Vegeta walked out of the gravity room, drenched in sweat and covered
with a new plethora of scratches. He was hungry as only a Saiyan could be,
so he trekked off towards the kitchen.
He walked into a war zone.
Dirty dishes were strewn all about. An entire raw egg was smashed on the counter. Newspaper was crumpled up and discarded on the floor. The kitchen was a mess.
"Bulma!" He yelled out, actually calling her name in his shock.
"What! I was just about to... Holy Shit!" She surveyed the kitchen.
"Before you say a thing," Vegeta started, "I didn't make half this mess and it's the brats job to clean the kitchen up."
"Ohhhh! That Trunks! He never does his chores, he never studies, all he does is play all day! That boy needs to learn some friggin' responsibility!"
"Trunks!" Vegeta yelled out, "get in here right now!"
The boy entered the kitchen and looked up at his parents.
"Look at this mess! It's your responsibility to clean this up! So why haven't you!" Bulma yelled at her son.
Trunks giggled.
"Insolent brat!" Vegeta yelled, "We do everything around here! We clean up after you! Wash you! Even feed you!" Trunks began to wander off, "Oh no you don't! You come in here! You're first punishment is to clean this up! No complaints, no stalling!"
Trunks didn't seem to care as he ignored his parents.
"TRUNKS! Look at me when I'm speaking to you!" Bulma screeched.
"What's all the commotion?" Mrs. Briefs said as she walk into the room.
"It's high time the boy was disciplined for his laziness!" Vegeta yelled, "He needs to help us around the house!"
"Oh I don't know what these two are talking about," She coeded at Trunks. With that, she picked up the infant and walked out of the room.
Just a short one, I wanted to put this one up for a while, I just love the imagery of Vegeta and Bulma yelling at Trunks when he's only a couple months old! Please be kind, and Rewind... Uh... Review!
He walked into a war zone.
Dirty dishes were strewn all about. An entire raw egg was smashed on the counter. Newspaper was crumpled up and discarded on the floor. The kitchen was a mess.
"Bulma!" He yelled out, actually calling her name in his shock.
"What! I was just about to... Holy Shit!" She surveyed the kitchen.
"Before you say a thing," Vegeta started, "I didn't make half this mess and it's the brats job to clean the kitchen up."
"Ohhhh! That Trunks! He never does his chores, he never studies, all he does is play all day! That boy needs to learn some friggin' responsibility!"
"Trunks!" Vegeta yelled out, "get in here right now!"
The boy entered the kitchen and looked up at his parents.
"Look at this mess! It's your responsibility to clean this up! So why haven't you!" Bulma yelled at her son.
Trunks giggled.
"Insolent brat!" Vegeta yelled, "We do everything around here! We clean up after you! Wash you! Even feed you!" Trunks began to wander off, "Oh no you don't! You come in here! You're first punishment is to clean this up! No complaints, no stalling!"
Trunks didn't seem to care as he ignored his parents.
"TRUNKS! Look at me when I'm speaking to you!" Bulma screeched.
"What's all the commotion?" Mrs. Briefs said as she walk into the room.
"It's high time the boy was disciplined for his laziness!" Vegeta yelled, "He needs to help us around the house!"
"Oh I don't know what these two are talking about," She coeded at Trunks. With that, she picked up the infant and walked out of the room.
Just a short one, I wanted to put this one up for a while, I just love the imagery of Vegeta and Bulma yelling at Trunks when he's only a couple months old! Please be kind, and Rewind... Uh... Review!
