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Training

"There you go, Honey." Bulma handed the bowl of ice cream over to Trunks and sat next to him on the couch.

"Thanks mum!" her son took the bowl, not taking an eye off the TV screen. Bulma took her tablet and looked through the latest sales figures of the spaceship, she had finally brought out this year. She was more than satisfied. Without Vegeta's plans it would have taken her at least another two years. She heard someone walking past in the hallway and turned around, "Done with your training for today, Vegeta?"

Bulma only got a grumble for an answer, but Vegeta had stopped and was leaning against the door case. He never spent much time with Bulma and their son, which was hard on Trunks, since he admired his father like some god.

"Come and sit with us, will you?"

"Woman, I'm not interested..." Trunks leaned over the backrest of the sofa, "Dad, we have ice cream! Please?"

Bulma gave Vegeta a look that he knew meant, that she'd make his life hell later on if he didn't sit with them. He exhaled, not hiding his exasperation. He wasn't in the mood for an enraged woman screaming at him,"Fine."

Trunks moved along the seat and Vegeta sat down between his son and Bulma. "I'll get you ice cream!" Trunks jumped of the couch and disappeared in the kitchen.

Bulma put her tablet down, "He even abandons his favorite TV-show for you! Can't you at least try to..."

Vegeta wasn't listening; he had different things in mind. He pushed Bulma against the sofa with his heavy body, slipping his hands under her flimsy top. "Vegeta! Trunks..."

"Is still in the kitchen." She tried in vain to push him of her, but he only smirked about her weak efforts. He forced his tongue in her mouth, making Bulma's blood boil and the Saiyan smirked about the effect he had on her, "My room. Tonight.", he orderd his rough lips against hers, his hot breath tickling her. Vegeta got a good feel up, before he let up, leaving Bulma breathless.

Trunks rushed back in the living room holding a pot, rather than a bowl, of ice cream in his hands. Bulma quickly got her clothes back in order and calmed her breathing.

"There was no vanilla left, so I got you all the chocolate!" he put the bowl on the coffee table. Probably a tad to excited, cause he smashed not only the bowl, but cracked the glass tabletop. Chocolate dripped on the white carpet.

"Trunks!" Bulma yelled out. The boy looked in shock, at the mess he had caused, "I'm sorry, I didn't do in on purpose! I swear!"

Bulma picked up the shards, "It was just yesterday that you ripped the car door out!" The boy drooped, "I can't help it mum."

"SON!" Trunks cringed over his father's harsh voice that suddenly cut through the room. The boy met Vegeta's serious gaze, afraid what his father was going to do. Bulma looked nervously at Vegeta. He wasn't going to punish Trunks, was he? Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest, "I expect you to be in the Gravity Room by day break tomorrow. We will train."

"WHAT!?" Bulma and Trunks cried out. "Wow, you mean it, Dad?!" Trunks smiled, his eyes wide with excitement.

Vegeta frowned, "Do I look like I'm joking?"

Bulma sighed, "Day break? Vegeta, the boy is 3 1/2 years old..."

"Mum!" Trunks said in a panicked voice, "I don't mind! Really!"

Vegeta chuckled and Bulma gave him disapproving glance, but of course he didn't care. "Seems like you've got a big day tomorrow, Trunks. Come on go and get ready for bed, I'll be upstairs in a bit."

"But Mom!" Trunks was disappointed, "Can't I stay with you and dad a little longer?"

"I need to talk with your Dad. So do as I say." when he didn't move, Bulma's tone got firm, "Now!"

Trunks frowned, just like his father, but did as he was told. He stomped upstairs making as much noise as possible. Once he was gone and Bulma was sure he was out of hearing range she turned to Vegeta. The Saiyan returned her gaze unaffected, "What is it this time Bulma?"

"Don't you think he's too young to train with you? "

"No."

