The two Saiyan males had their fill for breakfast and then went their seperate ways for the day. Vegeta went into the gravity room for a work out and Trunks vegetated on the couch in front of the TV, and Macho was chomping gleefully on some puppy kibble in a bowl.
Trunks surfed through channels and found nothing interesting. He got off the couch and stretched and the puppy bounded to him. He reached down and petted Macho on the back and went to his father's gravity room and knocked on the door.
Vegeta appeared in front of him and his son said to him, "I'm going over to Goten's."
"Funny, I thought you were coming in here because you finally got rid of that slack attitude of yours and wanted to train." Vegeta replied harshly and went to close the door but Trunks held it open.
"Sorry, but hey at least Macho can keep you company." Trunks suggested, letting the puppy run in to see Vegeta.
"Who?" Vegeta asked and the he looked down at Macho who sat at his feet, tongue hanging and tail wagging. "No, take him with you."
"I can't just take a dog over there. He's not going to hurt anything, just put down a training pad and he'll be fine." Trunks waved and he was gone before Vegeta could object.
Vegeta went into the kitchen and came back with a potty training pad for Macho. He laid it out in the far corner of the gravity room and returned to where he was doing stomach crunches on the floor.
Right when Vegeta was lying on his back, the puppy immediately charged for him and attacked his face with lots of tongue. "Gahh. You just licked yourself." Vegeta wiped his face with his hands while Macho paraded around him and barked playfully. Vegeta lowered his eyes at the dog and said, "I hate you."
Meanwhile, at The Son Household.
"Yahhhh!" Shouted Goten, kicking Trunks in midair.
"Mmph." Trunks grunted, sheilding himself from the kick with his arm. He then grabbed the dark haired Saiyan's legs and slung him on the ground and laughed hardily as he levitated back to Goten's level on the ground.
"Uhh, the cold air makes it sting." Goten groaned on the ground.
"Boys! Lunch!" Chi Chi called out the door of the house.
Trunks stuck his hand out to Goten and helped him to his feet. Then Goten yanked on Trunks' wrist and sent him careening behind him into the dirt just as Goten had just done. Goten chuckled as Trunks spit dirt. "Mom, I think Trunks is full." He called back to his mother.
It was only Goku, Chi Chi, Goten, and Trunks at the table that afternoon, munching on ham, roast beef, roast chicken, and turkey sandwiches, mounds of potatoes salad, and nearly an entire vat of piping hot soup for that cold day. Chi Chi was the first to speak through out the whole meal, "So I heard you're Mom is doing something big in East City and left you guys with the new dog."
Trunks swallowed his mouthful of sandwich and washed it down with some soup before he answered, "Yeah, she ended up naming him Macho. He's cute but he gets on Dad's nerves."
"Hahaha," Goku chuckled, "That does sound like Vegeta alright. What doesn't sound too much like him is that he didn't throw a fit that Bulma was going with that young guy from Lab Corp."
"Why do you say that?" Trunks asked.
Chi Chi whacked her husband in the back of the head and made Goku clasp his skull in pain. "Goku!" She scolded him.
"Yikes. What I mean is that there's been plenty of articles about that guy having scandelous affairs. I'm in no way accusing Bulma of having an affair with another man, but I would think Vegeta had seen one and have stopped her from going. They make him out to be a real creep, but hey, what do reporters know? They still believe Hercule saved the world, right?" Goku explained before stuffing an oversized bite of potato salad into his mouth.
This made Trunks sit back and think for a minute, "By any chance Goku, do you still have any of those articles?"
Back at Capsule Corp. That Evening.
Vegeta finally picked up the last shread of the training pad that Macho tore up and was about to berak down and clean up his bathroom business that he chose to do at the far, opposite corner of the room when the telephone began ringing in the kitchen. Vegeta nearly sprinted to the phone, "Bulma?"
"Hey hon, how are you?" Bulma sighed into the phone.
Vegeta hmphed and replied, "That little runt is a pain in my ass. He didn't go on that pad I put down. Instead he ate half of it and the other half looked like confetti, not to mention the waste he left added a festive affect."
"That was the highlight of your day, huh? Maybe you should take him out for a walk, that seems to make dogs want to relieve themselves."
Vegeta thought for a moment about the idea, "It's cold outside, the dog will freeze. You know on second thought, where did you put his leash?"
"The same place I put his sweater."
Vegeta paused on the other end for a moment and he knit his eyebrows together, "You bought an animal a sweater? He had a sweater until you shaved it all off!" There was am opening and closing of the front door which indicated that Trunks was home. "I don't think I will ever understand you and your ways." He mumbled to the phone.
"Just slip the sweater on him and clip the leash to his collar and take him around the yard, he'll be fine. Is Trunks around?" Bulma asked.
"Trunks, your mother wants to talk to you." Vegeta called and in no time Trunks was at the phone.
