It was the 19th, and there was a fresh coat of pure white virgin snow on every lawn. Which meant no exception for the briefs's lawn. It was around morning, around seven o clock, and trunks was finished gorging on breakfast. Trunks went to one of the front windows and saw the sheets of thick snow on the wide lawn.
Trunks bolted towards his mother who was washing dishes. Before trunks could say a word, Vegeta came and stopped in front of Bulma.
"Bulma, you should be in bed recuperating," said the saiyan.
"Well, my fever has broken and I haven't coughed much, so I figured that I should be allowed to walk about at least, geez." Bulma then turned back to her dishes, ignoring Vegeta.
Trunks saw his opportunity to ask his mother what he desired.
"Mom!" Trunks said, "can we play in the snow?"
"I guess," Bulma replied, "But make sure you put on a thick jacket and some earmuffs!" Trunks was already bolting down the hallway, tugging his arms through the sleeves of his multi colored neon jacket and pulling purple earmuffs over his ears. He also kicked on some blue Uggs onto his feet.
Trunks waited for his mother to dress, persuade his father, and meet him outside. She was in a red turtleneck sweater and jeans, with fluffy tan Uggs, red knit gloves, and red earmuffs. Bulma seemed to be digging the color red at the moment. Vegeta simply came with a dark jacket and a blue shirt, sporting jeans and black shoes. Bulma wasn't happy with his decision in wardrobe, but didn't make him change.
The trio went outside, the fresh winter breeze invigorating. Trunks went the side of a car his mother owned and formed an icy ball of snow in his hands. He aimed it at his mother and quickly launched it.
Though trunks put a little much force and made Bulma stumble a tad. Bulma laughed and threw a snowball back at trunks, her aim untrue. It missed by several inches, landing in the cool ice particles on the lawn.
"Haha!" Laughed trunks, as his mother tried once more. She threw a volley at the small boy, none of them landing. Trunks saw behind Bulma his father who held a huge ball of snow. Trunks tried not to act suspicious as Vegeta prepared to bombard Bulma with the snowy mass.
Bulma continued throw after throw until her chest started to hurt. She stopped and laid a hand on the area of pain. Vegeta immediately slammed down the ball of snow on her. Bulma clambered out from under the pile and breathed slowly. She felt her energy deteriorate all of a sudden. She felt tired. And she hadn't even gone outside for ten minutes! She let herself rest, and waited for the chest pain to subdue. It didn't. She stood and felt weak. She felt her knees buckle and then Vegeta immediately came to catch her fall. He helped her up and he seemed alarmed. Only when Vegeta had said her name a third time had she regained her senses.
"Bulma!"
"Oh hey... I must be sicker than I thought..." she let her head fall on his chest as he carried her princess style inside. Trunks just stood holding a snowball, poised to throw.
"What just happened?" He said to no one in particular.
So trunks dusted his mittens away of snow and went into the house, careful to stomp the snow off his boots.
Vegeta placed Bulma gingerly on the couch, tossing his jacket on the coat rack near the door. He passed trunks who still seemed confused. Then he saw his father on the phone.
"Gohan?" Vegeta said on the phone, "what do you know about colds and flus?" Vegeta hung up after hearing a response. Vegeta turned to trunks and said, "Gohan shall be coming to help. I believe this is a serious cold, possibly a flu."
A couple of quiet coughs aroused from the heiress. She was breathing normally, but her chest still hurt. Then she felt a pain in her lungs. Then the pain had stopped a of a sudden. She sat up and wondered what was going on. She simply got up and went to a surprised Vegeta.
"Bulma, you shouldn't be up; you could be serious ill, which I believe is either the cold or flu. If you are able to walk then go rest in bed."
Bulma sighed and went up to her room. She laid down and saw trunks came in and lay a bowl of soup on her bedside table.
"Hope you get better mom!" Trunks smiled and made a peace sign with two fingers. Bulma smiled back. After her son had left, she looked at her soup. She hadn't eaten breakfast and was a bit peckish; but she didn't want to eat. So she simply rolled on her side and managed to doze off.
