Vegeta's Promise
By Mikila
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z.
Warning: Some people may consider Vegeta to be slightly out of character in this story. I don't think he is, but if anyone has a problem with him showing care for his son, I suggest you don't read this. Also, if you feel Vegeta doesn't love his son just as much as or perhaps even more than Bulma, this story may be offensive to you. Don't read it.
To flamers: As long as your problem with my story doesn't have to do with anything I've warned you about in the above warning, flame this all you want. I'm fine with hearing your opinion on why it is awful. (However, if all you want to say is 'it's bad!' and you don't want to tell me why you think so, then don't waste your valuable time reviewing)
"Would you come out of there already! Goten's spending the night and we need to talk!" Bulma's voice boomed through the gravity chamber.
Vegeta and Trunks had been training all afternoon. Now that Trunks had left, excited about seeing Goten later, Vegeta would get a real workout, or so he thought.
"Can't you see I'm training!" Vegeta knew his attempt was futile. And then came the reply, which made him cringe.
"VEGETA GET YOUR BUTT OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!"
Vegeta muttered to himself as he turned the gravity off and opened the door, wearing the world's largest scowl.
"You are going to start spending time with your son!"
"I spend lots of time with him!"
"Not if it doesn't involve training!" Bulma softened her voice. "Trunks needs some recreational attention from you. He looks up to you, Vegeta. He wants to make you proud of him."
Vegeta continued to scowl. He WAS proud of the boy, and he DID tell him once
too. What did she want him to do? Tatoo it to his door?
"Now I don't want you stuffed away in that danged chamber all night! I want you to do something with those boys. Promise me you will... Vegeta...," Bulma warned.
"Fine, now leave me be!" Vegeta wanted to get her off his back. He loved her, of course, but that woman could be the biggest nag in the world.
Again he retreated into the gravitation chamber, but now he couldn't concentrate. Blast that woman for bringing up his son. He'd promised himself he'd be a good father to the child after he saw his future son die. He hadn't lived up to it the way he should have. He'd realised that when he sacrificed his life trying to destroy Majin Buu. For the first time he'd realised he'd broken his promise. He hadn't held his son since he was a baby. He'd wished he could go back and change it, but it was too late.
And again, there it was; his second chance. He was alive again and THIS time he really WOULD be a good father. Three months had passed since Majin Buu and things were scarely any different from before. He'd only hugged him once, when he first came back, but not again since then.
Vegeta sighed, sitting on the floor. He tried hard to push his thoughts away and meditate, but it was no use. Maybe Bulma was right. Maybe he needed to be more attentive to how his son was feeling and the things he was doing. Did he really look up to him the way Bulma said he did?
"Darn them! They're making me soft! That boy is making me soft!" Vegeta stood and punched the air a couple times, then smirked. In a way he liked being soft. He really did love that boy. That was it. Tonight he was going to just see how his son acted. He would find out if he really adored him so.
* * * * *
DING DONG, the doorbell rang. Bulma walked calmly to open it and was knocked off her feet by a blast of wind running by her. Exstatic Trunks opened the door to find Goten and his mother, Chichi. Quickly he suppressed his excitement, but it still shone through.
"It's about time!" Trunks grabbed Goten's wrist and ran up to his room with him. "You have to see what I got..."
Bulma rolled her eyes and turned to Chichi. "Would you like to come in and have a drink?"
"No, thank you, Bulma. I'm already late for my meeting. Thank you for having Goten over tonight."
"Oh it's no problem. Enjoy your meeting," Bulma waved.
* * * * *
"Wow!" Goten stared at the new videogame Trunks was playing. "Can I try?"
"No, you'll mess it up."
"No I won't, I promise! PLEASE Trunks?" Goten begged.
"Uh...ok, but let me save my game first," Trunks agreed. "Now be careful and don't wreck it!" he handed the controller to his friend.
"Wow, Trunks, this is fun! Can I have it?"
"No, are you kidding?! I just got it!"
"But you still haven't given me the three toys you promised and you said I could have whichever ones I wanted!"
"That's not a toy! It's a videogame!"
"It's a toy!"
"Is not! Ask my mom!"
"Fine!" Goten turned the game off and took it downstairs with Trunks close behind. "Bulma, is this a toy?"
Bulma glanced up, not really looking at the item Goten held in his hand. "Yes, why?"
"See, told ya so!" Goten gloated.
Trunks ripped the game out of his hand and started running toward the gravitation room. "Dad!"
"Hey!" Goten chased after him.
