Prompt: Orange
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
"It's my costume for Halloween," the six-year-old responded happily. "I wanted to show all the kids in my class how awesome of a dad you are! I mean, I know I can't tell them that you helped save the world and all, but I can still tell them that you're like a superhero to me, right?"
Vegeta broke eye contact with his son at the mention of his actions so long ago. Opting to take in the visage of the boy dressed in battle gear. If it hadn't been for the lavender hair and blue eyes, Vegeta would swear that he was staring at a child version of himself. He knew he wasn't, though. His child would never have to know the suffering of living under a tyrant. "Hmm." Well, he was certain Bulma was quite strict on the boy.
"So what do you think, Dad? Mom said I look almost exactly like you when I first tried it on."
"I suppose it suits you. After all, you are of Saiyan blood." Vegeta watched as the boy's face light up even more. "What's with the orange band around your arm?"
Trunks looked over at his upper left arm to where there was an orange sticker wrapped around it. "It's for when I go out Trick-or-Treating later. I told Mom the white armor would be bright enough for people to see me, but she put the sticker on me anyway," his voice held a hint of a pout now.
"TRUNKS!" Bulma's voice carried through the house into the kitchen.
Vegeta rolled his eyes as Trunks cringed. The woman was going to wake the dead one of these days with her loud mouth.
"In the kitchen, Mom!"
Thankfully the boy wasn't as loud as his mother, but he was definitely picking up on her bad habit. Next Trunks joined in on his training, he was going to have to say something about it.
Bulma entered the kitchen with a pair of gold-tipped white boots. "Put these on so we can get you to school before you're late." The woman handed the boots over to her son, not even taking notice of the other male in the room. "Hurry up!" Trunks scrambled out of the kitchen, boots in hand, at her sharp tone. Bulma was about to follow her son, until a deep voice called her name and prompted her to look further into the kitchen. She saw her mother at the island counter wrapping the suckers in plastic. Looking a little ways past the blonde, she saw Vegeta standing by the table. "Vegeta. I thought you were in the gravity room," she said, a little sheepishly.
Vegeta shifted his gaze towards Bulma's mother, before flicking back towards his wife. He stepped away from the table and headed over to Bulma, stopping in front of her. "After you drop the brat off, I need to talk to you."