Disclaimer: Hmm, not what goes under this line...let's think...perhaps...could it be...that I DON'T own the characters I've borrowed from the show, Drangonball Z?? Is it possible? YES, I think it is! That would be correct! NO, I DON'T own the SHOW either!
Warning: THERE'S NO SAP IN THIS STORY!! ALL MY OTHERS ARE SAPPY. This one is just a little Trunks-wit short story. I don't think anyone's OCC...hmm...no problem with timelines being messed up...really... there IS no warning! BUT, I personally don't think this story is half as good as my other ones. Just a quick for-fun I wrote a few months ago.
TRUNKS GETS EVEN
Oh no, here it came. Whap! Trunks flinched. This time he wouldn't cry... uh-oh, the stinging was coming... it was getting more intense... Darn! He'd lost again. A few tears formed in the corners of his eyes as his mouth twiched slightly.
"Don't you give me that attitude, Trunks. I am your father! You show me respect!" Vegeta warned.
That hand was all too familiar. Trunks should have known by now how to dodge it. He'd seen his father's hand coming toward his face like a fired torpedo many times and still he couldn't move. It somehow made him immobile every time. Even if he could dodge in time, it would do no good. That would only make his father angrier and he'd get it even worse.
"Do you hear me?" Vegeta interupted Trunks thoughts.
"Yes," Trunks replied sheepishly, keeping a hand over his burning cheek. He had no idea why, but it seemed to sooth the pain.
"Get out of here and do as I said. WITHOUT the attitude!"
Trunks turned and left the room, going straight to the lawn and mowing. Now that his father couldn't see, he could mumble as he scowled. This wasn't supposed to be his job. Vegeta was supposed to mow the lawn. Heck, his eyes were the same level as the bar he was pushing on the mower! Why did HE have to do this? Because his father would clobber him if he didn't. But his mother wouldn't approve at all! It was she that had told Vegeta to mow the lawn! She specificaly asked him because it wasn't a job she wanted Trunks doing.
"Hmm," Trunks stopped, a smirk on his face as he rubbed the sweat from his forehead.
With such tempermental parents, he'd come up with quite a few sneaky ways of doing things. Perhaps he could get his father in trouble with his mother without either of them knowing he'd done so on purpose. He'd come to be quite the clever little thing. Trunks drug himself into the house, careful to let his sweat show and every ounce of tiredness he could drum up as well. "Hi, mom," he walked past her and drank the whole carton of lemonaid she'd just bought.
"Hi, honey. What's wrong? You look tired. Have you been training with your father?"
"I was earlier," Trunks pushed himself off the stool and trudged back out of the room. Now that he had her attention, she was sure to follow him and see that he was doing his FATHER'S chore.
"Where are you going?"
"I've gotta finish my chores Dad told me to do," Trunks answered. It wouldn't be enough to just tell her what he was doing. She would have to see that he was mowing the lawn.
"Oh," Bulma almost stopped following him. But he wasn't heading in the right direction for the chores she'd given him to do. "Trunks! What are you doing?" she stopped him before he turned the mower back on.
"I'm mowing the lawn," Trunks looked at her with innocence. Ha! His mission was almost complete. He could tell by the look on his mother's face his father was going to get it from her.
"I told your FATHER to do that!" Bulma's eyes hardened as she placed her hands on her hips. "You come right in here, Trunks! That is NOT your job!"
Trunks tried to look confused. "But Dad told me to..."
"Don't you move that thing another inch! I'll handle your father!"
Trunks shrugged and followed after his mother, taking a turn into the living area as his mother continued down the hall to the gravity room. He wanted to be close enough to hear the conversation, but he certainly didn't want to seem like he was listening. Turning on the TV, he muted the volume and perked his ears. He was going to love hearing his father get it!
"Vegeta!" Bulm banged on the door of the gravitation room.
"I'm busy!"
"Get out here now! I want to talk to you!"
"Can't you see I'm training!"
"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'RE DOING! GET OUT HERE!" Bulma screamed.
Vegeta scowled, opening the door. "This better be important!"
"I just found our son doing YOUR chore!"
"I can't control what he does! He has a mind of his own!"
Trunks smirked. Yep, and he'd used it too.
"Vegeta, you told him to mow that lawn after I specifically told YOU to do it!"
"So what if I did?! I don't have time for petty things like that anyway! Trunks has plenty of time to spend however he pleases, as long as it isn't his training time."
"He did not PLEASE to mow that lawn, Vegeta! You told him to do it because you're just too lazy to do it yourself! All you sayains ever do is train! When are you ever going to realise there are more important things in life?!"
"When there ARE!" Vegeta slammed the door shut.
"Vegeta! Vegeta, you open this door right now!" Bulma pounded a few times. "You had better finish mowing that lawn or you'll really regret it!"
There was no answer. She was being ignored.
"I swear, that man! I don't know why I ever married him!" Bulma stormed past, her fists clenched.
Trunks watched her go by then he smirked. No more mowing the lawn for him and now he felt retribution. He'd gotten out of doing his father's chore, and he'd given pay back for being slapped. And all without even being suspect. Man, he was good!
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I was thinking with this story...if people like this, I MIGHT consider making it into a series of one-shots that have the same general idea to them of Trunks getting even or using his witty little brain to accomplish things. Review and let me know if you think I should write some more like this. (I have to warn I probably wont write more real SOON though.)
