Bura and Trunks put on the masks quickly. Bura giggled quietly and the two
tiptoed behind the couch where their father was sitting. They could hear
the clicks from the remote control that he was pushing and the rustling of
his bottom everytime he shifted a position.
Trunks poised, ready to attack. Bura, seeing her older brother, did the same. "1.2." He whispered under his breath, "3!"
The two children, with their colorfully decorated masks jumped out, waved their little arms in front of Vegeta's face and shouted incoherent ramblings. He shrieked and screamed in a very high pitched soprano voice, he threw off the cushion that was on his lap, ran out of the house and slammed the door.
Bura and Trunks collapsed, laughing. Trunks clutched his gut that was hurting from the laughter, "oh, Bura! Did you see dad's face? He was so freaked out!" Bura laughed and threw back her head, "daddy's so silly!" The two siblings fell on top of each other, laughing gleefully.
Vegeta ran out of the house and panted. He stopped at the driveway and felt the sweat from his forehead. He suddenly wanted his mommy. But similarity of the little arms flailing in his face and the voices hit him.
"Trunks.Bura!" He growled as he turned and marched back to the door. The flushed look on his face had disappeared and now was replaced with an angry red shade on his cheeks. He slammed open the door and stomped towards the laughing children.
"Uh, oh." Trunks said as the grin faded from his lips and Bura stopped to see what her brother was doing. She followed his gaze, smiled happily and clapped her hands as her eyes met Vegeta's angry ones.
"Oh daddy! You looked sooo funny wunny! You big big big bum!" She shrieked, laughing. Vegeta cocked an eyebrow and the ice in his eyes melted a bit. He turned from his daughter and faced Trunks.
"TRUNKS!!!!!!!!!!!" He screamed. Trunks put his head down and tried to keep himself from chuckling.
Vegeta grabbed the collar of Trunks' shirt and glared into his eyes.
"Son, what do have to say about the humiliation you have caused for me?!"
"Uh." Trunks replied slowly. Vegeta tilted his head to one side and examined his son.
"Shut up and go to your room."
Vegeta faced the giggling Bura and picked her up carelessly. Bura, not knowing that our receding hairline protagonist was only extremely pissed off and ready to commit bloody murder, continued to giggle as he carried her up to her room. When Trunks was alone in their living room, he rubbed his nose gently and flexed his mildly sore neck. He sighed and dragged himself up the stairs slowly.
Trunks lay on his bed, thinking. He was levitating slightly when Vegeta knocked on his door, nearly breaking it from its hinges. Trunks fell from his levitation and sat up, stunned.
"Trunks," Vegeta said coldly as he entered his room. "I am a Prince. And I've never been afraid of anything or anyone." He paused as he watched Trunks tense up. "So this is.well, embarrassing." Vegeta closed his eyes and continued with more demand in his voice, "so please don't tell your mom about this, okey dokey?" Trunks blinked dully. His dad, the spandex obsessed man was begging him.
"Uh.okay." Trunks responded flatly. Vegeta stood up and patted his son on the shoulder. He turned and knocked over a floor lamp. As he bent down to get it, a loud rip alerted both of them.
Vegeta's bright blue tighties had spilt in half. Right down the middle of his buttocks.
Bulma struggled with the groceries in her cramped arms as she stumbled her way to the door. She fumbled with the knob and finally opened it. She laid the groceries on the linoleum floor and wiped her sweaty forehead with one hand. The house was unusually quiet.
"Vegeta-chan?" Bulma called, "Bura? Trunks?"
"Hi mommy! What yummy things have you bwought for me?" Bura cried joyously as she ran down the stairs, embracing Bulma.
"Bought," Bulma corrected her. "Honey, where is your daddy and Trunks?"
"Ummmmm.." Bura replied while looking through the plastic bags full of food. "Well, daddy is in his room taining or something." "You mean 'training' right?" Bulma inquired gently as she lifted Bura into the air and away from the bags.
"Yup." Bura responded eagerly, reaching for the bags.
Bulma sighed and put her down. She picked up the bags and organized them into the fridge and the kitchen shelves. Bura went up back to her room to play. Bulma made her way up to their master bedroom.
"Vegeta?" Bulma asked as she opened the oak door.
Vegeta, fumbling frantically through the drawers that contained his various colored spandex pants, was obviously not training.
Bulma cleared her throat loudly. Vegeta stopped and turned to her. He dropped the articles of clothing in his hands and stood up. He regained his dignified stature, trying not to let Bulma see the gigantic rip down the back of his pants.
"Woman! Never mind what I'm doing, get the supper ready!" Vegeta barked nervously. Bulma chuckled, closed the door and went in front of Trunks' room.
She couldn't help laughing. She saw a piece of blue cloth hanging down behind Vegeta. She knocked on Trunks' door and stifled her laughter as a solemn Trunks opened it and faced her.
