Childhood of Trunks
"VEGETA!" Bulma cried from the kitchen, her voice promising blood, "Get in here and bring me some floor from the pantry!"
"DO I look like your fucking serving maid, Woman!?" He returned with a vengeance, "Get the kid to help, that's why we had him!"
"No, WE HAD HIM BECAUSE YOU'RE A LITTLE PERVERT WHO CAN'T KEEP H9IS HANDS TO HIMSELF NOW GET IN HERE!!!!!!!!!"
Just then Trunks walked into the room, his overgrown hair acting as a curtain for his eyes. "Dad, stop, you're embarrassing me."
"I EMBARRASSING you!? If you want me to embarrass you I'll show those breast-feeding pictures to all your little girlfriends at school! Now go help your mother!"
Trunks gave up, sighed, and did as he was told.
"I really wish you and dad wouldn't discuss the how and WHY I was born every day of my life," He told his mother without preamble. Bulma just blinked at him before she broke into a frantic, hysterical, series of nervous hooting and tense gurgling noises.
"Gee, um, Trunks, we never did have that talk did we? Um, um, er, erm…………. Go ask your father!"
"MOM! I know all about men and woman!
"Well, Dearie, there is more to it than that."
"I know about sex too!"
Bulma cuffed him upside the head, a odd habit she had picked up from Vegeta, and nearly screamed at him, "BE TACTFUL ABOUT IT!!!!"
"Mom! I spent my life in the same house as DAD!"
She had no reply, for at that moment Vegeta swaggered in with a baseball hat pulled over his hair and her attention was on saying to him, "Did you know you look like a little penis with a hat on?"
He went beet red, glowered and charged at her. She ran around the table but he was on her in a minute, his mouth on hers in a breathtaking kiss. Trunks just rolled his eyes and exited muttering, "Yep, I'm getting a sister"