Parental Support
The scene Vegeta walked upon one sunny Saturday morning was enough to make him want to crawl back into bed and stay there until the end of his sorry existence. His son, Trunks, the cocky demi-saiyan with enough power to blow up half of Japan, was in bed, naked except for his boxers, with Kakarot's... spawn. Cuddling. The later was breathing softly agaisnt the side of Trunks cheek, scattering a few stray hairs with each breath, still quite soundly asleep. Trunks, on the other hand, was already wide awake and had been running his fingers through the younger boy's hair and whispering loving words to him while he slept before finally noticing Vegeta's presence and stiffening. As if thinking if he didn't move, his dad couldn't see him, Trunks stayed absolutely still for a good five minutes before timidly looking up at the Saiyan Prince with guilt all over his face. "uh... hey dad... morning..." He said with an awkward half-grin. Vegeta gave his son a look as if to say 'we'll talk about this later', and stalked off to go make coffee and try to erase this disturbing image from his mind. He did NOT need to see that.
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After an awkward breakfast in which no one said anything, Vegeta was stuck putting the dishes into the dishwasher while Trunks saw Goten off. Bulma had gone on a trip to get parts and wasn't expected back until the next day, leaving the house oddly silent with most of the general matenience falling to Vegeta in her absence. Because when it came to chores Trunks never did seem to be around. By the time Trunks had "seen Goten off", Vegeta was finished with dishes and sitting on the couch, arms crossed, in wait for his son.
Trunks shuffled into the Living Room, expression much like that of a condemed criminal getting the death sentence. Vegeta motioned to the seat next to him with a curt nod and waited for Trunks to get settled in before speaking; choosing his words carefully to try and stay under control.
"So, how long has this little love affair with Kakarot's kid been going on?"
Trunks winced and thought about his answer a minute before speaking with dry lips.
"uh... about a month...?"
Vegeta nodded at the answerm aknowlegding it.
"And why did you choose not to tell me or your... mother."
Trunks' eyes darted around the room, looking everywhere but Vegeta's eyes.
"Because...uh... I didn't want you to... freak out and uh... kill me..."
Vegeta had the urge to laugh, roll his eyes, and smack his son all at the same time. Instead, he settled on giving a very fatherly speech. Something ONLY his kids would ever see him do.
"Trunks, I'm your father, and am therefore here to be supportive and help you make the right descisions so you don't fuck up your life. If you can't tell me something little like this then I have failed as both your father and responsible adult."
Even Vegeta was a little surprised. He wasn't normally the supportive type, but he really did love his kids. Or at least he had to.
"As long as this is making you happy, then I am glad you have finally found someone to spend your life with." Vegeta finished with an awkward-but-meant-to-be-comforting pat on Trunks' shoulder. The boy in question nodded mindlessly, obviously still in shock from the abnormal even that had just happened.
"But you have to tell your mother."