Girls, Girls, Girls
by Kayoko
DISCLAIMER: sing the disclaimer song with me now! "It's not mine, it's not mine, it's not mine, it's theirs..." Please remember to review the fic after you read it! Arigatou!
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Chibi Trunks walked home from school, carrying his little blue backpack and contemplating the subject of girls, along with the meaning of life. He decided he could ask Mr. Popo about the meaning of life later, since sometimes it was fun to just say his name. (Hee hee.) Trunks yelled "Mr. Popo!" a few times, scaring the bejeezus out of the squirrels, and then continued walking. He started thinking about girls again, and he came to the conclusion that something was definitely wrong with them. They giggled, some of them wore skirts, and when you tried to talk to them, they ran away shrieking, and you could see their frilly white panties. Not that Trunks thought there was anything wrong with panties, but it was annoying how they acted sometimes.
Yes, there was something definitely wrong with the female race, Trunks thought to himself. He should ask his father about them. Vegeta had married Bulma, right? And Bulma was a girl, so he must know something about them. That taken care of, Chibi Trunks picked up a stick and began chasing a pigeon, his little blue backpack bouncing up and down. "Shi-ne!" he yelled, waving the stick in fine kendo form. The pigeon blinked in a very dignifed matter several times, then began walking away, its neck bobbing back and forth. Disappointed, Trunks threw the stick and hit the pigeon. His eyes grew wide as he realized a whole flock of pigeons was now streaking towards him. Using all his chibi Saiyan strength, he raced down the sidewalk towards his home.
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Vegeta looked out the window as a blue of blue, purple, and gray passed by. /What the hell is that?/ he mused to himself. /Looks like the brat, being chased by a shitload of birds. Heh. Wonder what he did this time./ Vegeta watched as the pigeons began pecking at the boy, who was now running up the front walk. Vegeta turned from the window and said calmly to Bulma, "The brat is back," at the very second her son burst in through the door and collapsed on the carpet, panting, with bird droppings and feathers sticking out everywhere. Bulma took one look at Trunks and shrieked, dropping the coffeepot in Vegeta's lap, along with a hammer on his foot. "AARRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHH!" Vegeta danced around the kitchen in pain, hollering bloody murder until Bulma stuck a muffin in his mouth. He sat, throwing murderous looks at his wife and chewing.
"Trunks, what in the world happened to you?" Bulma yelled, carrying him upstairs to the bathtub. She started the water running as Trunks explained what happened.
"Well, mom, I threw a stick at a pigeon, and then they started attacking me." Vegeta followed upstairs, still eating the muffin. Hepointed a finger at Trunks, giving him a death glare and spraying blueberries as he tried to talk through the pastry.
"Mmph..rmph...Trunks...*swallow* no son of mine throws sticks at birds! If you were hungry, you could have come home!"
"But Dad, I didn't want to eat it..." Bulma cut him off, depositing him, naked, into the bathtub.
"Now, get washed up and then come downstairs for dinner," she instructed him.
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At the dinner table, Vegeta was on his third plate when Trunks asked the fateful question.
"Dad, can you pass the senbei?"
Vegeta turned towards his son, gripping his fork in his right hand, food slipping from his glaring mouth.
"EEP!" Trunks slid under the table and said, "Nevermind!" Bulma pulled him up upside down and plunked him in his chair as Vegeta resumed "eating."
Oh, I'm sorry, I meant inhaling.
((What did you say, woman?))
((Oh, shut up Vegeta, you know you're a pig.))
((Why, you bi-))
((Rekka Shinen!))
((Arigatou, Tasuki.))
((De nada. Wait, that's Spanish...))
Back in the story...
Five minutes later, Vegeta was almost about to leave the table when Trunks asked him another question.
"Dad, can you tell me about girls?"
Vegeta choked on a bean and coughed. Sputtering, he sat down as Bulma glared at him.
"Well, aren't you going to answer your son?"
"I...er...I am the Prince of Saiyans! I don't have time to deal with meaningless questions, boy!"
Bulma smiled at Trunks. "That means he'd be happy to."
