"Trunks!" Vegeta called angrily as he stared into the oven.
"Yeah Dad?" Trunks popped his head innocently into the kitchen.
"What is this?!" Vegeta motioned to the oven.
"What?" Trunks asked.
"What is all this meat sitting in the oven for!?"
Trunks blinked. What was his Dad so mad about it? "You told me to put the food away this morning..."
"My exact thoughts! Now why is it in here?!"
"Isn't that where it goes? Mom always pulls the meat out of the oven at home...," Trunks replied.
"Oh for...," Vegeta's muttering became inadudible as he looked once again into the oven. "When I told you to put the food away, I meant put it back in the capsules! And NO! Meat does NOT go in the oven! It gets COOKED in the oven!"
"Oh. Well nobody ever told ME that!" Trunks defended.
"It goes in the re...," Vegeta trailed off as he stared into the refridgerator. "What
the...! Argh!"
Trunks watched his angry father with confusion. "I was only trying to do what you said, Dad..."
"From now on, stay OUT of the kitchen! It's obviously an environment over your head!"
Trunks frowned a little. "Fine," he muttered. "I don't know everything in the whole
world, you know. It's not my fault I'm only eight," he retreated into his bedroom.
Vegeta continued mumbling as he recapsulized the food, leaving some of it in the refridgerator and cubboards. Hopefully not enough time had passed for the food to really be bad yet. Once he'd finished that, he started dinner. 'Things could be worse. At least Trunks isn't a picky eater...', he thought to himself.
In the meantime, Trunks looked around the back room with the twin bed sitting in the middle. That's where he had found the TV and the videogames. There weren't any channels to watch on the TV, but he'd watched the only movie he could find in the room twice already on the VCR, and he'd beaten one of the videogames. It was far too easy. There were three more he was sure would be more challenging, but he didn't feel like playing them right now.
Instead he surveyed the scene. He'd already pulled everything he could find out of that room to see what potential there was to keep him occupied. The answer? Not much. Maybe the other room had more stuff. That's where his bag was and maybe on some chance accident Vegeta had thrown something interesting inside. A smirk came to his face as he got an idea. It wasn't the best idea he'd ever had. Heck, it wasn't even a GOOD idea, but it was mildly amusing and he was getting desperate. He would go on a candy hunt.
Since there was no chance of finding anything in the smaller of the two rooms, Trunks quietly snuck into the larger room and began digging through the closets. It was a very dull room. There were some extra blankets and pillows and a few old clothes in there, but that was it. The dressers proved to have more of the same, as well as a few pictures of Bulma in her earlier years. There was one of him too, but he was only a few years old in the picture and it held no interest.
"Hmm. There must be SOME candy SOMEWHERE," Trunks said quietly to himself. He didn't really eat candy very often. His father wouldn't let him. But he liked it. What kid didn't? "Well...it's a long shot, but...," Trunks began digging through the bags Vegeta had packed.
He started with the bag he knew was his. "What's this?" Trunks pulled out a pair of purple footsie pajamas, looking at it with disgust. His mother had bought those for him a year ago. He hated them! They were FAR too babyish for him, not to mention hotter than living on the sun itself! Why had his father put those in? Knowing him, he'd probably just thrown a bunch of clothes in the bag and not looked at any of them.
Once all his clothes were officially scattered over the entire room, he began with his father's bag. The first thing he noticed, however, was a box lying on top of all the clothes. "What's this?" Trunks asked himself. "Hmm," he smirked. "Any candy in there...?" he started to open it, hopeful.
"Trunks!" Vegeta's voice startled him.
Trunks popped up immediately, eyes wide, but slammed his head on the corner of the dresser and quickly fell back to the floor, scrunching his eyes closed and covering his sore head with his arms as his body shook slightly. "...Ow!...," he remarked through gritted teeth. "Why do have to sneak up on me like that!?" he cringed again.
"What do you think you're doing in here?!" Vegeta snatched the box out of his
hand.
Trunks was still in too much pain to care. He sat up a little, rubbing at his head and only opening one eye slightly. "I was looking for something... OW!! Dad, that really hurt!!" he scowled, turning to glare at the piece of furniture. "Stupid dresser!" he muttered.
"Stop your sulking, son, you're fine..."
"How do you know? Maybe I have a concussion! Maybe I'm gonna DIE!" Trunks sarcastically shot.
