Chapter 28: Like father, like son

Bulma laughed very lightly and threw her head back on the pillow: Vegeta's lips kissed the newly exposed skin. She moaned and moved her head even further to give her husband more skin to touch with his soft mouth. She whimpered when his teeth brushed a bit harder than she expected on her earlobe, and she felt the Saiyan smirking on her sensitive skin. His hands ran over her body, causing her to shiver and arch her back, and Vegeta's lips were slowly, delightfully starting to make their way down to Bulma's inviting breast, when...

The door opened abruptly.

Bulma gasped, and covered herself with the blankets in the blink of an eye.

"Moooom, where's dad?"

Vegeta's head got out the blankets: he glared at his wife for a short while, then stared at his son with more intensity.

"Woah, what did I do?" the eight-year-old boy asked innocently.

Vegeta's dark eyes got harder. Would it have been anyone else than Trunks, and that included Bulma's stupid parents, the intruder would've been blasted to pieces by now.

No kidding.

"Didn't your mother tell you three hundred times already that you must not step in here without knocking first?" the prince snapped rather nastily.

Seriously, did she at least try to have any sort of authority over that child? He'd obviously had to take care of discipline by himself right now, even though it was not in his obligations as a father at all.

Well... from a Saiyan's perspective, of course.

"I knocked," the lavender-haired boy said.
"You did not!"
"Yes I did," he insisted.

Vegeta's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"No you didn't!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"YES!" he yelled, hands clenching into tight, frustrated fists.
"NO!"

Bulma sighed heavily.

"All right, all right, that's enough. What did you need, Trunks?"

Trunks glared at his father, then looked at his mother more kindly.

"Dad and I are supposed to be training right now."

Vegeta blinked several times. What the fuck? Three times out of four, he almost had to pull Trunks out of his bed so he would agree to get up and train. But, this very morning where he'd been hoping to spend some, erm - let's say quality time - with Bulma, he had to bump into the bedroom like that?! Ridiculous. That brat! I'm sure he did it on purpose for all these mornings I didn't let him sleep long enough!

"Right. Go in the capsule, I'll get there in a minute."

Trunks stared at him, and did not move. Vegeta sighed.

"What, again?!"
"You're never late for training, what were you doing?" he asked naively, scratching his head.

Vegeta's eyes widened and his cheeks turned to deep red. Brat!

"I - erm - we - sleeping. Of course."
"Sleeping?? But-"
"I'm in my bed, of course I was sleeping!"
"But-"
"JUST GET DOWN IN THE GODDAMN CAPSULE! NOW!" Vegeta shouted, losing his last fragment of patience.

Gasping at his father's outburst, Trunks disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Bulma chuckled.

"What's so funny?!" Vegeta asked, his cheeks still a bright shade of red.
"I'm in my bed, of course I was sleeping!" she said, imitating her husband's rough and irritated voice.
"Well, what was I supposed to say?"

He got on his feet and reached for his training clothes.

"I don't know, truth maybe?" she suggested.

Vegeta glared at her over his shoulder. She couldn't possibly be expecting that from him! Didn't she know her better than this?

"Me, explaining that to him? No fucking way. That one's on you."

The blue-haired woman rolled her eyes, and the Saiyan left the bedroom.


"Are we raising the gravity again today dad?" Trunks asked before Vegeta could even put one foot into the capsule. "You said we would, because I was so great under 120 times yesterday!"

Damn, what's up with him this morning? Trunks was usually quite lazy: it was almost impossible to get him to train before nine o'clock, and today, at only...

Vegeta's eyes widened when he saw the clock: it was almost ten o'clock already! No wonder Trunks was so full of energy and ready to go. I'm really getting too soft - I've got to work on that.

"Of course," he replied, heading for the controls.

Still, he glared at Trunks a little.

"And I swear, if you ever enter our bedroom again without knocking first, I might blast you."
"But why?"
"Because it's like that!"
"But, if you're only sleeping, what's the matter? You always do it to me."

Vegeta flushed yet again.

"Because - well - your mother doesn't want anyone to mess with her sleep. Women are like that. It's genetic, they can't help it."
"Mom didn't look remotely as bothered as you did-"
"Enough!"

To make sure Trunks would remain silent for more than three seconds, he pressed the red button and smirked. 150 times Earth's gravity should be enough to keep the kid's mouth shut, at least for a while.

"Wooooh!"