(to be continued...)
by Kayoko
DISCLAIMER: sing the disclaimer song with me now! "It's not mine, it's not mine, it's not mine, it's theirs..." Please remember to review the fic after you read it! Arigatou!
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Chibi Trunks walked home from school, carrying his little blue backpack and contemplating the subject of girls, along with the meaning of life. He decided he could ask Mr. Popo about the meaning of life later, since sometimes it was fun to just say his name. (Hee hee.) Trunks yelled "Mr. Popo!" a few times, scaring the bejeezus out of the squirrels, and then continued walking. He started thinking about girls again, and he came to the conclusion that something was definitely wrong with them. They giggled, some of them wore skirts, and when you tried to talk to them, they ran away shrieking, and you could see their frilly white panties. Not that Trunks thought there was anything wrong with panties, but it was annoying how they acted sometimes.
Yes, there was something definitely wrong with the female race, Trunks thought to himself. He should ask his father about them. Vegeta had married Bulma, right? And Bulma was a girl, so he must know something about them. That taken care of, Chibi Trunks picked up a stick and began chasing a pigeon, his little blue backpack bouncing up and down. "Shi-ne!" he yelled, waving the stick in fine kendo form. The pigeon blinked in a very dignifed matter several times, then began walking away, its neck bobbing back and forth. Disappointed, Trunks threw the stick and hit the pigeon. His eyes grew wide as he realized a whole flock of pigeons was now streaking towards him. Using all his chibi Saiyan strength, he raced down the sidewalk towards his home.
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Vegeta looked out the window as a blue of blue, purple, and gray passed by. /What the hell is that?/ he mused to himself. /Looks like the brat, being chased by a shitload of birds. Heh. Wonder what he did this time./ Vegeta watched as the pigeons began pecking at the boy, who was now running up the front walk. Vegeta turned from the window and said calmly to Bulma, "The brat is back," at the very second her son burst in through the door and collapsed on the carpet, panting, with bird droppings and feathers sticking out everywhere. Bulma took one look at Trunks and shrieked, dropping the coffeepot in Vegeta's lap, along with a hammer on his foot. "AARRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHH!" Vegeta danced around the kitchen in pain, hollering bloody murder until Bulma stuck a muffin in his mouth. He sat, throwing murderous looks at his wife and chewing.
"Trunks, what in the world happened to you?" Bulma yelled, carrying him upstairs to the bathtub. She started the water running as Trunks explained what happened.
"Well, mom, I threw a stick at a pigeon, and then they started attacking me." Vegeta followed upstairs, still eating the muffin. Hepointed a finger at Trunks, giving him a death glare and spraying blueberries as he tried to talk through the pastry.
"Mmph..rmph...Trunks...*swallow* no son of mine throws sticks at birds! If you were hungry, you could have come home!"
"But Dad, I didn't want to eat it..." Bulma cut him off, depositing him, naked, into the bathtub.
"Now, get washed up and then come downstairs for dinner," she instructed him.
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At the dinner table, Vegeta was on his third plate when Trunks asked the fateful question.
"Dad, can you pass the senbei?"
Vegeta turned towards his son, gripping his fork in his right hand, food slipping from his glaring mouth.
"EEP!" Trunks slid under the table and said, "Nevermind!" Bulma pulled him up upside down and plunked him in his chair as Vegeta resumed "eating."
Oh, I'm sorry, I meant inhaling.
((What did you say, woman?))
((Oh, shut up Vegeta, you know you're a pig.))
((Why, you bi-))
((Rekka Shinen!))
((Arigatou, Tasuki.))
((De nada. Wait, that's Spanish...))
Back in the story...
Five minutes later, Vegeta was almost about to leave the table when Trunks asked him another question.
"Dad, can you tell me about girls?"
Vegeta choked on a bean and coughed. Sputtering, he sat down as Bulma glared at him.
"Well, aren't you going to answer your son?"
"I...er...I am the Prince of Saiyans! I don't have time to deal with meaningless questions, boy!"
Bulma smiled at Trunks. "That means he'd be happy to."
(to be continued...)