Previously…
"Morning Trunks," she said, focusing on Vegeta who was still rooting through the fridge.
He didn't reply, still laughing from seeing his own father dressed like his worst enemy.
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Can't blame him though, I mean, how would you react if your stubborn as hell, prideful father walked into the kitchen one day dressed like his rival and was actually looking for his own breakfast instead of screaming for his wife to make him some?
(A/N: And, class that would be called an illogical train of thought. Any questions? *rolls eyes*)
Vegeta kept looking for something to eat as if nothing around him was actually happening.
Bulma shifted her gaze slightly to look at the clock.
"Trunks, you're gonna be late for school! It's the first day of Term, hurry up and get dressed!"
"Yes Mum," Trunks, hurriedly, obeyed. Rushing upstairs to get ready for school.
(A/N: I had something else in mind but it wouldn't work so I just did this. Does America go back to school around June? I'm not too sure, but since DBZ is set in a totally different world just bear with me.)
Bulma looked at Vegeta again who was starting to pile up food out of the fridge.
"Do you need a hand with all that?" she asked sweetly.
The only response from Vegeta was a raised eyebrow that was hidden behind all the food.
She was bashing him up just last week! What was with suddenly acting so sweet? Please, it couldn't have been a mood swing. Sure, she acts like she's on a permanent period, but hey! If you were female wouldn't you if you were married to Vegeta?
(A/N: Those comments were in no way meant to be considered sexist or offensive in any way. AND I'm just saying about how Vegeta always acts like he deserves the absolute best of everything and all that Saiyan Prince junk. Like, wouldn't you be grumpy if he practically treated you like dirt for 7 years straight? These are all my views, you wanna argue with me then fine, send me an email. My address is at the top.)
"Mum, where's my shirt!" Trunks yelled.
"It's in the dresser!" Bulma yelled back.
"Checked that!"
"Well check it again!"
"Found it!"
"Where was it!"
"…"
"Well?"
"Under my bed."
"I told you to clean under there two weeks ago!"
"…"
"Trunks?"
"Yes, Mother?" he squeaked.
"Come downstairs."
"I'm not dressed yet!"
"Then come down when you are!"
"Yes, Mother!"
A few minutes and grumbling later Trunks came down in his uniform carrying his school bag.
"Mum, why'd you make me go to an all-boys private school?" he whined, tugging at the shirt.
"So you could get a good education."
"But I'd get an even better one if you taught me yourself!"
"I'm too busy for that. I have to maintain Capsule Corp. and actually support our family unlike your father," she sneered at Vegeta's direction.
"Take that back!" the prince screamed.
She would've given him the finger but Trunks was there so she had to hold back.
"Vegeta, you look so much like Goku why don't you go fly over there and see if Chi Chi can tell you apart."
"Stupid suggestion Onna. You should know that she'd be able to tell who her mate was easily. AND I DON'T LOOK LIKE THAT THIRD-CLASS BAKA!!!!!"
"Sure you don't Vegeta."
"And you call yourself a genius."
"Muuuuum, where's my lunch?" asked Trunks, looking slightly amused at the argument between his parents. It was different, that's for sure.
"Your lunch? I didn't have enough time to make one, can't give you money cause you'll clean out the canteen and I refuse to have you scab other kids for food. Look, I'll just come by at lunchtime, okay?"
"'kay Mum. See ya!" Trunks rushed out the door and flew off to school, barely resisting the urge to make a crack at his father, knowing that he'd be incapable of going to school and having to listen in the sidelines while his mother went banshee. (Did that make sense?)
"Seriously Onna, he'd learn so much more if you let me teach him-"
"-about what? Fighting and the Saiyan race and-" Bulma interrupted.
"-the boy deserves it! He deserves to learn about the race which flows through his blood instead of learning all of this nonsense which will NOT help in his life!"
"What! When you teach him about Saiyans he'll be as arrogant and prideful as you since he's the almighty Prince of the Saiyans! He lives on Earth and should learn about his home planet! Not about a dead race which is, barely, surviving now! After the alien tyrant who they were blindly obeying decided to destroy them!"
A vein decided to start visibly throbbing out of his forehead as he did his best to maintain his rage. Knowing fully well that destroying any part of the building would get him an earful, the couch, nothing to train in, no food and worst of all… a trip to the mall. She might be getting him purple pants to match with the pink 'Badman' shirt. In his mind, no man should be subjected to wearing that… thing! But in Bulma's reasoning Vegeta wasn't a man, but a monkey. (No pun intended about the Oozaru transformation. It's her way of saying, "I'm bonded with an idiot.")
But to this Vegeta's reply was, "So you make a monkey wear the horrendous thing?"
"Yeah, wanna see?"
At that all Vegeta could do was stare at his mate in utter horror and disbelief. For once feeling pity in a good way, saying over and over again in his mind hiding the thoughts from his wife, "Those poor monkeys, those poor, poor monkeys. Absolutely nothing should be subjected to wearing that monstrosity."
When Vegeta hadn't responded she seized his hand and led him to one of the labs. He had known the woman for a long time, but never knew of this, "Those poor, poor monkeys…"
To be continued…