Trunks fell loudly on his knees and hands, his whole body shaking in an effort to at least maintain this position and not end up laying on the floor. He knew that the lower he fell, the harder it was to get on his feet after. Vegeta stared at his son as he tried to stand up, only to fall again on the floor, over and over again. Ok, maybe he was being a bit hard, going from 120 times to 150 times Earth's gravity, but that would teach the brat a lesson about asking annoying questions.

"All-right," Trunks said with difficulty when he was finally on his feet. "Not... such... a big... deal..."

The prince looked at the half-Saiyan struggling to remain straight as he took one slow, penible step after another. He smirked.

"So, how does it feel?" he asked.
"Kinda... tough..."

Vegeta's smirk grew bigger.

"I thought this was 'no big deal'?"

Trunks took a deep breath.

"On second thought, it's... rather hard."

He stopped moving at once.

"But I can do it," he simply said.

Vegeta's lips curved into a real, amused smile: in a flash of golden light, he turned into a Super Saiyan and started to train on his own.

"Perhaps you should rest," he finally said, glancing at him over his shoulder. "That's a man training level, and you're clearly still a child."
"Goten... called me last night... gonna be in the Tournament... so I... want too!"

Vegeta smirked.

"So, what are you doing to do about it?"
"Guess I'll just..." he breathed in and stopped talking. "Go Super."

His green eyes widened in shock and his mouth shut at once: Trunks was emitting a rather familiar golden light. His lavender hair turned white-blond, and his sapphire eyes turned to emerald. Vegeta blinked several times. That was impossible, Trunks was only eight years old! And yet... yet, he's really... doing it!

"Yay!" Trunks said.

The gravity did not affect him whatsoever now: he jumped, bounced and flew around like nothing.

"Did... I miss something?"

Vegeta quickly recomposed his cold mask and crossed his arms in frustration.

"I'll be damned - since when the powers of the legendary Super Saiyan has been turned into a mere child's play?!!"

Trunks simply laughed, and kept flipping and flying around.

"Come here, son."

Trunks stopped goofing around at once and obeyed.

"So, can Kakarot's youngest son turn into a Super Saiyan too?"

Trunks nodded.

"Sure."
"Yes, naturally, it's a Super Saiyan bargain sale," he sneered.

Unbelievable. He, Prince Vegeta, the very symbol of the Saiyan's elite fighters, had worked and trained terribly hard during his whole life to achieve the level of a Super Saiyan, only to be outclassed by that low-life warrior Kakarot who transformed without even knowing what the hell a Super Saiyan was, his two goddamn brats and even his own son who reached that level, apparently without even training for it or even trying. Sure, Trunks had been training hard under his father's supervision, but not for that, not so soon. But that second idiot's spawn, Grotest or whatever his ridiculous name was! He didn't even have a Saiyan around to train him, how did he manage to reach that level? Not with his brother's help, that was for sure. Trunks said he was a bookworm now.

An insult, a disgrace to the whole Saiyan race.

"Uh?"

His father's eyes narrowed even more, so much that they were only too dark slits staring at him rather threateningly.

"Try to hit me," he ordered.
"Why would I do that, dad? You know I'm not strong enough."
"You wanna play like that? Fine. If you can lay one punch to my face, I'll take you to the park for an hour."
"Woooow," he said, his blue eyes widening. "You mean it? OK!"
"Let's see what you can do."

He avoided Trunks' first punch by half an inch: nevertheless, his son's fists flew over and over again as he attacked relentlessly. And, finally, Vegeta felt something most unexpected: a punch on his cheek. Almost unconsciously, he punched back, throwing Trunks few feet backward. His eyes widened: to be perfectly honest, he hadn't exactly planned on hitting him. That was just his old reflexes coming back at the surface.

"You didn't say you'd hit back, dad," he complained, holding his nose.
"Well I didn't say I wouldn't hit you now, did I?" he replied coldly, crossing his arms again.
"N-no," the child admitted, "but-"
"Stop crying, we're going to the park now."
"Yayy!"
"But, before, I want to know something. Who's the strongest? You, or that clown's spawn?"

Trunks scratched his head.

"I guess that'd be me. I'm a bit stronger than Goten, because I'm older."

A bit stronger, uh? Well, we'll work on that. He nodded for himself: if anything, he would at least manage to kick Kakarot's ass through their respective sons.

End of the chapter: I tried to make it as close to the original episod as possible :D I hope you liked it! Next chapter, as you may guess: the park! XD