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AS I SAID IT IS AN OOC FIC :T
7 Years Later
Looking out the window available in his private jet, he sighed; He didn't want to go this stupid meeting. But if it was an order from his father than it was important, the person next to him sighed also she had her arm tucked under his and kissed his cheek.
"Vegeta darling we'll be but a week then we can fly back to Japan." She mumbled in his chest as he wrapped an arm around her waist.
He was wearing a cool wool suit; it was a solid blue color with 2 buttons, and with a lined lapel collar. With it was the matching pant that was straight and polished black shoes. While she was wearing a long-sleeved tan and black colored form fitting dress and black pumps. Her abnormal pink hair was in long curls that draped over her shoulder and fringes that were curled to cover one of her emerald green eyes, to be blunt she was a beauty.
"Ah Moka, If only you paid more attention to my father's words, he said at least a week." He said grunting. "Ugh! This is so tiring!" He complained placing his nose at the crook of her neck, he gently sniffed and the smell of Versace Bright Crystal assaulted his nose. It's her favorite he thought before kissing the same spot.
"Mmm.." she moaned tilting her head back a little "Vegeta, Dear please calm yourself.. I am sure there are people around somewhere…" she moaned out. A low growl made its way up his throat.
"That should be the least of your worries right now.." he whispered in her ear sending shivers down her spine. Hands traveling to the zipper placed on the small of her back. Suddenly grabbing she grabbed his only hand that was placed on her waist; He gently placed his hand underneath her chin pulling it up to meet his eye. Emerald jewels crashed with Black Obsidian jewels and they were soon pulled in heated kiss, which led to clothes being thrown all about. "VE-"
"TRUNKS!" a woman with cerulean waist length hair that was pulled into a straight pony-tail yelled hands on her hips, blue hues narrowed, pink-glossed pouty lips pulled into a tight frown. She was currently dressed in a sleeveless black form fitting business dress that stopped at the middle of her long shaped thighs; her feet were adorned with nude glossed heels and a beige blazer. She had her black purse hanging off her shoulder and was staring after a young boy who sent an amused giggle.
"Mother!" he yelled jumping off the monkey bars that was at the center of his backyard "The-Cool-Room" as he liked was a "play-house" her parents had created for him for his fourth birthday, he enjoyed his time with his friends, The only problem was his mother she was against it, The main problem being that it wasn't a "play-house" It was an actual 2-story house built behind the house, filled with games of all kinds, be it trucks, video-games, in-door hockey, a basket-ball court, bouncing-castle and etc. It was just a never ending home of games.
Trunks who was currently hanging upside down the two bars looked at his mother's pissed face and back-flipped off landing on his two feet; His lavender hair was slightly tussled leaving some to rest around his forehead and stick to the nape of his neck, he sure did work up a sweat. His once tucked in shirt came free from his straightened suit pants, his loosened hanging to one side and above all. He had the audacity to wear a stupid grin on his face.
"Trunks!" she said once again "I've told you this countless times that when it is time for us to go to my work place for you to stop getting yourself messy!" she said bending down to adjust his tie and pants. "Yeah, yeah! I know mom but you've got to admit it, me back-flipping off the monkey-bars was totally awesome!" He said narrowing his eyes a bit to prove his point and crossed his hand over his chest. She smiled, and that completely melted the smug mood he was feeling that SMILE was ALWAYS a bad thing!
"Trunks, I told you before, I've warned you a countless amount of time, time and time again. I'm sorry Trunks but you aren't allowed to go into "The-Cool-Room" for a WHOLE week." She said patting his cheek and then standing to dust off the imaginary dirt, that might have collected on her clothing, When she was finished she pushed back his hair a bit, only to have his fringes come falling back over his eyes.
His eyes were wide and he was frozen in shock. "B-but Mom this is the last time I swear I won't do it again I promise, NO! I swear, NO! I pinkie promise, swear please…" He whined, eyes glassed over with un-shed tears. She sighed and gave in as always "Okay Trunks this one time…" she started and he immediately began jumping for joy. "But on one-condition..." He paused in his mid-jump in air and looked at her sideways. "You have to be on your best behavior at my work, Act the most, civil, and smart gentle-man I know you can be! You got it?" She asked.
He nodded whole-heartedly and looked at his mother with a huge smile "This'll be a breeze; I mean there isn't anyone as suave, or good-looking as me. Those brats with their snot filled nose will be left to eat my dust." He bragged arrogantly. It surprised Bulma all the time how he was much like his father, and at that thought bad memories re-surfaced and she shook her head to rid herself of those thoughts those un-wanted painful memories.
"Now, now Trunks let's get going we don't want any other employee children think that they are any better than the owners son?" She questioned. Trunks shook his head "NO! No one will ever be above us Briefs!" He yelled pointer finger pointing to the air. "Okay Trunks now I know you definitely had a bag of Gummy Worms and Sour Patch Kids this morning!" she said. His eyes widened "Oh would you look at the time." He said looking at his wrist, grabbing a hold of his mothers wrist he led her out the backyard and towards the Front door of the house and to her 2013 Chrysler 200S Limited.
When the car pulled into the many parking places located in the parking lot both Trunks and Bulma got out simultaneously and looked at each other in the eye cerulean meeting cerulean with a determined expression. "Are you ready mother?" he asked walking over and took her hand in his. Bulma nodded "Yes Trunks!" she said with a concentrated look and at that moment another pulled into the parking lot almost running over Trunks in the process Bulma gasped and ran as fast as she could shielding her body with his, The car jerked to a halt Bulma noticed it looked exactly like hers.
She was angry she wanted to know who the hell this driver was, and why the hell did they try to kill her baby, she marched to the car and started to the head lights "You stupid fucker, watch where the fuck you're going next time! You nearly killed my baby! You stupid ASS!" she yelled continuously pounding on the glass and kicking it all the while still wearing heels.
The door opened and the first thing heard was a deep growl, "You! BITCH what the fuck! Are you doing to my car!" the deep voice yelled.
Bulma's eyes narrowed what did he just call ME! That's when Trunks decided to step in. "And who the hell are you calling a Bitch, You Fuck Tard! Don't ever talk of my Mother in that manner!" He growled out his cerulean eyes set a blaze looking at the flame shaped hair guy look at him with a menacing glare. "So Ōjothis is what you've been teaching the child this whole time?" The voice said. Bulma's eyes widened only he called her that name! She looked up into his eyes Ceruleans and Deep Obsidian orbs crashed many emotions ran through that one look; Love, Hate, Betrayal, Lust, & Love. But that glare ended when he spoke "It's a good thing I didn't take part in his life then, I wouldn't have wanted a delinquent son!" He said turning his nose up at Trunks, but actually admiring. It happened so quickly that even he THE GREAT VEGETA didn't have time to react when her small dainty fingers came across his cheek.
SLAP!
She looked into his eyes her glazed a bit but no tears falling, his glare was that of a shocked one and with a red hand mark left as a print. He grabbed her hand off his face and grasped it tightly all the while not breaking contact…
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