"Did you find it yet?" Steven called from the mountain of boxes.
"No," Vegeta called as he tore open another, "Remind me again how I got sucked into this?" They were currently sorting through the boxes in the attic looking for the turtle shell Goku used to train with Master Roshi. Gohan was turning five and for his birthday he had asked to start training with his father and Steven. Goku didn't want him to hurt himself(and Chichi didn't want the boy to do any actual fighting), so he thought he'd have him start with some running and endurance training first. He'd have to work up to the turtle shell but it would be nice to have it ready.
"Well you were the last one to supervise Steven when he was training with it," Goku argued. Steven rubbed his shoulder slightly as he remembered all the times the three aliens had him deliver newspapers or help barb with the mail in the morning with that shell on his back. That was always his least favorite training exercise, but at least afterwards they always got him donuts from The Big Donut.
"How do you even remember something like that?" Vegeta questioned as he looked up from a cardboard box.
Goku paused in his search and tapped his chin in thought. "Dunno," he said with a shrug.
Vegeta sighed and rubbed his temples. "You remember something as stupid as that but you continuously forget your own wedding anniversary," he said in disbelief, "How your wife puts up with crap like that is beyond me."
"I'm not good with dates ok?" Goku defended, "I can remember events fine but I get dates and times confused easily."
Steven tuned the pair of arguing Saiyans out as he continued to sift through the contents of different boxes. There were many odd objects, from daggers to broken pieces of machinery. All of them seemed decades old.
"Maybe it was left in the temple…" Goku thought out loud, scratching the back of his head, "I'm gonna go check. You guys keep looking." He then walked over to the window, pulled back the curtains, and opened it, floating down to the ground below.
Bright light filtered into the room and Vegeta growled in annoyance as it shown onto his eyes. "You could have just used the stairs to get down!" he shouted angrily. He then turned back to his own boxes.
As the light filtered into the room it reflected off of an object and caught Steven's eye. He walked over to an ancient wooden chest. Inside he found an antique mirror. He picked it up and turned it over in his hands. He felt some kind of energy emanating from it. On the back of the mirror was a deep blue gem. He stuck his hand out to touch it and it glowed slightly. "Cool…" Steven whispered. "Hey Vegeta?" Steven called, "I found this cool old mirror. Can I have it?"
"Huh?" the Saiyan said, not really paying attention as he pulled a box out from under an 18th century writing desk, "Sure. fine. Whatever."
"Woohoo!" Steven cheered before running down the stairs. "Thanks Vegeta!" he called.
"Whatever kid," Vegeta said waving him off. A few minutes of silence passed before he realised what had just transpired. "Wait a minute…Damn it! Steven get back here! Don't leave me to do all the work!" he shouted as he chased the boy down the steps.