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It had been one of those dreaded dog days of summer. It was hot everywhere- from inside the house, to the gravity room. Vegeta had gone out to train and returned an hour later, muttering how damn 'humanized' he had become. Trunks had just been watching TV, and Bulla had escaped to the Internet. She went to a website where people wrote fanfictions on their favorite people. Under 'heroes', she found her father's name. She guessed it had been when he fought Cell, or something.
"What the?" she whispered.
Bulla read through the names and found one story entitled, 'Vegeta's Parents'. She clicked it and began to read. There was two chapters to it, one from his mother's POV, and one from his father's.
The girl was laughing the whole time, she thought it was hysterical.
"Trunks!" she called. "Trunks, come here, read this!"
Trunks came into the room and Bulla stood up so that he could have the chair.
"Read this," she said again.
As he did, Trunks started to laugh as well. He said something at times, like, "Wow," and "The hell?" Bulla laughed even more at his reaction.
"Should we let Dad read this? I want to see his reaction," suggested Trunks.
His sister nodded. "Hey Dad!" she called.
Vegeta came walking into the room.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Read this!" Trunks exclaimed. "But...prepare yourself."
Vegeta hesitated for a moment before saying, "For what?"
"You'll see," said Bulla.
Her father began to read, and as he did so, his eyes widened in disgust, shock, and probably anger.
"Who's point of view is this!" he demanded, about half way through the first chapter.
"I think it's supposed to be your mother's," said Bulla thoughtfully.
Vegeta continued to read. "My God, who wrote this?" he muttered angrily.
The siblings shook their heads.
"Is there one in my father's point of view?" Vegeta snapped.
"Yeah," said Trunks, and he leaned over his father to click the button to get to the next chapter.
Their father continued to read, and he narrowed his eyes as he did so. When he was finally done, he stood up.
"That," he said, "was shit. How does anyone know what my parents would say? Or think about each other? I don't even know what my parents thought about each other!"
"I know-" began Bulla.
"But I do know that my parents would never say this kind of thing about each other! 'The king was a sexy bitch'! What the hell! That's...it's...not right! It's sick!"
"Yes, Dad-" Trunks tried to say.
"I want to know who wrote this!"
"Why?"
"Why do you think? So I can kill them!"
"Well, we don't know, and it's just a fanfic, you shouldn't kill them over it."
Vegeta walked out of the room, muttering about how sick and wrong it was.
Bulla and Trunks turned to each other, grinned, and said, "I think he liked it.