A/N: Dark Fate beta-read this chapter. Thanks!!!

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Chapter 7: A Chibi Spar - Part 1

Trunks cranked his eyes open with a groan. Rats. It was a weekday and that meant school. His mood improved when he remembered the events that transpired the day before, and the promise of a good spar later in the afternoon. He leapt out of bed happily.

Opening the door to the spare bedroom quietly, he looked at the pile of limbs and tails. For a moment, he felt wistful. Though Goten was his best friend, Goten still had to go home every night. Sometimes, the black-haired demi-Saiyan stayed the night, but sleepovers were not common. Sometimes, he wished he could stay with Goten all the time. He wondered enviously what it was like to have a sibling.

Pushing those thoughts out of his head, a wicked smirk broke over his face. With a loud yell, he jumped on top of the heap of chibis. Pandemonium reigned as the three were rudely awakened.

Gohan panicked and powered up to Super Saiyan with a yell, thinking that he was being attacked. Sometimes, Vejita or Piccolo would spring such surprises on him, claiming that a warrior is always ready and alert. He jumped out of bed and landed in a crouch, his hands snapping up defensively. Unfortunately, his leg got caught on a blanket and he yanked Koch onto the floor.

Koch gave a shrill cry as his head hit the floor. He grabbed the side of his head and started wailing. Immediately, Trunks clamped a hand over his open mouth, hissing. "Quiet! Do you want our parents to walk in?"

Radin shot out a hand and fired a ki ball in the general direction of the others, his eyes still closed with a frown. "Shut up!" Without waiting for a reply, he rolled over and curled back into the remaining blanket.

Gohan yelped and quickly caught the ki ball, extinguishing it.

Trunks sweatdropped. It was like seeing his father as a kid.

Koch sniveled a bit more and wiped his nose on his blanket.

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Finally, all the kids managed to make their way down to the kitchen for breakfast. Gohan was glaring at Trunks, who was snickering. Koch forgot all about the bump on his head as he thought about breakfast. Radin had his tail wrapped around his twin's waist, his eyes barely open as he stumbled beside his twin with a frown.

Bulma and Mrs Briefs were already in the kitchen, and the older woman was cooking up a storm. The four salivated at the wonderful aromas and rapidly made short work of the pile of food already on the table.

Bulma was dressed for work already and about to leave, when she remembered something. "Oh Trunks, why don't you bring Gohan to school with you today? He is in the same standard as you right? He might end up missing too many days at school otherwise."

Trunks grinned at Gohan. "Ok! I can say you're Goten's cousin!"

Gohan thought to protest, then changed his mind. Trunks and Goten will be there after all. This should be fun.

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The twins waited eagerly for the older boys to get home from school. They had spent the morning exploring the sprawling CC compound and were now bored. Their mom was sparring with Vegeta, and their dad was in the medical room with Bulma. They also discovered that some things were the same whether they were here or back home. Mrs Briefs still made wonderful cookies, and Mr Briefs' black cat was still fun to tease.

Their faces lit up as they felt the three older boys' ki approach the CC, and ran out to greet them.

"Gohan! How was school?" Koch asked his older brother excitedly. The twins will be starting school the next year.

Gohan ruffled his brother's hair affectionately. "The building is the same as the one back home. I even recognize many of the teachers, though they look older now."

"Are we going to spar, huh?"

Gohan nodded absently, his attention already caught by the lunch Mrs Briefs prepared on the table.

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A crackle was his only warning before a high-pitched and loud female voice yelled. "Vegeta!!"

"Nani?!" Vegeta winced and scowled, angry that his workout was interrupted again. He continued his push-ups, not even bothering to turn around to face the screen.

Bulma frowned angrily as she stood outside the Gravity Room, tapping her foot in irritation. What a rude prick. "Turn around and face me!"

"Why? I can hear you well enough. Unfortunately." Vegeta replied coldly.

"Jerk!" Bulma seethed.

"State your business and leave me alone, woman!"

Bulma ground her teeth but reined in her temper. "Trunks' school is organizing this day trip to the beach next week, and I want you to take Trunks."

"No."

"NANI?! It's just a few hours! What kind of father are you? All I'm asking for is you to take your OWN son to the beach!"

Vegeta stood up and faced the screen, his hard obsidian eyes boring into hers. Her tirade faltered at his icy expression. "Firstly, you are NOT asking, you are demanding. And nobody orders me around. Secondly, just because I refuse to participate in these ridiculous Ningen activities does not make me any less a father."

Before she could retort, he reached over and flicked the communication screen off.

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Vegeta finished the rest of his workout in peace, which turned out to be an extra-good one as he worked out his frustrations and anger. Toweling himself down, he made his way to the kitchen for lunch. As he chewed his food absently, he looked out at the back yard where Trunks, Goten and Gohan were sparring. Their sparring caught his curiosity, and he finished his food quickly.

Silently, he moved to stand beside the chibi twins under the shade of a large tree to observe the fight.

Gohan was currently sparring with Trunks, and at first glance, it appeared that the two were evenly matched. However, Vegeta could tell that Gohan had the edge; he realized sourly that Kakarott's first brat would eventually beat his brat. Trunks had the power, but he did not have Gohan's battle experience. Gohan had been in life-and-death fights since he was four. Trunks was more complacent and let his guard down more often. He made a mental note to himself to step up Trunks' training, maybe enter him in some tournaments. He had wanted to bring the brat out for wilderness training, but the blue-haired onna had kicked up a huge fuss over it. Somehow, she got this idea that he would leave their brat out there to be eaten by wild animals. Vegeta snorted. As if any wild animal out there could be a match for a Saiyan child, even a demi-Saiyan one.

When Gohan landed a particularly good hit on Trunks, sending him sprawling to the ground, he called out for a short break. Floating down to the ground, he helped his opponent up graciously. Trunks scowled but took the offered hand anyway. His pride was as big as his father's, and currently it was feeling a bit battered.

The three boys flopped down on the grass under the shady tree, drinking thirstily from the bottles of cold water they had left on the table there. Koch bounced up and down excitedly. "So can we spar with you guys next?"

Trunks sniffed, somehow managing to look down on the chibi even though he was lying on the grass. "Uh. I don't think you're our standard."

Goten smiled apologetically. "Yeah, you might get hurt."

"Gohan!" Radin turned towards his older brother. "We spar with you all the time!"

Gohan rubbed the back of his head apologetically. "Maybe later. We haven't a chance to spar at Super Saiyan level yet, and I really want to try."

"Yeah!" Trunks grinned. "That should be fun!"

The three boys whooped and scrambled off the grass, leaving the twins behind as they went back to their spar.

Koch was about to cry. His lower lip trembled as he watched the older boys run off. That's not fair! Gohan spars with us all the time back home!

Radin crossed his arms in anger, his expression stormy as his tail lashed dangerously behind him. His ki rose unconsciously.

Vegeta looked at the twins, noting Radin's rise in ki with a raised eyebrow. With a smirk, he realized that his brat and Kakarott's second brat had underestimated the twins.

"Come with me, brats." Vegeta turned towards the house.

Koch looked at Radin in surprise and Radin shrugged. The two chibis hurried after the ouji.

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A/N: So what does Vegeta have in mind?? *grin*