AN: I've decided to start a Briefs Family drabble series, you can make a request! Just PM me or leave a review! This is the first time I've ever written a Vegebul one-shot so I'm sorry if it seems...well...bad. I do hope you all enjoy though! Credits to Writer'sFantasy for giving me a few ideas to add onto this!
Cake!
December 11th.
She only had one more day.
Tomorrow, December 12th, is a big day in Capsule Corp. It is the second birthday of a little lavender haired toddler. His mother, Bulma Briefs, scrambled about in the large kitchen. Getting all the supplies she needed to make the abnormally large birthday cake for tomorrow's celebration. This cake needed to be big, not because of the amount of people that were going to be there, but the amount of Saiyans that were going to be there.
After all, Saiyans practically have bottomless pits for stomachs.
The bluenette would've had professionals make the cake for her, but she wanted to make it herself. Bulma wanted her son to have the absolute best, and to her, making this cake herself is the ultimate best. Besides, she has a degree in culinary arts, how hard could this be?
She looked at the apple-shaped clock on the wall.
4:27pm.
Maybe this could be a little harder than she thought, she was pressed for time so she needed to hurry. Bulma quickly took five packs of semi-sweet chocolate chips out of the fridge and threw them onto the counter next to the rest of her supplies. Trunks loved chocolate cake, that boy could eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. So Bulma decided to give him a little treat by making a large, five-layered chocolate cake.
She opened one of the packs of chocolate chips and threw a small amount into one of the bowls she had filled with chocolate cake batter. She mixed it up and threw another small amount into it, repeating the action until the pack was finished. Once it did, she picked up the large bowl and placed it on the bar counter away from the others so she wouldn't mix the bowls up.
She grabbed another pack and began mixing the small chips with another batch of batter in another large bowl. Bulma was so focused on making the cake, she didn't realize a certain prince was sitting on the bar stool, waiting for her to acknowledge him. He grunted as she kept mixing the batter, just minutes ago she had placed a large bowl filled with it in front of him.
He expected her to at least notice his presence.
But sadly for him, no luck. His stomach growled as he glared at her. "Ahem."
Bulma jumped slightly and turned around to see the father of her child, sitting there with his arms crossed. The woman had no time for this. Rolling her eyes, she turned back around and continued what she was doing. "I'm busy Vegeta, whatever it is that you need, go tell one of the robots to get it for you," she said, her eyes focused on the cake batter.
"You really want me to go tell another one of your robots to get me food?"
She blinked, comprehending what he just said. Last time Vegeta told one of the robots to get him something, he ended up blasting the damn thing because it didn't get his order right. Bulma couldn't afford to lose another robot at this time. She sighed and put down the pack of chocolate chips and the mixer. "What is it?" she asked, "this better be quick."
"Food," he stretched, "I did say it before, did I not?"
Bulma growled, she didn't have time for this. "I don't have time for your smart mouth Vegeta," she yelled, "go take something from the fridge!" She turned back around and began mixing the batter once more. Vegeta grunted, this woman really did have the courage to speak to him in such a way. His stomach growled again, Vegeta was never used to taking food himself.
He only made a meal called a 'sandwich' once, and it wasn't exactly the best tasting meal out there.
Vegeta looked down to the bowl Bulma had placed in front of him earlier. He squinted his eyes and bent down slightly, sniffing the mysterious, brown, substance inside. It smelt...good. Like something Bulma's mother would make on the weekends for dessert. He looked back at Bulma, she was mixing the batter in another bowl.
Looking back down at the substance in the bowl, he decided to have a small taste. Vegeta dipped his finger into it and cringed slightly, it was thick and smooth, bringing his finger back up, he licked it.
His eyes widened, what is this?
Not caring, he dipped his whole hand into it and began to eat it. It tasted amazing, better than most foods! As Vegeta kept eating, Bulma kept mixing. While both of them were busy, a little lavender haired boy wobbled in with a furry black cat in his hands. Too bad he didn't realize he was holding the small animal too tight, the poor cat was scrambling in his arms for air.
"Papa?" the little boy called, "What're you eating?"
Vegeta gave his son a murderous glare and the boy covered his mouth, dropping the cat in the process. Vegeta didn't want Bulma to know that he was eating whatever it is that she was making. He told himself he would finish off this bowl and go straight back to training. He felt something pull at the foot of his spandex, he looked down to find the same cat Trunks had in his hands, clawing at him.
He grunted and moved his foot, but the cat still had his claws hooked to the material Vegeta was wearing. He shook his foot again but the cat wouldn't budge. After a few more attempts, he had enough. He kicked his foot into the air, sending the cat flying upwards. The cat made a horrifying noise as it flew, which made Bulma turn around.
"What was-" she began, but gasped at the scene before her. Vegeta's hand was still in the bowl and his mouth was covered in cake batter. "Are you kidding me right now?" she screamed, "you see me working on this damn cake for your son and you decide it was a good idea to eat it?"
Vegeta saw the rage in her eyes, but it didn't faze him one bit, he glared at her and said, "you shouldn't have placed the bowl in front of me in the first place."
Bulma marched up to him and looked him dead in the eye. "You have self control don't you?" she asked, "why couldn't you take something from the fridge?"
Trunks watched his parents yell at each other back and forth, but he couldn't help wondering where his grandfather's cat went. He looked up to where his father sent the cat flying, to find it clinging onto one of the curtains right above his parents. But there was a problem, the small animal couldn't hang on for long. His claws were ripping the curtains, and he eventually fell back down.
Straight into the bowl of batter Vegeta was eating out of.
The batter splattered all over Bulma and Vegeta. Trunks covered his mouth to keep from laughing out loud as they wiped their faces. Bulma let out a sigh in frustration. "You know what," she said, "you and your son can eat the rest of this, I'll just call and order a cake."
Trunks grinned and hopped up onto the bar stool, dipping his hand into the bowl, picking up the cat and setting him down onto the floor. "Thanks mama!" he said happily as Bulma brought them another bowl. She gave him a small smile. "You're welcome son."
Even though Bulma was disappointed that she couldn't make him the cake she wanted to, she was happy to see that he was enjoying the cake batter just as much as his father did. At least Trunks got to eat something she was making, even though it wasn't quite finished yet. The cake might have been the best, but to see her son happy, was the ultimate best.
