Oinkie the Pig
Chapter 2
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Trunks looked up at the tall building of Capsule Corp., Oinkie in hand. He looked back at his mom who was still getting out of the car and spoke, "Where should I keep her?"
"I can build a little pen in the backyard for her, but you're gonna have to help."
"Then can we start now? I can't hold her much longer!"
Bulma nodded, "First let me change into something workable. Why don't you play with Oinkie for a little bit while you're waiting?"
"Sure Mom." Trunks lazily walked to the backyard where he set Oinkie down. "You better not try to escape! If Dad found out about you, you'd be our next dinner!" he plopped down on the grass next to the pig, and rested his head on one of his hands. He picked a piece of the fresh summer grass and started picking it apart.
"You know, I never knew I'd ever want a pig." He said, letting out a long breath.
Oinkie replied with a snort and started sniffing at the grass.
"You like grass?"
She didn't reply, but then started to sniff Trunks's lavender hair.
"Hey! Don't touch my hair!" Trunks shoved the pig off and fixed his hair back. Oinkie squealed and started to move her little legs across the yard.
"Get back here this instant!" Trunks started running after her, only being out-smarted every time he went to grab her. "No! Anything but the gravity room!!"
Oinkie dove forward, running into the doors and collapsing. Trunks shrieked and grabbed her, then threw her to the side.
The doors of the GR opened and out came a fuming Vegeta. "Boy! What the hell was that!?"
"Nothing, Dad!"
"Well whatever it was, I don't want it happening again! It made a dent in the doors!"
"It won't happen ever again!"
Vegeta mumbled something under his breath before returning to his training.
Trunks let out a sigh of relief and turned to the direction he threw Oinkie, to find that she wasn't there. "Oh crap." He then flew up above the trees to look over the whole C.C. area, to find Oinkie by the trash cans. He flew down to her, and scooped her up. He sat her back down where he originally was, and waited for his mother to show back up.
"Don't ever do that again!"
Oinkie looked up at Trunks's frowning face and frowned in a pig way.
While she stared up at him with her cute little piggy face, Trunks couldn't help but to hug her. "Aw, I didn't mean to yell at you."
He kept his hold, until he realized what he was doing. His pride pushed forward and he let go.
'I can't love a pig.' He though, looking around to make sure someone didn't notice. He saw his mother coming back with a tool case and a couple capsules in her hands.
"About time!" Trunks said, getting up to help Bulma set up. "Where should I put Oinkie?"
"Hold her for a sec, I'll make a little pen." Bulma pulled out one capsule and opened it. Poof! A pile of wood stacks appeared. She picked out 6 of them, and stuck the sharp ends into the ground creating a small square pen to hold Oinkie in until they were done.
Trunks gently placed the pig into the small pen and looked at all of the tools and wood his mother set out to build one small simple house.
"How big is it gonna be?" he asked, picking up a few pieces of wood.
"Well, do you want her to live a happy, fun life?"
"I guess…"
"Then we shall make a fine house for thy pig!" Bulma dramatically pointed a finger up to the sky and began to work. "Trunks dear, could you hand me that hammer there?"
Trunks did so and continued to watch.
"Thank you."
"So, I guess I'm not helping?"
"Yes you are! Can you hold this piece up for me?"
Trunks groaned and obeyed.
By the time they were done, Oinkie's house, Trunks was dead beat and Bulma was panting like a dog.
"Well, I think… we're done." She breathed out.
The house was solidly made, with no loose parts to be found. The fence was about one and a half feet high, with a hole for Oinkie to stick her head out in. There was a little shed that she could run into if it were to ever rain. But what they forgot about was Vegeta. He would notice this any day.
"Yea, I think we're done." Trunks dragged over to Oinkie's temporary pen, and used the rest of his strength to pick her up and place her in her new home.
"There. You like your new house?" he said, sitting down by the fence.
Oinkie replied with a snort and hopped around the area. Bulma smiled but then remembered her husband.
"Oh, I completely forgot!"
"What?"
She smacked her face and mumbled, "Your father! I knew this wasn't going to work out!"
"Aw, Mom! Now what are we gonna do?"
Bulma thought for a minute, thinking of a way to tell her stubborn husband why he should let Trunks have a pig.
"I know! We can tell him that Oinkie will be one of your sparring partners, and that it has the ability to fly!"
Trunks sweat dropped. "Uh, he's not going to believe that…"
"Then we'll just tell him that if he doesn't let you have a pig, he won't get food ever again. Never."
"Wow. That's harsh…"
"Yes, and until he figures out there's a pig in the yard, we're going to keep this a secret as long as we can."
Trunks nodded in agreement and looked back at Oinkie who was rolling in her fresh mud puddle.
"I'm hungry." He said, walking off to the back doors.
"I'll make you lunch." Bulma said, following after.
Vegeta
Meanwhile, Vegeta was having his own hunger problems in the gravity room. The Saiyan prince turned the gravity back to normal and went outside to go and get something to eat. Of course, the woman had to make it. He walked over to the doors and found that Bulma and Trunks were already eating at the table, talking about something dealing with a… pig?
"Woman, I'm hungry."
"Can't you ever just get it yourself?" Bulma sighed and went to the fridge to pull out an already made chicken.
"Chicken?" she asked, putting it in the microwave.
"Whatever." Vegeta sat down across from his son and looked long and hard at the boy. "Is there something you want to tell me?"
Trunks stopped and hesitantly shook his head. "No."
"Then why does it look like you're up to something?"
"I'm not."
Vegeta looked suspiciously at Trunks and then started to eat his chicken when Bulma placed it in front of him. He ate fast as usual, inhaling it all down.
"So, Trunks, the weather's fine today, isn't it?" Bulma took a small bite of her macaroni and looked over at Trunks, waiting for an answer.
"Yea, Mom. Sure is." Trunks took a small bite too and peered up at Vegeta who was watching the two.
"Spit it out!" he demanded.
Bulma was the first to speak, seeming quite relaxed. "Vegeta, you know how much Trunks always wanted a pet, right?"
Vegeta nodded and continued to stare suspiciously.
"So, we went out to buy one earlier this morning."
"And?"
"And the pet happens to be a pig…"
"A PIG!? What do you mean PIG?!" Vegeta stood out of his seat and gritted his teeth. "Where the hell are we going to keep a PIG?!"
"Well, you see, we already built a home for her, and we forgot that you wouldn't like having a pig around."
"And where is that home?"
"Out in the yard… but don't worry! Oinkie won't be able to get out at all, or ruin your training!"
"Oinkie?!"
"Hey, I like that name!" Trunks stood up for himself and stared daggers at his father.
"Brat, you're lucky I'm letting you keep the damn thing! But it's gonna be pork meat if you don't keep training!"
Trunks snapped his fingers and sat back down, finishing the rest of his meal.
Bulma smiled and also sat back down to finish hers.
Vegeta just sat down and hit his head on the table continuously until he felt it was okay to stop.
Trunks and Bulma looked at each other and gave a thumbs up.
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How was dat? It was pretty fun to write! R&R!!!
