Prompt: "Journeys". Had to be under 600 words: 599

A/N: This was once again done for DeviantArt group DBZ-Fanfics.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.

Trunks didn't even bother to hide his yawn as he listened to his mother go on and on about some adventurous journey she had taken with Goku and friends. It wasn't that it was a boring story, it was just that he had heard better tales spun before.

"Trunks!" She couldn't believe her son wasn't squealing with excitement over the stories of her youth. All the adventures she had been on, all the danger she had gotten into! "These are real stories."

"I know, Mom. It's just, well, Dad tells his stories so much better. I mean, he traveled around outer space! No offense." The seven-year-old held up his hands, hoping his mother wouldn't take offense to his reasoning. When he finally looked up at her face, though, he gulped.

Her heart had stopped. Vegeta was telling their child about his past? What information was the Saiyan relaying to his son? Bulma closed her mouth, gathering her thoughts quickly. "And just what exactly has he been telling you?"

"Oh." The boy visibly relaxed. "He's just told me about all the planets he got to visit, and all the different races he got to meet before they became extinct."

She could feel her heart jump into her throat. Extinct? Well, at least she knew Vegeta wasn't telling the child about all the blood he had shed over the years before they met.

"Mom?" He knew something was missing from his father's stories, and the way his mother had just reacted was even further proof of the unaccounted for pieces. He waited until his mother stopped chopping up vegetables and turned towards him. "Why did all those alien races and planets disappear?"

She forced a small smile onto her lips as she ruffled his lavender locks. "I don't know, Trunks. Your father doesn't share those secrets with me either." She saw the disappointment pass over his features as his eyes looked down at the floor. "Why don't you go wash up and find your father. Dinner will be ready in a bit, okay?"

Trunks looked up, finally returning her smile. "Alright."

Bulma continued to chop up the last of the vegetables before arranging them into the salad she was making while listening to her son's heavy footsteps as he raced through the house. As the last of his stomping came from the staircase, another set of softer steps came to her attention.

"Did you honestly think that I would tell Trunks something like that?"

The dissatisfaction in his voice sent a small shiver through her body. "You're free to tell him whatever you want about your past," she answered nonchalantly.

He snorted as he came to lean against the counter next to her. "Even without all the bloodshed and violence my 'journeys' still kick yours to the dirt." An arrogant smirk was slowly settling upon his lips.

Bulma picked up the bowl, glancing at Vegeta. "I suppose it can't be helped that he worships you."

Vegeta reached out to gently grab a wrist, stopping her from moving forward. "The boy was curious about my past since someone can't shut about their own."

Her eyes stayed focused on the greenery before looking back over at him. "Thank you." She leaned over to press her lips against his. Seeing the wide-eyed expression on her husband's face, she truly smiled. "For indulging in his curiosity, and censoring things for him."

"Tch. I may have been a cold-blooded murderer, but you know I'm not stupid."

"I know," she said softly as she pulled away from him at the sound of faint stomping coming towards them.