"Cut the dramatics, and let me tell you something before this night goes any further. Number one, open your eyes and take a good look at this room. Do you see it?"
"Yes," Trunks glared through one eye.
"See that bed?"
"Duh."
"THAT is a king sized bed. Got it? King sized bed."
Trunks rolled his eyes, still paying half his attention to the giant knot forming on his head.
"King sized beds are king sized so that KINGS can sleep in them," Vegeta grabbed Trunks by the arm and drug him to the next room over. "See that? THAT, is a SMALL bed, made for SMALL people, such as eight year old children with purple hair. Any questions?"
"Yes... is this bump bleeding?" Trunks moved his hair out of the way so his father could check.
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Oh for heaven's sake are you still sulking about that?!"
"Haven't you ever hit your head before? It HURTS!"
Vegeta roughly grabbed his arm again, pulling him into the bathroom and grabbing some ointment out of the medicine cabinet. Trunks watched as the he undid the cap, his eyes widening. Quickly he yanked his arm away and stepped back.
"No! Not THAT! Do you know how much that stuff BURNS?!"
"Then stop your complaining and DEAL with it!" Vegeta put the stuff back on the counter. "And tonight...sleep in YOUR bed. Which bed is YOUR bed?"
Trunks waited a few seconds to see if the question was meant to be answered. "Well let me think...could it be the 'SMALL bed, for SMALL eight year old purple haired
nothings like me?" he raised one eyes brow, cocking his head to the side as he glared.
He was almost surprised at himself, talking to his father this way. It wasn't his normal attitude, but boredom was really bringing out the worst in him. And his father didn't even care how much his head hurt!
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "Don't you give me any of that attiude, Trunks, I will NOT tollerate it."
Trunks sighed. There was no winning here. He was mad at his father, but if he showed it now, he'd get in trouble. Instead he just turned to face the mirror where he could scowl in peace and muttered, "Fine."
"And what were you looking for in there?"
"...nothing," Trunks wasn't about to reveal his candy search. He wasn't even supposed to HAVE candy, let alone be on a search for it. Besides. What was the harm in it? He knew he had next to no chance of finding any anyway. It was only a way to pass the time.
"Am I supposed to think you're not lying? Now, WHAT were you looking for?"
"Why does it matter, Dad? I wasn't expecting to find it anyway..."
"You have three seconds to tell me before you're getting a knot on the OTHER side of your head to match the one you've got."
"All right, fine, but you have to promise not to get mad..."
"One..."
"Dad..."
"Two..."
"Ok, ok, I was looking for candy," Trunks tried to scrunch his words together so they wouldn't be audible as he lowered his voice.
"Two and a half..."
"Candy, Dad! I was looking for candy, all right?" Trunks spoke up.
Vegeta looked at him accusingly. "Oh is that so, huh? And you were gonna find
it in MY bag?"
"No, but I already looked everywhere else."
"I don't eat candy. And YOU aren't allowed any either, now are you?"
"Well I knew I wouldn't find any, it was just something to do."
"Wash your hands, dinner's ready," Vegeta left.
Trunks sighed in relief as he turned on the faucet.
Dinner was quiet as the two sayains stuffed themselves. Trunks finished ahead of Vegeta and his eyes caught on a carton sitting on the opposite end of the table. He stared at it, almost mesmorized by it. It was a giant bin of ice cream! He glanced at Vegeta, but he was still eating. Trunks knew it was bad manners to eat dessert before everyone had finished eating. If he tried to eat it now, he'd only get banned from it. Again he glanced at Vegeta.
"Have some patience, son!" Vegeta was watching the entire thing.
Trunks sighed, resting his arms on the table and his head on his arms, vision fixed on the ice cream. A few minutes passed.
"All right, you can have ONE bowl."
"ONE bowl?" Trunks was a little disapointed.
"ONE bowl," Vegeta repeated. "The last thing I need now is you with a sugar high on a ship with nothing to do."
"But Dad, you've already got all that, except the sugar high."
"Precisely! I'm not adding THAT into the mix."
"Ok," Trunks hopped up from the table, opening the cubboard and pulling out the
punch bowl. It was so big he had to lean back to carry the weight of it properly. He couldn't hardly fit his arms half way around it.
"Oh no you don't! You put that back and get a REGULAR bowl!" Vegeta lectured.
