A/N: Well, here's another one-shot. Please read and review.
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of the characters, Akira Toriyama does.
Trunks got into the car. Vegeta glared at him before pulling out of the school parking lot. Bulla bounced in the backseat beside her older brother, making faces and sticking her out tongue at him when she was sure Vegeta wasn't looking.
"So," Vegeta said. "You've been a handful today I hear".
Trunks shrugged.
"No more than usual," the lavender-haired boy answered apathetically. But his father didn't buy it.
"That isn't true. You glued your History teacher to her desk".
"I didn't make her sit in it," Trunks insisted. "Besides, she should have looked before she sat in it".
"Don't get smart with ME, Brat," Vegeta warned. "You also started a food fight. You know how I feel about wasting food!"
"You throw one bowl of chocolate pudding at a buddy and everyone else has to get in on it!"
"Boy, you also let the class hamster loose," the Saiyan prince glared at the young boy.
"I can't help that stupid snake in the next classroom ate it," his son replied. "I thought I shut the cage".
"So why were you laughing about it?" his father demanded it.
"It seemed funny at the time," Trunks answered.
Bulla stuck out her tongue one too many and Trunks reached over and punched her left shoulder.
"Daddy!" the little girl screeched. "Trunks punched me!"
"Trunks," Vegeta rounded on his son. "Did you just hit your sister?"
"She asked for it!" Trunks snapped.
"You've asked to be punished, Brat!" Vegeta shouted.
"Bring it on," Trunks yawned and sat back in his seat, his hands behind his head. "How bad can it be?"
"Insolent brat!" Vegeta was becoming angrier by the moment. "No video games for a month!"
"Big deal! I've played them all".
"You're grounded for a month, Brat!" the Saiyan prince's face was growing red.
"So what?" Trunks asked in a bored monotone. "There's nothing going on this month".
"You are not to go over to see Kakarot's brat!" Vegeta smirked. That would be a good punishment.
"I couldn't anyway," Trunks told his dad. "He's grounded".
"You'll play "Tea Party" with Bulla.
Trunks rolled his eyes.
"Wear a frilly hat and drink kool-aid out of a plastic cup. Awesome penalty!"
"I had hoped not to resort to this, Brat. But you've forced my hand," Vegeta said in a slow, steady voice. "You will endure the most dire punishment I can imagine on this planet".
"And what's that?" his son snickered.
"When we return home, you will be forced to..." the prince paused. "Ingest your mother's cooking!"
A look of horror crossed Trunks's face.
"NOOOO! Please! Anything but that, Dad!"...