Chapter 5
It had been a very long day at the Capsule Corporation's Headquarters. Very long, and very boring, in Trunks' opinion.
"Ugh! I'm glad that's finally over. If I had to sign one more contract or review one more deposition, I think I would have gone mad!" Trunks said to himself.
The lavender haired vice president hurried home to escape the monotony of his office. He couldn't believe that he was actually looking forward to an impromptu training session with his father. It was days like today that made him long for the days of fighting Majin Buu and perfecting the fusion technique.
'A lot of good that's done me.' He thought to himself.
As Trunks landed on the front lawn of his home, an ominous air seemed to surround him.
"Something isn't right." He cautiously said before entering the house.
He was indeed correct.
As soon as he stepped foot inside, he immediately heard a shrill screaming coming from the direction of the upstairs bedrooms, followed by the bellowing of his father.
"Girl! Enough of this foolishness! I will not have it from you. Your mother is one thing, but you are half saiyan for crying out loud! And a Saiyan princess for that matter!!!! I will not have you behaving in this manner. Now I demand that you come out of there and talk to me like a civilized adult!" Vegeta yelled at his daughter's closed bedroom door.
'And I had to complain that my day was too boring' Trunks lamented.
One thing that the older demi-saiyan knew was that his sister and his father matched tempers and vocal chords perfectly. If one did not get their way, well, there was just hell to pay for everybody else.
Before there was irrevocable damage, he decided that he would intervene.
Trunks ran upstairs to where his father was standing, fuming, outside of Bra's bedroom door. Vegeta had a ki blast in his hand, prepared to blow it down to drag Bra out kicking and screaming.
"Uh, dad? What's the problem?" Trunks asked hesitantly.
The vein in Vegeta's forehead continued to throb as he began to growl.
"The problem is that I at some point lost all rational thought and decided to mate with a human woman and create her human woman offspring! Give me Cell; give me Frieza, anything but this!" Vegeta yelled before he stomped off, muttering something about fucking menstruation. After the previous events of the day, he had had it with emotions and mood swings, and human sexuality.
'Oh boy' Trunks sighed. He was not looking forward to whatever had caused this.
He knocked lightly on Bra's door before hearing her shouts.
"I don't want to speak to you anymore! You don't understand anything about me at all! I want mom! Don't talk to me until she comes home!"
Trunks gulped, then answered. "Hey sis, it's me. Can I come in for a sec?" He tried to talk to her as calmly as possible.
He heard Bra sniff a couple of times, then the door unlocked.
Trunks walked into her bedroom, or what Vegeta had affectionately named it; the pink hell. He sat down on the bed and patted the seat next to him, suggesting that his sister sit there.
"Now sis, why don't you tell me what's going on?" Trunks asked her.
Bra's crying started to lessen, so she took a deep breath before she began to speak.
"Well, I started my…uh..my period today!" She blurted out.
Then, she continued. "The teacher sent me home, and dad was the only one here. He tried to call mom, but I guess she told him to deal with it. Well, that was a big mistake! All he knows is fighting. He doesn't know anything about teenagers, or becoming a woman, or anything! He practically ripped the doctor's head off, then he flipped out in the pharmacy, and the worst of all, he embarrassed me in front of a really cute guy. He went so far as to tell him that I had my period! He acts like it is all a big problem for him and it's my fault that I got it. He makes me feel like…like…like he is mad that I'm a girl." Bra said, then began sobbing again.
Trunks recapped Bra's rendition over in his head until he came up with the basic story. Bra got her first period; Vegeta was the only one here, so he did what he knew to do to take care of it.
"Bra, I know that it seems like dad thinks you're an inconvenience sometimes, I've felt that way too. But you know what I've come to learn about him?" Trunks asked her.
"What" she said.
"Well, I know that he wouldn't even bother if he didn't care about us. From what mom used to tell me, dad was a pretty tough character before we came along. He was a very fierce warrior and killer and was not above taking off without notice for an undefined period of time. Mom said that it wasn't until she had us that he started to settle down a little bit. Maybe this dad stuff is new to him, but cut him some slack. He went from a ruthless fighting machine to father figure almost overnight. He's only dealing with this the way that he knows how." Trunks explained to her.
"Maybe you're right. But why does he have to be such a jerk about it?" Bra retorted.
"Cause, that's just the way he is, Bra." Trunks told her.
Satisfied that she was feeling a little better, Trunks left her to go and find Vegeta. He only hoped that pacifying him would be as easy. But, it probably wouldn't.
Trunks found Vegeta in the oddest of places of Capsule Corp: the library. There sat the Prince of All Saiyans, reading a book which just so happened to be entitled: The Joys of Womanhood.
Trunks stood there for about a minute before the book disintegrated in Vegeta's hands.
"Damn book full of damned lies! There are no joys whatsoever!" Vegeta barked.
"Dad, what information were you looking for?" Trunks asked a little perplexed.
"Well, there must be a way to stop this damn process. At least until the woman gets home!" Vegeta said matter of factly.
It was that last sentence that caused Trunks to lose it. The whole situation, Bra screaming, Vegeta finally struggling with a subject that he had absolutely no control over, fighting not being a solution It was with that that Trunks did the only reasonable thing. He fell over laughing.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Trunks continued to laugh and roll around on the floor with tears in his eyes while pointing at his father.
"Boy! Stop laughing right now!" Vegeta screamed.
Trunks continued for a minute before his laughter subsided enough for him to take in a couple of breaths.
"I'm sorry dad, but you have to admit, this situation is not without its humor. Even human fathers don't like to deal with this, and they have a little more knowledge of it.
You, however, are completely in the dark. But Bra is still acting like a normal teenage girl. That's what's so funny about it!" Trunks explained.
"Well, I don't think it's so damn funny. She used to be my little princess. She used to idolize me and think I was her hero. Then, overnight, I became her mortal enemy somehow. All because of the damn 'Joy of Womanhood!" Vegeta complained.
"Well, if it's any consolation, this is all probably as normal as we are gonna get. As far as I know, you've done all you can. What's left is really up to mom, I think." Trunks tried to comfort his dad. He really hated seeing his dad suffer so much when he was actually trying to do the right thing: for once.
"Well, good. I'll just avoid the girl until the woman returns home. Just one more thing." Vegeta continued.
"Yeah dad?" Trunks asked.
"This is only the beginning, isn't it?" Vegeta questioned.
"Yeah dad. Just wait until she starts having sex." Trunks almost caught the sentence before it left his mouth, but it was too late…..
Two Weeks Later
As the yellow cab (I don't know what color they are in Japan) pulled into the driveway, Bulma would have fainted, had she not been married to the Prince of all Saiyans. She looked at the outside of her mansion and sighed to herself.
"Now, who could Vegeta have pissed off enough to send us an A-Bomb?!"
A/N: I know that was a dumb way to end it, but I really couldn't think of a better way without it getting all mushy. Please be kind with the reviews.