Cell Phone
"So, those are reasons why is necessary for me to have a cell phone." The ten year old demi Saiyan finished the conclusion of his 'speech' that he gave to his parents to persuade them to let him have a cell phone. This was not the first time he asked for one, but he was confident that this would be the last. It has to be the last one, he worked so hard during this last week to make this presentation that included a slide show, charts, statistics, graphics, and a video of testimonies of his school friends.
"Are you done?" asked Vegeta, his arms were folded close to his chest, and his feet resting on the coffee table. He and Bulma were sitting on the leather sofa in the living room, they were obligated to stay there for the last hour.
Trunks just nodded, he sensed that his father was more or less annoyed. This didn't shake his confidence away. "This was a total waste of my time." Trunks gulped. "You perfectly know that I dislike those devices."
The lavender haired boy bit his tongue, to prevent speak out with attitude to his father what was on his mind: 'The mobile is for me, not for you. Whatever you like them, or not, is irrelevant.' He shifted his eyes to his mother. But he didn't get what he wanted there.
"Sorry, Hon." Said Bulma while rubbing her belly, she was twenty six weeks pregnant, "I still think you are too young to have a cell. You'll have to wait to start middle school for that."
"But mom, a cell phone is really essential these days..." the young boy started to defend his position, but was soon cut off by his father.
"There is not need to repeat those ridiculous reasons."
"They're not ridiculous." He said showing a little the fact that it hurt him, he put a lot of effort on his plan. Vegeta just humped.
"What your father is trying to say is that most of those reasons do not apply to you. One of the reasons that you listed was for safety, and on the video your classmate used as an example how a girl hid in a closet and dialed 911 from her cell phone, when intruders were in her house, and that saved her life. If you were left alone at home, you would beat any intruders."
Trunks was not giving up that easy, "What about if there is an evil creature like Buu and I can't beat it up?"
"I spend a whole week teaching you a ki code to alert me if that happens."
Trunks cursed himself for not realizing that security was not a good reason. Then, he came up with something that he should list in his speech, "What about school? What if I need to ask someone about homework?"
Bulma looked at him in disbelief, "Since when do you need help with school work? Your intellect is at the same level than a middle school."
"What about if I get sick and I need someone for letting me borrow notes ah?"
"Your teacher always sends them by email when that happens, besides, you can perfectly use the house phone for that."
Trunks got enough, and dropped the politeness and the good kid pose out of the windows, everything he said was refuted. "Why can't I have one?" he yelled "There no reason for me not to have one, and me being young is not valid, mom you even said that I'm at the same level of a middle school kid. That makes me mature enough to know what should I do and do not do with a cell phone."
Vegeta also lost his patience, he could have been training or empty out the kitchen right now, but instead he was listening the prince of tantrums throwing a fit. "You want reasons why not? I will give you reasons. One, the fact that your academy level is superior than those brats that you go to school with, doesn't make you less childish than them. Two, I saw how people become idiots and dependent on those artifacts, it will distract you on your training. Three, you don't want that thing because is a necessity, but because you just want it, and that leads to the last reason. I will not feed up you spoilness."
The Saiyan got up from the sofa and marched towards the G.R, no waiting nor caring for the young boy reply. Bulma pick herself up, one hand on her back and the other on her stomach. When she found her balance, walked toward her son, and placed a hand on his shoulder. She did notice that the kid was about to explode in anger, but she spoke anyways, knowing that this would inflate the ire, "I agree with your father, you'll have to wait a little more than a year." And with that said, she went to the kitchen, she was craving strawberry ice cream.
Trunks was left alone in the living room, panting heavily his anger. If the cool kids at school have one. Then why he, Trunks Briefs, one of the coolest and richest kid in the fifth grade, didn't have one? He needed one, he wanted one, and he would get one.
A couple of days passed, Bulma was in the kitchen, she just finished icing a cake. She was beyond happy, the cake didn't just smell great but it looked like it was taken out of a dessert magazine, she giggled proudly while she put the cake in the fridge. No was time to clean up the mess. The bluenet looked at icing bowl and knew that there was a kid that would love to lick it clean. After screaming out his name a few times, she got no respond. Maybe he was in his room playing video games and her voice could get lost within the loud tv noises. She decided to go up and tell him in person.
Vegeta's face met the cold floor of the gravity room, when Bulma set the gravity level back to normal from the panel outside of say chamber. "Woman, you better have a good reason for doing such thing." Vegeta growled as he picks himself up from the floor. As soon as he was in his feet, his wife captured him with a tight hug. "What's the matter with you?"
"I can't find Trunks anywhere, I looked all over the place, twice."
The prince of all Sayan rolled his eyes, "Is that all?" Of course for him this would not be a thing to worry about, do with the fact that he has a skill that the bright scientist didn't have. He could locate the kid in a second by just sensing his ki. However, he could not sense him at all. He frowned in annoyance, "The brat is hiding his ki."
Less than a hour passed, the couple was in the kitchen. The husband was sitting at the table, the wife walking up and down. "Where could he be? I called Chi Chi and she said he is no there. Is not like he has that any other friend that he likes to hang out with."
"Bulma, stop walking like a lunatic, I already told you, he haven't ate anything for hours, he will be back soon."
No more than ten minutes, Trunks walked to the kitchen, wearing an innocent smile, which his parents knew it was a devilish grin. You don't have to be a genius to know that the young boy was up to something, and something bad.
"Where the heck did you go?" Yelled Bulma.
Trunks opened the fridge, and grab a pudding cup, and simply replied, "What do you mean where did I go? I was home the whole time." Then he sat down on the table, across his father.