Vegeta could hear them coming. Trunks was calling him quite loudly. Vegeta frowned. There was no way he would get any training now that Kakarot's child was here. The two brats would be loud all night.
"Dad!" Trunks stormed into the room. "Is this a toy?"
"What?" the question exasperated Vegeta. "No!"
"Ha! Told YOU so!" Trunks smiled smugly.
"Your mom said it was!" Goten pouted.
"You wanna argue with my Dad? Fine, that's YOUR war," Trunks smiled further with even more triumph. No one, except his mother, had the guts to argue with his father.
"What's this all about?" Vegeta demanded harshly.
"I promised I'd give Goten three of my toys because he was mad at me for cheating in the tournament...even though he cheated too," Trunks quickly added the last part with a short glare.
"Not as much as YOU did," Goten frowned.
"Now he thinks this video game is a toy and he wants it."
Vegeta didn't understand how anyone could get all wound up over such a childish thing. Then again, these WERE children he was dealing with. He looked to Goten. "That game costed good money, boy. You can't have it."
"Yes sir," Goten pouted.
"And Trunks, if you really did promise him toys for beating his butt," Vegeta hid a smirk, "then give them to him. And stop making promises like that! Toys cost money and we aren't buying them for all your little friends!" Vegeta scowled, turning away.
"Ok, Dad," Trunks agreed, still glad about his victory. "Hey Goten, let's go spar.
Dad!"
"What is it now, Trunks?" Vegeta was agitated.
"Come watch us spar! I'm going to beat Goten's butt again," he smiled at his friend.
"Are not!" Goten frowned.
"Come watch, Dad," Trunks repeated.
Vegeta scowled. It was his ingrained reaction to everything, but this time he really did think it would be amusing to watch his son pulverise Kakarot's child. "Make it short," he followed the boys to the front yard. "No blasts, your mother would scream her head off if you damaged the house."
"But Dad I can control them," Trunks whined.
"No blasts!" Vegeta repeated, this time with more authority.
Trunks narrowed his eyes a bit and truned to face Goten. "All right. Are you ready for humiliation?" he grinned.
Goten smiled and the two boys started running at each other. They fought for a few minutes, neither landing any punches or kicks on each other. Vegeta was getting bored quickly. Then Trunks when super sayain and gave Goten a nice punch in the stomach, sending him half way across the yard. It took a moment for Goten to come back to to senses. He scowled and turned super as well.
"That wasn't fair...where are you?" he whipped around just in time to avoid being captured by Trunks and avoid an onslaught of kicks and punches.
Goten tried to find an opening to go on the offensive, but Trunks was merciless. He had a good reason to win. His father was watching him. Finally, he landed a punch in Goten's face, but Goten was quick to come back from it, and on the offensive. Now it was Trunks who couldn't find an opening to turn the tables back around and the more he blocked, the angrier he got. Goten couldn't win! Not while his father was watching!
Trunks transmitted himself behind Goten, but was surprised when Goten did the
same and grabbed him from behind. "You can't do that!"
"Yes I can. The only thing I can't do is blast!"
Trunks struggled. He was furious and he could feel the scrutinizing eye of his father. If he lost, he'd never be forgiven. Vegeta would be terribly hard on him in training and he'd never have any respect for him. He'd shame his father if he lost.
"I am not loosing to a wimp!" Trunks screamed, using all his might to pull himself free.
"I'm not a wimp!" Goten argued.
Him and Goten stood facing each other. Trunks was fuming, his fists tightly clenched. He charged at him and knocked him as hard as he could. Goten was stunned at first. The blow had really hurt, but he wasn't going to let that affect him. Quickly he stood back up.
"Trunks, what is wrong with you?! It's just a game!"
"I'm going to beat you with one arm again!" Trunks smirked.
"You didn't beat me with one arm the first time!" Goten was indignant. "You went super sayain, AND blasted, AND used your other arm!"
"I would have won to begin with if you hadn't gone super sayain first!" Trunks retorted.
Vegeta was quite interested in the fight now, but it was getting out of hand. He could see how much Trunks wanted to win. Was it because he was watching? Somehow, Vegeta felt like it was.
"All right boys, let's see how you do against an adult fighter," Vegeta stepped into the yard, interupting the dispute that was quickly heating up.
Both children looked up, confused.
"I recall hearing that you two think you can do better in a fight than me...here's your chance to prove it."
Goten and Trunks got a sinking feeling in their stomachs. They moved closer to
each other and spoke quietly.
"We did say that, huh," Trunks whispered.