"Aw man...," Trunks whined under his breath. He tried grabbing a pop-corn
bowl, but Vegeta shook his head at that too. "But, Dad, I didn't get dessert last night. Can't I just have TWO bowls?"
"You're lucky I'm letting you have ONE! That stuff is bad for you!"
"So? It's MY body..."
"And it exists because of me, therefore you'll treat it as I tell you," Vegeta cut him off.
'Great.' Trunks couldn't think of an arguement for that one.
Vegeta watched as the boy put scoop after scoop into the bowl, piling it high and then carefully trying to fill in the loose edges with any ice cream he could get without the whole mountain toppling over.
"Give me that!" Vegeta finally broke out of his trance and roughly grabbed the bowl, dumping it all back into the bucket.
"What? It was one bowl..."
Vegeta glared at him as he put three scoops in the bowl, handing it back to him. "THAT is one bowl. And you are NOT getting any more!" Vegeta quickly shoved the ice cream back in the freezer, muttering. "Children...they're just plain disgusting!"
Trunks shoved the spoon into the bowl, coming up with almost an entire scoop on it and shoving the whole thing in his mouth all at once.
"Trunks! Have some dignity! You're a PRINCE!" Vegeta lectured. "And as soon as you finish eating that I want you to clean up that mess you made with your clothes in my room and put them away in yours. And stay OUT of that box, it belongs to me and if I see even the SLIGHTEST evidence that you've been anywhere near it, you'll wish you were never born! As soon as you're through with that, take a bath and go to bed."
"Why, Dad? I'm not tired."
"You WILL be."
"If I'm not can I play some video games first? PLEASE?" Trunks practically
begged.
"All RIGHT, fine! But be quiet about it and if I catch you yawning even ONCE, you're going STRAIGHT to sleep, deal?"
"Ok," Trunks agreed. He'd just have to get all his yawns out in the bath tub. He hadn't taken any naps today and he really WAS a little tired, but he wasn't ready to sleep yet.
Vegeta retreated back to the control room, staring into the universe ahead, eyes rather wide. "It's going to take another month to reach Ghandis... How am I supposed to survive a month of THIS?" he asked himself in a low voice. 'Heaven knows I love that kid, but there's nothing for him to do here. He's gonna drive me out of my mind!'
"Yeah Dad?" Trunks popped his head innocently into the kitchen.
"What is this?!" Vegeta motioned to the oven.
"What?" Trunks asked.
"What is all this meat sitting in the oven for!?"
Trunks blinked. What was his Dad so mad about it? "You told me to put the food away this morning..."
"My exact thoughts! Now why is it in here?!"
"Isn't that where it goes? Mom always pulls the meat out of the oven at home...," Trunks replied.
"Oh for...," Vegeta's muttering became inadudible as he looked once again into the oven. "When I told you to put the food away, I meant put it back in the capsules! And NO! Meat does NOT go in the oven! It gets COOKED in the oven!"
"Oh. Well nobody ever told ME that!" Trunks defended.
"It goes in the re...," Vegeta trailed off as he stared into the refridgerator. "What
the...! Argh!"
Trunks watched his angry father with confusion. "I was only trying to do what you said, Dad..."
"From now on, stay OUT of the kitchen! It's obviously an environment over your head!"
Trunks frowned a little. "Fine," he muttered. "I don't know everything in the whole
world, you know. It's not my fault I'm only eight," he retreated into his bedroom.
Vegeta continued mumbling as he recapsulized the food, leaving some of it in the refridgerator and cubboards. Hopefully not enough time had passed for the food to really be bad yet. Once he'd finished that, he started dinner. 'Things could be worse. At least Trunks isn't a picky eater...', he thought to himself.
In the meantime, Trunks looked around the back room with the twin bed sitting in the middle. That's where he had found the TV and the videogames. There weren't any channels to watch on the TV, but he'd watched the only movie he could find in the room twice already on the VCR, and he'd beaten one of the videogames. It was far too easy. There were three more he was sure would be more challenging, but he didn't feel like playing them right now.
Instead he surveyed the scene. He'd already pulled everything he could find out of that room to see what potential there was to keep him occupied. The answer? Not much. Maybe the other room had more stuff. That's where his bag was and maybe on some chance accident Vegeta had thrown something interesting inside. A smirk came to his face as he got an idea. It wasn't the best idea he'd ever had. Heck, it wasn't even a GOOD idea, but it was mildly amusing and he was getting desperate. He would go on a candy hunt.