"Thank you for being good," Bulma said to Vegeta before he passed the phone, "Talk to you later. Bye, love."
Vegeta sighed before handing the phone over to his son and walked back to the gravity room. On his way, he caught a glimpse of the living room which looked like a winter wonderland with all the cotton tossed about. His jaw dropped when he seen Macho wrestling with a stuffingless throw pillow out of many that were ripped to slivers around him.
Trunks came around the corner with some magazines in his hand, "Hey Dad I - -Whoah." Trunks stopped, sharing the same shocked expression his father wore.
"He was only left alone for a minute." Vegeta scanned the room, half angry and half impressed with the little dog's mighty work, "How could he have done all this?"
"I don't know but the best part of all this is that Mom has some cleaning bots in the closet so we don't have to touch it." Trunks set the magazine high enough to where Macho couldn't reach them and walked to the closet. He wheeled one of the powered down bots to the living room while Vegeta and the puppy watched him.
Macho cautiously approached the bot. He sniffed around it and the bot came to life. The puppy yelped when it started beeping and whirring and he darted to safety behind the couch and then peeped around the corner. The puppy growled when the robot began moving and picking up the mess on the floor. He got brave and confronted the contraption head on. The robot beeped loudly, alerting that there was something wrong.
The bot wheeled itself far away from the puppy and announced that it would be self destructing in ten seconds and the countdown began. Macho was still trying to maul the machine to pieces, even when Trunks called him away. He had no choice but to run and grab the puppy out of harms way. Neither Trunks or Vegeta knew how bad the self destruction would be but only had so much time left. They ducked and covered themselves and Macho. There was a few sparks and a terrible sounding BOOM, but neither the sparks or the sound compared to the newly expanded mess.
Trunks peeked at the remains of the the cleaning bot on the floor and chuckled, "Maybe we should just clean like everyone else does."
Vegeta got up and examined the destruction himself. "Why on Earth would she put in a self-destruct feature in a cleaning bot? How foolish can she be?"
Trunks got to work picking up the pieces of the robot, unsavable now, and dumped the scraps in the trash. Vegeta found the dog's leash, clipped it on, and tied the other end to the coffee table while he and his son picked up the stuffing and pillow shreads. The whole time Macho barked and pleaded to be let off the leash.
That evening, Trunks ordered pizzas for the two of them and they sat at the dinner table together, Macho still continuously begging to be freed.
As the two were enjoying their dinner, Trunks remembered the articles on Mr. Yama that he meant to show his father. He got up from the table, retrieved the borrowed magazines and brought them back to the table. "Hey Dad, have you read any of the articles on Mr. Yama?"
"The old one or the young one?" Vegeta asked through a full mouth.
"The young one. The one Mom's in East City with." Trunks flipped through some pages, searching for one of the pages he had a story on.
"Do you really thing I waste my time reading a pansy ass magazaine like InTouch or Cosmo?" Vegeta scowled at his son.
"You might want to read the Sexy Issue then." Trunks handed the magazine across the table, turned to the page where there was picture of Mr. Yama with a headline that read 'Nice Face, Bad Taste'.
Vegeta wiped his greasy fingertips on his pants and held the magazine up to his face. He scanned the columns and the more he read on the guy, the more sick he got to his stomach that he was out of town with his wife. "Where did you find out about this," Vegeta asked and then he thought for a second, "But don't tell me if you found just 'flipping through'." He said, viewing the cover which had a young looking starlet on it with words saying, "Sex He'll Never Forget" and "How to Guide to Choosing Heels for Any Occasion."
"No, I was over at Gotens and they said that they read some stuff on the guy. I think they may be a little concerned."
"Concerned or not, it's not of their business." Vegeta snapped.
"I don't think they're concerned that Mom will cheat or anything, they're just concerned that she's working with a certified womanizer and a horndog." Trunks explaned. He tossed more his way and said, "There's more."
"I think I've read enough and I think that you shouldn't worry about it. She'll be fine." Vegeta said flatly. He didn't want his son worrying about his mother. It's not something an eleven year old boy should be getting involved in, so he decided not to show how angry and concerned he, himself, was.
All through dinner and even well into the night, he thought about where she was and what she was doing and prayed for Mr. Yama's sake that he kept his hands to himself. It would be a shame for a man of Mr. Yama's father, in his age and condition, to have to burry his son.
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Author's Note: I hope this isn't turning out to be stupid. I want to promise you that the next chapter get's better but then again, I don't know how you guy's feel about it but because I feel like you guys might be disapoointe in this installment, I'm going to give you a little sneek peek into the next chapter.
In Chapter 3, little Macho still seems to be a nuissance to our favorite Saiyan prince. Piccolo pays him a visit briefly, and then we get to meet the infamous Mr. Yama! Let's see how Vegeta confronts Bulma about this guy and, wait, is Bulma really going out with him?