Preface: This FF is my first ^^ '' So please don't complain * g *.


So everything that is written in (..) is my comment, and what is written in[..]is the person's thoughts.


It's about Trunks' and Vegeta's relationship (no, they're not gay * lol *, I mean the father and son relationship ^^ '').


And why he is more ambitious than Goten .... But read * g * for yourself.
















In the C.C. everything is running as usual again.


Bulma worked in her workshop and Vegeta trained in G-room.


Suddenly Bulma heard the not far away cursing from Vegeta, who rumbled with furious steps into her workshop.


"TRUNKS ?! Is TRUNKS here ??! * Grumble *"


"No. Why are you looking for him? Has he screwed up something?" she asked him, frowning.


" Indeed!" Vegeta whispered, grabbed Bulma by the wrist and dragged her to the G-room.


When they arrived Vegeta just angrily pointed with his index finger at the display of the G-room, on which there was a reddish-sticky liquid.

Bulma stood rooted to the spot and looked at the display, the G-display going crazy.


What looked like blood at first turned out to be fruit juice.


The one that Trunks always drank for breakfast.


"Don't worry, honey, I'll fix it. You'd better calm down."


Bulma crouched under the desk, opened a flap in the wall, and pulled out the plug of the G-room.


But Vegeta was anything but relaxed. He cracked his knuckles in anger and wanted to vent his anger on someone.


"However, I would like to know how Trunks got it back. He's not that clumsy otherwise," Bulma muttered.


Suddenly a spark sprayed her face and she bumped her head against the desk in shock.


That was probably the trigger, because now she started babbling angrily: "* gummel *! ARGH!


I'm not doing this any longer !!Get Trunks here, I want to TALK to him! "


She cursed and held up the wrench threateningly.


Even if Vegeta didn’t like to be given orders, he could let out his anger on Trunks. Gritting his teeth, he nodded briefly to Bulma and set off on the path from which he felt his son's aura.


Meanwhile, Trunks and his friend Goten were playing in a forest not far away.


"Whoever shoots the apple down there on the tree first wins!" ripe Trunks to his friend and they both got ready to shoot. == ZOOMMM ==


"Hit !! I won, YIPIIH!" exclaimed Goten, who was doing some somersaults in front of all the friends.


"* pouting *. I let you win especially." Trunks pouted and folded his arms. But Goten wasn't interested in his words. He continued to cheer happily until he suddenly fell silent.


Goten: "* gulp *, ......... there is your father, Trunks. There he is flying over there."Said Goten and pointed a finger in his direction.


"He looks really angry, .............. did you do something?"


Trunks also swallowed once and remembered the mishap this morning.


I'd rather get out of the field, he thought.


Suddenly Trunks rose into the air and flew as fast as he could in the other direction.


Goten stood there rooted to the spot and stammered a bit confused: "Ts ... bye."




Trunks flew faster than ever in his life, but he had no chance against Vegeta.


It didn't take long before he was grabbed from behind.


Trunks winced at this touch and was close to cardiac arrest (* lol * and that at his age - - '').


"SAY, how often should I tell you that? !! You have no business in my G-Room !!!" Vegeta whispered and raised his hand threateningly.


Trunks screwed up his eyes and sobbed: "I, .... * snif * ..... just wanted to ..... * snif * ... look at the buttons.* snif * ... and there ..... * snif * .... my glass tipped over. "


He looked down and tears rolled down his cheeks.


"Stop crying !! You can't watch that!" yelled Vegeta, grabbed Trunks under his arm and flew with him to the C.C. back to where Bulma was already waiting for the two.


When Bulma saw her son, her anger disappeared and she ran towards them.


"Did you hit him ??!" she asked sympathetically as she hugged her son.


"I didn't twist his hair. The coward howls like that too!" he grumbled and went back to the C.C to train in the G-room that Bulma had repaired.


Trunks wiped the tears from his face and looked sadly after his father.


" You mother,......?" he asked softly.


"What is it, honey?"


"Dad hates me now?" he sobbed questioningly.


Bulma looked at Trunks, touched. "No, definitely not. He's just angry because his training schedule is a little messed up now.I wanted to scold you first because this mess wasn't easy to remove. I had to put in a whole new display. .............. But enough said, now you go into the bathtub. You can relax there. "She said, took Trunks by the hand and went into the house.






