Trunks' Night - 1
Trunks sat up and looked around his bedroom, but couldn't tell what might have woken him. His teddy bear nightlight showed all his toys were in the same place he'd left them, even after his mom told him to put them away. His clothes were still lying in a pile in the corner, and the house was silent. Even his curtains were still shut tight against the scary darkness outside.
He tried to lay back down and close his eyes, but still had the uncomfortable feeling something wasn't quite right. It was too quiet. Too many dark places his nightlight didn't reach. He drew the blankets over his head and curled himself into a tight ball, but it didn't help. The more he thought about it, the more certain he became there was something lurking under his bed or crouching in his closet ready to attack.
Tears filled his eyes, and his heart pounded as he crawled out of the safety of his blankets. He needed his mom, but hesitated to put his feet over the side of the bed, fearing what might grab at them. Wishing he could fly like his dad, he jumped as far away from his small bed as he could and raced down the hall. The slippered feet of his pajamas whispered across the carpet as he ran to his mom's bedroom, creeping silently through the open door. He hesitated at the foot of the bed when he realized she wasn't alone. His father was there, too.
Trunks debated what he should do. He was afraid of waking his father, but even more afraid of being alone in his own room. As carefully as possible, he lifted the bottom of the comforter and slowly crawled between the backs of the two sleeping adults until his head poked out the top.
Instantly, he felt completely safe and secure. His parents were a protective wall against anything that may try to harm him. He didn't even mind there was no nightlight and he could see the bare branches of the tree waving in the breeze outside their window. Snuggling down on the soft pillow, he fell fast asleep.
Vegeta woke to the early dawn light streaming in through the window. He tried to roll onto his back to stretch, but something was in the way. Thinking Bulma had migrated over to crowd his side of the bed again, he turned to give her a piece of his mind, but stopped when he saw the sleeping form of his son firmly lodged between them. He reached over the boy and shook Bulma awake.
"What is he doing here?" he demanded in a harsh whisper.
Bulma rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she slid herself up to sit against the headboard. She looked down at Trunks and couldn't help but smile at the precious sight of her little boy curled between them, soundly sleeping.
"He probably had a nightmare," she whispered back and brushed a stray hair away from his forehead. "Doesn't he look so happy sleeping here?"
"Humph," Vegeta grumbled, and left the invading child with his doting mother to start his daily training.