So you might be thinking, "Is she really going to do another one involving Vegeta and Bulma?" Yes. Yes, I am. However, this one isn't really a whole lot about romance. I don't really know how to describe it lol.

Theme #14: Judgement

(At the Briefs' house like a lot of these so far lol. Somewhat of an AU, but it would occur after the Buu Saga.)

"I am not going to that, and there is nothing you can say that will change my mind!" Vegeta crossed his arms and turned his head.

"Stop acting like a child!" Bulma scolded him. "This is your son we are talking about!"

He rolled his eyes. "I know, and I don't care. I am not going!"

She clenched the note from the school even harder, practically ripping the paper. "It specifically says on this paper that all parents who can make it should attend. You can make it!"

"I can't make it," he simply stated. He walked over to the sofa and had a seat, trying to leave the conversation.

Bulma wasn't finished though, and she followed him to the couch. "Why wouldn't you be able to make it? Hmm?!"

"I'll be training."

Taking a deep breath in and out, she tried to approach the topic at a new angle. "Look, I know 'Career Day' doesn't sound the most interesting to you, but I can tell that this is really important to Trunks. He needs support from his father."

Vegeta leaned back in the spot that he was sitting in. "Well, 'his father' doesn't even have a career, so it'd be pointless for me to show up anyway. You're the business woman. You go!"

"They're really emphasizing for everyone to go this year though," she explained. "They even said that if a parent isn't working, they should come and talk about other things, such as previous jobs or what they do at home now instead."

He kicked his feet up on the ottoman. "That's pretty inconsiderate of those who've lost their jobs. Then they'll just talk about how miserable they are. If a bunch of people are going to be whining half the time, I especially don't want to go."

She shook her head. "No. They're not going to be whining. That's why there's the option of talking about the jobs they've previously held!"

Vegeta snorted. "Great. I'll do that. You know what my previous job was? Blowing up planets and killing a bunch of people! I'm sure the kids will love to hear that!"

She sighed and put her face in her hands. "Would you stop being so difficult? You could also talk about what you do now. You can talk about fighting and martial arts and all that good stuff! That might interest the kids!"

"Even if I did go, there's no way I would talk to a bunch of children!" He shook his head to show his disapproval. "You know that this won't go well if I attend, and yet you're still trying to pressure me into attending anyway!"

Trunks ran into the room, interrupting the conversation. "Are you guys talking about the Career Day at my school? Because if you are, Mrs. Louie said that we need the forms turned in by tomorrow for who's going to be speaking."

"I know," Bulma told the excited 11 year old. "It's all on this note to the parents that you gave me." She held the paper out to show him, and after stopping momentarily to think, she got an idea. "Hey! I've got it! Why don't both of us still go, but I'll be the only one who signs up to speak?"

Vegeta was not impressed with her thought. "No. Even if I didn't speak, I'd still have to be surrounded by a bunch of bumbling idiot children."

Trunks looked over at his father with puppy-dog eyes. "Please? All my friends' Dads are going! If you go to this, I'll always train with you right when you ask me to. I'll always do what you say." He leaned in close to Vegeta and whispered in his ear, "I'll even give you a better present than Mom for your birthday."

"Stop being so ridiculous!" he shouted. Trunks backed away as his father turned to Bulma. "You can go if you wish, but I choose to not participate."

"I'll deactivate all of your training equipment," she threatened.

His eyes narrowed. "You wouldn't."

"I would, and I will if you don't go to Career Day at the school!" She smirked as she saw worry fill his eyes. "Think about it. This is just one day that you're doing this. You're not even the one who has to talk! All I'm asking is for you to show up and support your son. One day of doing this and you can use all of your equipment. If not, then I'll deactivate it." She left room for a dramatic pause. "Forever."

It was not Vegeta's favorite thing to lose an argument, but he was not willing to give up all of his high-tech equipment. She was right. It was only for one day, and all he had to do was show up. How bad could it really be? "Fine. I'll go."

"Woohoo!" Trunks exclaimed as he pumped his fist in the air. "I'm so excited! I can't wait to tell all my friends at school that both of my parents are going to be coming! Thanks Dad! Thanks Mom!"

