A little marital dispute




Preface: So, this is my first FF ^^ So please be a little indulgent. So I don't want to say much about it, just read it. And I definitely recommend the ingenious FF "Vegeta's greatest challenge" by Sphinx! You have to read it ^^ But ok, let's go:




The doorbell rang. Bulma rose slowly from her chair, her eyes still on the screen of her computer. "Who would that be?" She wondered, even though she was far more interested in her work. Slowly she turned her head and walked to the door. "Hey!" She was greeted happily by an older boy in a suit with a green cloak. "Hello Gohan. What's up?" Bulma asked him. "Oh, my mother sent me. I should give you this!", The boy explained and gave her a wine bottle with a note on it. “Would you like to come in?” Gohan was surprised that Bulma was so taciturn today, but he accepted the invitation with thanks.The young woman studied the note on the stand: Dear friend Bulma, I absolutely have to recommend this wine to you. A friend of my father makes it and I also wanted to ask you, when will we meet again? Your chichi


Gohan had meanwhile sat down on the sofa in the living room and was eating some snacks. Suddenly Trunks came into the room. He looked soaked in sweat and very exhausted. At first he didn't seem to notice Gohan, but then he rushed on him and asked: "Hello Gohan! When is Gohan coming again?" Gohan. "Are you just coming from training?" He asked further. Trunks nodded. "Yes, with my father." "And are you making progress?" "Well ..." Trunks squinted aside. "Actually, I thought so until now, but today my father told me in no uncertain terms that I had better stop because I probably would not have inherited his noble blood and I would never become a great fighter."Noble blood? Thought Gohan and had to smile inwardly. What Vegeta kept telling the little one." You don't have to take that seriously, Trunks. Your father probably didn't mean it seriously. ", he addressed a few comforting words to the little boy with purple hair. Now Bulma entered the room again. She sat down next to the two boys on the sofa and seemed to look into the distance." Did your father really say that? ", she suddenly asked her son." Have you been listening? "Trunks asked incredulously." No, I was just in the next room. ", Bulma explained quickly. Trunks nodded in response. Bulma rolled her eyes and then said to Gohan:" I'm coming to visit your mother today! Please tell her that I might like to spend a night with her. "Trunks made big eyes." And me? ", he asked astonished." You are already grown up and can stay with your father! ", she said energetically. Trunks looked sad." But Dad won't put me to bed or read me a story.And even so, he doesn't care about me. "Bulma seemed to be looking into the distance again." It's only for one day. You'll be able to take it! "


In the evening Bulma actually came. When Chichi opened the front door for her, Bulma flew around her neck. "Hello Bulma. Is anything?" She asked worried. "Let's talk about it later, okay?" The turquoise friend managed. Chichi just nodded silently. She led Bulma into one of the guest rooms so that she could leave her luggage there and then they went into the living room to talk. But Son-Goten was in the room and was playing loudly with his father. Gohan was in his room studying hard. "Could you please go somewhere else, your noise is annoying!", Chichi shouted to her husband and son, but both were so busy letting their racing cars compete against each other that they didn't hear it. Chichi grabbed a ladle and ran towards the two of them. Targetedly she hit Goku's head and shouted: "Didn't you hear?Get out! "Son-Goten and his father, who was carefully massaging his now final lump, went into Son-Goten's playroom and continued playing. Bulma had to laugh at this little spectacle. Chichi sat down next to her again and then asked worried:" So what is it Bulma? Why don't you want to sleep at home today? "Bulma looked at her sadly and then told her the reason." You know, Chichi, I can't stand it at home anymore. Vegeta is getting on my nerves more and more with his "I am the great Saiyan Prince" and how he treats his son. He hardly pays any attention to me either and he usually comes from training very late. I'm just sick of seeing him every day, even if it's only a few minutes. You know, I always imagined a really great family with a sweet man who is there for me and the children. But I had to choose a megalomaniac, egoistic alien who could erase the earth at any time and who I don't care a hundred percent.I would love to just throw him out, but then Trunks would no longer have a father. Can you give me a tip what to do now? "Bulma had tears in her eyes in the meantime. She knew that wasn't all, but how could she explain to Chichi that she had no more love life, that Vegeta hated his son and said that to his face and that he never gave her a single look when they were in the same room. But Chichi seemed to understand her. "Certainly this is just a phase of Bulma. You used to be very good at it. In fact, I think that's what attracted you to him, doesn't it? This mysterious aura that he exudes, this arrogant behavior. You two fit together really well and I think you’ve been a really sweet couple. First sleep on it tonight, tomorrow it will certainly look completely different again. "The two friends hugged and Chichi apologized because she had to go into the kitchen to prepare the meal.Bulma sat with her thoughts in the living room and considered.


