A/N...Here's a new story.
Bulma decides to plan a family trip along with the gang. A week in the slopes there's bound to be some trouble...Can the heiress pull it off?
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ.
" It's my turn Goten!"
"No, Trunks, It's my turn!"
"No you dit, mine," Trunks grabbed the remote control from the obsidian eyed boy. Before the other boy could feign tears, he tossed one of the couch pillows at him. The pillow smacked the boy's face sideways. The action only seemed to anger the boy, and with one swoop, his fist met with the lavender haired prince's chin. The force in the attack was powerful enough to thwart him aside. Goten had never been one to resort to violence. He took after his father's benevolence, but if anyone could trigger any violence tendency, it would be Trunks. The boy, like his father, was vulgar with his words, and it was with his depraving words that he undermined, disrespected, and enlivened anger. He was cunning, direct, and facetious with his mouth. Often so, it was Trunks's condescending nature that triggered Goten's dark side.
Goten's punch had caused Trunks to release his hold on the remote. Bitterness filled the young prince as the remote in his hands flipped and landed in Goten's. Rubbing his chin profusely, the boy contemplated the inward affect the punch had on him. The hit pained his pride more so his chin, and for his wounded pride, a shadow of shame was cast on him. If his father was present, he'd glower at the boy, with disappointment gleaming from his ebony eyes.
Shaking with anger, the boy charged his friend. He hollered out a battle cry. His first preempted strike was barely countered by the opposing foe, but with dynamite speed, his second strike sent the boy flying across the room. Goten collided back first with the wall. The pictures that hung about the wall suffered greatly. Dramatically they fell, immediately met with fractures and dents on their silver metallic shells. One frame avoided any fractures or dents, but its survival was short lived as Goten unknowingly stomped his left foot on it. The two boys for what seemed to be minutes stared each other down in their own respective battle stance. Each trying to make the other back down with their formidable glares. Inexperienced with proper battle strategical thinking, Goten shot a ki blast. A mischievous smirk played on the young prince's face. Taking the opportunity that his yet inexperience friend has given him, Trunks pressed his footing, giving him a solid undeterred stance, the boy caught the ki blast bare handed and sent it back to Goten. The young boy was meet face first with the blast, but forming an x with his arms, he was able to block off most of the fire power. The blocking might have protected him from any burn marks, but it served no other use for he was thrown through the walls. The formerly canvased wall was now decorated with a giant, gaping hole.
A few rooms down, the rising commotion had begun to stir Bulma. She had kept herself locked in the lab; adding a few finishing touches on a new bot she had designed. Her focus wavered here and there at the boys constant shouting and gibing, but it wasn't until she heard the giant boom, and the ground shaking beneath her did she take the incentives to check on them. Trunk was loudly shouting profane words, and with an eye roll the heiress thought, we know where he got that from...She reached the room and her eyes and jaw gaped open. The mess was inconceivable, it was hardly valid to call it a mess. From an apparent ki blast from Trunks the couch was split asunder. The wall had an obnoxious hole in it. The pictures she had taken so long to arrange and frame were all piles of broken glass, broken frames, and wrinkled photographs.
It didn't take long for Bulma to snap out of her shock to establish her notable fiery outbursts. "Trunks! Goten!" The two boys, who had each other in submitting grapples, looked up at Bulma. Realizing the depth in his mother's anger, Trunks quickly released Goten and folded his arms behind him; a stance he normally took when trying to emit innocence for any wrong doings. Bulma squared her arms on her hips, and bent her body in a scolding manner towards the boys. Her head turning from Trunks to Goten, she wagged her index at them. "You two with your super saiyan strength destroyed my living room!"
Trunks turned behind him only to see that his aggressive behavior had split his mother's couch asunder. Habitually if anything like that happened, Trunks was quick to point his fingers at Goten, but he'd been caught red-handed. His mother was fairly passionate about her home decor, and although money was never an issue for them in replacing any broken appliances, his actions still were met with punishment. His gaze descended from his mother's fiery blue orbs to the floor. His cheeks went scarlet when she demanded to know who started the fight. He knew although he did not throw the first punch, his actions had summoned Goten's anger.
When the two remained stagnant and silent Bulma turned to Trunks. If anything he should know better not to fight in the house. She'd vehemently warned him that his battles should either be held outside or the gravity room.