Since there was no chance of finding anything in the smaller of the two rooms, Trunks quietly snuck into the larger room and began digging through the closets. It was a very dull room. There were some extra blankets and pillows and a few old clothes in there, but that was it. The dressers proved to have more of the same, as well as a few pictures of Bulma in her earlier years. There was one of him too, but he was only a few years old in the picture and it held no interest.
"Hmm. There must be SOME candy SOMEWHERE," Trunks said quietly to himself. He didn't really eat candy very often. His father wouldn't let him. But he liked it. What kid didn't? "Well...it's a long shot, but...," Trunks began digging through the bags Vegeta had packed.
He started with the bag he knew was his. "What's this?" Trunks pulled out a pair of purple footsie pajamas, looking at it with disgust. His mother had bought those for him a year ago. He hated them! They were FAR too babyish for him, not to mention hotter than living on the sun itself! Why had his father put those in? Knowing him, he'd probably just thrown a bunch of clothes in the bag and not looked at any of them.
Once all his clothes were officially scattered over the entire room, he began with his father's bag. The first thing he noticed, however, was a box lying on top of all the clothes. "What's this?" Trunks asked himself. "Hmm," he smirked. "Any candy in there...?" he started to open it, hopeful.
"Trunks!" Vegeta's voice startled him.
Trunks popped up immediately, eyes wide, but slammed his head on the corner of the dresser and quickly fell back to the floor, scrunching his eyes closed and covering his sore head with his arms as his body shook slightly. "...Ow!...," he remarked through gritted teeth. "Why do have to sneak up on me like that!?" he cringed again.
"What do you think you're doing in here?!" Vegeta snatched the box out of his
hand.
Trunks was still in too much pain to care. He sat up a little, rubbing at his head and only opening one eye slightly. "I was looking for something... OW!! Dad, that really hurt!!" he scowled, turning to glare at the piece of furniture. "Stupid dresser!" he muttered.
"Stop your sulking, son, you're fine..."
"How do you know? Maybe I have a concussion! Maybe I'm gonna DIE!" Trunks sarcastically shot.
"Cut the dramatics, and let me tell you something before this night goes any further. Number one, open your eyes and take a good look at this room. Do you see it?"
"Yes," Trunks glared through one eye.
"See that bed?"
"Duh."
"THAT is a king sized bed. Got it? King sized bed."
Trunks rolled his eyes, still paying half his attention to the giant knot forming on his head.
"King sized beds are king sized so that KINGS can sleep in them," Vegeta grabbed Trunks by the arm and drug him to the next room over. "See that? THAT, is a SMALL bed, made for SMALL people, such as eight year old children with purple hair. Any questions?"
"Yes... is this bump bleeding?" Trunks moved his hair out of the way so his father could check.
Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Oh for heaven's sake are you still sulking about that?!"
"Haven't you ever hit your head before? It HURTS!"
Vegeta roughly grabbed his arm again, pulling him into the bathroom and grabbing some ointment out of the medicine cabinet. Trunks watched as the he undid the cap, his eyes widening. Quickly he yanked his arm away and stepped back.
"No! Not THAT! Do you know how much that stuff BURNS?!"
"Then stop your complaining and DEAL with it!" Vegeta put the stuff back on the counter. "And tonight...sleep in YOUR bed. Which bed is YOUR bed?"
Trunks waited a few seconds to see if the question was meant to be answered. "Well let me think...could it be the 'SMALL bed, for SMALL eight year old purple haired
nothings like me?" he raised one eyes brow, cocking his head to the side as he glared.
He was almost surprised at himself, talking to his father this way. It wasn't his normal attitude, but boredom was really bringing out the worst in him. And his father didn't even care how much his head hurt!
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "Don't you give me any of that attiude, Trunks, I will NOT tollerate it."
Trunks sighed. There was no winning here. He was mad at his father, but if he showed it now, he'd get in trouble. Instead he just turned to face the mirror where he could scowl in peace and muttered, "Fine."
"And what were you looking for in there?"
"...nothing," Trunks wasn't about to reveal his candy search. He wasn't even supposed to HAVE candy, let alone be on a search for it. Besides. What was the harm in it? He knew he had next to no chance of finding any anyway. It was only a way to pass the time.
"Am I supposed to think you're not lying? Now, WHAT were you looking for?"
