Disclaimer: This story will contain a lot of Trunks and a lot of Trouble. Copyrighted to Akira Tornaligament who will not hesitate to sue the pants off anyone who doesn't read it. You have been warned... hee hee mwa ha ha *bangs herself on head with anvil* ow! Sorry bout that folks, looks like I wrote one disclaimer too many

A/N: I'm so chuffed with all my Trunks in Trouble reviews (tanky) that I want to dedicate this one to *takes deep breath* chibi trunks, RCA, babyshiro, Diamond Girl, Dbz Chicka, Trunks Babe, Dark Fate, PurpleYoshi, someone, Angel and of course lil' Chi Chi. Thanks for the support and the suggestions too. (Suggestions still welcome)
Dark Fate, what a great idea! I love it! I'm workin on it...
And Dbz Chicka, I used your suggestion in this one.
*Trunks gulps* 'You did?'
DD: 'Fraid so Trunks'
Trunks: 'noooooooo!' ^.^

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Trunks in Trouble With the Parents

Trunks hopped across the yard, his thin sword slicing through the air as he went. Vegeta watched him performing his elaborate sword forms, wondering at the need for such a weapon. All he had ever needed was his fists. He stretched and got up, walking across the yard towards the gravity room: it was the only place he could get any decent training done.

As he passed Trunks, the boy whirled round and leaped towards Vegeta with the sword aiming right at him.

'Hiiiiiiiyyyyaaaaaaa!' he yelled as he attacked.

Quicker than Trunks could see, Vegeta sidestepped and pushed Trunks' back, sending him hurling into a tree. He landed face first in the middle of the trunk, and then slowly slid down the tree and fell on the ground.

'Ow,' he rubbed his stinging nose. Turning round he saw Vegeta calmly walking towards the gravity room as if nothing had happened.

Another failed attack on his father! Vegeta was too damn good! Trunks grinned, impressed with his father's speed and ability. This didn't stop him feeling a little annoyed that he always came off worse in their encounters.

I'll get you, Otusan! he promised himself as he picked up his sword and dusted himself down. Just you wait and see.

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With a swift slice, Trunks' sword chopped the head off some pretty blue flowers. One hour he had been waiting for his father to come out of the gravity room, and there was no sign of him. The boy was determined that before the day was out, he would get one hit in on his pa.

If he's not coming out… I'm gonna go in and get him!

Putting his sword in its sheath on his back, he jumped to his feet, and purposefully made his way to the gravity room. Inside, Vegeta was doing push ups, facing away from the door. Perfect! Trunks could sneak up and get a cheap shot while his guard was down!

Slowly, he unsheathed his sword again, and quiet as a mouse, he opened the door to the gravity room.

'775… 776… 777…' Vegeta continued with his push ups.

Trunks grinned in delight - he hadn't been heard. Raising his sword high above his head he tiptoed towards his father.

'782… 783…784…'

SWIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH

The silver blade sliced through the air. In a flash, Vegeta spun onto his back, sweeping Trunks' legs out from underneath him with a low kick. Trunks look of bewilderment was priceless as he fell through the air and landed with a crash on the floor. The sword clinked harmlessly onto the ground beside him.

Vegeta folded his arms and smirked down at the boy. 'You needn't think you stand a chance of beating me with that thing,' he looked mockingly at the sword.

Trunks picked it up, hugging it defensively and scowled at his father. He LOVED his sword.

'I heard you coming a mile away, brat. That was a pathetic attempt.'

Trunks was now feeling mightily miffed as well as slightly embarrassed by his father's taunts.

'Now get out, before you get yourself hurt. And watch what you're doing with that thing,' he nodded at the sword once more. 'Make sure you don't damage anything.'

'OK, Daddy,' Trunks was on his feet and on his way out.

As he closed the door behind him, one thought ran through his mind.

This is war!

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Practising his sword forms with new purpose fuelling him, Trunks aimed to improve on the speed of his attack. Again and again he sliced criss cross through the air, until his little arms ached.

Putting as much force as he could into it, Trunks threw the sword across the yard, aiming at a tree trunk. Unfortunately, he had put a heavy spin on it and the sword veered off in completely the wrong direction - heading straight for the back door. As Trunks watched, to his horror, the back door swung open and Bulma appeared, carrying a tray of pancakes.

'MOM! DUCK!' Trunks yelled frantically.

Bulma turned to look at him confused. Trunks screamed and closed his eyes as the sword flew straight at his mom's head. Too late to save her now! Bulma had no time for any reaction other than a ear shattering scream, as, with a sickening slice, the sword chopped off









the top of her hair ^_^'

Bulma keeled over into a faint and hit the kitchen floor with a dull thud. The tray of pancakes fell all over the garden and the jug of maple syrup shattered, leaving a sticky mess on the ground.

Whimpering, Trunks opened an eye and looked toward the kitchen.

OH MY GOD!!! What have I done?!

Bulma's feet were sticking out of the back door as she lay motionless on the kitchen floor. He couldn't bear to think of his own mother lying there on the floor - HEADLESS!! Trunks burst into a flood of tears. Just as Vegeta came out of the gravity room.

'What the hell is going on out here?'

'Daddy! I… I… I… I… I... I...'

'Spit it out boy!'

'I… I… I… I… I KILLED MOMMY!!!!!!' Trunk burst into a fresh flood of tears.

'Holy shit!'

Vegeta sped towards the kitchen and in an instant was by Bulma's side. She was alive and well and just coming round. Only she seemed to be missing some hair. And oddly, there were little blue strands of it all over the floor. Vegeta frowned, puzzled. Looking up, he saw the brat's sword sticking out of the kitchen cupboard. With a deep growl he yanked the sword out of the cupboard in one swift jerk.

Vegeta stormed out of the kitchen with the sword in his hand, and a stern look on his face.

No!!! He's not gonna KILL ME is he? *gasp* Please don't slice me Dad. I didn't mean it!

Bulma sat up in the kitchen with a groan. Seeing his decapitated mother sit up, Trunks shrieked in horror. Only to realise, blissfully, that her head was firmly in place. He began to laugh in joy, grateful to the heavens that she was alive.

'Trunks! You little monster! You could have killed me!' she shrieked.

Vegeta picked Trunks up by the seat of his pants and put him over his knee.

'What did I tell you about that damn sword?' he yelled, spanking Trunks with the handle of his own beloved sword.

'Aahh! Otou Saaaaaaaaaannnnn! I didn't mean it! You said be careful!'

'Damn right!'

Vegeta set him on his feet and Trunks hopped about, rubbing his butt. Handing him the sword, Vegeta said 'Now this time - BE CAREFUL!'

Trunks took the sword reluctantly. Vegeta walked off to the house, and Trunks stood in the yard, looking at his once precious weapon. His long time friend of steel had just got him into big trouble, and now it seemed like a traitor and an enemy.

Stupid sword! You're nothin' but trouble! he cursed the blade. Glaring at it meanly, he threw it over his shoulder not wanting to see it any more.

SWWWWIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSHHHHH - CHOP!

Trunks shrank as he heard the familiar, sickening sound of the chop.

No! he prayed as he turned around slowly. Not again!

Trunks burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter at what he saw. Vegeta --

-- WITH A CREW CUT!

Looks like I won the war after all! he thought in amusement.

Then he ran!

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