Vegeta had had it. That boy was pushing him beyond his limits. All he ever did was run around, break things, and make noise. Ok, perhaps that was a tad exagerated, but still he was being nothing but a pain in the *butt* tonight.
Smoke billowed out of the oven. Quickly Vegeta sprayed water in it and smashed the fire alarm that was going off. *Crap*. Now he'd have to make something else. Two hours later everything that could be cooked was burned and everything else was a pile of useless goop. He's completely emptied the cubboards and refridgerator, except for one more gallon of milk, but they couldn't live off that.
Frustrated he sighed. At least the boys hadn't made any noise since he'd threatened them. Now he'd have to take them out to eat. Wiping his face clean with a towel he walked into the living room. Both boys were asleep, each on one end of the couch. Vegeta's frown softened...almost into a smile. His son looked so serene like that. And so quiet. He smirked. Now he knew how to get them out of his hair and to sleep. Just send them to the couch and don't let them move or talk. Young boys couldn't stay awake under such adverse conditions. He recalled when Trunks was a baby. This worked almost as well as that baby swing Bulma had gotten him did.
"Wake up," Vegeta's voice was quiet, but rough. Neither child moved. "Hey," he shook Trunks' shoulder. "Get up."
Groggy Trunks opened his eyes and looked at him. "Wha...?"
"Wake up, we're going out to eat."
Trunks sat up and rubbed his eyes. "We're...what?"
"Going out to eat. Get Goten up and get your coats," Vegeta left the room and took a quick shower.
Excited Trunks pushed Goten off the couch with a thud. "Wake up, Goten, my
Dad's taking us out to dinner!"
"All right, I'm starving!" Goten forgot to be mad at his rude awakening.
"Holy cow, look at this!" Trunks stood at the entrance of the kitchen.
"Wow! No wonder we're going out," Goten looked around.
The kitchen looked like a war zone. The ceiling was covered in black soot, as was the wall with the stove, and the dishes were piled all over the counters with all kinds of things oozing off of them.
"Mom's gonna kill him," Trunks trotted off to his room to find his jacket. Goten followed and soon they were all three out at the car. Goten climbed into the back seat and Trunks into the front.
"No, get in back," Vegeta's voice was gruff.
"But Dad, Mom's not here, why can't I sit in front?"
Quite frankly Vegeta didn't want to take the car at all, but he knew Bulma would have his head if he didn't. Anyway, the boy couldn't sit in the front until he was bigger. Vegeta thought it rather silly himself, but he could understand the fear his mate had. Of course if the stupid air bag DID start suffocating his son he'd just rip it apart.
"I said get in back, now!" Vegeta repeated.
Trunks scowled and jumped out of the car, slamming the door. To his horror, he slammed it too hard and broke the latch. His Dad was fuming. He took a skidish step back. "It was an accident, Dad, I'm sorry..."
Vegeta stepped out of the car, trying to control himself. He took a few steps toward his son, but Trunks could see how angry he was and took off into the air. Vegeta was too fast for him, however. Quickly he grabbed his ankle and pulled him back down, giving him a hard slap on the butt. Trunks yelped and Vegeta roughly shoved him into the back seat, fastening his seatbelt over him before getting into the car himself.
Trunks stared out the window, refusing to look at Goten as he sulked all the way
to the restaraunt. He hardly ever recieved any form of spanking for punishment. It was
highly embarrassing to have one in front of his best friend. It hurt too, but Trunks would never admit that.
Vegeta noticed the silence and knew his child was embarrassed. He felt bad for his son's sake, but had no regrets of his own. Trunks had deserved what he'd gotten and much more that he hadn't. That was the third thing he'd broken tonight, and for his own sake Vegeta hoped it was the last. Next time he'd give him the spanking of his life. He wouldn't stop until he cried and begged. That woman was going to yell at VEGETA for all those expenses Trunks was causing.
After pulling into the parking lot, Vegeta jumped out of the car and started walking toward the door. The boys trailed behind, Trunks in the rear with his arms crossed, still sulking.
