DISCLAIMER! I do not own Dragonball/Z/GT, although I'm glad I don't own Gt..Plug for my next fan fic based on an accident in training which leaves Vegeta to deal with an injured Trunks the normal way! So, as an offer of apology, I reluctantly agreed to take him to the park for a whole hour. It's lucky small children are so easy to please. After the relative bombshell that Gohan arrived to tell us, we headed out. I was quite surprised at my sons excitement over such a simple thing, but then again, I didn't really do that kind of thing very often, so it was a treat in his mind. I had never enjoyed going to public places. In fact, public places disgust me, the humans swarming like rats, wasting their time with such fruitless pastimes as baseball. I mean, who came up with such a pointless concept? Hitting a ball with a stick for points? I would hit that person with a stick if I ever met him in a dark alley. No, I would hit him if I met in broad daylight, I personally think he is asking for it. The only place I hated more was the supermarket, but I normally found an excuse to avoid that hellhole. I have recently been trying to persuade Bulma to shop online, but she has some strange obsession with going to the mall. It must be embedded in the female genome. Yes, well I figured that it wouldn't look very normal if Trunks and I started sparring in the park, and Bulma would frown upon it. So, I agreed to play football, of the American variety. It is the lesser of many evils that consist in sport, I don't understand the human obsession with it. Even Kakkarot was partial to the odd game. None the less, I was humiliated. Obviously Trunks had played before, when he wasn't "playing normally" with Kakkarots son.