DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBZ.
Trunks sat on his couch watching television.
"I'm bored," He said to himself as he shifted around uncomfortably.
All of a sudden, Vegeta past by the couch in his regular fighting clothes. Everybody knows that he is going to the Gravity Room. Trunks dreaded those times where Vegeta told him to train along,
"BRAT!" The Saiyan Prince yelled. "You are a disgrace to the Saiyan race. Get up and train with me!"
Trunks rolled his eyes and groaned. Then he had an idea.
"Um…mom said I have to…uh, go to the dentist…Yah! That's it!"
"She said that, Brat?" Vegeta said, eyeing him. "Well then, darn Woman!" Then he walked past Trunks and in to the Gravity Room.
Trunks turned on the TV. As he was flipping through channels, Bulma came in. "Hey, Mom," He mumbled. Bulma was carrying suitcases and bags, but Trunks didn't notice that.
"Hello Trunks. I'm leaving to go for a business trip."
Trunks, not listening, just nodded and said "Bye, Mom."
"Oh, and Trunks," Bulma hollered as she headed towards the door, "I have very bad news. I will be gone for 5 weeks. You will be staying with… Your dad."
Trunks' eyes popped wide, almost out of their eyes sockets.
"WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"