It 'twas a whole week before Christmas. Trunks was currently his original 8-year old self, and trying to sneak a peek at a present. Every year, his mother hides them in his parents' room. He had always wanted to figure out where so every time Christmas comes 'round he'll know where to look.
It was nearing midnight on the 18th of December as trunks crept along the hallway in search of his prize. After passing several rooms, he had reached his parents' room.
He opened the door slowly and quietly as to not wake Bulma and Vegeta. He silently tip toed around the room. He looked around the bed, in the dresser, wardrobe, and behind the mirror. Finally there was the closet. Now trunks mentally thought to himself, "why is there both a wardrobe and closet? Dang! Mom must have a BUNCH of clothes!"
So he slowly approached, when all of a sudden he heard his mother stir silently. He had always known she was a light sleeper, but he could have sworn that he didn't make a single noise. He dashed swiftly by the side of the bed while his mother arose.
Bulma rubbed her left eye sleepily and arose. She let her hand droop to her side and she scanned the room. She could detect nothing, but even so she swung her legs over and padded around the room. It was a miracle she didn't spot her eight year old son from the side of the bed. When she came to her bed again, she gave a small cough and crawled under the covers once more.
Trunks waited a whole 5 minutes for her to actually fall asleep until he continued his scavenge for presents. He opened the door of the closet without a single creak; but he then felt a chill run down his spine as a shadow descended upon him.
"Son, what are you doing up at this hour, rummaging through the closet?" Vegeta asked from behind trunks. Trunks turned slowly to find Vegeta looking down at him, arms crossed.
"Looking for presen- I mean cookies...?"
"Right. You should be in bed, or you won't wake up properly and turn nocturnal. Now go to bed." Trunks shook his head.
"Not until I know where the presents are!" He declared, and trunks continued in his search. For about five seconds. Vegeta picked him up and carried him to his room, trunks punching his chest demanding he had the right to see his presents.
"The presents are not in that room. Your mother decided to move them where she thought was suitable for a relocation," the prince said, as he set trunks on his bed. Trunks paused. He blinked twice and said,
"What? She friggin moved them?! So I wasted my time searching in there?! Oh great!" Trunks grumbled as he went under his covers. Vegeta simply let him be.
Vegeta went back down the hallway and went to his room. He opened the door and found Bulma sitting up in bed coughing. Vegeta went over and asked what was wrong.
"I probably have a small cold. That's all. I should probably get some rest." Vegeta laid the back of his hand on her forehead. It felt warm.
"You have a fever. Hopefully it will break by morning." Vegeta did all this nonchalantly, also by wishing her goodnight, which didn't happen much. So Bulma laid back in bed, waiting for the morning to dawn.