"How many?" a perky waiter came up to the clan.
"Three," Vegeta muttered. He hated perky people. They reminded him of Kakarot.
"Right this way," they were lead to a four person booth. Vegeta slid in on one side and the two kids on the other. Trunks immediately burried his face in the menu.
"Can I go to the bathroom?" Goten asked, feeling a little tense.
Vegeta just looked at him and Goten ran off. Vegeta opened his menu. "Stop sulking, son, I didn't hit you that hard," he was getting tired of his son's silence.
Trunks slouched further into his seat, clenching his fists tighter around the menu. He scowled. His father had no idea how much he'd humiliated him. Right now he wished his father would just shrivel up and die.
"Put that menu down and listen to me," Vegeta grabbed the menu out of his hands.
Trunks was a little surprised at first. He blinked, then crossed his arms and glared. The two stared at each other for a few minutes. Vegeta recognised the look in his eyes. The determination and anger...it was like looking in a mirror. His son was obviously very upset with him. Part of him felt bad, but his pride took over and it made him angry. Trunks had no right to continue pouting!
"We are here to eat and be...'merry'," Vegeta wanted to wash his mouth out with soap for using such a word. "So, just drop that attitude and move on. Why ruin the entire night over one stupid event?"
Trunks looked away, letting out a frustrated breath. His Dad was right, but he was still mad at him. How could he be happy and have fun after that. He felt even worse now. His Dad was getting mad again just because he was mad at him! That wasn't fair at all! What could Trunks do about it? Trunks crossed his arms and put them and his head down on the table so his father couldn't look at him. He was fighting back tears of frustration now. Hadn't he been embarrassed enough for one night?
"Hey," Trunks felt his father's hand on his shoulder. "Life isn't all THAT bad."
Trunks looked up, surprised. Vegeta quickly removed his hand and glanced around to make sure nobody had seen him. Now HE was feeling humiliated. The entire situation was too confusing for Trunks. All his anger had been replaced by wonder. His father actually showed affection...and in public too! There weren't any other customers sitting near them, but even so there could have been.
"I want everything on the menu," Goten came back, a huge smile on his face as he slid in next to Trunks. "My mother didn't give me any money though...," he looked at Vegeta, a little nervous.
"I'll pay for you, just get what you want."
Goten immediately smiled again. "Gee, thanks, Vegeta. What are you getting Trunks?"
He really hadn't thought about it. "Oh...I don't know...maybe a dozen hamburgers, and another dozen hot dogs...and lots and lots of rice and soup...oh and I have to have some chicken."
"Chicken...that sounds good," Vegeta mumbled. Now that his son was happy
again he could look over his menu in peace.
"Hello there, are you ready to order?" the waiter asked.
"Yes, we'll start off with twelve orders of chicken..."
"24, Dad," Trunks interupted.
"24 orders of chicken, 12 hamburgers and hot dogs..."
"Dad, that's not enough, Goten wants some too."
"Stop interupting, this is just to start off," Vegeta was irritated. "Make that 20 hamburgers and hotdogs, and 10 pots of rice. Oh, and 5 pots of soup."
The waiter was speachless. "...Uh...anything else."
"Yes, but bring that first."
"Uh...coming right up," he left.
"Dad, can we get desert too?"
"Only one item each. The last thing I need is two children full of sugar."
"All right! I want a giant chocolate sunday!" Goten exclaimed.
"I want a chocolate peanut butter pie!"
The three sayains ate. And ate...and ate, and ate, and ate. They were on their tenth helping when the boys started getting full and jabbing each other.
"Stop that," Trunks elbowed Goten.
"You stop," Goten elbowed back.
"You started it," Trunks pushed Goten off the bench.
"Did not," Goten stood and pushed back.
"Did too," Trunks took a hand full of mashed potatos and threw it in Goten's face.
"Trunks!" Vegeta interupted, his eyes narrowing.