"Why does it matter, Dad? I wasn't expecting to find it anyway..."
"You have three seconds to tell me before you're getting a knot on the OTHER side of your head to match the one you've got."
"All right, fine, but you have to promise not to get mad..."
"One..."
"Dad..."
"Two..."
"Ok, ok, I was looking for candy," Trunks tried to scrunch his words together so they wouldn't be audible as he lowered his voice.
"Two and a half..."
"Candy, Dad! I was looking for candy, all right?" Trunks spoke up.
Vegeta looked at him accusingly. "Oh is that so, huh? And you were gonna find
it in MY bag?"
"No, but I already looked everywhere else."
"I don't eat candy. And YOU aren't allowed any either, now are you?"
"Well I knew I wouldn't find any, it was just something to do."
"Wash your hands, dinner's ready," Vegeta left.
Trunks sighed in relief as he turned on the faucet.
Dinner was quiet as the two sayains stuffed themselves. Trunks finished ahead of Vegeta and his eyes caught on a carton sitting on the opposite end of the table. He stared at it, almost mesmorized by it. It was a giant bin of ice cream! He glanced at Vegeta, but he was still eating. Trunks knew it was bad manners to eat dessert before everyone had finished eating. If he tried to eat it now, he'd only get banned from it. Again he glanced at Vegeta.
"Have some patience, son!" Vegeta was watching the entire thing.
Trunks sighed, resting his arms on the table and his head on his arms, vision fixed on the ice cream. A few minutes passed.
"All right, you can have ONE bowl."
"ONE bowl?" Trunks was a little disapointed.
"ONE bowl," Vegeta repeated. "The last thing I need now is you with a sugar high on a ship with nothing to do."
"But Dad, you've already got all that, except the sugar high."
"Precisely! I'm not adding THAT into the mix."
"Ok," Trunks hopped up from the table, opening the cubboard and pulling out the
punch bowl. It was so big he had to lean back to carry the weight of it properly. He couldn't hardly fit his arms half way around it.
"Oh no you don't! You put that back and get a REGULAR bowl!" Vegeta lectured.
"Aw man...," Trunks whined under his breath. He tried grabbing a pop-corn
bowl, but Vegeta shook his head at that too. "But, Dad, I didn't get dessert last night. Can't I just have TWO bowls?"
"You're lucky I'm letting you have ONE! That stuff is bad for you!"
"So? It's MY body..."
"And it exists because of me, therefore you'll treat it as I tell you," Vegeta cut him off.
'Great.' Trunks couldn't think of an arguement for that one.
Vegeta watched as the boy put scoop after scoop into the bowl, piling it high and then carefully trying to fill in the loose edges with any ice cream he could get without the whole mountain toppling over.
"Give me that!" Vegeta finally broke out of his trance and roughly grabbed the bowl, dumping it all back into the bucket.
"What? It was one bowl..."
Vegeta glared at him as he put three scoops in the bowl, handing it back to him. "THAT is one bowl. And you are NOT getting any more!" Vegeta quickly shoved the ice cream back in the freezer, muttering. "Children...they're just plain disgusting!"
Trunks shoved the spoon into the bowl, coming up with almost an entire scoop on it and shoving the whole thing in his mouth all at once.
"Trunks! Have some dignity! You're a PRINCE!" Vegeta lectured. "And as soon as you finish eating that I want you to clean up that mess you made with your clothes in my room and put them away in yours. And stay OUT of that box, it belongs to me and if I see even the SLIGHTEST evidence that you've been anywhere near it, you'll wish you were never born! As soon as you're through with that, take a bath and go to bed."
"Why, Dad? I'm not tired."
"You WILL be."
"If I'm not can I play some video games first? PLEASE?" Trunks practically
begged.
"All RIGHT, fine! But be quiet about it and if I catch you yawning even ONCE, you're going STRAIGHT to sleep, deal?"
"Ok," Trunks agreed. He'd just have to get all his yawns out in the bath tub. He hadn't taken any naps today and he really WAS a little tired, but he wasn't ready to sleep yet.
Vegeta retreated back to the control room, staring into the universe ahead, eyes rather wide. "It's going to take another month to reach Ghandis... How am I supposed to survive a month of THIS?" he asked himself in a low voice. 'Heaven knows I love that kid, but there's nothing for him to do here. He's gonna drive me out of my mind!'