"Why did you hide your ki? ah? Do you know how worried I was?"
"Well, you see," he looked at his dad in the eyes."Papa told me that there's times that I can't control my ki properly, so I was practicing. Keeping my ki low helps a lot." he said as he licked the pudding's foil.
"Don't give that crap, you did it on purpose. Don't do that ever again, you hear me?" Bulma yelled at the top of her lungs.
"No, I didn't do it on purpose. Whatever, if I didn't hide my ki, and dad wasn't around, you would be able to find me anyways." Trunks got up from his seat, pass by his father, and toss the empty snack cup away. Then, made his way out of the kitchen.
"Where are you going? We are not done talking."
"I don't get why you're yelling at me, I didn't do anything wrong. If you excuse me, I have homework to do." Trunks walked away.
"Trunks Briefs, come back here, right now."
"Let him go." Said Vegeta. He was wearing a well known smirk. "I think we should give him what he wants."
"Are you crazy? It's more than obvious what Trunks did was to get a cell phone."
"I know, and that's why he is going to get one."
The next day after breakfast, Bulma, Vegeta and Trunks were getting ready to go to their usual routine, Vegeta to train, Bulma to the office and Trunks to school.
"Trunks, after what happened yesterday, your father and I thought about it, and we think you're right, we need a method of communication between us. So, there you go." Bulma gave her son a blue gift bag.
Trunks face lighted up, his hard efforts finally paid off, he was going to have what he wanted, he mentally smirked, 'I'm a genius, I can't believe I fooled them.' he thought. However, little he knew that his parents had in mind, he found out soon enough when he opened the white box and saw what was inside. His eyes started to twitch.
"What is this thing?"
"That is a cell phone." Vegeta answer before sipping his coffee.
"No, this is not a cell phone, this is a joke." He said as he waved the device angrily. Why he was angry? because, that was not what he expected. Indeed was a cell phone, but it's not like the ones his classmates had.
This looked like more like a toy for a toddler, maybe because it was designed for that. It was bigger, than a normal one, the cover was thick, and looked like it was made from the same plastic that a baby toy was made of. It was blue, he liked blue, but he did not like the dinosaur with polka dots that was drawn on the back of it.
"Of course it is," Bulma said. "This is a special line that the cell phone company and Capsule Corp. worked together. Is designed for kids between five to twelve, so parents like myself could have a piece of mind when we're not close to our children. The best part of it is that, is completely safe. It only can take and make calls from numbers registered by the parents. The apps that can be downloaded are also coded by parents. And it's basically indestructible, and knowing how strong you are, I made a special cover for you."
"I won't carry that thing around."
"Oh, yes you are going to carry it everywhere you go, including home. I can't allow myself to suffer again the agony that I went through yesterday." Bulma dramatized, "And you will call me right after school, and as soon as you get home."
"You wanted a cell phone there you have it." Vegeta said emotionless.
"That's not what I wanted, I won't take that thing to school."
"You will, and do not attempt to pull the I forgot excuse, because if the phone with you 24/7, there would be..."
Bumla was cut off by the pissed child, "'Consequences?' That's what you were going to say? What's the worst you could do? No tv for a month? no big deal. Dad's going to make me train more than usual? Bring it on, I like training with him. Spanking? I got it worse than that. I can deal with anything you throw at me." He finished with confidence.
"Anything? Are you sure? We will see." Said Vegeta even more confident than Trunks, "If you do not carry that device with you, even for an instant or you fail to inform your mother, your whereabouts, you will not receive any allowance until you start high school, and that includes school lunch money."
Trunks was destined to someday be the head of the family business, Bulma thought that, teaching the child the importance of how to expend money wisely was essential. Meaning that half of what he possessed was bought out of his own money, the one he saved. Now Trunks confidence started to fade, even if his mother was the richest woman in the world, he could not survive without his allowance, specially when he just expended all his saving just last week on the new limited edition console.
"Lunch money? What I'm supposed to eat?"
"My mom would be more than happy to prepare your lunch every day, she'll put all her love all over it."
This was getting worse by the minute. His grandma lunch box included weenie with the shape of octopus, panda shape rice balls, the hard boiled eggs looked like little chicks and bunny shapes sandwiches, just to mention a glint of her imagination. Their cards showed a straight flush.
"Is there any more rules that I should know?"
"No, that's it." Bulma replied.
"So, as long as I carry that thing 24/7, call you as soon as I get out of school and as soon as I get home, you won't take my allowance away? That's the deal?"
"Yup, that's the deal kiddo."
"No more nor less?"
"No more nor less." Confirmed the bright scientist.
"You won."
Trunks smirked, and narrowed his eyes in a mischievous and devilish manner, which take Vegeta and Bulma by surprise. Why he was acting as if he won? They had the upper hand, or that what the couple thought. Trunks open his capsule case out of his pocket and grabbed the first kit aid capsule. He emptied out the rectangular white box and placed the toy like phone inside of it, and capsuled again.
"I'll carry the phone with me at all times." He patted his pocket, where the capsule case was, "When school is over I'll ask Shinji to let me use his phone, and when I get home I'll call you from the house phone."
Both adults were shocked, they got played, they lost in their own game. Their son won fair and square. They didn't specified from which phone he had to make the call. And Indeed, he was going to carry the phone, again they didn't tell him he couldn't capsule it. They got outsmarted by a ten year old.
"Well, if I don't get going I'm going to be late, 'call' you later." And with that said, Trunks ran out and took off ro school. Leaving his parent hurt were hurt the most, their pride.
A/N: Once again, thank you for the review, views, fave. and fallows.