"Hey, mom." He said tiredly. He leaned against the threshold and looked up to the smiling Bulma.
"Son, would you like to tell me why your father's favorite spandex pants are.ahem. ripped at the back? And not to mention the place it is ripped at?" Bulma asked, trying to choke on her laughter.
Trunks grinned back and invited her into the room.
"Well, mom. It started when you took Bura and me to the toy shop."
During the supper, everyone except for Vegeta shared the usual chuckle about the prank the kids pulled off that evening. Prince Spandex, being his usual cocky self, denied the incident completely.
And kept his denial even to the point when Bura and Trunks were both in either high school or college age. This family secret still lingered on, a side laugh on a boring day. Vegeta continued to avoid clowns until one fatal day at MacDonold.
Bulma stepped out of the car and was soon followed by a young and beautiful Bura coming daintily out of her side of the car. Trunks got out quickly and everyone waited for Vegeta to drag himself out and go to the family outing at the fast food restaurant. Bura flipped her blue hair and pulled Vegeta's arm, "oh, daddy! Come on!" Vegeta groaned and let her take her out of the car. The day was very warm and they had decided to go out and eat at one of those cheesy 'family grub spots'.
They walked in and found a spot near the window. "I can't wait to get out of here", Vegeta growled as he watched a handsome Trunks stick a fork into his napkin and then twirl it around in the air. "COMPOSE YOURSELF, BOY!" Vegeta screamed as Trunks had began to whistle and fiddle with the abused napkin childishly. Trunks raised an eyebrow and was hardly even stunned. But fairly heavy packed restaurant was suddenly silent and all heads turned to stare at the ugly hair-lined man and a purpled hair Greek god. Trunks hid his face with his hands embarrassingly and groaned. Bulma and Bura didn't see, they were too busy ordering food from a depressed looking college student trying to afford his tuition fees.
Bura and Bulma brought the 4 trays of hamburgers and drinks over to the table and sat down. Trunks gladly took a huge bite out of his burger and continued eating like a cow. Vegeta picked up his grudgingly, and before eating, returned an icy glare to the remaining staring eyes. They of course, were too intimidated by Prince Spandex's hairline to even look back.
The restaurant was packed with children running around, plastic indoor playgrounds and.a plastic clown. It was one of those stupid, scary clowns that would sit on one side of a bench and when you had to sit on that bench, you were forced to either sit on the other side, or on the clown's widespread lap (which doesn't seem right.). Vegeta was not afraid of that thing, but he and the other Briefs did not know that Ronald MacDonold, the restaurant's mascot, was visiting that particular restaurant on that particular day at that particular time.
Trunks poised, ready to attack. Bura, seeing her older brother, did the same. "1.2." He whispered under his breath, "3!"
The two children, with their colorfully decorated masks jumped out, waved their little arms in front of Vegeta's face and shouted incoherent ramblings. He shrieked and screamed in a very high pitched soprano voice, he threw off the cushion that was on his lap, ran out of the house and slammed the door.
Bura and Trunks collapsed, laughing. Trunks clutched his gut that was hurting from the laughter, "oh, Bura! Did you see dad's face? He was so freaked out!" Bura laughed and threw back her head, "daddy's so silly!" The two siblings fell on top of each other, laughing gleefully.
Vegeta ran out of the house and panted. He stopped at the driveway and felt the sweat from his forehead. He suddenly wanted his mommy. But similarity of the little arms flailing in his face and the voices hit him.
"Trunks.Bura!" He growled as he turned and marched back to the door. The flushed look on his face had disappeared and now was replaced with an angry red shade on his cheeks. He slammed open the door and stomped towards the laughing children.
"Uh, oh." Trunks said as the grin faded from his lips and Bura stopped to see what her brother was doing. She followed his gaze, smiled happily and clapped her hands as her eyes met Vegeta's angry ones.
"Oh daddy! You looked sooo funny wunny! You big big big bum!" She shrieked, laughing. Vegeta cocked an eyebrow and the ice in his eyes melted a bit. He turned from his daughter and faced Trunks.
"TRUNKS!!!!!!!!!!!" He screamed. Trunks put his head down and tried to keep himself from chuckling.
Vegeta grabbed the collar of Trunks' shirt and glared into his eyes.
"Son, what do have to say about the humiliation you have caused for me?!"
"Uh." Trunks replied slowly. Vegeta tilted his head to one side and examined his son.
"Shut up and go to your room."
Vegeta faced the giggling Bura and picked her up carelessly. Bura, not knowing that our receding hairline protagonist was only extremely pissed off and ready to commit bloody murder, continued to giggle as he carried her up to her room. When Trunks was alone in their living room, he rubbed his nose gently and flexed his mildly sore neck. He sighed and dragged himself up the stairs slowly.
Trunks lay on his bed, thinking. He was levitating slightly when Vegeta knocked on his door, nearly breaking it from its hinges. Trunks fell from his levitation and sat up, stunned.