As their son ran off in the direction of the kitchen, Bulma shot Vegeta a smug look. "See? What'd I tell you? It means a lot to him."

...

Trunks was filled with so much excitement and nervous energy that he could hardly sit still in his seat at school. He had a perfect view of the window where the hallway was and saw that both of his parents had actually shown up. As happy as he was to see both of them, he worried for his father. Vegeta was not very good when it came to...people.

"Alright class," Mrs. Louie said, getting everyone's attention. "I think it's about time we let the parents in now. Everybody stay in your seats as they begin to enter."

She walked over to the door and invited them inside. The room was suddenly filled with adults all along the edges of the classroom, and many of the students tried to wave to their own parents. Trunks grinned at his mom, who gave him a thumbs up, but Vegeta just stared at the ground with his arms crossed.

"Welcome parents," Mrs. Louie said, turning to the adults. "I'm pleased to see the amount of people who were able to make it this year. It truly is a wonderful experience for the students to get exposure to different career and job options as they grow older. The order of who's speaking is very simple. Based on the forms that were turned in, I created a list for who is speaking when."

She ran over to her desk and grabbed a clipboard. "Let's just jump right into it! To start, we'll have Mary Sue-Ellen talk. So just tell us about what you do, maybe some of the steps to get there, and perhaps what sparked your interest to do what you do...or what you did, depending on the circumstances. Please don't take more than five minutes though!"

And so the parents began to speak, one by one, taking turns according to the list that had been prepared. The only time the kids seemed to really enjoy it, however, was when the speaker was either funny or their own parent.

Eventually it was Bulma's turn, and she walked to the front of the classroom. Vegeta just stayed behind and leaned against one of the walls, but she gestured for him to follow her up there. He shook his head, and she gestured again. Not wanting to argue in front of everyone, he gave in and walked up next to her.

"Hi guys!" Bulma said cheerily. "My name is Miss Brief, and I'm Trunks's mom. This man standing next to me is my husband, Vegeta, and he is Trunks's dad. Anyway, I am the CEO of Capsule Corporation. How many of you guys have ever used or seen a capsule before?"

Hands all over the classroom shot up. "Awesome! That's part of what my company does! We create those capsules and all sorts of other devices to make life easier for everyone."

"What interested you to take this position?" the teacher asked.

Bulma smiled. "Because it was my father's company, I was actually the rightful heiress to it once he passed it down. However, that didn't mean that I didn't have to work hard. We work closely with lots of technology, so I had to learn all of that stuff before I could inherit the company." She had concluded her small description of her job. "Any quick questions?"

None of the students raised their hands, but some idiot dad raised his voice. "I've got one! Why doesn't the short troll doll say anything? Why is he even here?!"

That man got a few chuckles, and Vegeta tensed. His temper was short, but Bulma did her best to keep him calm by placing a hand on his bicep and giving him a look that said, "He is not worth it. I'll handle it."

She made eye contact with the annoying man in the back of the class. "Watch it! You're setting a bad example for not only your child, but for the other children in this classroom. What's your name?"

He had a smug look on his face. "Jeffery Livingston."

"Oh Dende no..." she muttered under her breath.

Vegeta could hear her though. "What? Do you know this man?" He kept a hushed tone, and many of the students and parents began to converse with each other as they waited for Bulma and Vegeta to leave the front of the class.

She made a face. "Not directly. His son, Jason, had been bullying Trunks a lot though. Now I see where his jerkiness comes from..."

"Is he a problem that I should take care of?" Vegeta asked, popping his knuckles.

Bulma gulped. She knew what he meant by "take care of." "No. No. It's fine. Trunks punched him and nearly broke the kid's jaw. I got a note from the teacher, and I discussed it with Trunks, but since that day, he hasn't complained of bullies."

He actually cracked a smile. "That's my boy. But this man over there. Is he a problem?"

Jeffery was getting impatient with the couple as he walked to the front. "There are other parents in here too, you know. Just go back over there. It's my turn to speak."

Vegeta turned around to face him. "We will leave when we wish, understand?"

