Here's a really short little story about the Briefs family that I wrote down one day in World History. You know, finals are coming up so I really should pay attention in class ^_~.
Usual disclaimers apply. I don't own any of these characters and if someone wants to sue me fine, just wait until after college is paid for, okay?
A Morning at Capsule Corp.
By Jaya
Bulma woke to bright sunlight streaming through the window to lay across the bed. She sighed and settled further under the sheets, the arm draped over her waist tightening as she did so. A warm breath on the back of her neck caused her to shiver and in response the arm tightened further, drawing her into her husband's gentle, protective embrace.
"Mmm . . ." she sighed again as Vegeta began to lightly nibble her ear and giggled when his lips began moving down her neck, tickling her.
"Vegeta," she protested softly. "I have to make the kids breakfast."
"Missing one meal won't make them starve," he murmured against her neck. She pulled away slightly and rolled onto her back so she could give him an incredulous stare.
"You seem to have forgotten exactly whose children we're talking about Mr. 'I've got an appetite the size of Vegetasei.' Now come on, they'll be late." Before she could move Vegeta rolled on top of her, effectively pinning her to the bed. She scowled at him, but he mearly smirked, a look of hunger in his dark eyes.
"Let them be late," he breathed leaning closer. Bulma surrendered completely as his lips claimed hers.
"DADDY!!!" The shrill scream shattered the early morning silence of the house as effectively as a brick sailing through glass. In the space of a heartbeat Vegeta was up and rocketing down the hallway to the kitchen clad only in a loose pair of sweatpants and tanktop. He skidded to a halt in the doorway to see his daughter with tearful, puppy-dog eyes glaring at his son who sat across from her at the table smirking - a smirk that was quickly dropped when he saw the look on his father's face.
"What's wrong?!" Vegeta demanded, a wild look in his eyes. Trunks swallowed and Bra ran to throw her arms around her father's waist.
"Daddy! Oniisan said I was a dumb baby! Make him take it back!!" For a solid minute the only sound to be heard were Bra's sniffles muffled by Vegeta's shirt. Then Bulma came stumbling down the hall, hurriedly tying the sash of her robe as she did so.
"What happened? Is everyone alright?" She looked at her son still sitting at the kitchen table giving her a nervous smile, her daughter whose arms were still tight around Vegeta's waist, and finally at her husband. As she watched, his expression shifted from blank exasperation to barely controlled rage. He leveled his finger at Trunks and spoke in a voice of soft fury.
"You and I will spar this afternoon." The younger man paled noticeably. Then Vegeta placed his hands on his daughter's shoulders and gently pushed her away from him. She may have him wrapped around her little finger, but the Saiyajin Prince was not what you would call a morning person.
"You have my permission to beat the crap out of your brother anytime you please whenever he insults you." A wicked smile lit up her young features.
"Really?" He nodded.
"Yes. But if you ever get me out of bed screaming like a cra-tah over something so trivial again, it will be you in that sparring match instead of Trunks." She swallowed and slowly nodded her head.
"Vegeta -" Bulma began. He looked sharply at her before grabbing her hand and dragging her back to their bedroom.
After they were gone Bra blinked and looked innocently at Trunks.
"Oniisan, what's a cra-tah? And isn't Mama gonna make breakfast?" Trunks ran a hand over his face and sighed.
"Why me?" he asked of Dende rolling his eyes skyward.
THE END
Usual disclaimers apply. I don't own any of these characters and if someone wants to sue me fine, just wait until after college is paid for, okay?
A Morning at Capsule Corp.
By Jaya
Bulma woke to bright sunlight streaming through the window to lay across the bed. She sighed and settled further under the sheets, the arm draped over her waist tightening as she did so. A warm breath on the back of her neck caused her to shiver and in response the arm tightened further, drawing her into her husband's gentle, protective embrace.
"Mmm . . ." she sighed again as Vegeta began to lightly nibble her ear and giggled when his lips began moving down her neck, tickling her.
"Vegeta," she protested softly. "I have to make the kids breakfast."
"Missing one meal won't make them starve," he murmured against her neck. She pulled away slightly and rolled onto her back so she could give him an incredulous stare.
"You seem to have forgotten exactly whose children we're talking about Mr. 'I've got an appetite the size of Vegetasei.' Now come on, they'll be late." Before she could move Vegeta rolled on top of her, effectively pinning her to the bed. She scowled at him, but he mearly smirked, a look of hunger in his dark eyes.
"Let them be late," he breathed leaning closer. Bulma surrendered completely as his lips claimed hers.
"DADDY!!!" The shrill scream shattered the early morning silence of the house as effectively as a brick sailing through glass. In the space of a heartbeat Vegeta was up and rocketing down the hallway to the kitchen clad only in a loose pair of sweatpants and tanktop. He skidded to a halt in the doorway to see his daughter with tearful, puppy-dog eyes glaring at his son who sat across from her at the table smirking - a smirk that was quickly dropped when he saw the look on his father's face.
"What's wrong?!" Vegeta demanded, a wild look in his eyes. Trunks swallowed and Bra ran to throw her arms around her father's waist.
"Daddy! Oniisan said I was a dumb baby! Make him take it back!!" For a solid minute the only sound to be heard were Bra's sniffles muffled by Vegeta's shirt. Then Bulma came stumbling down the hall, hurriedly tying the sash of her robe as she did so.
"What happened? Is everyone alright?" She looked at her son still sitting at the kitchen table giving her a nervous smile, her daughter whose arms were still tight around Vegeta's waist, and finally at her husband. As she watched, his expression shifted from blank exasperation to barely controlled rage. He leveled his finger at Trunks and spoke in a voice of soft fury.
"You and I will spar this afternoon." The younger man paled noticeably. Then Vegeta placed his hands on his daughter's shoulders and gently pushed her away from him. She may have him wrapped around her little finger, but the Saiyajin Prince was not what you would call a morning person.
"You have my permission to beat the crap out of your brother anytime you please whenever he insults you." A wicked smile lit up her young features.
"Really?" He nodded.
"Yes. But if you ever get me out of bed screaming like a cra-tah over something so trivial again, it will be you in that sparring match instead of Trunks." She swallowed and slowly nodded her head.
"Vegeta -" Bulma began. He looked sharply at her before grabbing her hand and dragging her back to their bedroom.
After they were gone Bra blinked and looked innocently at Trunks.
"Oniisan, what's a cra-tah? And isn't Mama gonna make breakfast?" Trunks ran a hand over his face and sighed.
"Why me?" he asked of Dende rolling his eyes skyward.
THE END