Trunks splashed happily in the giant tub and played sinking ships with his little squeaky girl.


He had a small pirate ship that he repeatedly attacked with the rubber duck. (* lol * ... children ^^)


He imitated the plaintive cries for help of the pirates: "Help! Oh help! The squeaky monster is attacking again!"


The rubber animal bumped the ship with its beak and sank it in the water.


Instead, Trunks didn't even notice that Vegeta had entered the bathroom to take a shower and was watching him all the time.


He smiled contentedly and stepped into the shower cubicle.


Trunks startled when he noticed that his father was in the bathroom and let the little squeaky boy disappear behind his back.

But Vegeta switched on the shower and enjoyed the refreshment.


Trunks thought:[Did he see me? Did he watch me all the time? ]


After Vegeta had left the bathroom, Trunks didn't want to take a bath either.


He got out of the tub and dried himself off with an oversized towel.


He noticed that he had no fresh clothes in the bathroom and called out the door: "MOM !!!! My pajamas !!!! MAMAAA !!!!"


After Bulma brought him some fresh things, they both went into the living room to watch some TV.


Vegeta was also sitting on the couch (ß doesn't know how to spell it - - '') and was looking for a program that was interesting for him.


"Is there only shit on TV?" he grumbled and put the remote aside in exasperation.


"What do you want to see, Trunks?"


"I? ..."


Trunks looked at his father in amazement.


"Yes! Or is anyone else called that here ?!" he grumbled irritably.

"Um, ... I ...... I would like to see the anime on" ZTV "." he replied shyly.


Vegeta immediately switched to Trunks program and watched disinterestedly.


Bulma smiled and made her way to her bedroom.


After not too long, Trunks' stomach began to growl.


"You, ... Papa, .... I'm hungry."


With that he crawled over to Vegeta.


"Then do something to yourself." gave this as an answer.


Trunks looked at him in amazement.


" But,........"


"Come on, go on!" said Vegeta and pushed the little one off the sofa.


This then ran down to the kitchen without complaining.


Once there, the first problem arose.


What should he do to eat?


And how?


Trunks opened the refrigerator and discovered many delicacies.


He took a packet of pizza from the freezer and placed it on the table.


He climbed onto a chair and looked at his prey.

Trunks grimaced and started sobbing again.


"I can't read this * snif *." he sobbed and ran to his father with the package.


However, he fell asleep on the sofa.


Trunks climbed onto his lap and waved the pack in front of Vetega's nose.


"Papa wake up! I can't read this," he moaned.


Vegeta opened his eyes sleepily: "* yawn *, you just have to warm them up!"


"How warm?"


"Keep warm!" he grumbled and closed his eyes again.


Trunks climbed off his lap and ran into his nursery with the pizza pack.


He turned the heater to full and put the package on top. (* g * ^^)


"So, it's finally getting warm." Trunks grumbled at the pizza.


After half an hour the package was, to Trunks' taste, enough and he opened it.


"It's still tough." he wailed and ran back into the living room.


But Vegeta was gone.

Now Trunks dodged into his parents' bedroom.


"There you are. .... You can't warm up with that." he said hungrily and hopped around on the bed.


Bulma and Vegeta opened their eyes in exasperation, looked at each other briefly and Bulma let her faithful dachshund look come into its own.


Vegeta straightened up: "Yeah, I'll do it." he mumbled, got out of bed and tucked Trunks under his arm.


He had to grin because he knew exactly that he no longer had to make his meal by himself.


Vegeta was already terribly unnerved by putting the pizza in the microwave and sat down at the table, drunk with sleep.


After a few minutes it made == PLING == (rhymes ^^).


Trunks immediately reached out: "* smack *, .... Do you want something too? * Munch *"


"Sure, give it to me. I finally did!" his father grumbled and grabbed a slice of pizza.


When Trunks was finished he said: "When I grow up, I want to be as independent and strong as you are."

Vegeta almost choked on his one slice of pizza when he heard that.


He stared at his son in disbelief and had to grin.


The latter gave him a friendly smile and yawned loudly.




Sequel follows.....