Trunks sheepishly sat back down. Within minutes the boys were jabbing each other again. This time more quietly.
"Hey Goten, I bet I can finish this bowl of chicken faster than you."
"Can not!" Goten grabbed the neighboring dish.
"Ready...go!"
Both children dug into their food and Goten finished just barely before Trunks.
"That wasn't fair! You had less chicken on your plate," Trunks accussed.
"You're just a sore looser."
"You're a cheater!" Trunks dumped the potatos on Goten's head. It splashed all over the table, the bench, and...Vegeta.
Vegeta stood up, seething. Trunks sat down, cowering in the bench again. "That's it. I don't want to hear a word out of either of you until we get home, got it? And no dessert!" He sat back down, glaring at the boys as he finished the food off.
Trunks glanced at Goten.
"Don't even think about it!" Vegeta was quick to interupt.
When the waiter came back he ordered three giant desserts and tortured the boys with them. He allowed Goten to have one slice of his pie since he hadn't been as bad as Trunks. Trunks was indignant. He opened his mouth to say something, but Vegeta quickly hushed him.
In the car Trunks sulked again...until Goten and him started having a silent conversation, using gestures that quickly turned into a jabbing spat. Vegeta could hear them bouncing around back there and he was getting irritated. He turned around and shot a low ki blast at both of them, knocking them back into their seats.
"DON'T MOVE!" Vegeta spat.
The rest of the ride home was problem free, for a change, and once inside he sat the boys in front of the TV and sentenced them to watching a movie with him. Neither was allowed to leave and they had to sit each on one side of him. Compared to their other punishments this was fun. The movie was somewhat entertaining, though they found it much more interesting to predict everything that would happen and to make fun of the characters on the screen, since they were not allowed to talk to each other. Even Vegeta was getting into their game and having fun with it.
"Is that the end?" Trunks was indignant. "That moron! How can that be the end?
what a life! He was an idiot to begin with! I thought he'd at least get a LITTLE smarter before it ended!"
"Not possible, son. Some people are just born idiots," Vegeta was of course imagining Kakarot as he said this.
"Can we go now Dad?" Trunks asked.
"You'd better go...and hide!" Vegeta got a smirk on his face.
Trunks' eyes widened and then he smiled. There was a playful gleam in his father's eyes. Vegeta never played with him! It sure seemed like he was now though.
"What are you waiting for, Trunks?" Vegeta took a step toward him.
Trunks laughed and ran off, Goten not far behind. Vegeta gave them a head start, then started chasing them. "Don't knock anything over, your mother will kill us!" he called after them.
After a short bit the game had turned into hide-and-go-seek. However, Vegeta knew where both boys were hiding at all times. He was only playing along. "Hmm, now where could he be?" Vegeta smirked as he looked at the closet. He opened it, hiding his knowledge that Trunks was inside. Trunks tensed up, pulling himself closer against the wall. Vegeta felt around the side, not wanting to be obvious. Trunks moved away slowly until he hit the far wall. "Aw ha!" Vegeta felt his little stomach with his finger tips. Trunks squealed. Then Vegeta started tickling him and he broke out laughing. Soon he was rolling on the floor and his father was hovering over him, merciless.
"Dad...stop...I can't breath!" tears were forming in his eyes.
Vegeta finally stood. He had no idea what had come over him, but he couldn't wipe the wide grin off his face. Why in the world was he playing such childish games? He'd never done so before. What scared him was that he was ENJOYING it. He actually
LIKED playing with his son like this.
Trunks continued lying on the floor, trying to gain composure.
"Come on out, Goten, game's over!" Vegeta called. "I'm going to train for
awhile. Don't destroy the house or I'll be very angry," Vegeta left. He'd done way too much playing tonight. It was time to do some work. He hadn't trained like he'd wanted to earlier.
"Come on Goten, Dad's done playing," Trunks was finally able to sit up. He was still giggling and his sides ached.
