"Hello Trunks," Vegeta growls back, and holds up the infamous Vegeta-
hugging picture "Care to explain this?"
Trunks looked at the picture and gulped. //I'd rather not// he
thinks but knows better.
"It's a picture...," he tries, biting his lip.
Vegeta looked like he was about to explode. "I know it's a picture,"
he snarls "Care to explain how it happened?"
"...no," Trunks replies weakly, scooting backwards in the air.
Vegeta grabbed Trunks by his shirt, his eyes glaring daggers at the
nine-year-old boy. "Sorry dad," Trunks says, hanging limply in the
air.
"You're going to be sorry," Vegeta promises and lets go. He points
in the direction of their house.
"Fly," he says gruffly.
Trunks whimpers miserably and does as his father commands...no point in
making him madder.
Trunks flies...not at all at his top speed. He was in no hurry to get
home. About two minutes of flying later, Vegeta was getting very
annoyed. "Fly faster," he commands behind his son, clapping his
hands together loudly.
At the sound of the clap Trunks took off much faster toward the house
and unfortunately they were there much quicker than he hoped.
"I'll go to my room...," Trunks said as soon as he walked in and
started heading up the stairs.
"Stop," Vegeta says sternly. Trunks stops in mid-step.
Vegeta walks over to the couch and sits. "Come here," he says, doing
his best at controlling his anger and not blasting his son where he
stood.
Trunks slowly walks back down the stairs and even slower to the couch
where he father was sitting. "Y-yes dad," he says, doing his best
not to run out of the room.
Vegeta glared at Trunks for a moment. He was ticked. Trunks had
hurt his reputation...and his pride. If he was still on Planet Vegeta,
he would beat his son to within an inch of his life and left it at
that...but this was Earth and that kind of punishment was frowned upon
and he knew exactly what to do.
He grabs his son's wrist and yanks the small boy over his lap. "Wha...
no dad I'm sorry," Trunks yells, knowing exactly what was about to
happen. This wasn't the first time he had been in this position.
"Its too late for that," Vegeta said, holding his struggling son down
with one hand and yanking down his pants with the other "Far too
late."
Trunks' underwear followed, leaving the boy's bottom totally
unprotected. "Nononono," Trunks cried, and redoubled his struggling
efforts.
Vegeta's hand came down and slapped hard against Trunks'
behind. "You disrespected me Trunks," he said, as his hand began to
move up and down, peppering the boy's bottom with stinging slaps "And
now you will pay the consequences."
Trunks yelped loudly as a particularly hard smack came down. "Sorry,
I won't do it again," Trunks yelled, though not very sincerely.
"I know you won't," Vegeta agreed and continued bringing his hand up
and down quickly and painfully.
Trunks whimpered, his feet drumming in the air. "Lemme go," he
pleaded.
"Oh, we're just beginning," Vegeta said, and began smacking Trunks'
upper thighs, moving up his leg until he got the infamous sit-spot
where he laid a series of painful slaps. He wasn't going to stop
until his son was in tears and truly sorry and with all the
punishment Trunks could take in training and in sparing that was
probably going to take a little while.
Vegeta's hand moved almost in a blur all over his son's bottom,
turning it from a light pink, to a rosy color and eventually to a
red, the whole time Trunks kicked, squirmed and yelped.
"I'm sorrieeee," he cried, tears forming at his eyes.
Vegeta's arm came back down, slower than before but much harder.
About ten smacks later Trunks was bawling and limp over his lap.
"I'm...sorry," he cried "I'm sorry..."
Vegeta hit his bottom once more than stopped. "I know you are," he
said, letting the child cry over his lap "But this is not the end of
your punishment."
Trunks stopped crying for a moment than started to bawl again as he
considered what that meant. Vegeta picked up Trunks and set him
standing in the corner, leaving his pants and underwear at his
ankles. "Stay there until I come back," he instructs and leaves the
room, leaving the sniffling boy alone.
About half an hour later Vegeta returned and sat on the couch. "Come
here son," he said, much calmer than before.
Trunks turned around and pulled up his pants than walked over to his
father. He had no idea what to expect. "I'm sorry," he says again.
"I know...but that still doesn't excuse what you did," Vegeta says, for
once fatherly "You disrespected me and made me look bad in front of
millions of people."
"I know...it was just a joke...sorry," Trunks says, looking at his feet.
"Well, that's why you are being punished. You are grounded for the
rest of the month...no games, no friends over...you have to stay in your
room...and I'm taking away your computer until I think you deserve it
back again. After of course you put this on the Internet," he says,
and pulls the picture he had gone to find.
Trunks took one look at it than at Vegeta. "No...please not that one...
I'm sorry," he pleads.
"No...perhaps next time you'll consider your actions before you do
something stupid," he says, smirking a little at his son's defeated
face "I'll make sure its up in a little bit...now march." Vegeta
pointed up the stairs to his room.
Trunks took the picture and sighed going up to his room.
The next week, a picture of a six-year old Trunks Briefs sleeping on
the couch, sucking his thumb and wearing nothing but a diaper, was
the most downloaded picture on the Net. Unlike most children, Trunks
hadn't been completely potty trained until he was seven. Only his
family and Goten's family knew about it...but now a good million or so
people knew about it.