Warning: THERE'S NO SAP IN THIS STORY!! ALL MY OTHERS ARE SAPPY. This one is just a little Trunks-wit short story. I don't think anyone's OCC...hmm...no problem with timelines being messed up...really... there IS no warning! BUT, I personally don't think this story is half as good as my other ones. Just a quick for-fun I wrote a few months ago.
TRUNKS GETS EVEN
Oh no, here it came. Whap! Trunks flinched. This time he wouldn't cry... uh-oh, the stinging was coming... it was getting more intense... Darn! He'd lost again. A few tears formed in the corners of his eyes as his mouth twiched slightly.
"Don't you give me that attitude, Trunks. I am your father! You show me respect!" Vegeta warned.
That hand was all too familiar. Trunks should have known by now how to dodge it. He'd seen his father's hand coming toward his face like a fired torpedo many times and still he couldn't move. It somehow made him immobile every time. Even if he could dodge in time, it would do no good. That would only make his father angrier and he'd get it even worse.
"Do you hear me?" Vegeta interupted Trunks thoughts.
"Yes," Trunks replied sheepishly, keeping a hand over his burning cheek. He had no idea why, but it seemed to sooth the pain.
"Get out of here and do as I said. WITHOUT the attitude!"
Trunks turned and left the room, going straight to the lawn and mowing. Now that his father couldn't see, he could mumble as he scowled. This wasn't supposed to be his job. Vegeta was supposed to mow the lawn. Heck, his eyes were the same level as the bar he was pushing on the mower! Why did HE have to do this? Because his father would clobber him if he didn't. But his mother wouldn't approve at all! It was she that had told Vegeta to mow the lawn! She specificaly asked him because it wasn't a job she wanted Trunks doing.
"Hmm," Trunks stopped, a smirk on his face as he rubbed the sweat from his forehead.
With such tempermental parents, he'd come up with quite a few sneaky ways of doing things. Perhaps he could get his father in trouble with his mother without either of them knowing he'd done so on purpose. He'd come to be quite the clever little thing. Trunks drug himself into the house, careful to let his sweat show and every ounce of tiredness he could drum up as well. "Hi, mom," he walked past her and drank the whole carton of lemonaid she'd just bought.
"Hi, honey. What's wrong? You look tired. Have you been training with your father?"
"I was earlier," Trunks pushed himself off the stool and trudged back out of the room. Now that he had her attention, she was sure to follow him and see that he was doing his FATHER'S chore.
"Where are you going?"
"I've gotta finish my chores Dad told me to do," Trunks answered. It wouldn't be enough to just tell her what he was doing. She would have to see that he was mowing the lawn.
"Oh," Bulma almost stopped following him. But he wasn't heading in the right direction for the chores she'd given him to do. "Trunks! What are you doing?" she stopped him before he turned the mower back on.
"I'm mowing the lawn," Trunks looked at her with innocence. Ha! His mission was almost complete. He could tell by the look on his mother's face his father was going to get it from her.
"I told your FATHER to do that!" Bulma's eyes hardened as she placed her hands on her hips. "You come right in here, Trunks! That is NOT your job!"
Trunks tried to look confused. "But Dad told me to..."
"Don't you move that thing another inch! I'll handle your father!"
Trunks shrugged and followed after his mother, taking a turn into the living area as his mother continued down the hall to the gravity room. He wanted to be close enough to hear the conversation, but he certainly didn't want to seem like he was listening. Turning on the TV, he muted the volume and perked his ears. He was going to love hearing his father get it!
"Vegeta!" Bulm banged on the door of the gravitation room.
"I'm busy!"
"Get out here now! I want to talk to you!"
"Can't you see I'm training!"
"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'RE DOING! GET OUT HERE!" Bulma screamed.
Vegeta scowled, opening the door. "This better be important!"
"I just found our son doing YOUR chore!"
"I can't control what he does! He has a mind of his own!"
Trunks smirked. Yep, and he'd used it too.
"Vegeta, you told him to mow that lawn after I specifically told YOU to do it!"
"So what if I did?! I don't have time for petty things like that anyway! Trunks has plenty of time to spend however he pleases, as long as it isn't his training time."
"He did not PLEASE to mow that lawn, Vegeta! You told him to do it because you're just too lazy to do it yourself! All you sayains ever do is train! When are you ever going to realise there are more important things in life?!"
"When there ARE!" Vegeta slammed the door shut.
"Vegeta! Vegeta, you open this door right now!" Bulma pounded a few times. "You had better finish mowing that lawn or you'll really regret it!"
There was no answer. She was being ignored.
"I swear, that man! I don't know why I ever married him!" Bulma stormed past, her fists clenched.
Trunks watched her go by then he smirked. No more mowing the lawn for him and now he felt retribution. He'd gotten out of doing his father's chore, and he'd given pay back for being slapped. And all without even being suspect. Man, he was good!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I was thinking with this story...if people like this, I MIGHT consider making it into a series of one-shots that have the same general idea to them of Trunks getting even or using his witty little brain to accomplish things. Review and let me know if you think I should write some more like this. (I have to warn I probably wont write more real SOON though.)