This is more about Son-Goten and Bra and about the fears of a father, if you can ever see through Vegeta's thoughts ...




When Vegeta got home, Bulma had already finished dinner.


She hears the door. "We're in the kitchen. The meal is already ready."


Bra and Trunks were also at the kitchen table, but they hadn’t caught up yet.


Vegeta immediately went into the bedroom and changed.


When he came back down he was wearing a simple t-shirt and long black pants. He sat down at the table.


"And how was it?", Bra asked curiously, "tell me!"


"Don't ask," Vegeta growled and filled his plate.


"Now tell me," urged Bulma. Vegeta rolled her eyes.


"I was kicked out," he said. He hoped that answer would be enough. (Are you kidding me? Are you serious when you say that)


"And what did you do?" Trunks asked.


"In kindergarten."


Trunks' mouth stayed open.His father and screaming toddlers? He quickly glanced at the television set in the corner to see if something was being reported about a destroyed kindergarten. To Trunks' relief, nothing was shown.


Bulma felt that Vegeta was uncomfortable. But she thought it was a bit funny. Vegeta in kindergarten ... Bra seemed to think it was funny too, she started giggling.


When Vegeta glared at her, she put on her I-didn't-do-anything-look.


"Well. Maybe you will have better luck tomorrow," said Bulma and continued to eat.


"What ?! I'm supposed to be a monkey again tomorrow ?!"


"Well, listen, Vegeta. You can't expect to find a super-great job on the first day. Besides, someone like you doesn't give up easily."


That ended the discussion. Bulma had the last word.


"Mom, can I go out with Son-Goten after dinner?" Asked Bra, who had finished eating.

Bulma didn't feel like talking anymore, she wanted to eat in peace. "Ask your father," she replied ...




* muhahah * How will he answer? *G*


We will see