"Trunks," Vegeta said coldly as he entered his room. "I am a Prince. And I've never been afraid of anything or anyone." He paused as he watched Trunks tense up. "So this is.well, embarrassing." Vegeta closed his eyes and continued with more demand in his voice, "so please don't tell your mom about this, okey dokey?" Trunks blinked dully. His dad, the spandex obsessed man was begging him.
"Uh.okay." Trunks responded flatly. Vegeta stood up and patted his son on the shoulder. He turned and knocked over a floor lamp. As he bent down to get it, a loud rip alerted both of them.
Vegeta's bright blue tighties had spilt in half. Right down the middle of his buttocks.
Bulma struggled with the groceries in her cramped arms as she stumbled her way to the door. She fumbled with the knob and finally opened it. She laid the groceries on the linoleum floor and wiped her sweaty forehead with one hand. The house was unusually quiet.
"Vegeta-chan?" Bulma called, "Bura? Trunks?"
"Hi mommy! What yummy things have you bwought for me?" Bura cried joyously as she ran down the stairs, embracing Bulma.
"Bought," Bulma corrected her. "Honey, where is your daddy and Trunks?"
"Ummmmm.." Bura replied while looking through the plastic bags full of food. "Well, daddy is in his room taining or something." "You mean 'training' right?" Bulma inquired gently as she lifted Bura into the air and away from the bags.
"Yup." Bura responded eagerly, reaching for the bags.
Bulma sighed and put her down. She picked up the bags and organized them into the fridge and the kitchen shelves. Bura went up back to her room to play. Bulma made her way up to their master bedroom.
"Vegeta?" Bulma asked as she opened the oak door.
Vegeta, fumbling frantically through the drawers that contained his various colored spandex pants, was obviously not training.
Bulma cleared her throat loudly. Vegeta stopped and turned to her. He dropped the articles of clothing in his hands and stood up. He regained his dignified stature, trying not to let Bulma see the gigantic rip down the back of his pants.
"Woman! Never mind what I'm doing, get the supper ready!" Vegeta barked nervously. Bulma chuckled, closed the door and went in front of Trunks' room.
She couldn't help laughing. She saw a piece of blue cloth hanging down behind Vegeta. She knocked on Trunks' door and stifled her laughter as a solemn Trunks opened it and faced her.
"Hey, mom." He said tiredly. He leaned against the threshold and looked up to the smiling Bulma.
"Son, would you like to tell me why your father's favorite spandex pants are.ahem. ripped at the back? And not to mention the place it is ripped at?" Bulma asked, trying to choke on her laughter.
Trunks grinned back and invited her into the room.
"Well, mom. It started when you took Bura and me to the toy shop."
During the supper, everyone except for Vegeta shared the usual chuckle about the prank the kids pulled off that evening. Prince Spandex, being his usual cocky self, denied the incident completely.
And kept his denial even to the point when Bura and Trunks were both in either high school or college age. This family secret still lingered on, a side laugh on a boring day. Vegeta continued to avoid clowns until one fatal day at MacDonold.
Bulma stepped out of the car and was soon followed by a young and beautiful Bura coming daintily out of her side of the car. Trunks got out quickly and everyone waited for Vegeta to drag himself out and go to the family outing at the fast food restaurant. Bura flipped her blue hair and pulled Vegeta's arm, "oh, daddy! Come on!" Vegeta groaned and let her take her out of the car. The day was very warm and they had decided to go out and eat at one of those cheesy 'family grub spots'.
They walked in and found a spot near the window. "I can't wait to get out of here", Vegeta growled as he watched a handsome Trunks stick a fork into his napkin and then twirl it around in the air. "COMPOSE YOURSELF, BOY!" Vegeta screamed as Trunks had began to whistle and fiddle with the abused napkin childishly. Trunks raised an eyebrow and was hardly even stunned. But fairly heavy packed restaurant was suddenly silent and all heads turned to stare at the ugly hair-lined man and a purpled hair Greek god. Trunks hid his face with his hands embarrassingly and groaned. Bulma and Bura didn't see, they were too busy ordering food from a depressed looking college student trying to afford his tuition fees.
Bura and Bulma brought the 4 trays of hamburgers and drinks over to the table and sat down. Trunks gladly took a huge bite out of his burger and continued eating like a cow. Vegeta picked up his grudgingly, and before eating, returned an icy glare to the remaining staring eyes. They of course, were too intimidated by Prince Spandex's hairline to even look back.
The restaurant was packed with children running around, plastic indoor playgrounds and.a plastic clown. It was one of those stupid, scary clowns that would sit on one side of a bench and when you had to sit on that bench, you were forced to either sit on the other side, or on the clown's widespread lap (which doesn't seem right.). Vegeta was not afraid of that thing, but he and the other Briefs did not know that Ronald MacDonold, the restaurant's mascot, was visiting that particular restaurant on that particular day at that particular time.