"But I didn't mean it, it just slipped out," Goten replied.
"Dad, we didn't mean that," Trunks spoke up.
Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? What gave you the nerve to sneak into the adult competition then? Huh?" Trunks was surprised. "Yes, your mother told me about that. Obviously you two thought you were good enough then. It's a fair enough fight. Both of you against me. Two against one."
"But you're a lot stronger than 18, Dad..."
"Just try and hit my face. One time and you win."
"No way! I remember what happened last time!" Trunks widened his eyes. He wasn't about to be punched like that again!
Vegeta was getting annoyed now. That had been an accident he'd rather not remember. He'd gone into a blind rage and the next thing he knew his poor child was flat on his back. The thought made him shudder. "Do as I say or neither of you are
eating dinner tonight!"
Trunks sighed. "Ok, but you have to promise not to hit me."
"Or me!" Goten quickly added.
"Deal," Vegeta smirked and got into stance.
The two boys charged at him, but Vegeta blocked every blow. His son was coming very close to hitting him, but he was too fast and every time he could sense a blow would make contact, Vegeta moved himself somewhere else before the kids could figure out what had happened.
It got even more interesting when the boys went super sayain. Still there wasn't any progress, though Vegeta was working a lot harder. He quickly broke into a sweat and decided he'd go super sayain as well, just so as not to put out as much energy. The boys were growing frustrated.
"All right, that's enough. Time to go inside," Vegeta had grown tired of playing.
He'd had enough of a workout.
"It's not over, Dad," Trunks took another swing at him, but Vegeta knocked his legs out from under him.
"Don't forget where you learned your trade, son."
Trunks looked at Goten. "We have to finish this."
Both flew at Vegeta's retreating form from behind, but Vegeta turned and sent a low level blast at them, knocking both boys to the ground with a thud.
"I said enough, and I meant it!" Vegeta watched to make sure he hadn't hurt them at all, then went inside.
"I guess he's done," Trunks sat up, eyebrows raised.
"Ow," Goten rubbed the back of his head.
"Oh well, let's go back inside. We can play with my action figures," Trunks stood and headed back toward the house, Goten trailing behind.
* * * * *
Vegeta walked calmly up the stairs and into the spare bedroom that was beside Trunks. He wanted to rest, but he also wanted to be able to hear his son if they came back into his room. Sighing, he closed his eyes, concentrating. He could feel the two young kis trotting up the stairs and into Trunks' room, then he could hear their little voices as they pulled out a bunch of Trunks' toys and started playing games with them. Very curious. Trunks never played with his toys when Vegeta was around. In fact, he seemed to be completely uninterested when his father was watching. Did playing with toys embarrass him? Vegeta continued to listen to the children.
* * * * *
"I demand you hand over all the money right now!" Goten had dressed one of Trunks' actions figures up like Gohan's Sayaman costume.
"Goten! You dummy! Take that thing off, you're making him look stupid!"
"He looks like my brother," Goten whined.
"Like I said, stupid!"
"My brother's not stupid!" Goten defended.
"His clothes are though! Take that off my action figure! Here," Trunks tossed him a fat blobby toy with a beard. "You're the bad guy."
"I want to be the good guy!"
"Too bad. This is my house and I get to say who plays who."
Goten frowned. "When do I get to choose?"
"When we're at your house."
"But I don't have toys at my house! All we do is spar over there!"
"So? That's not my fault."
"Trunks! That's not fair, I want to be the good guy! You're too bossy!"
"All right, all right, be the good guy, you big baby!" Trunks gave in. "Sheesh!" An evil grin formed on his face. "But, I'll have you know, with me as the bad guy, the world is in for ultimate disaster because nobody is strong enough to stop me!" Trunks began laughing mischieviously.
"Your Dad can," Goten interupted.
"He's not playing!" Trunks snapped. "Feel my wrath!" he crashed his action figure into the block tower they had built. "Now that your police stations are ruined, you have nowhere to turn!"
"Stop, you fiend...!"
"What?" Trunks eyes widened. "Goten! That's such a dorky line!"
"Trunks! I can say whatever I want when I'm the good guy!"
"Well you're the dumbest good guy I ever encountered!"
Goten threw his action figure across the room. "I'm not playing anything with you anymore!"
"Hey, watch it, you're gonna break something!"
Goten picked up Trunks' figure and threw it too. It crashed into one of Trunks' lego towers he'd worked on for two months. Goten's eyes widened, then he looked at
Trunks' angry face and began running.
"Goten! You're dead!" Trunks chased him out of his room.