At the same time in the Capsule Corp. "Your mother is where?" Vegeta asked irritably. "Well ..." Trunks had put his index fingers together and looked down. “She's with Chichi.” Vegeta was seething with anger. "She just went to Kakarott's without telling me anything. She's crazy, the old goat. And why didn't she take you with her?" He looked down at Trunks angrily. This barely noticeably shrugged his shoulders. You could tell that he was afraid to be alone with his father. If he was going to freak out about something, his mom couldn't help him. Certainly she couldn't have done it, had she been here, but that still gave Trunks a kind of security. Furious, Vegeta stomped out of the room and slammed the door. What remained was a small, hungry Trunks who had no idea what to do next. Sadly he trudged into the kitchen and was about to make a sandwich when he saw his father sitting at the table.He had put his head in his hands and mumbled something about "Show it to Kakarott". Trunks wanted to go out quietly again, but his father had noticed him long ago. "What are you doing here?" He asked his son irritably. "Nothing at all, actually I wanted ..." But Vegeta cut him off. "Yes, you wanted to make yourself something to eat, I know. Your great mother is not here and prefers to spend her night somewhere else than with her family. And just leaves you here alone. And while you're at it you can give me something do, but not too little. "Trunks just nodded and took all sorts of things out of the refrigerator. He didn't know at all how to make something to eat, his mother had always made that until now. But he tried to make the best of it. His father was still sitting at the table and railing against the father of his best friend Son-Goten. After a while he had prepared a small menu and pushed a plate in front of Vegeta.He put his own on and sat across from his father. Vegeta stared in disbelief at the sandwiches with a pile of vegetables piled around them. "Is that supposed to be all?" He whispered angrily. But finally he reached out and you could tell from his noisy eating style that he liked it. Trunks smiled to himself.


Dinner had just ended at the Goku family. As always, Son-Goku had really hit it and his sons were no different. Chichi stared a little annoyed at the ceiling. Bulma thought of her son. How was he doing now? Had she made a mistake by simply leaving him to his father? But when Chichi suggested a game and they all spent the evening at it, she was in a slightly better mood again. If only I had such a beautiful family, she sighed and looked at Gohan and Goths who were fighting over the cube. Son-Goku stared at the two in amusement, took his opportunity and grabbed the dice himself.His sons made long faces. Chichi had long since stopped playing and sat down on an armchair with her knitting. I would have wished my family that way too. But Bulma had to push this thought aside, because now she was on the dice.


The evening at the Capsule Corp. was not quite so peaceful. Vegeta had already disappeared back into his gravity room and was training again and Trunks was sitting in the living room and watching a quiz show that he watched every night with his mother. Suddenly he noticed that the sofa smelled of her. He snuggled into it a little more and had to think about her. What was she doing right now? He went clumsily to the phone and dialed the Son-Goten family number. This also took off immediately. "Hello? This is Son-Goten!" He answered. "Hello, this is Trunks. Has my ma arrived at your place?" Trunks stormed him immediately. "Yes, she's just playing with us, human-don't-be-annoyed.Do you want to speak to her "" Yes, please give them to me! "It took a little while." Yes, Trunks dear, what is it? Are you all right with your father and you? " "Yes Mama. But I'm scared so alone Dad is working out again and I don't want to go to bed alone. " "What? Vegeta is training again? You can go up to him and tell him to take care of his son and that this comes from his beloved wife. "" But ... "" No but Trunks, you have the right to do so, you can give him your opinion. "" Well ... why can't you just come back here? I can't fall asleep without a story! "" Oh Trunks ... your mother would like to be with her friends and I am not feeling so well either. "" Then why can't I come to you? "" Trunks! You're not a little baby