(Yeah, you read it right.)
A/N: Don't… hate … me. Hahahahahaha. Okay! On with it!
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Part One: The Inciting Incident
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"Mummy-dearest?"
"What do you want now, Trunks?" asked an exhausted Bulma.
Trunks (let's saaayyyy he's 12 years old) came prancing into the lab wearing a purple feather boa. Bulma smacked her hand against her forehead. He had been pulling stunts like this all month. First it was her lipstick, then her highheels, and then he somehow got a pink leotard, complete with tutu. Now… it was a boa. Why was she not surprised?
"Mummy-dearest, I have a question for you."
"Fine, but don't call me that; people will wonder about you."
"Ok, Mummy-dearest. What will they wonder about?"
"Never mind," she sighed. "What is your question?"
Innocently, he cocked his head. "I asked you what people will wonder about me."
Bulma noticed he had sparkling glitter under his eyes. She became suddenly nauseous. "Probably a great many things, son. Now please, Mom's very busy. She has an important proposal to finish before tomorrow morning. What did you want to ask me?"
"Oh, THAT. Just a sec, I'll be back in a jiffy."
Bulma rolled her eyes, and continued typing at her computer. A half hour later, Trunks returned. Along with his purple, feather boa, he was now wearing a long, plum-colored evening gown. Bulma stopped everything and gawked at him.
"Trunks! Where on earth did you get that dress?!"
"Goten bought it for me."
Bulma opened her mouth, but she couldn't say anything coherent at first. Then the strangled word "Why?" came to her.
"He said I look pretty in it. Do you think I look pretty, Mommy-dearest?"
Bulma contorted her face. She wanted to cry. Did she say yes, and further perpetuate this behavior, or say no and crush is young heart? She did neither. "I don't know, Trunks. I've suddenly gone blind," she lied.
"You mean you can't see my sexy dress?!" he shrieked. (yes, he shrieked!)
"A-ugh. No. Sorry."
Trunks' face fell. She almost felt bad for lying. Almost.
But Trunks felt sorry for his mummy-dearest. She didn't get to witness the splendor of his beauty. He decided to make her feel better. "Don't feel bad, Mummy-dearest. Daddy-kins liked my dress."
"VEGETA SAW YOU DRESSED LIKE THIS?!"
Trunks scowled, "Daddy-kins did, yes," he corrected her.
"And he didn't kill you?!"
"No. Daddy-kins laughed and said that *I* was his Princess now. Not Bra." Trunks beamed with pride.
Bulma took her son by the shoulders and looked straight into his eye-shadowed eyes. "Trunks, listen to me very carefully…"
Trunks stared back at her and put his hands on his hips, "You will address me as Princess Trunks!"
Bulma faltered backward. "You're making this difficult! Now listen! No matter what anyone else says, you'll always be my SON. Okay? No matter what, I'll always love you."
"Okay Mummy-dearest. Whatever you say," he smiled.
Bulma sighed and continued typing at the computer. Trunks still stood in the room and watched her. Then he loudly stomped toward the door, making his footsteps quieter as he approached it. Once through the door, Trunks tiptoed back into the room, back to the spot he had just occupied. He stood there, very still, and stared at her.
Bulma let him do this for 5 minutes. Then Trunks stifled a laugh and in absolute silence began making faces at her. Bulma quickly became annoyed. She turned to him and shouted, "Trunks! What do you think you are doing?!"
Startled, Trunks jumped away from her. Then he squinted into her eyes and asked, "Are you unblind, Mummy-dearest? Can you see me now?!"
Bulma shot back into her chair and stared at the ceiling. "Uh… No. Nope. I am still blind!"
"Then how did you know-?"
"I am your mother, Trunks-"
"PRINCESS Trunks!"
"Argh! As I was saying… I am your mother, and I know everything you do."
Trunks looked perplexed by that last comment. He scoffed, "No you don't, or else you would know that Goten and I…" He clapped his hands over his mouth and stopped talking.
Frankly, Bulma was glad he did. "Okay, fine. I don't know everything, but I know if you're standing in the room making faces at me, and it's distracting! I'm extremely busy. Go bother your father."
"You mean Daddy-kins?"
"Yes," she sighed.
"I have a better idea, Mummy-dearest! I am going to figure out how to fix your eyes!"
"Okay. Whatever. Have fun."
Trunks scampered off. Well, he scampered as well as a 12 year-old can scamper wearing an evening gown. He went outside and took off into the air. The gown fabric flowed and ebbed on his curvaceous body and tickled his skin. The boa fluttered in the wind. He giggled like a schoolgirl at the anticipation of the great adventure he was embarking.
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A/N: Hoooo boy. Okay, lemme have it. Hahahaha. I plan on getting 7 or 10 or 26 chapters out of this… Just FYI.
And for those of you new to my… "humor" -- If you liked this, check out my others. They're all the same sort of thing, and I've gotten good feedback, so I guess they're decent.