"Now what'll we do?" Goten was feeling very hyper. He'd taken all the sugars from the restaraunt and him and Trunks had eaten them on the way home.
Smoke billowed out of the oven. Quickly Vegeta sprayed water in it and smashed the fire alarm that was going off. *Crap*. Now he'd have to make something else. Two hours later everything that could be cooked was burned and everything else was a pile of useless goop. He's completely emptied the cubboards and refridgerator, except for one more gallon of milk, but they couldn't live off that.
Frustrated he sighed. At least the boys hadn't made any noise since he'd threatened them. Now he'd have to take them out to eat. Wiping his face clean with a towel he walked into the living room. Both boys were asleep, each on one end of the couch. Vegeta's frown softened...almost into a smile. His son looked so serene like that. And so quiet. He smirked. Now he knew how to get them out of his hair and to sleep. Just send them to the couch and don't let them move or talk. Young boys couldn't stay awake under such adverse conditions. He recalled when Trunks was a baby. This worked almost as well as that baby swing Bulma had gotten him did.
"Wake up," Vegeta's voice was quiet, but rough. Neither child moved. "Hey," he shook Trunks' shoulder. "Get up."
Groggy Trunks opened his eyes and looked at him. "Wha...?"
"Wake up, we're going out to eat."
Trunks sat up and rubbed his eyes. "We're...what?"
"Going out to eat. Get Goten up and get your coats," Vegeta left the room and took a quick shower.
Excited Trunks pushed Goten off the couch with a thud. "Wake up, Goten, my
Dad's taking us out to dinner!"
"All right, I'm starving!" Goten forgot to be mad at his rude awakening.
"Holy cow, look at this!" Trunks stood at the entrance of the kitchen.
"Wow! No wonder we're going out," Goten looked around.
The kitchen looked like a war zone. The ceiling was covered in black soot, as was the wall with the stove, and the dishes were piled all over the counters with all kinds of things oozing off of them.
"Mom's gonna kill him," Trunks trotted off to his room to find his jacket. Goten followed and soon they were all three out at the car. Goten climbed into the back seat and Trunks into the front.
"No, get in back," Vegeta's voice was gruff.
"But Dad, Mom's not here, why can't I sit in front?"
Quite frankly Vegeta didn't want to take the car at all, but he knew Bulma would have his head if he didn't. Anyway, the boy couldn't sit in the front until he was bigger. Vegeta thought it rather silly himself, but he could understand the fear his mate had. Of course if the stupid air bag DID start suffocating his son he'd just rip it apart.
"I said get in back, now!" Vegeta repeated.
Trunks scowled and jumped out of the car, slamming the door. To his horror, he slammed it too hard and broke the latch. His Dad was fuming. He took a skidish step back. "It was an accident, Dad, I'm sorry..."
Vegeta stepped out of the car, trying to control himself. He took a few steps toward his son, but Trunks could see how angry he was and took off into the air. Vegeta was too fast for him, however. Quickly he grabbed his ankle and pulled him back down, giving him a hard slap on the butt. Trunks yelped and Vegeta roughly shoved him into the back seat, fastening his seatbelt over him before getting into the car himself.
Trunks stared out the window, refusing to look at Goten as he sulked all the way
to the restaraunt. He hardly ever recieved any form of spanking for punishment. It was
highly embarrassing to have one in front of his best friend. It hurt too, but Trunks would never admit that.
Vegeta noticed the silence and knew his child was embarrassed. He felt bad for his son's sake, but had no regrets of his own. Trunks had deserved what he'd gotten and much more that he hadn't. That was the third thing he'd broken tonight, and for his own sake Vegeta hoped it was the last. Next time he'd give him the spanking of his life. He wouldn't stop until he cried and begged. That woman was going to yell at VEGETA for all those expenses Trunks was causing.
After pulling into the parking lot, Vegeta jumped out of the car and started walking toward the door. The boys trailed behind, Trunks in the rear with his arms crossed, still sulking.
"How many?" a perky waiter came up to the clan.