By Mikila
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z.
Warning: Some people may consider Vegeta to be slightly out of character in this story. I don't think he is, but if anyone has a problem with him showing care for his son, I suggest you don't read this. Also, if you feel Vegeta doesn't love his son just as much as or perhaps even more than Bulma, this story may be offensive to you. Don't read it.
To flamers: As long as your problem with my story doesn't have to do with anything I've warned you about in the above warning, flame this all you want. I'm fine with hearing your opinion on why it is awful. (However, if all you want to say is 'it's bad!' and you don't want to tell me why you think so, then don't waste your valuable time reviewing)
"Would you come out of there already! Goten's spending the night and we need to talk!" Bulma's voice boomed through the gravity chamber.
Vegeta and Trunks had been training all afternoon. Now that Trunks had left, excited about seeing Goten later, Vegeta would get a real workout, or so he thought.
"Can't you see I'm training!" Vegeta knew his attempt was futile. And then came the reply, which made him cringe.
"VEGETA GET YOUR BUTT OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!"
Vegeta muttered to himself as he turned the gravity off and opened the door, wearing the world's largest scowl.
"You are going to start spending time with your son!"
"I spend lots of time with him!"
"Not if it doesn't involve training!" Bulma softened her voice. "Trunks needs some recreational attention from you. He looks up to you, Vegeta. He wants to make you proud of him."
Vegeta continued to scowl. He WAS proud of the boy, and he DID tell him once
too. What did she want him to do? Tatoo it to his door?
"Now I don't want you stuffed away in that danged chamber all night! I want you to do something with those boys. Promise me you will... Vegeta...," Bulma warned.
"Fine, now leave me be!" Vegeta wanted to get her off his back. He loved her, of course, but that woman could be the biggest nag in the world.
Again he retreated into the gravitation chamber, but now he couldn't concentrate. Blast that woman for bringing up his son. He'd promised himself he'd be a good father to the child after he saw his future son die. He hadn't lived up to it the way he should have. He'd realised that when he sacrificed his life trying to destroy Majin Buu. For the first time he'd realised he'd broken his promise. He hadn't held his son since he was a baby. He'd wished he could go back and change it, but it was too late.
And again, there it was; his second chance. He was alive again and THIS time he really WOULD be a good father. Three months had passed since Majin Buu and things were scarely any different from before. He'd only hugged him once, when he first came back, but not again since then.
Vegeta sighed, sitting on the floor. He tried hard to push his thoughts away and meditate, but it was no use. Maybe Bulma was right. Maybe he needed to be more attentive to how his son was feeling and the things he was doing. Did he really look up to him the way Bulma said he did?
"Darn them! They're making me soft! That boy is making me soft!" Vegeta stood and punched the air a couple times, then smirked. In a way he liked being soft. He really did love that boy. That was it. Tonight he was going to just see how his son acted. He would find out if he really adored him so.
* * * * *
DING DONG, the doorbell rang. Bulma walked calmly to open it and was knocked off her feet by a blast of wind running by her. Exstatic Trunks opened the door to find Goten and his mother, Chichi. Quickly he suppressed his excitement, but it still shone through.
"It's about time!" Trunks grabbed Goten's wrist and ran up to his room with him. "You have to see what I got..."
Bulma rolled her eyes and turned to Chichi. "Would you like to come in and have a drink?"
"No, thank you, Bulma. I'm already late for my meeting. Thank you for having Goten over tonight."
"Oh it's no problem. Enjoy your meeting," Bulma waved.
* * * * *
"Wow!" Goten stared at the new videogame Trunks was playing. "Can I try?"
"No, you'll mess it up."
"No I won't, I promise! PLEASE Trunks?" Goten begged.
"Uh...ok, but let me save my game first," Trunks agreed. "Now be careful and don't wreck it!" he handed the controller to his friend.
"Wow, Trunks, this is fun! Can I have it?"
"No, are you kidding?! I just got it!"
"But you still haven't given me the three toys you promised and you said I could have whichever ones I wanted!"
"That's not a toy! It's a videogame!"
"It's a toy!"
"Is not! Ask my mom!"
"Fine!" Goten turned the game off and took it downstairs with Trunks close behind. "Bulma, is this a toy?"
Bulma glanced up, not really looking at the item Goten held in his hand. "Yes, why?"
"See, told ya so!" Goten gloated.
Trunks ripped the game out of his hand and started running toward the gravitation room. "Dad!"
"Hey!" Goten chased after him.