Bulma waited for more, but the prince leaned back, took Trunks' deserted ice cream bowl and started eating, "You can't just decide a thing like that, without talking to me first."

"Really? I think I just did." He just knew how to push her buttons. Anger rushed through her, "I won't allow it!"

Vegeta pointed the spoon at her, "Don't interfere with this! When I was his age..."

"I don't care what you did at his age, Vegeta! Do you really expect me to trust the parenting style of a culture that sent babies into space? I am not going to go by what bunch of lunatic Saiyans considered good parenting." Vegeta ignored her insult and stayed calm. He wouldn't let Bulma provoke him. "He has to learn to control his strength, otherwise, he is going to demolish the entire house!"

Bulma knew, that he was right. But she'd always avoided the topic, and Vegeta didn't even know about half the things Trunks had broken. Trunks was her baby! She had to protect him didn't she? Bulma poked Vegeta on his chest, "If I see any bruises, or if he gets hurt..."

"Stop acting like I'm going to break him, it's ridiculous!" Vegeta pushed her hand off, "I will train my son, as I please."

Bulma couldn't believe it. She snatched the bowl out of his hands, which made Vegeta growl, "Your Son! YOUR Son! SO! All of a sudden he's your son. Have I missed something?!" It was the first time that Vegeta had referred to Trunks as "his son", but she was to pissed to give him any credit for it.

"Oh shut up!", Vegeta got up and headed towards the door, "I will train the brat on regular basis from now on! End of discussion!"

Bulma was really mad now. She got up in Vegeta's face. "You listen to me you Pompous Ass! That is my baby, I carried him, I gave birth to him, and if you or anyone else hurts him I will stop at nothing..."

Vegeta couldn't help but find Bulma's tenacity and protectiveness attractive, but he couldn't let this go, "Do you really think that I would let something happen to him?"

Bulma felt the heat leave her argument; her shoulders relaxed and she couldn't look him in the eye anymore. She realized that she would have to trust Vegeta. He smirked, knowing that he had won, "I thought so..."

Before he left however Vegeta stopped, "I'm still expecting you tonight." he grinned devilishly, "Better not forget. You should remember, what I do to disobedient little girls, Bulma?" Vegeta's words infuriated her, but hot blood rushed in her cheeks making her blush deep red.

"JERK!" was the only thing she could bring out, but Vegeta only laughed as he walked up the stairs.

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Bulma tucked Trunks in with his blanket. He snuggled down, holding his stuffed monkey, but his look was stern, "Mom, did you and Dad fight again?" he asked quietly. Bulma brushed her hand through his hair, "You know your Dad and I have our arguments. Don't you worry! It's something we need, I guess." Trunk looked confused, "But why? That doesn't make any sense!" Bulma laughed, "Don't worry about it, Trunks! Everything is fine between your Dad and me, okay."

That seemed to ease Trunks, "I can't believe that Dad is gonna let me train with him!" his eyes sparked in excitement, "It's just gonna be me and him!" Bulma looked at Trunks. Maybe it will bring the two of them closer together. She hadn't even thought about that yet. She knew how much Trunks longed for his father's approval. Vegeta cared about Trunks, even though he hardly showed it. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all, if Vegeta trained him. Finally they would have common ground and Trunks had the chance to prove himself. Suddenly Bulma felt guilty, for trying to prevent this. How could she have been so objective?! "I will wake you up tomorrow. You don't want to be late on your first day of training!"

Trunks gave his mother a long hug and yawned. "Okay kiddo, give me a kiss. It's sleepy time!"

Bulma shut the door to Trunks' room quietly. She looked down the hallway. Vegeta's room was at the very end. He had left the door ajar and a small stripe of light illuminated the floor. If Vegeta thought he could have her whenever and wherever it fitted him, he was wrong! Bulma had her pride, too. She went to her bedroom, knowing all too well that Vegeta wouldn't tolerate this act of disobidience...