"Looks like you can speak, troll-man. Those are some pretty bold words for such a short fellow too!" Mr. Livingston gave a nasty, nasally laugh.

Mrs. Louie could sense the tension rising between the two men, but she knew she couldn't do anything about it. She was only a teacher for these students, so she had no control over the actions of these two adults. Although she wanted to speak out, she realized that she would do more harm than good to the situation. So she thought it best to stay out of it and hoped that they would settle their dispute like reasonable, civil men.

Vegeta clenched his hands into fists. "Keep your thoughts to yourself, or I'll shove them back down your throat and see how you like it then."

Many of the kids in the class either laughed or ohhhed, depending on who they were rooting for. Trunks just facepalmed. He was worried something like this would happen. "Please Dad... Just stop..."

"Stay out of this!" he ordered. He kept his eyes narrowed at Jeffrey. "I'll let you speak, but let me be clear. If either you or your son says anything else that I don't agree with, then I swear I will-"

Bulma tugged on his arm and pulled him away from the conversation before he could continue the threat. "Just let it go. You've definitely scared him enough that he'd have to be an absolute moron to insult you again."

Jeffery began to speak. "Hello everyone. My name is Mr. Livingston. I am Jason's father. What I'm about to say might sound like it's a joke at first, but I promise I'm being serious. I work for a company that produces peanut butter.

"Now most of us don't just wake up and say, 'Hey! I feel like making some peanut butter!' and so I didn't either. When I was 18, they had an opening at one of the canneries, and I thought it would be a great opportunity for a job. After several years of working and many promotions, I now oversee everything that takes place in that cannery."

The prideful Saiyan scoffed. Fairly softly he said, "The man makes peanut butter. What a pathetic excuse for a job..."

Apparently it wasn't soft enough because Jeffery still heard him. "I'm sorry? Did I hear you tell me that I had a pathetic excuse for a job? What do you do?"

He gritted his teeth. "I don't do anything."

The man man a falsely surprised face. "Really? Did you hear that everybody? My job is 'pathetic' and this man doesn't even have one!"

"I don't need one. Bulma owns a large and successful corporation, so we have plenty of money with quite a bit to spare too."

"Letting the woman do a man's job while the man does a woman's job, I see. She should be staying at home while you did the work. I bet you just sit around the house watching little girly chick flicks all day! How about we send the woman back to the kitchen where she belongs, am I right?"

Bulma had now had enough of this guy's talk. "If there is one thing that I can't stand, it's a chauvinist pig! So you better keep your-"

Her husband shot her a look. "This is my fight. Stay out of it." He turned to Jeffery, fuming. Vegeta was the only one who could make comments at his wife's expense. This man had no right to insult either of them.

An eerie silence rang throughout the classroom as he slowly walked toward Jeffrey. With each step, Vegeta gritted his teeth harder and harder until they could've cracked. "I wouldn't be talking about a man doing a woman's work when you make peanut butter for a living. You see, I thought about making some retort along the lines of how someone like you should go find your own kitchen, but by the sounds of it, you're already halfway there."

"Making peanut butter is not a woman's job! It is a very complicated process and-"

"Obviously it's not too complicated if you can do it."

"That does it! You're trying to fight me? Huh? Is that what? Well, I'm warning you, I've been in boxing classes before, and I work out regularly at the gym! This'll be a good fight..."

"I'm pretty sure a 'good fight' would require it to take at least more than five seconds for me to beat you."

Although Trunks was somewhat embarrassed by the actions of his father, he also really wanted to see that jerk Jason's dad get pummeled. A lot of the other kids in the class were just as interested too. Excited whispering buzzing throughout the classroom as the students began betting on whose dad would win.

Trunks let go of all shame. "Go for it Dad! Show him what you've got!" He paused. "Or not all you've got because he'd probably die..."

Mrs. Louie had been pretty helpless the whole time, but she made her one attempt to control everything again. "Class! Please stay calm! Everyone stay in your seats as we get this situation figured out." She turned to the two angry men. "Can't you settle this some other way or at least somewhere else?"

"No!" they both barked at her in unison.

She stepped back and turned to Bulma for assistance. "Can you do something?"

