"Um…dad? Can I come in?" Trunks questioned awkwardly from the door to the Gravity Chamber.
Vegeta looked up in the middle of his drill, frowning. "What is it, son?"
"Well…uh…I need some advice…"
Vegeta stood up, grabbing a towel and a bottle of water from the floor. "About what?" He grunted, taking a drink of water.
"Well…there's this girl-"
Vegeta spat out whatever water he hadn't already choked on, gripping the railing to the Gravity Chamber tightly with his free hand, staring incredulously at his son. Trunks shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other, looking anywhere but at his father's face.
"You…want me to give you advice…on love?" Vegeta exclaimed, unable to believe what he was hearing.
Trunks cringed. "Well, I tried asking mom, but she told me to come to you. Something about 'father and son bonding'."
Curse that woman.
"Son, I don't give a damn about your love-life. If you really need advice, use the Internet," Vegeta said harshly, turning back to his drill. He heard Trunks let out a small sigh, as though he'd expected this, and turn to leave.
"…Wait."
Trunks looked back, a hopeful look in his eyes.
Vegeta looked back at him for a few moments, and then turned away again. "Fix your shirt. A messy appearance is no way to make a first impression, especially for a Saiyan Prince," He muttered, returning to his training.
Trunks stared at his dad for a few seconds before turning to go. He paused at the door.
"…Thanks dad," He murmured, a small smile playing on his lips. He took a breath, adjusted his shirt, and quietly closed the door behind himself.
Back in the Gravity Chamber, Vegeta's thoughts were on something other than his drill, for once.
…Good luck, son…
