Family Matters

                                                                                    By: Kishi

Fandom: DBZ

Comedy

Pairing: Vegeta/Bulma

Spoilers: None

Rating: PG-13

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Feedback: It would be appreciated

Story blurb: Vegeta and his son have a little…talk.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z or any continuations/variations of the anime/movies/TV shows/games/other merchandise, or any of the characters. I am not making any money off of this, or any other, fanfiction.

Warnings: Possible OOC, possible AU, short

                        "Why?" Trunks asked, looking at Vegeta.

                        "…Why what?" Vegeta asked, slightly annoyed.

                        "Why do you wear that spandex?" Trunks asked, pulling a little at it.

                        "It isn't exactly spandex." Vegeta answered.

                        "Well…still…why do you wear it?" Trunks asked, looking up at Vegeta.

                        "I wear it, because its comfortable, it doesn't restrict my movement and it can stretch if I need it to." Vegeta answered, reaching down and forcing Trunks to let go of his right pant leg.

                        "In case you get fat?" Trunks grinned.

                        "No." Vegeta glared.

                        "That's good. Mom would find out you always go over to Chichi's to get food, 'cause mom knows you don't eat the food you get at home." Trunks said, pulling on Vegeta's pant leg again, fascinated with its stretchiness.

                        "What??" Bulma yelled, stopping in the middle of the room, instead of taking the laundry she had in her arms into the bedroom.

                        Vegeta just raised an eyebrow at her outburst.

                        "You go to CHICHI'S to eat?? What's wrong with the food *I* make for you??" Bulma nearly screamed, glaring daggers at Vegeta.

                        "Dad says it tastes like manure. Whatever that is." Trunks said, letting go of Vegeta's pant leg and picking up a toy off the floor to play with.

                        "Oh he does, does he??" Bulma asked. "Vegeta, you're lucky that my arms are full!"

                        "I can put the laundry away for you, mom." Trunks offered, smiling sweetly. 'I can steal mom's diary, it's better than sex-ed at school!'

                        "I'm going to train…with Kakorott." Vegeta said, hurrying out of the house, wanting to get as far away as he could for a while.

The End

Author's note: I know it isn't that funny. My first attempt at DBZ comedy. Not that that's an excuse. :P