Trunks trudged home from school one day, dreading the fact that he had no place to go at the moment to avoid his parents. He groaned deep in his throat as he walked into the door.
"BOY! You home??," a hoarse British accent roared from the living room.
"Yes, Dad," Trunks replied reluctantly.
"Then get your as in here! I want to see something."
Trunks quickly went upstairs to drop off his bags in his room and came down to the living room by the other way. Vegeta was sitting in his usual chair with his hair was tossed; his cloths were more or less on; his neck was covered with lipstick marks; and a cigarette was smoldering in a ash tray. Also, a pair of safety scissors were clutched in his hands.
"Dad," Trunks ventured, almost afraid, "What are you doing? You don't smoke. Why are there kiss-marks on your neck?"
"I was having fun, boy! Now shut-up and come here!"
Trunks ignored the order for now, "Um, where's Mom?"
Vegeta fumed, "Boy, if your going to ask all these prying questions I might as well tell you that me and your mother were having hot, passionate sex before you got home and NOW she's taking an ice-cold shower!"
"EEEEEEWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!! Gross! How completely disgusting!!! YUCK," Trunks ranted.
"Yeah, well shut up and come here now!". Trunks obeyed his fathers orders without questions this time. As the teen approached the man Vegeta ripped his pants, with boxers, clean off his body.
"DAAAAAD!!" Trunks screamed, trying to back away but only screaming in pain as his father took a death-hold on his manhood. ((AN: To all the men squirming in their chairs right now... It only gets worse.)) "Just as I thought," Veggie-Chan exclaimed," That idiot mother of yours never had you circumcised! I'll have to do it now."
Trunks screamed like a little girl as Vegeta brought the safety scissors near him.
"Oh, Shut-up, Boy! I know what I'm doing; just a little off the top!"
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Trunks wailed and, ignoring the pain, yanked himself out of his fathers hands. Trunks wasted no time in rushing out of the house, bear-assed, as his father attempted to chase him down with the safety scissors. However, the threat of having part of his anatomy chopped off by Vegeta, of all people, was enough of a threat to out-distance the older man by a half mile.
When Trunks came home two hours later with a pink, frilly towel wrapped around his waist, in the large hands of a police officer, he was chalk white and still bargaining with the officer: "Please! He'll sneeze or something; I know it! He's going to cut me; PLEASE!!!!"
It wasn't long, howver, before Trunks was once again in the murderous hands of his parents.
"Fine!" Vegeta fumed, "You can keep your damned foreskin! BUT..."
*~*~*Two Hours Later in the Brief's Bathroom*~*~*
**Splash, Splash**
Trunks stared at the ceiling, franticly pondering whether this was worse than what his father had intended.
"Mom," He said, annoyed, "I'm 16! Will you please let me clean my own penis!"
THE END!
To all my readers:
Yes, I did finally get on a comp. but I'm still grounded so don't rant at me. As for all those people who said these should be longer: I stretched this out but I couldn't make it any longer without taking away from the humor. I hope you like cuz, unless everyone raves at me to go onto Bra or something, I'm probably not writing anymore like this. Ja ne!
"BOY! You home??," a hoarse British accent roared from the living room.
"Yes, Dad," Trunks replied reluctantly.
"Then get your as in here! I want to see something."
Trunks quickly went upstairs to drop off his bags in his room and came down to the living room by the other way. Vegeta was sitting in his usual chair with his hair was tossed; his cloths were more or less on; his neck was covered with lipstick marks; and a cigarette was smoldering in a ash tray. Also, a pair of safety scissors were clutched in his hands.
"Dad," Trunks ventured, almost afraid, "What are you doing? You don't smoke. Why are there kiss-marks on your neck?"
"I was having fun, boy! Now shut-up and come here!"
Trunks ignored the order for now, "Um, where's Mom?"
Vegeta fumed, "Boy, if your going to ask all these prying questions I might as well tell you that me and your mother were having hot, passionate sex before you got home and NOW she's taking an ice-cold shower!"
"EEEEEEWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!! Gross! How completely disgusting!!! YUCK," Trunks ranted.
"Yeah, well shut up and come here now!". Trunks obeyed his fathers orders without questions this time. As the teen approached the man Vegeta ripped his pants, with boxers, clean off his body.
"DAAAAAD!!" Trunks screamed, trying to back away but only screaming in pain as his father took a death-hold on his manhood. ((AN: To all the men squirming in their chairs right now... It only gets worse.)) "Just as I thought," Veggie-Chan exclaimed," That idiot mother of yours never had you circumcised! I'll have to do it now."
Trunks screamed like a little girl as Vegeta brought the safety scissors near him.
"Oh, Shut-up, Boy! I know what I'm doing; just a little off the top!"
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Trunks wailed and, ignoring the pain, yanked himself out of his fathers hands. Trunks wasted no time in rushing out of the house, bear-assed, as his father attempted to chase him down with the safety scissors. However, the threat of having part of his anatomy chopped off by Vegeta, of all people, was enough of a threat to out-distance the older man by a half mile.
When Trunks came home two hours later with a pink, frilly towel wrapped around his waist, in the large hands of a police officer, he was chalk white and still bargaining with the officer: "Please! He'll sneeze or something; I know it! He's going to cut me; PLEASE!!!!"
It wasn't long, howver, before Trunks was once again in the murderous hands of his parents.
"Fine!" Vegeta fumed, "You can keep your damned foreskin! BUT..."
*~*~*Two Hours Later in the Brief's Bathroom*~*~*
**Splash, Splash**
Trunks stared at the ceiling, franticly pondering whether this was worse than what his father had intended.
"Mom," He said, annoyed, "I'm 16! Will you please let me clean my own penis!"
THE END!
To all my readers:
Yes, I did finally get on a comp. but I'm still grounded so don't rant at me. As for all those people who said these should be longer: I stretched this out but I couldn't make it any longer without taking away from the humor. I hope you like cuz, unless everyone raves at me to go onto Bra or something, I'm probably not writing anymore like this. Ja ne!