Trunks used to be estatic about the idea of a little brother. Someone who could train alongside him. But now that his brother is 16 and he's 18, he finds that their battles are a lot less physical. (Slice of Life Brief Family Story)
It was a long time coming. The sun was absent in the sky and traffic didn't seem to get any better. But alas, school was school and Bulma had high hopes for her sons.
It was more choatic in the Briefs household. Vegeta seemed to be teleporting as he fed Bra and brushed his teeth simultaneously. A growl was echoed from him. Some toothpaste was seen where Bra's spoon should have been.
Vegeta noticed and shared a glance with Bra. She giggled and took notice of the blue substance. Vegeta begged inwardly that his daughter would temporarily gain wisdom and know that toothpaste didn't belong on her face. She disagreed. "Minty!" Her face was covered in it
"Oh Lord.." Vegeta mumbled. Having great power didn't translate to brilliant father but he was adamant to keep trying anyway. He closed his eyes, repeating a phrase Bulma would say "Mistakes lead to future successes, especially with goopy messes.u." Vegeta smiled and picked up Bra gently, this was another challenge he had to overcome. However, it wouldn't just benefit himself it would also benefit the creature in his grasp, her Saiyan tail wagged lightly. Her innocence was still intact. He planned to maintain that for as long as possible.
Sparks was the second youngest. Short loose purple hair tied up, his hoop earrings were placed on his ears. He sighed at this moment of peace. One more touch needed to be administered. His pristine Honor student uniform. At Star High, there were the Regulars and the Honors. His dedication to his academics paid off and he wasn't above showing off the distinct golden buttons on his blazer. He still carried his father's pride, just differently. A subtle bragger.
He nodded to himself when he got dressed fully. Everything fit well, nothing too unslightly. He hummed a simple tune and cracked his door slightly. First thing he could hear?
His older brother Trunks dashing through the house "Mom, Dad! Have you seen my uniform. I could have sworn I have seen it somewhere!" Trunks was like his dad, so he could never simply walk. Zipping through the house was how info traveled in the Briefs household. Everybody excluding Bulma was fast enough to tell everyone about everything
Sparks winced and closed the door. Walking away was his best solution. Until a loud abrasive knock was heard on his door. He rolled his eyes and kept walking forward. This wasn't his battle.
"Sparks. I know you are there. Give me what is mine and I might not beat you. I'm in a good mood!" Trunks was loud. Loud made Spark's blood boil. Especially the type of loud his brother tended to employ
"Oh dear brother..what would I gain from taking your guady uniform!" He retorted. He couldn't help but to smirk.
Trunks didn't say anything else. If looks could kill, Sparks would be in dire need of some Dragonballs. Both of their tails stood up, ready to pounce on each other. The only thing holding them back was the fact that they shared genetics and even that barely mattered in their battle-wired minds. Sparks was already identifying the best way to disable Trunks without killing him outright. Trunks was doing the same thing, though he didn't consider pain.
Bulma could be seen at the doorway, holding what Trunks seem to be after. A standard Star Academy uniform. His name etched into the front
His face dropped, he was the unneeded aggressor now. He nodded and grabbed the uniform. Bowing his head "um thanks. Nice talk we had here Sparks"
Sparks rolled his eyes and sat back down on his desk "I'll be ready soon mother." Bulma left on that note. She wasn't too worried about Sparks. Even in heated situations, Sparks was the social butterfly.
Her eyes turned to Trunks. A different beast altogether. A world with Vegeta in his life definitely added some brashness and pride. Though Trunks was still a good guy. Keeping to some morals. She figured that was due to his friendship with Gohan.
Bulma assembled everybody in the living room. The game plan was simple. If done with max precision, they could possibly have a decent day.
Sparks saw Vegeta fumbling with the three lunchboxes next to him. Sparks sighed lightly "Lunchbox duty gets easier father. Trust me.."
Trunks held Bra in his arms from the moment. Unexplainable to anyone, Bra never cried in Trunks' arms. Not even once. Meanwhile with Sparks..
"Sparks, honey. Please hand Bra back to Trunks. Love you still" Bulma declared from behind the couch. Bra never seemed to stop crying in Sparks' arms. He grumbled and handed his sister back to Trunks. What did she like about him? Sparks wasn't a saint but neither was Trunks. He would even argue that Trunks is way more scary. Yet she was giggling and laughing at Trunks' goofy face. He would crack the code to that Saiyan baby.
Bra didn't speak much but her cheering said it all. Sparks wasn't sure how to take it. Trunks was way more personable. He knew that. He wondered why he cared to begin with.
Vegeta was the only one not directly interacting with anyone. Sparks found his father's attitude to be the most fitting. He smiled, he seemed so far away from him mentality wise.
Sparks pondered quietly. Getting into his own head. Vegeta caught him, a scowl formed on his face "boy?"
"Father..sorry. just looking around" He sighed and turned his head. Tension was batting throughout his body.
"If you're nervous about school. Don't be" He grumbled "you'll dominate. Your mother has prepared"
An opening to be honest was right there. He would finally swallow his pride, showing concern over how another being felt about him. He Couldn't do, at least not with Vegeta "thanks for the advice" He put on his best impersonation of Trunks.