Which was a fact that the grounded Trunks was not very happy about.
hugging picture "Care to explain this?"
Trunks looked at the picture and gulped. //I'd rather not// he
thinks but knows better.
"It's a picture...," he tries, biting his lip.
Vegeta looked like he was about to explode. "I know it's a picture,"
he snarls "Care to explain how it happened?"
"...no," Trunks replies weakly, scooting backwards in the air.
Vegeta grabbed Trunks by his shirt, his eyes glaring daggers at the
nine-year-old boy. "Sorry dad," Trunks says, hanging limply in the
air.
"You're going to be sorry," Vegeta promises and lets go. He points
in the direction of their house.
"Fly," he says gruffly.
Trunks whimpers miserably and does as his father commands...no point in
making him madder.
Trunks flies...not at all at his top speed. He was in no hurry to get
home. About two minutes of flying later, Vegeta was getting very
annoyed. "Fly faster," he commands behind his son, clapping his
hands together loudly.
At the sound of the clap Trunks took off much faster toward the house
and unfortunately they were there much quicker than he hoped.
"I'll go to my room...," Trunks said as soon as he walked in and
started heading up the stairs.
"Stop," Vegeta says sternly. Trunks stops in mid-step.
Vegeta walks over to the couch and sits. "Come here," he says, doing
his best at controlling his anger and not blasting his son where he
stood.
Trunks slowly walks back down the stairs and even slower to the couch
where he father was sitting. "Y-yes dad," he says, doing his best
not to run out of the room.
Vegeta glared at Trunks for a moment. He was ticked. Trunks had
hurt his reputation...and his pride. If he was still on Planet Vegeta,
he would beat his son to within an inch of his life and left it at
that...but this was Earth and that kind of punishment was frowned upon
and he knew exactly what to do.
He grabs his son's wrist and yanks the small boy over his lap. "Wha...
no dad I'm sorry," Trunks yells, knowing exactly what was about to
happen. This wasn't the first time he had been in this position.
"Its too late for that," Vegeta said, holding his struggling son down
with one hand and yanking down his pants with the other "Far too
late."
Trunks' underwear followed, leaving the boy's bottom totally
unprotected. "Nononono," Trunks cried, and redoubled his struggling
efforts.
Vegeta's hand came down and slapped hard against Trunks'
behind. "You disrespected me Trunks," he said, as his hand began to
move up and down, peppering the boy's bottom with stinging slaps "And
now you will pay the consequences."
Trunks yelped loudly as a particularly hard smack came down. "Sorry,
I won't do it again," Trunks yelled, though not very sincerely.
"I know you won't," Vegeta agreed and continued bringing his hand up
and down quickly and painfully.
Trunks whimpered, his feet drumming in the air. "Lemme go," he
pleaded.
"Oh, we're just beginning," Vegeta said, and began smacking Trunks'
upper thighs, moving up his leg until he got the infamous sit-spot
where he laid a series of painful slaps. He wasn't going to stop
until his son was in tears and truly sorry and with all the
punishment Trunks could take in training and in sparing that was
probably going to take a little while.
Vegeta's hand moved almost in a blur all over his son's bottom,
turning it from a light pink, to a rosy color and eventually to a
red, the whole time Trunks kicked, squirmed and yelped.
"I'm sorrieeee," he cried, tears forming at his eyes.
Vegeta's arm came back down, slower than before but much harder.
About ten smacks later Trunks was bawling and limp over his lap.
"I'm...sorry," he cried "I'm sorry..."
Vegeta hit his bottom once more than stopped. "I know you are," he
said, letting the child cry over his lap "But this is not the end of
your punishment."
Trunks stopped crying for a moment than started to bawl again as he
considered what that meant. Vegeta picked up Trunks and set him
standing in the corner, leaving his pants and underwear at his
ankles. "Stay there until I come back," he instructs and leaves the
room, leaving the sniffling boy alone.
About half an hour later Vegeta returned and sat on the couch. "Come
here son," he said, much calmer than before.
Trunks turned around and pulled up his pants than walked over to his
father. He had no idea what to expect. "I'm sorry," he says again.
"I know...but that still doesn't excuse what you did," Vegeta says, for
once fatherly "You disrespected me and made me look bad in front of
millions of people."
"I know...it was just a joke...sorry," Trunks says, looking at his feet.
"Well, that's why you are being punished. You are grounded for the
rest of the month...no games, no friends over...you have to stay in your
room...and I'm taking away your computer until I think you deserve it
back again. After of course you put this on the Internet," he says,
and pulls the picture he had gone to find.
Trunks took one look at it than at Vegeta. "No...please not that one...
I'm sorry," he pleads.
"No...perhaps next time you'll consider your actions before you do
something stupid," he says, smirking a little at his son's defeated
face "I'll make sure its up in a little bit...now march." Vegeta
pointed up the stairs to his room.
Trunks took the picture and sighed going up to his room.
The next week, a picture of a six-year old Trunks Briefs sleeping on
the couch, sucking his thumb and wearing nothing but a diaper, was
the most downloaded picture on the Net. Unlike most children, Trunks
hadn't been completely potty trained until he was seven. Only his
family and Goten's family knew about it...but now a good million or so
people knew about it.
Which was a fact that the grounded Trunks was not very happy about.