A/n: Hello everyone! I hope people enjoy this story, right now it starts off as a one shot but it's not going that way! I have a plot it's just not evident at the moment. Speical thanks to my Beta Reader LPphreek! TONS OF HELP

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or the character I do however own Kira.


WAKE UP CALL

BEEEEEEEEP The alarm went off for the fifth (or maybe it was the sixth) time. A hand emerged from the covers struggling to find the clock, which had fallen on the ground and made its way under the bed. A groan came from the covers this time; he knew that it was time to start the day, but slumber had gotten the better of him. With one sweep of his hand the covers flew and revealed a lavender haired teenager wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. He dragged his feet over the bed ledge and placed them on the floor and forced his body out of bed. Rubbing his eyes, he found his alarm clock, turned it off, and collapsed back on to his bed.

Meanwhile, downstairs in the kitchen, a blue haired woman leaned up against the counter with her arms crossed, stared at her husband from across the room. Vegeta paid no attention to his mate; something was eating at her but he was in no mood to listen to her babbling, so he picked up the newspaper from the kitchen table and put it up in front of his face. Even though it had only been a couple of minutes, Vegeta couldn't stand being stared at. He lowered the paper enough to where only his eyes were visible.

"Woman, where are your children?"

"Vegeta, they're not just my kids, or did you forget it takes two to make a baby? Why don't you go wake them up?"

How dare she order him around? He was prince of all saiyans; if anything he should be ordering her around.

"They aren't my responsibility, I'm a warrior! I have no time to wake up a pair of teenagers." He smirked, happy with his rebuttal. He raised the newspaper back up, continuing with his reading.

"Well that's too bad Vegeta; I guess I'll just have to leave for that month-long – business trip after all." She paused and looked for any sign of caving. Noticing his fist begin to clench, she knew she was winning. "If you don't go wake up your kids, I'll leave them with you for a whole month, and I'm sure Kira would be happy to make your dinners while I'm gone."

Vegeta raised an eyebrow, thinking back to when his youngest made him dinner; the house had almost burnt down. He stood from the table quickly and walked out of the kitchen, making his way upstairs and mumbling profanities under his breath.

He opened the door to his son's room and walked in; he made sure to step over the school books and magazines. He had almost reached his son's bed when he felt something squish under his white boot. Looking down in disgust, he picked his foot off the ground and noticed the old slice of cheese pizza on the bottom of his boot. Shaking it off and watching it fly a couple feet away, he continued to his destination.

"Wake up, boy." He waited; nothing happened, not even a flinch. Vegeta shut his eyes, trying to keep his anger down to a minimum. If it hadn't been for the pizza, perhaps he would've been able to keep his anger in check, but it was too late for that.

"Wake up." This time Vegeta had kicked him in the side. Still no movement came from him, and for a second Vegeta wondered if he had died in his sleep.

"I SAID WAKE UP!" Vegeta flipped the mattress over, sending Trunks flying into the wall. Once the mattress peeled off the wall, it revealed a startled Trunks twitching slightly.

"I'm…up."

Vegeta smirked and made his way out and down the hall where his second child still lay sleeping. He opened the door to a disgustingly purple room filled with stuffed animals, feminine clothing, such as skirts, dresses, and a boy band poster. He shuddered; at the sight of the room. As he walked up to her bed Vegeta stared at her just like he did with Trunks.

He found it strange that his son, the eldest, looked nothing like him, but his daughter, a surprise, resembled him almost to a T. She had the same unruly black hair, and the same height, and at times had the same temperament.

Of course Vegeta never told his feelings about her to anyone. Coming back to reality Vegeta pulled back the covers and shook her as lightly as possible. "Your mother says wake up."

A soft moan came from her mouth. She began to stretch, extending her arm and hitting Vegeta in the nose.

He stood there dumbfounded. For a female she had a strong right hook. Vegeta fought back the urge to hit her back, counting to ten mentally. He let out a heavy sigh and walked out making his way to the bathroom. He grabbed a cup he found in the bathroom, then he turned the faucet on and filled the container with water.

After turning the faucet off, he walked back into her room. He now stood over her once more and poured the ice cold water on his daughter's face.

"What the f-" Kira began to throw her hands in the air trying to defend herself from the water. She sat up in bed, glaring at her dad with the most fuming look on her face. Vegeta dropped the cup on her bed and coolly made his way back out of the bedroom.

He stopped at the doorframe. "I hope I didn't interrupt your beauty sleep."

Kira got up from bed and walked over to her father, pushing him out and slamming the door behind him.

"Teenagers, try and do something nice and they slam doors in your face." He shrugged and made his way down the hall and back to the kitchen. Once he entered the kitchen the first thing he noticed was his mate looking at him with an exhausted look on her face.

"They're up. I'm going to train, have my breakfast on the table when I get back." With that he walked out and headed out to the back yard to the gravitation room.

Bulma had heard all the commotion upstairs. She sighed and knew that for Vegeta that was the most she could expect. She placed a meal on the table for him and went upstairs to her room to get ready for her day.