The scientist laughed and shook her head. "Nope. Sorry. There's nothing we can do now. His temper has the best of him, and right now he's only focused on one guy. If I were to interfere, I'd probably become a target myself. I suggest we just let it play out on its own."

Mrs. Louie sighed. "I suppose so. I guess it's not everyday that you see two grown men fight each other either."

Bulma laughed inwardly as she thought to herself that she did see grown men fight each other all the time. Between the sparring and the martial arts tournaments alone, she'd had a lifetime's fill of grown men fighting.

Suddenly, Vegeta stepped back to where she was standing, and he flung his arm around her, which was odd because he wasn't one to make a lot of physical contact with her, especially not in public.

Out of nowhere, Jeffery went flying across the classroom. Nobody saw what had happened. Jeffery didn't even see what actually happened, but he knew he must've gotten thrown by that short punk. "This is your fault! You threw me across the room!"

"Really?" Vegeta asked. His arm was still casually wrapped around Bulma. "How am I supposed to do that when I'm all the way over here next to my wife?"

"You did! You did! I don't know how, but you did!"

"Can you prove that I did?"

"Well, I suddenly went flying across the classroom and-"

"But did you see me do it?"

"Um, no, but I swear-"

"Then I didn't do it."

Jeffery stood up and held his stomach. "Maybe you punched me. I don't know what you did, but I know that it was you! How else could I have gone flying across the classroom?"

Vegeta kept his arm around Bulma. "How do we know that you didn't fake it?"

"This is ridiculous!" the man exclaimed. "I don't know about you, but I don't just throw myself across the room for fun!"

"How about this," Vegeta slowly told him. He turned to face the entire class and asked, "Who here saw me throw or punch or whatever the man across the classroom?"

Nobody raised their hands except for one child. Jason Livingston. He threw his hand in the air real high and said, "I did! I saw it! You grabbed him and threw my dad across the classroom!"

"Your dad?" He smirked at the child. "Describe to me exactly how I threw him."

"Uh, you, uh..." He stood up out of his seat and placed both arms out in front of him and mimed a throwing action. "Like that! You just threw him!"

"Using both hands?"

"Yep."

"That would be a little hard to do, considering the fact that I had my arm wrapped around my wife the entire time." And it still was. Many of the adults whispered around the room, murmuring their agreement.

Vegeta wasn't finished. "So not only would that have required me to move over to him at an inhuman speed, I also would have had to take my arm off of my wife, which as you can see, I still have not done."

Bulma didn't say anything, but she knew that he had done it. He could've moved at an insanely fast speed that she wouldn't have noticed him removing his arm. She knew he had done just that. Although she didn't agree with his dishonesty, she couldn't help but admire his logic-driven persuasion methods.

She gave him a small smile. "You could've become a lawyer."

He rolled his eyes and said in a hushed tone, "I have no use for human laws. I just enjoying making unintelligent life forms, like this man, recognize how pathetic they truly are."

"Mr., um..." Mrs. Louie wasn't sure what to call him. "Uh, Trunks's dad, I'm afraid that I need to send you to the...principal's office."

He raised his brows and turned to face the teacher. "I have no use for the principal! I have done nothing wrong! You saw!"

She looked around the room anxiously. "Well, uh, yes...but you're disrupting the rest of the program. The other parents still need to talk."

"I-"

"Let's just go, Vegeta," Bulma said, looking into his eyes.

"But I-"

His wife cut him off. "I know. But maybe it'd be best if we just did as the nice lady said for right now. Let's go to the principal's office."

He picked up on what she was saying. They would not be going to the principal's office at all. Vegeta sighed and gave in. "Okay. Fine. But only because I'm wasting my time here with these insolent-"

She covered his mouth, afraid of what sorts of things he might spew out in front of all the children. Bulma was then able to usher him out of the classroom and into the hallway. She reassured Vegeta that they didn't have to go to the proncipal's office, and that they could wait outside the class for when the program was over so they could bring Trunks home.

Trunks watched his parents as they walked out of the classroom, somehow feeling both embarrassment and pride. But most of all, he felt judgement from all of his peers and the adults in the room for being related to those two crazy people. It was this judgement that distracted him from noticing that his parents stopped walking down the hall and stayed just outside of the classroom.