Vegeta could hear them coming. Trunks was calling him quite loudly. Vegeta frowned. There was no way he would get any training now that Kakarot's child was here. The two brats would be loud all night.
"Dad!" Trunks stormed into the room. "Is this a toy?"
"What?" the question exasperated Vegeta. "No!"
"Ha! Told YOU so!" Trunks smiled smugly.
"Your mom said it was!" Goten pouted.
"You wanna argue with my Dad? Fine, that's YOUR war," Trunks smiled further with even more triumph. No one, except his mother, had the guts to argue with his father.
"What's this all about?" Vegeta demanded harshly.
"I promised I'd give Goten three of my toys because he was mad at me for cheating in the tournament...even though he cheated too," Trunks quickly added the last part with a short glare.
"Not as much as YOU did," Goten frowned.
"Now he thinks this video game is a toy and he wants it."
Vegeta didn't understand how anyone could get all wound up over such a childish thing. Then again, these WERE children he was dealing with. He looked to Goten. "That game costed good money, boy. You can't have it."
"Yes sir," Goten pouted.
"And Trunks, if you really did promise him toys for beating his butt," Vegeta hid a smirk, "then give them to him. And stop making promises like that! Toys cost money and we aren't buying them for all your little friends!" Vegeta scowled, turning away.
"Ok, Dad," Trunks agreed, still glad about his victory. "Hey Goten, let's go spar.
Dad!"
"What is it now, Trunks?" Vegeta was agitated.
"Come watch us spar! I'm going to beat Goten's butt again," he smiled at his friend.
"Are not!" Goten frowned.
"Come watch, Dad," Trunks repeated.
Vegeta scowled. It was his ingrained reaction to everything, but this time he really did think it would be amusing to watch his son pulverise Kakarot's child. "Make it short," he followed the boys to the front yard. "No blasts, your mother would scream her head off if you damaged the house."
"But Dad I can control them," Trunks whined.
"No blasts!" Vegeta repeated, this time with more authority.
Trunks narrowed his eyes a bit and truned to face Goten. "All right. Are you ready for humiliation?" he grinned.
Goten smiled and the two boys started running at each other. They fought for a few minutes, neither landing any punches or kicks on each other. Vegeta was getting bored quickly. Then Trunks when super sayain and gave Goten a nice punch in the stomach, sending him half way across the yard. It took a moment for Goten to come back to to senses. He scowled and turned super as well.
"That wasn't fair...where are you?" he whipped around just in time to avoid being captured by Trunks and avoid an onslaught of kicks and punches.
Goten tried to find an opening to go on the offensive, but Trunks was merciless. He had a good reason to win. His father was watching him. Finally, he landed a punch in Goten's face, but Goten was quick to come back from it, and on the offensive. Now it was Trunks who couldn't find an opening to turn the tables back around and the more he blocked, the angrier he got. Goten couldn't win! Not while his father was watching!
Trunks transmitted himself behind Goten, but was surprised when Goten did the
same and grabbed him from behind. "You can't do that!"
"Yes I can. The only thing I can't do is blast!"
Trunks struggled. He was furious and he could feel the scrutinizing eye of his father. If he lost, he'd never be forgiven. Vegeta would be terribly hard on him in training and he'd never have any respect for him. He'd shame his father if he lost.
"I am not loosing to a wimp!" Trunks screamed, using all his might to pull himself free.
"I'm not a wimp!" Goten argued.
Him and Goten stood facing each other. Trunks was fuming, his fists tightly clenched. He charged at him and knocked him as hard as he could. Goten was stunned at first. The blow had really hurt, but he wasn't going to let that affect him. Quickly he stood back up.
"Trunks, what is wrong with you?! It's just a game!"
"I'm going to beat you with one arm again!" Trunks smirked.
"You didn't beat me with one arm the first time!" Goten was indignant. "You went super sayain, AND blasted, AND used your other arm!"
"I would have won to begin with if you hadn't gone super sayain first!" Trunks retorted.
Vegeta was quite interested in the fight now, but it was getting out of hand. He could see how much Trunks wanted to win. Was it because he was watching? Somehow, Vegeta felt like it was.
"All right boys, let's see how you do against an adult fighter," Vegeta stepped into the yard, interupting the dispute that was quickly heating up.
Both children looked up, confused.
"I recall hearing that you two think you can do better in a fight than me...here's your chance to prove it."
Goten and Trunks got a sinking feeling in their stomachs. They moved closer to
each other and spoke quietly.
"We did say that, huh," Trunks whispered.