"Three," Vegeta muttered. He hated perky people. They reminded him of Kakarot.
"Right this way," they were lead to a four person booth. Vegeta slid in on one side and the two kids on the other. Trunks immediately burried his face in the menu.
"Can I go to the bathroom?" Goten asked, feeling a little tense.
Vegeta just looked at him and Goten ran off. Vegeta opened his menu. "Stop sulking, son, I didn't hit you that hard," he was getting tired of his son's silence.
Trunks slouched further into his seat, clenching his fists tighter around the menu. He scowled. His father had no idea how much he'd humiliated him. Right now he wished his father would just shrivel up and die.
"Put that menu down and listen to me," Vegeta grabbed the menu out of his hands.
Trunks was a little surprised at first. He blinked, then crossed his arms and glared. The two stared at each other for a few minutes. Vegeta recognised the look in his eyes. The determination and anger...it was like looking in a mirror. His son was obviously very upset with him. Part of him felt bad, but his pride took over and it made him angry. Trunks had no right to continue pouting!
"We are here to eat and be...'merry'," Vegeta wanted to wash his mouth out with soap for using such a word. "So, just drop that attitude and move on. Why ruin the entire night over one stupid event?"
Trunks looked away, letting out a frustrated breath. His Dad was right, but he was still mad at him. How could he be happy and have fun after that. He felt even worse now. His Dad was getting mad again just because he was mad at him! That wasn't fair at all! What could Trunks do about it? Trunks crossed his arms and put them and his head down on the table so his father couldn't look at him. He was fighting back tears of frustration now. Hadn't he been embarrassed enough for one night?
"Hey," Trunks felt his father's hand on his shoulder. "Life isn't all THAT bad."
Trunks looked up, surprised. Vegeta quickly removed his hand and glanced around to make sure nobody had seen him. Now HE was feeling humiliated. The entire situation was too confusing for Trunks. All his anger had been replaced by wonder. His father actually showed affection...and in public too! There weren't any other customers sitting near them, but even so there could have been.
"I want everything on the menu," Goten came back, a huge smile on his face as he slid in next to Trunks. "My mother didn't give me any money though...," he looked at Vegeta, a little nervous.
"I'll pay for you, just get what you want."
Goten immediately smiled again. "Gee, thanks, Vegeta. What are you getting Trunks?"
He really hadn't thought about it. "Oh...I don't know...maybe a dozen hamburgers, and another dozen hot dogs...and lots and lots of rice and soup...oh and I have to have some chicken."
"Chicken...that sounds good," Vegeta mumbled. Now that his son was happy
again he could look over his menu in peace.
"Hello there, are you ready to order?" the waiter asked.
"Yes, we'll start off with twelve orders of chicken..."
"24, Dad," Trunks interupted.
"24 orders of chicken, 12 hamburgers and hot dogs..."
"Dad, that's not enough, Goten wants some too."
"Stop interupting, this is just to start off," Vegeta was irritated. "Make that 20 hamburgers and hotdogs, and 10 pots of rice. Oh, and 5 pots of soup."
The waiter was speachless. "...Uh...anything else."
"Yes, but bring that first."
"Uh...coming right up," he left.
"Dad, can we get desert too?"
"Only one item each. The last thing I need is two children full of sugar."
"All right! I want a giant chocolate sunday!" Goten exclaimed.
"I want a chocolate peanut butter pie!"
The three sayains ate. And ate...and ate, and ate, and ate. They were on their tenth helping when the boys started getting full and jabbing each other.
"Stop that," Trunks elbowed Goten.
"You stop," Goten elbowed back.
"You started it," Trunks pushed Goten off the bench.
"Did not," Goten stood and pushed back.
"Did too," Trunks took a hand full of mashed potatos and threw it in Goten's face.
"Trunks!" Vegeta interupted, his eyes narrowing.
Trunks sheepishly sat back down. Within minutes the boys were jabbing each other again. This time more quietly.
