Just Another Day
By: spbulma

My days are just about as ordinary as everyone elses. The morning rays of the sun seem to break out all barriers within and manage to dance upon my face. The birds where chirping loudly; incesantly. Annoyingly, I turn and toss about in my bed; I rarely like to stay sleeping, but today I felt exhausted (and my training had nothing to do with it... hehe)

It's no use.

The racket outside is too much to bear, whether it's not those damned children, it's the woman trying to "establish control". I've heard more control on public offices for crying out loud!

Finnally, like a miracle, there's silence in the air. I can't help but smile in content. I just might be able to sleep a little more.

I was wrong.

"GOOD MORNING!!!", I heard a childish, girly voice scream on my ear. My eyes shot wide open. Before I know it, Bra was on my bed, jumping around and giggling. The rays of light seemed to get stronger, and they all shined on my face.

"DADDY!!! WAKE UP!!!"

The little runt tossed a pillow directly at my face. Too tired to remove the pillow, I mumbled something even I didn't understand.

"Bra, can't you see you father's trying to sleep?"

"But it's 9:30 in the morning!"

"9:30?!" And here I thought it was at least 11:00 o' clock. I pulled up the blanket up to my face. I heard her say something about me looking like a mummy.

I wanted to sleep, damnit!

All of a sudden, I heard another person step into the room.

"TRUNKS!!!! Where's my hairbrush?!?!"

"What hairbrush, Bra?!"

"You KNOW what hairbrush!"

I'm going to snap if I don't get my sleep.

"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!!"

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!!! Trunks doesn't want to give me my hairbrush!!!!"

"Can't you take this somewhere else?!!!??? I'm trying to sleep, damnit!"

No one seemed to hear about my problems. The infernal racket was getting louder and louder. It couldn't get any worse.

"CUT IT OUT! CAN'T YOU SEE I CALLED YOU FOR BREAKFEAST 10 MINUTES AGO?!?"

I was wrong. The queen of infernal rackets had just arrived.

"But Mom! Trunks took my hairbrush!"

"I didn't!!"

"Bra, can't you use another hairbrush?!"

"I can't! I want mine! Besides, why are you guys always taking HIS side?!"

"No one's taking anyone's side! Go use another brush in the meantime!"

I couldn't take it anymore. My ears swelled up the size of a blowfish. "CAN'T YOU JUST GIVE HER THE DAMNED HAIRBRUSH?!"

"I WANT MY HAIRBRUSH!!!!!!!!!!!"

"I DON'T HAVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!"

"EEEEEENOUGH!!!!!!!! BOTH OF YOU LEAVE AND LOOK FOR THE HAIRBRUSH! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYMORE ABOUT IT!"

Me neither.

The kids left. Maybe I could rest.

A loud beeping noise was heard.

"Oh my God! I left the stove on!"

The smoke stench had to whisk right to the bedroom. It was burnt oatmeal. I hate oatmeal. I hate the stench. It didn't let me sleep.

I heard Bulma cursing her brain off in the kitchen. Yeah, that's my woman. I heard Trunks complaining on how he wanted to eat oatmeal and now it's turned to charcoal. I heard how Bra kept yelling and whining on how bad it stank, and how she hated oatmeal. I heard Bulma telling them to shut the hell up and help her clean. The smoke and oatmeal stench kept getting stronger; the sun shining harder. The birds where singing louder.

I decided to get up. After all, this was only the beginning...
of just another day.