"But I didn't mean it, it just slipped out," Goten replied.
"Dad, we didn't mean that," Trunks spoke up.
Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? What gave you the nerve to sneak into the adult competition then? Huh?" Trunks was surprised. "Yes, your mother told me about that. Obviously you two thought you were good enough then. It's a fair enough fight. Both of you against me. Two against one."
"But you're a lot stronger than 18, Dad..."
"Just try and hit my face. One time and you win."
"No way! I remember what happened last time!" Trunks widened his eyes. He wasn't about to be punched like that again!
Vegeta was getting annoyed now. That had been an accident he'd rather not remember. He'd gone into a blind rage and the next thing he knew his poor child was flat on his back. The thought made him shudder. "Do as I say or neither of you are
eating dinner tonight!"
Trunks sighed. "Ok, but you have to promise not to hit me."
"Or me!" Goten quickly added.
"Deal," Vegeta smirked and got into stance.
The two boys charged at him, but Vegeta blocked every blow. His son was coming very close to hitting him, but he was too fast and every time he could sense a blow would make contact, Vegeta moved himself somewhere else before the kids could figure out what had happened.
It got even more interesting when the boys went super sayain. Still there wasn't any progress, though Vegeta was working a lot harder. He quickly broke into a sweat and decided he'd go super sayain as well, just so as not to put out as much energy. The boys were growing frustrated.
"All right, that's enough. Time to go inside," Vegeta had grown tired of playing.
He'd had enough of a workout.
"It's not over, Dad," Trunks took another swing at him, but Vegeta knocked his legs out from under him.
"Don't forget where you learned your trade, son."
Trunks looked at Goten. "We have to finish this."
Both flew at Vegeta's retreating form from behind, but Vegeta turned and sent a low level blast at them, knocking both boys to the ground with a thud.
"I said enough, and I meant it!" Vegeta watched to make sure he hadn't hurt them at all, then went inside.
"I guess he's done," Trunks sat up, eyebrows raised.
"Ow," Goten rubbed the back of his head.
"Oh well, let's go back inside. We can play with my action figures," Trunks stood and headed back toward the house, Goten trailing behind.
* * * * *
Vegeta walked calmly up the stairs and into the spare bedroom that was beside Trunks. He wanted to rest, but he also wanted to be able to hear his son if they came back into his room. Sighing, he closed his eyes, concentrating. He could feel the two young kis trotting up the stairs and into Trunks' room, then he could hear their little voices as they pulled out a bunch of Trunks' toys and started playing games with them. Very curious. Trunks never played with his toys when Vegeta was around. In fact, he seemed to be completely uninterested when his father was watching. Did playing with toys embarrass him? Vegeta continued to listen to the children.
* * * * *
"I demand you hand over all the money right now!" Goten had dressed one of Trunks' actions figures up like Gohan's Sayaman costume.
"Goten! You dummy! Take that thing off, you're making him look stupid!"
"He looks like my brother," Goten whined.
"Like I said, stupid!"
"My brother's not stupid!" Goten defended.
"His clothes are though! Take that off my action figure! Here," Trunks tossed him a fat blobby toy with a beard. "You're the bad guy."
"I want to be the good guy!"
"Too bad. This is my house and I get to say who plays who."
Goten frowned. "When do I get to choose?"
"When we're at your house."
"But I don't have toys at my house! All we do is spar over there!"
"So? That's not my fault."
"Trunks! That's not fair, I want to be the good guy! You're too bossy!"
"All right, all right, be the good guy, you big baby!" Trunks gave in. "Sheesh!" An evil grin formed on his face. "But, I'll have you know, with me as the bad guy, the world is in for ultimate disaster because nobody is strong enough to stop me!" Trunks began laughing mischieviously.
"Your Dad can," Goten interupted.
"He's not playing!" Trunks snapped. "Feel my wrath!" he crashed his action figure into the block tower they had built. "Now that your police stations are ruined, you have nowhere to turn!"
"Stop, you fiend...!"
"What?" Trunks eyes widened. "Goten! That's such a dorky line!"
"Trunks! I can say whatever I want when I'm the good guy!"
"Well you're the dumbest good guy I ever encountered!"
Goten threw his action figure across the room. "I'm not playing anything with you anymore!"
"Hey, watch it, you're gonna break something!"
Goten picked up Trunks' figure and threw it too. It crashed into one of Trunks' lego towers he'd worked on for two months. Goten's eyes widened, then he looked at
Trunks' angry face and began running.
"Goten! You're dead!" Trunks chased him out of his room.