"That's it." The heiress grabbed her son by the forearm and dragged him down the halls, "time for you to tell your dad of your actions."
The boy was stronger than his mother, but at that threat he felt his strength paralyzed against hers, "No! No! please mom!" He begged and begged and begged. But his begging fell on deaf ears. Bulma stomped her way down the halls to the gravity room. If Trunks wasn't going to listen to her there was only person on this planet that had the power to subdue the boy and subjugate him into obedience. Goten afraid for his own fate decided on an impromptu exit.
"I'll pay for the damages mom!" the boy cried, the gravity room was now in his line of sight. He felt his heart drop at what awaited him. The boy knew if his actions resulted in interrupting his father's training, his actions of misbehavior would not be what incited the elder prince to take command of the situation. It would be the fact that Trunks came between his precious hours of training.
"With what money?" Trunks barely caught his mother's response to his proposal.
"With my..." he pondered for a second, "Ski equipment money!"
Bulma stopped her advancement, and looked down at him. Her expression was conflicted. "Boy, you're really scared aren't ya…" With a defeated huff, Bulma let her grasp on the boy go. Trunks smiled widely at his victory, but his mother's scolding frown brought him back to a modest composure. She bent down to matched her son's height. "If you promise me…pinky swear, " she brought her pinky up, " that you will never ever fight in the family room again…I'll let it go. Just this once." Trunks without any hesitation grabbed his mother's pinky with his and shook on it.
"I promise mom…" He was lucky this time. Trunks returned to the destroyed family room. Three bots were already in there fixing the destruction in the room. Trunks looked around and noticed Goten's absence, and with an unamused huff he grabbed for the remote and sat on the broken couch. What a loser he totally ditched me.
With things from the evening settled, The heiress went back to her work. Her son for the first time offered to take responsibility for his action, albeit with a little fire on his ass, but still a grand feat for her boy. The feat was hardly demanding of a golden star, but the heiress felt generous.
Trunks had been raving all year for ski boots, and Bulma, trying to instill value in her son, said he could buy the boots with his saved up allowance. It had been about a month ago since the two formed the deal, and Bulma was proud that the boy had enough responsibility and determination to have done so. That was another grand feat for the boy, and for that she decided on a reward.
What better way to let the boy enjoy his hard earned toy than to take him to the slopes to try them out. The idea of skidding down a snow capped mountain stirred fear in her gut, but her worry seemed foolish. The boy has done way more risky stunts, and this was mere child play. " A ski trip." She mouthed to herself. The idea was tempting, but the planning would be gruesome; especially with her schedule.
"Eh, I'm the president of the freakin company," she raved, setting the bots back in the box, "I can just say I'm going on a family ski trip." She stopped and thought for a minute, and with an excited squeal she jumped contently. " A family ski trip." She breathed. This had to be one of her greatest ideas. One of her most epic ones to say the least. She could not sustain her hype. She needed this vacation, not just family bonding sake wise, but the heiress truly needed a break from her work. Ten hours a day in a lab really stressed the skin...and keeping her youthful complexion was on her top tens.
She left the lab in a start, excited to jot down activities, budget, and invites. She wanted to invite everyone...She knew getting a hold of Goku would prove to be a minor ditch on the road. That man only thought about food and training. The others were pretty hip with their phones to contact. While jotting down the blueprints to her trip one thing crossed her mind. Another minor dent in this whole operation: her husband. Vegeta's disdained forced quality bonding. Through the years he became more settled into family life enough to naturally offer quality time, and by that, it mean't he wasn't locked in the Gravity room. But anything forced, he felt controlled, and the insecurity of being manipulated caused him to shut down and reject everything. His hatred for the forced quality time could easily be assuaged with words, but his hatred for any and all contact with the human race would prove to be a hurdle. And for the gang, he'd only tolerated them. For one they were Bulma's friends so he had to, and second, he saw them more adept than the rest of the population.
With a terse draft of the trip at her disposal, the blue haired heiress began concocting the plans needed to get her husband on board. It was her only mission, and if she knew her husband, the time it would take to persuade (or threaten whichever came first) him would take a probable seven days. He would protest, protest, protest, and she would meet his resistance with more persistence. One way or the other, he will acquiesce to this trip.
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Bulma, through many cunning attempts and severe extents, tries to ger her husband on board. Will she accomplish the impossible task, or will her efforts be in vain?
