"I've had to for my entire life otherwise I would've been beaten senseless," Trunks growled.
Vegeta paused, this was a first, the brat actually defended himself for once.
"It's not like you couldn't take it."
"What's your point! I'm only eight-years-old! You won't even let me live a normal childhood. Or at least as normal as it could be."
"Are you deaf boy! I just paid you a, stinkin', compliment. If we were back on Planet Vegeta you'd be training non-stop!"
"Why, because I'm a Saiyan or because I'm a prince!"
"What is with the Twenty Questions!"
Trunks raised an eyebrow, "You know the game Twenty Questions?"
"Answer my question!"
Trunks took a step back, the word question had already been overused just those three times!
"Did you know about the animal testing that your mother has been doing?"
"No, she's been doing animal testing? None of the products are in need of any of those results."
"It's your crackpot grandfather."
Okay, is it just me or does this scene seem a bit weird? Trunks and Vegeta is on the school oval with the entire school several metres behind and they're just talking?
"What did grandpa do?"
"It's that stupid obsession of his, they've put the pink shirt on a monkey, tiger and horse!"
"The pink shirt?" Trunks questioned, all emotion lost from his face but one. Horror.
"And a bright green one, and an even brighter orange shirt. On two others."
A number of emotions flashed across Trunks' face at this bit of information. Horror, disbelief, amusement, pity and last of all fear. Bulma has a number of times tried to get Trunks into a miniature version of the "Badman" shirt for Free Dress Day at school. All times averted after some complications.
But this was bad, this was very, very bad. If she's been making animals wear the monstrosity, which is also know as the pink shirt, and other animals wearing other, just as horrific, shirts. When will she turn on her husband and son, sometime in the near or distant future. Or even tomorrow!
"You're going home early today. We'll search through all of the buildings and destroy every fluorescent shirt."
"Right, come on Dad," Trunks ran off to Student Services.
After having to scribble down a note hastily explaining that he's gonna have to leave early because otherwise he might be too emotionally wrecked for school. Then forcing Vegeta to sign it, then sign him out.
They see that no one's at Student Services and the office lady just turned around so they fly off back to Capsule Corp.
"So she's been doing animal testing?"
"With her father, something about reactions."
"Nonetheless, they won't be needing those results for future inventions for capsules. It might interfere with future experiments, but it's a risk we have to take."
"She's already gotten me into this. What else will she do?" Vegeta demanded, frustrated.
Trunks took a quick look at his father and quickened his pace, two seconds later arriving at Capsule Corp.
"Move it!" Vegeta yelled, "Start from the other side, search every draw, cupboard, wardrobe every single place and destroy every single fluorescent piece of clothing."
"Right," and with that Trunks sped off to the other side to begin his search.
Half an hour later, as there were so many buildings within Capsule Corp. despite their super speed, Trunks and Vegeta met up at their front door.
"So did you get everything?" Vegeta demanded.
"Yep, I wish you had warned me about those monkeys, tigers, horses, wolves and all of the other poor animals."
"You mean there's more! It's a damn conspiracy! They've both gone mad!"
"There has to be a way to stop them! The Cold Empire couldn't be resurfacing could they?"
"No. Their leaders are all gone, they're lost puppies now."
There was a pause between the father and son. Both going over the past events.
"They've both totally cracked," Trunks whimpered, "It explains now why she was suddenly so insistent of you getting a job after 8 years."
"It does, doesn't it?" Vegeta mused, losing his strong and prideful façade.
"Dad, what'll happen now? Are you still gonna go work at Hercule's?" Trunks asked, stifling a smirk which was trying to creep across his features, "Do you still have to pay Mum the child support and all that?"
"Maybe, but we have to find out how much they've changed. I refuse to leave you alone with either until we get to the bottom of this," Vegeta stated, ignoring the fact that what he just said sounded like someone had just replaced him.
"Dad… you do care," Trunks breathed, not being able to grasp the words his father had just said, "Or, what did you do with my father?"
Vegeta glared down at his son, "What are you talking about? Can't you feel that it's me and not someone else!"
'Yeah, but then again where did that idea come from?' Trunks wondered to himself, 'Maybe that craziness is hereditary or something, but why would someone want to dress like my father especially with his height and hair style?!'
Trunks smirked to himself at the idea of someone wanting to imitate his father. The idea suddenly seemed preposterous.
Then he found himself face first in the dirt.
"That's what you get for not paying attention when I'm talking to you!"
Trunks groaned inwardly, why did he have to stop paying attention in front of his father now! His mother will kill him for getting his uniform dirty!
Trunks got to his feet and dusted himself off before giving his full attention to his father.
"You should know better, now then, we have to go over to see Kakarot and his first brat. Nothing should be subjected to that monstrosity and we must warn the other last remaining Saiyans. The woman could've gotten to their mates. You go see Kakarot's eldest brat and I'm gonna go tell Kakarot," Vegeta ordered to his son, thinking that he could get in a spar while he was there.
"Right Dad," Trunks flew off to where Gohan was teaching.
To be continued…
