Morning:

It was another new day; Bulma's night out with her girlfriends had really boosted her self- esteem. Not just that, but her talk with Chichi had given her new hope for a better relationship with her son.

"Hmmm…Hm…Hmmmm!" Bulma hummed happily. The sweet bluennette was preparing a lovely breakfast for her family, the pan sizzling as she whipped up a fantastic meal.

As the woman hummed away at the stove, her violet-haired son finally made an appearance, his gray business suit making him look extra dapper.

"Good morning, Trunks!" Bulma beamed happily at him, her general love of life at the moment shining through her every feature.

The man stopped for a moment before continuing on his path through the kitchen, and with some reluctance, he returned his Mother's greeting. "Good morning, Bulma…"

"Honey? Aren't you going to stay and have some breakfast?" She turned to him with the pan in her hands. "I made pancakes!"

"No, Bulma, I need to get to work." Trunks made for the door, but Vegeta caught him before he got there.

"Boy, do as your Mother says and sit down for breakfast." The saiyan prince scowled at him. If there was anyone who could make the violet-haired man break; it was his Father.

"Ergh…" Trunks seemed to think it over in his mind before at last sitting down at the breakfast table, taking the seat as far away as possible from the woman who loved him like no other.

The others sitting down around him, Bulma set their plates on the table, and they all dug into a delicious pancake breakfast.

The meal was rather intense for a morning meal. No one was really saying anything besides the usual "pass this" and "pass that". Thankfully Bra was able to empty her mouth long enough to begin the conversation that was so very much needed right now.

"Sooooo…Daddy, how is your training going?" Bra smiled up at her Father, already knowing the answer that was to come, her lips pursed with suspense.

"How do you think it's going?" The spikey-haired man shot back, bits of pan cake trying to escape his maw.

"Oh, Daddy!" The girl giggled at her Father's lack of self-control when eating. She really loved goofing around with him like this.

Seeing as how her daughter had broken the ice, Bulma decided to make her move with Trunks. "Trunks?" She got his attention, his violet hair moving as he looked up at her from his stack. "Would you like some more orange juice?" She held the jug in her hand.

Once again, the man seemed to mull it over with himself before replying. "Sure, why not?" He decided to chance it, even if he didn't fully trust her. I guess it's been long enough since she last screwed up…the least I can do is give her this cha-

"OOPS!" Bulma put her hand over her mouth as she fumbled the jug, the vast majority of its contents pouring out and dousing the man's gray suit in orange liquid. The effects of her drinking arising once again…

"BULMA! Look what you've done!" Trunks shot up from the table, the bluennette backing off a bit to give him some room, her face blushing a light pink color. She was mortified. "What the hell is wrong with you? I said I wanted some juice, not a damn shower!" He tried to wipe it off with a napkin, but to no avail, it was soaked in deep.

"Aw, will you relax already, Trunks?" Bra took another bite of her breakfast. "It was just an accident; Mommy didn't do it on purpose."

Setting the empty jug down on the table with a 'clunk' Bulma rushed over to her son, desperately wiping him with a paper towel. "Honey, I'm so sorry!" She did her best to help clean him, but her efforts were even less fruitful than his.

"Gah!" He shook her caring hands off of him. "Would you get off? And stop calling me "honey!" I'm NOT a baby!"

"Well you sure are acting like one…" Bra muttered under her breath, her blue eyes looking over her angry brother with distain.

Pulling out his chair, Trunks made to leave the room, to go back upstairs and get a fresh suit on for work; leaving his saddened mother where he had stood.

Finally having enough of what was going on, Vegeta stood up to deal with his son. "Boy!" He yelled after him.

"WHAT Now, Father? I need to change for work!" Trunks turned around after getting as far as the living room.

"Boy, you need to get BACK in here and make things right with your Mother! I can't stand this bullshit of yours any longer!" Vegeta sounded pissed, but so was Trunks and this time he was in no mood to back down.

Turning on Vegeta, Trunks explained his side; well more like yelled his opinion. "But, Father! She is a walking disaster zone! How can you not see that?" His eyes blazed at him. "No matter what she does all that ends up happening is a huge mess! AGHH!" The man's violet hair shocked yellow for a moment, causing his sister to drop her fork.

Dende, I have never seen Trunks do that before… She stared wide-eyed at his almost transformation.

"BOY! I SAID GET BACK IN HERE AND MAKE THINGS RIGHT!" Vegeta bellowed at him, his energy beginning to rise.

"GAH! You just don't get it!" Trunks continued to grow farther and farther away from the rest of his family. "I can't stand being around that woman anymore! If she isn't breaking something, she is spilling something, and if not that, then losing something else!" His composure was starting to crack.

Bulma found herself entranced by the emotions leaking out of him, escaping his usually cool demeanor and speaking to her and her alone.

"She is NOTHING like she used to be! And certainly NOT the woman I used to look up to!" Trunks' words hit her like a bullet through the brain. She knew what she needed to do now, the only way to even have a chance at earning back her son's love.

"TRUNKS, I SAID!-" Vegeta tried to go on, but the younger man would have none of it.

"NOTHING!" He screamed one last time, the wind from his roar causing Bulma to steady herself against the table.

All their eyes on him, they could only watch as Trunks climbed the stairs, work seemingly the only thing he cared about now.

Things were silent for a moment before Bra spoke up.

"Mommy?..." Bra gazed up at her Mother, wondering what she was thinking.

I'm sorry…Trunks… Bulma felt tears in her eyes as she jotted down in her head what was to be done. I promise I won't fail you again…my baby…