prompt - Why have one protector of the city when you can have four (and counting ...)
characters - Goku, Gohan, Vegeta, Goten, Trunks
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"So ... how do I look?"
"Great!"
"Stupid."
Goku's onyx orbs skirted towards his son, whom he shot a flabbergasted expression, one that clearly screamed "I told you so!"
Gohan shook his head just as he was adjusting his orange helmet. "Dad, don't listen to him. You look fine. Vegeta's just jealous."
Said Saiyan fixed the eldest Son with a sneer. "As if I'd be jealous of a clown and his spawn. You sure have your work cut out for you, eh, Kakarot? What kind of idiot takes orders from his children?"
Goku bowed his head in embarrassment, begrudgingly placing his deep blue helmet over his head as the antennae sticking out of its sides sounded off with a "boing", his wild, black fringe poking out in all sorts of directions like a porcupine. Vegeta smirked whilst he crossed his arms.
"Oh, that's right," Vegeta answered, a cruel smirk tickling the ends of his mouth. "The kind that holds absurd promises and has even less of a backbone than that of a slug. Congratulations, Kakarot; you have officially advanced from an ignorant brute to a complete moron."
Goku stuck his tongue out and, quite childishly, threw his royal blue cape over his shoulder. "Gohan's right," Goku said, ignoring the irritated glare he was receiving from the pointy-haired Saiyan. "Maybe you are jealous. Hey, do you think we could get Bulma to make him one, Gohan?"
Gohan chuckled as he placed his hands on his hips. "Oh, I'm sure."
"Maybe we should get her to make him one," Goku replied, tossing his rival a less-than-innocent grin.
Vegeta scoffed at the audacity of the two moronic Sons, his glare increasing ten fold as Goku grinned that infuriatingly annoying grin of his; it was taking everything in him not to allow his fist to collide into the brain dead Saiyan's jaw.
"What's taking Goten and Trunks so long?" Gohan questioned.
"We're right here!" Goten called, bounding up to his father's side, his yellow cape fluttering behind him as his white boots squeaked against the tile floors of Bulma's lab. Trunks lingered behind, his cheeks flamed red in embarrassment as his equally white boots sounded off throughout the lab, his lavender cape taunting him as it swished back and forth behind him.
"Whoa!" Goten exclaimed, curling his fists as his shining eyes looked Goku up and down. "You look cool, Dad!"
"Thanks, bud," Goku replied with a cheeky grin, patting the top of his son's red helmet. "That makes two of you."
Vegeta tossed his son a blank look, his arms still crossed over his chest. "I have every right to disown you right now."
"I wouldn't blame you," Trunks commented, dragging his lithe body towards the Sons.