Just as the class began to settle down, Jason spat a nasty comment at Trunks. "Now I see where you get your loser-side from. Your dad."

Trunks had already beaten up Jason once before, and he wasn't afraid to do it again if it meant defending his father's honor. But Mom wouldn't want me to... He decided to attack him with his words, not his fists...for now. "My dad's the loser? Are you sure? Your dad's the one holding his stomach like a little-"

"Boys!" Mrs. Louie interrupted. She cleared her throat. "May we continue the program? Let's pick up from whoever was after Mr. Livingston."

Jason's dad walked away from the front of the classroom and someone else stepped up and began to speak. Trunks couldn't pay attention to what the speaker was saying though. Not with Jason constantly whispering in a taunting sing-songy voice, "Your dad's a loser, and so are you! Your dad's a loser, and so are you!"

Mom told me that I couldn't beat him up for making fun of me, but it's not just me that he's making fun of! He's also making fun of Dad. But I think that Dad would beat him up, and Mom isn't even here anymore to see what I do.

He smiled as he looked over at Jason. Light-speed, Trunks threw a punch at the obnoxious kid, who then began to cry. The lavender-headed boy was pleased with himself, but his teacher was not.

"Trunks punched me!" Jason sobbed loudly as he held his nose.

The teacher was done with these children. "I know. Trunks Brief, I want you to go down to the principal's office with your parents. I will be calling the principal himself so that he will be expecting you all."

Trunks shrugged and walked out of the class, pleased that he at least wouldn't have to hear from that sobbing idiot anymore. He was surprised to see that his parents were not in fact at the principal's office, but were standing in the hallway, just outside of the classroom. They had heard everything.

Bulma had her arms crossed and was furious. "Trunks Brief! You know better than to punch the kids around you!"

"But he was being annoying and making f-"

"Even if they are annoying."

He sighed and looked at the ground. "I'm sorry, Mom. He deserved it though..."

"Whether you think that kid deserved it or not is not up for your judgement," she told him angrily. She looked at Vegeta who was smiling at his son and rolled her eyes. "Like father, like son. Neither of your behaviors were appropriate today."

Vegeta patted his kid on his head. "Regardless of what your mother says, I'm glad that you showed that boy up."

"Don't say that!" Bulma exclaimed. "You're just encouraging bad behavior!"

Her son rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Come on, Mom, Dad. We owe the principal a visit!"

"I'm not going there..." Vegeta bluntly stated.

Trunks tugged on his father's arm. "If we don't go, I'll be in even bigger trouble. I don't mind getting into a little, but I don't want to be suspended again."

"AGAIN?!" Bulma exclaimed. "When were you suspended?! How come I didn't hear of this?!"

He laughed nervously as he began to walk down the hallway to the office with his parents closely behind. "Again? Did I say again? I didn't mean that... We better get going quickly!"

As they walked toward the front of the school to where the principal was, the three passed by several other classrooms. The strangest thing, however, was that one of the classes had a gaping hole in one of the walls. The small family's curiosity got the best of them, and they peered inside of the hole.

"Oh hey guys!" Goku called out from across the classroom. Chi-Chi was standing next to him with an unhappy expression plastered on her face. Goten looked back from where he was sitting and waved at his best friend. Clearly, Career Day was a school-wide program.

Vegeta smirked, quickly putting two-and-two together. "What'd you do this time to screw things up, Kakarot?"

The other Saiyan man rubbed the back of his head and laughed. "Apparently, I shouldn't be giving any demonstrations!"

"Goten's dad!" an authorative teacher-voice yelled out from somewhere inside the classroom. "I am sending you down to the principal's office immediately, where you will discuss the consequences of your thoughtless actions."

With the children of Goku and Vegeta attending the same school, it should not have been surprising that things just kept going wrong, especially since it was Career Day. The principal was going to have his hands full if both of the full-blooded Saiyan warriors were going to be in his office. And as for the consequences that they'll be faced with for the stupid choices that they've made? That's only up for the principal to judge.

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