Chapter 29: Cotton candy
Bulma was surprised when she hear the door opening: Trunks ran inside the house, followed by a much calmer Vegeta.
"Training's already over?"
"Postponed," Vegeta simply replied, heading for their bedroom.
Curious, she followed him.
"The training, postponed? Who the hell are you and what have you done to my husband, sexy stranger?" she asked playfully.
Vegeta scowled, but did not reply as he searched for clothes. She dropped on the bed, staring at him while he picked a brown shirt.
"No, seriously, what's the big idea?"
"We're going to the park."
Bulma's jaw dropped.
"You... you finally decided to take him there today? Geez, thanks, he's been asking you for ages-"
"Not quite," the prince said on a bored tone.
"But..."
The blue-haired woman suddenly noticed something on Vegeta's cheek: it was a very subtle bruise that would've gone unoticed for many people, but not for her. Her eyes were very sharp, especially when it came to Vegeta.
"What's that on your cheek?"
"A punch," he replied.
"Trunks punched you?"
Vegeta scowled again.
"We were training, not playing dolls," he snapped.
"Yes, but I mean, he's never... he has never managed to actually hit you before, has he?"
The Saiyan shook his head.
"So, what happened, you let him win?"
"Oh please," the prince sneered. "Bulma, you know me better than that. I'd never lose on purpose, especially not to my own son, I'd be killing his chances to be the among the elite. And then I'd see him turn into a goddamn nerdy dork like Kakarot's oldest spawn. Well, thank you very much, but I'll pass dishonouring my whole royal bloodline, if you don't mind."
She rolled her eyes at the end of her husband's speech. Sure, he was right: this was absolutely not like him to do so. But, if he hadn't allowed Trunks to hit him on purpose, how on Earth could this happen?
"No but seriously-" she started.
"I was serious," he cut her. "Dead serious. As for that punch, he managed to do it as a Super Saiyan."
"Trunks transformed?" she asked in shock. "But he's... he's only eight years old! That's even crazier than Gohan."
"Well, at least I wasn't the only one who didn't know he could do this," Vegeta said, sitting on the bed as well.
"You mean it wasn't even the first time?"
"No," he grunted, sounding rather unpleased as he crossed his arms in his signature manner. "Apparently, him and that stupid Grotest do it all the time when they're together, like it's a fucking game-"
"Oh, come on, his name is Goten. You could at least try and remember that."
Vegeta smirked silently, his arms still crossed, and there was no doubt now in Bulma's mind that he knew perfectly that the name of his son's best friend was Goten: he just liked to mock him by changing his name, like he still liked to call her "woman" after all these years, just for these times her blue eyes would narrow in amused anger and she'd respond in a way that was meant to scare him: "The name's Bulma, you thick-headed Saiyan!"
Someone knocked on the door.
"Dad?" Trunks' voice asked. "Are you sleeping again, or can we go to the park now?"
"Little bastard," Vegeta uttered under his breath.
Nonetheless, he stood up and went to the door.
"Mom!" Trunks said happily when his father opened the door. "Dad's taking me to the park!"
"Yes," she replied with an amused look on her beautiful face. "He told me. Well, have fun!"
"We will!"
The kid ran down the corridor in excitement, followed by his much less enthusiastic father.
Never again, Vegeta thought as soon as he set one foot in this crazy place.
Never again would he make such a foolish deal with his son, unless he was absolutely sure to win, even if it meant cheating to win. The amusement park was everything Vegeta hated: flashy, noisy and crowded with stupid teenagers and an incredible amount of annoying brats who were running all over the place.
Really, where the fuck were these children's parents?
"I want cotton candy!" Trunks said, pulling Vegeta's arm.
"You want what?" Vegeta asked, frowning.
Cotton candy, what sort of lame thing was that? Already Vegeta was imagining an eatable shirt...
"That," he said, pointing his finger in direction of a fat yet jovial fourty-year-old man, who was currently giving a little girl a stick toped by a huge pink thing.
"What the hell," Vegeta mumbled, reluctantly following his son towards the stand.
"One for you, my little boy?" the man said very nicely.
Trunks nodded frenetically.
"A big, big one!"
"And you, sir?"
"No, thanks," the prince sneered.
Really, he'd be damned if he put that thing into his royal mouth. That weird pink ball wasn't even food, he'd bet on it - his Saiyan stomach just knew it. The man smiled and picked one stick. Curious nontheless, Vegeta streched his neck to watch him as he moved the stick carefully, catching strays of pink that progressivly formed a very approximative sphere. He then gave it to Trunks: Vegeta paid him, and they were on their way.
"Seriously, what the hell is that made of? No normal food is pink," Vegeta argued. "Are you sure it isn't radioactive?"
"I dunno but it tastes good! Want some, dad?"
"Please, no, I beg of you," he replied on an ironic tone, causing Trunks to laugh.
"You're funny - hey, I wanna try that!"
"Try wha-" Vegeta started, but he had followed his son with his dark eyes.
Now that looked slightly better: it was some sort of a game where the player had to hit a target as hard as possible with a huge hammer, sending something up: the higher you climbed, the bigger the prize you won.
"Oh, well, aren't you cute," the young lady holding this stand said with an alluring smile when she saw Trunks. "Is he your son, sir?" she asked when Vegeta reached them.
"Well, aren't you Miss Obvious," he scoffed.
The girl blinked several times.
"I wanna try," Trunks said.
"You sure you can swing that thing?" the cute young lady kindly asked.
Well, she definitely had some nerve! Vegeta scowled and opened his mouth, ready to take a nasty comment, but Trunks cut him. As a spoiled child, he was used to have what he asked for immediately, if not even faster than that, and that lady was clearly under his standards.
"Just gimme that stupid hammer already," he ordered.
"All right, all right... here you go."
"Hold that, dad," Trunks said, handing his cotton candy to Vegeta.
"What!?"
Vegeta's cheeks turned to red: even holding that pink ball was too much for his pride to take.
"Don't tell me you need both of your hands for that thing," Vegeta commented.
"Nope, but I don't wanna drop my cotton candy on the ground!"
"All right," Vegeta uttered under his breath, reluctantly taking the stick.
Trunks seized the big hammer with ease. As he headed for the target, Vegeta glanced with curiosity at the thing he was holding. What did it taste like? Now that Trunks had given it to him, he truly wondered. He gazed up at his son who was now swinging the hammer in the air to practice a little.
Why not.
Carefully, VERY carefully, Vegeta took a small piece of cotton candy between his thumb and index finger: it melted a bit at the warmth of his skin. Frowning a little, he put it into his mouth. His dark eyes widened in shock: that was so... sweet! No wonder it had melted a bit on his fingers: it was nothing but pink-coloured sugar.
BOOONNNNNGGGGGGGGGG! Trunks had hit the metallic bell ontop of the tower - he'd actually altered its shape a little. After licking his fingers - how could something that weird taste so good, he did not quite understand - he took another piece of cotton candy, bigger than the first one. He had just shoved it into his mouth when he was brought back to reality by Trunks' outraged voice:
"Hey, what the - DAD! If you wanted some you just had to take one at the stand!"
Shooting his father a deadly glare, he snapped his property out of his hand and, more importantly, away from Vegeta's hungry mouth. The young lady behind her stand laughed as Vegeta grunted and folded his hands into his pockets.
"Geez," Trunks mumbled, walking away towards another stand. "I swear, adults these days..."
End of the chapter: Princes love cotton candy, everyone knows that you know! XDDDD I hope you guys loved this chapter too!!! ;) Review pretty please :D
