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I hope this chapter isn't as short as I think it might be!
"Explain right now!" Mom yells. "I don't have the patience to wait!"
"Um, mom? Can I maybe just talk to you alone for a minute?" I ask.
"No!" Dad answers for her. "You can tell all of us what in the hell is going on!"
I open my mouth to speak, but mom does first.
"No more lying Trunks! You've lied enough and we'll figure it out if you lie again!"
Shit did she read my mind or something?
Goten looks at me worried.
"Do you want to say anything first?" I ask him.
Goten shakes his head. I guess this means he's willing to give up too.
"Okay, fine. Basically everything has been a lie."
"Care to elaborate?" Mom says folding her arms over her chest.
"I finished my stupid driver's test, went to Goten's to get him out of homework with a made up assignment, left our stuff in the woods and went to the club, intentionally dropped your call, ignored all of the others, printed out those assignments in 10 seconds to get us out of trouble, and lied to you about all of it."
Mom and dad both look stunned. Goku looks like he lost me at "homework".
I feel my dad's ki spike, but before I can do anything about it, he's already backhanded me and knocked me off the couch and onto the floor.
Normally mom would've got after him for that, but I think I truly pissed her off this time.
I pick myself up off the floor and try to look my mom in the eye, but she's burning a hole in me!
"I'm sorry." I say, quickly putting my head down.
"I think we better get home Goten. Tell your mom there wasn't another assign…"
"Assignment, dad." Goten finishes for him.
"Yeah, assignment. Your mom was sure freaking out about you finishing in time."
"See you tomorrow Trunks?" Goten questions.
"Probably not. More like Monday. I don't think I'll be allowed out of the house tomorrow."
Goten nods and waves. I wave back and they quickly disappear via instant transmission.
"You really don't give it a rest, do you Trunks?" Dad yells in my face.
"I'm sorry!" I say back to him. I don't really know what else to say at the moment.
"You always have to be getting yourself into trouble! You freak your mom out and she comes to me and it all disrupts my training! I'm getting beyond tired of it and I'm really considering lashes right now if it will put a stop to this!"
I take a few steps back and gulp. Bra enters the living room.
"Please don't just be mad at Trunks!" She says, feeling sorry for me I'm sure since I got her out of trouble. But her revealing her secret will only make matters worse.
Dad said I was dead if I let Bra stay at that club.
"No Bra, it's fine, don't worry. I'm deserving what I'm getting!" I hope she gets the hint.
"Trunks, it's fine. I deserve it too. I was at the club for a while!" She confesses.
I'm seriously considering taking off while my parents process that statement.
It's too late for that course. Dad is right in front of me within the blink of an eye and holding back onto my shirt.
"You'd better hope she's lying!" Dad screams in my face.
"No dad, I'm not lying. I don't think Trunks should be in all of the trouble because I was misbehaving too."
"Bulma!" Dad says turning to my mother who looks like she's ready to pound both Bra and my own's head in.
"Dad wait!" I interrupt. Which is a mistake. He instantly shifts his grip from my shirt to my hair and yanks my head back.
"It is not wise to interrupt me right now brat!"
I gulp and avoid nodding my head so he doesn't pull my hair anymore than he already is.
"Woman please let me give the brat an overdue whipping! I'm sure you can make something that won't break when I use it on him!"
I'm almost visibly trembling. Please don't give in mother!
"Ugh Vegeta I can't just concoct such an instrument in 5 minutes!"
"And you call yourself a genius!"
"Listen Vegeta, just use a belt or something."
"What?" I yell. I really didn't think my mom would so quickly agree with my dad on that!
"It will break and you know it!" Dad argues.
"Aren't I too old for this?" I ask, still in my dad's grasp.
"You're never to old to be punished when you deserve it!" Dad yells, tightening his grip on my hair.
I notice Bra has escaped the room. Lucky brat!
"Trunks, what would help you to be better behaved?" Mom asks me.
"The threat of being whipped by dad! And I stress the word threat!" I start to panic.
"Here's the deal." Mom says, getting serious.
Dad lets go of my hair, finally. I nervously sit on the couch.
"I'm going to make your dad a nice, durable whip."
"Mom!"
"I'm not done yet. It won't be done right away. So for today, I guess your father will have to find another way to punish you. But once this whip is done, you remember good and well that he can use it on you when you get out of hand. If what you said is true and the threat of it is all you need, then I guess you'll be on good behaviour. If not, then maybe the whip it's self will help you out. Are we clear young man?"
"Yes mother." I say, nodding vigorously.
"Then it's the gravity room today!" Dad says, yanking me up. "Go change and meet me in five minutes. Don't keep me waiting!"
"Yes sir!" I yelp, quickly heading to my room.
Hope you like the new chappy! It might take me a little while to update after this… I've got a lot of school work right now that's holding me back!
