First anythings were always hard, but Bulma wasn't quite sure she was ready for this first yet. She watched her little prince as he tugged at the brand new clothes complaining about them being "uncomfortable" or something, she wasn't really paying attention.
"Stop moving around Trunks, I just need a couple of more pictures." Bulma said with one hand on her hip the other tightly grasping the camera now filled with little over a hundred pictures of her little boy.
"Mom these clothes are stiff!" The boy said with a pout on his face, he looked like Gohan who was a total dork. "I never wear stuff like this."
"Well maybe if I dressed you like Chichi does her boys you'll be smart like them and not a blockhead like your father." Bulma said while gesturing her son to stand straight. With a grunt Trunks followed his mother's orders, she was so demanding sometimes.
Vegeta entered the room to find his son and Bulma both fighting over different poses she wanted him to do. His glare snapped to Trunks who instantly stood straight at the sight of his father.
"He's going to be late you know."
Bulma glanced over at the clock and noticed that it was already 7:45 AM and if she didn't get him packed and ready to leave in the next ten minutes they'd definitely be late. The bluenette sighed as she snapped one last picture of her son who looked pissed, with that smug little face that both him and his father shared.
"Maybe one more day at home couldn't hurt."
"Good then he can spend his day with me training in the gravity room."
"…On second thought…"
Bulma quickly packed Trunks' stuff, it would be best if he left for class, the more he spent training with his father the more independent her little boy grew. She'd have to choose the lesser of two evils and have her little boy attend his first day of kindergarten.
Bulma placed his lunch in his bag along with his crayons and other stationary and fastened the bag on her son's back. Before she headed to the door she gave her husband a peck on the cheek and headed out, not bothering to ask Vegeta if he wanted to come along.
"Come on Trunks! You have a full day ahead of you." Bulma smiled down at her son as she grasped his hand in hers. Trunks forced a smile back, he knew his father was still watching him, he felt his eyes digging into his back as they left. It wasn't until they left out of the door that Trunks finally relaxed.
The mother and son walked together to the boy's new school, it was only a few blocks away and Bulma didn't want to rush by taking a car.
"You're going to love school." Bulma said as a tear trailed down her cheek, he was growing up way too fast for her.