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Trunks gaze wandered around the GR, "Wow, that is sooo cool, Dad!" he went to the control panel, "Is that the thing that's makes the air heavy?!" Vegeta crossed his arms, "It raises the gravity, but yes."

"Are we going to use it?"

"First things first, kid, you're hardly ready for that... yet."

Vegeta couldn't deny, that he was curious about his son's powers. He hadn't paid that much attention to it, but what he had seen yesterday had made clear that it was time. Trunks inspected the training bots, running around in excitement.

"That's enough! Come over here!" Trunks obeyed immediately, he walked over to his father, looking up to him in anticipation, "What do you want me to do?" Vegeta raised his hands up, over his head, exposing his stomach, "Punch me!"

Trunks eyes widened, "Are you sure, Dad? I don't wanna hurt you." Vegeta chuckled, "Don't make me laugh, boy!", but his voice was serious when he added, "I expect you to carry out my instructions without questioning, understand?" Trunks fixed his blue eyes on his father's onyx ones, "Yes." he bent his knees and formed a fist. Before Trunks could strike out however, Vegeta interrupted, "If you punch like that you will end up with a broken thumb and I'll have to endure your mother's bitching for the next month!"

Trunks cocked his head, "What did I do wrong?"

"If you form a fist, you've got to place your thumb on the outside, underneath your knuckles, otherwise the force of the blow will break your bone." Trunks listened carefully and adjusted his fingers, "Like that?" Vegeta nodded, "Go ahead, and don't hold back!"

Trunks hauled off and placed a couple of blows on Vegeta's stomach. They didn't hurt, but the force was considerable. the boy had strength, more than he had expected. His facial expression, however, remained plain, "We have got to work on that."

Trunks eyes turned serious, "I'm ready when you are!" Vegeta turned his back so Trunks couldn't see his smirk, "You don't know what you're getting yourself into, Son.", he turned one of the training bots on. "I want to see 1000 push up's!"

Trunks stood there crinkling his shirt, "Uhm, Dad?"

"What is it, why haven't you started yet?"

"I can only count to 34..." Vegeta exhaled in annoyance. The boy had a genius mother, but she wasn't even capable of teaching him how to count. Vegeta pressed a couple of buttons and a blue shiny 1000 got displayed on the wall, "There. I suppose you know what zero looks like...good. Now start."

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It was around noon when Vegeta left the GR and made his way to Trunk's room. He had Trunks by the back of his shirt with one hand and carried him by his side. The boy had passed out. Vegeta had pushed him, but not in a way Trunks couldn't handle. The boy had been so eager to impress him, that he'd taken himself over the edge.

Vegeta opened the door, but before he could enter a loud shriek echoed through the corridor. The vein on his temple twitched.

Fucking great...

"TRUNKS!" Bulma ran up to them and snatched him out of Vegeta's not quite gentle hold.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BABY?" Vegeta flinched, about that high-pitched sound, which made his ears hurt, "Nothing."

"This is what you call nothing?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" she kissed her son's sweaty forehead and put him in his bed, before she turned to the Saiyan, her blue eyes narrowed.

"Woman, stop your bitching right this instant! The brat is half Saiyan for fucks sake. He'll wake up soon!"

"Trunks only wants your attention and you..."

"The brat did this to himself! He wouldn't stop!" Bulma had been afraid that something like that would happen. "You're the parent, Vegeta! You are supposed to stop him."

She should have never allowed this. She was about to shoot back again when she saw Vegeta's face, "He has the spirit of a true Saiyan."

Bulma was completely taken aback by that statement. Vegeta headed to the door, "Don't you dare tell him that, Bulma!"

As always I thank foxyrules for her time and effort! I got like soo many ideas for new chapters. I can't wait to write them down! :) Soo stay tuned for the next episode of DARGONBALL Z :D :D

NOTE: Wanna know what Vegeta did to Bulma that night?! Read chapter 15 ;)