"Hey Goten, I bet I can finish this bowl of chicken faster than you."
"Can not!" Goten grabbed the neighboring dish.
"Ready...go!"
Both children dug into their food and Goten finished just barely before Trunks.
"That wasn't fair! You had less chicken on your plate," Trunks accussed.
"You're just a sore looser."
"You're a cheater!" Trunks dumped the potatos on Goten's head. It splashed all over the table, the bench, and...Vegeta.
Vegeta stood up, seething. Trunks sat down, cowering in the bench again. "That's it. I don't want to hear a word out of either of you until we get home, got it? And no dessert!" He sat back down, glaring at the boys as he finished the food off.
Trunks glanced at Goten.
"Don't even think about it!" Vegeta was quick to interupt.
When the waiter came back he ordered three giant desserts and tortured the boys with them. He allowed Goten to have one slice of his pie since he hadn't been as bad as Trunks. Trunks was indignant. He opened his mouth to say something, but Vegeta quickly hushed him.
In the car Trunks sulked again...until Goten and him started having a silent conversation, using gestures that quickly turned into a jabbing spat. Vegeta could hear them bouncing around back there and he was getting irritated. He turned around and shot a low ki blast at both of them, knocking them back into their seats.
"DON'T MOVE!" Vegeta spat.
The rest of the ride home was problem free, for a change, and once inside he sat the boys in front of the TV and sentenced them to watching a movie with him. Neither was allowed to leave and they had to sit each on one side of him. Compared to their other punishments this was fun. The movie was somewhat entertaining, though they found it much more interesting to predict everything that would happen and to make fun of the characters on the screen, since they were not allowed to talk to each other. Even Vegeta was getting into their game and having fun with it.
"Is that the end?" Trunks was indignant. "That moron! How can that be the end?
what a life! He was an idiot to begin with! I thought he'd at least get a LITTLE smarter before it ended!"
"Not possible, son. Some people are just born idiots," Vegeta was of course imagining Kakarot as he said this.
"Can we go now Dad?" Trunks asked.
"You'd better go...and hide!" Vegeta got a smirk on his face.
Trunks' eyes widened and then he smiled. There was a playful gleam in his father's eyes. Vegeta never played with him! It sure seemed like he was now though.
"What are you waiting for, Trunks?" Vegeta took a step toward him.
Trunks laughed and ran off, Goten not far behind. Vegeta gave them a head start, then started chasing them. "Don't knock anything over, your mother will kill us!" he called after them.
After a short bit the game had turned into hide-and-go-seek. However, Vegeta knew where both boys were hiding at all times. He was only playing along. "Hmm, now where could he be?" Vegeta smirked as he looked at the closet. He opened it, hiding his knowledge that Trunks was inside. Trunks tensed up, pulling himself closer against the wall. Vegeta felt around the side, not wanting to be obvious. Trunks moved away slowly until he hit the far wall. "Aw ha!" Vegeta felt his little stomach with his finger tips. Trunks squealed. Then Vegeta started tickling him and he broke out laughing. Soon he was rolling on the floor and his father was hovering over him, merciless.
"Dad...stop...I can't breath!" tears were forming in his eyes.
Vegeta finally stood. He had no idea what had come over him, but he couldn't wipe the wide grin off his face. Why in the world was he playing such childish games? He'd never done so before. What scared him was that he was ENJOYING it. He actually
LIKED playing with his son like this.
Trunks continued lying on the floor, trying to gain composure.
"Come on out, Goten, game's over!" Vegeta called. "I'm going to train for
awhile. Don't destroy the house or I'll be very angry," Vegeta left. He'd done way too much playing tonight. It was time to do some work. He hadn't trained like he'd wanted to earlier.
"Come on Goten, Dad's done playing," Trunks was finally able to sit up. He was still giggling and his sides ached.
"Now what'll we do?" Goten was feeling very hyper. He'd taken all the sugars from the restaraunt and him and Trunks had eaten them on the way home.