When Trunks Started Dating
By: Takuma
This wasn't good... it wasn't good at ALL! Trunks started pacing around the room of the Capsule Corp living room.
'They'll kill me... I am so dead... Why me? Why did I have to ask?' There was a tap on his shoulder. Trunks must have jumped about ten feet into the air. Bulma, eyeing her son, crossed her arms and gave him the 'What-did-you- do-this-time' look. She was waiting oh so patiently as she tapped her foot on the carpeted floor.
"Why are you so jumpy Trunks?" She walked up to him, looking up at him. "Is there something wrong?" she asked kindly. He looked down at her with a blush creeping up on his tan cheeks.
He studdered, "I-it's no-oothing... mom... I-iii I'mmm S-sserr-iiousss... N- not-thinggg to be worr-ried a-ab-bbout..." Bulma raised an eyebrow.
"Is it a girl?" she asked him.
Trunks' face became pale. 'How did she know?!" HOW HOW HOW HOW?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" He felt like crying as he bowed his head to her ashamed.
When Bulma saw her son's expression, she gave a Vegeta like smirk to her son. 'So it IS a girl...' She clapped her hands together while her eyes began to shine. "GRANDCHILDERN!"
Trunks looked up to his mother; he slightly choked. He slowly backed away because he knew 'THE LOOK'. It was the same look Chichi gave Gohan when he first stated he had a friend, who was a girl. Many years later he still remembered 'THE LOOK'.
"Have you asked her out?" asked Bulma with the smirk still plastered to her face. Trunks' face became as red as a stop sign. Slowly he nodded. Bulma gave a small squeal.
"You are such a good boy Trunks!" she exclaimed hugging him in a motherly way. Trunks couldn't breathe. His face turned from the lovely red from the blush to a royal blue from the lack of oxygen.
Bulma finally released her son clapping her hands up towards her chest with a huge grin, "You know what Trunks?" The teen gasped for air. His chest was beginning to burn. "Since you have begun your dating, I'll make sure you get the best of meals and the 'frying pan of doom' will forever avoid you!" Trunks' head snapped up to face his mother.
'Did she say FOOD?!' Trunks' mouth began to water.
Bulma smirked at her son's reaction, "It will come into affect when..." Trunks excitedly looked at his mother as she placed a hand on her hip. "... You have asked a young woman for her hand in marriage." Trunks fell over twitching, and his mother just stared down at him with her arms crossed.
"I have to make sure I get grand children," she stated in a 'matter-of- fact' tone before tossing her hair back and strolling into the kitchen to order in some food.
Trunks just twitched. His mother was VERY cruel. No, cruel didn't fit her. Evil did though.
'At least I know mom wasn't angry...' Now, the only one he had to tell was his old man, Vegeta. His face paled to mimic the color of a white sheet. "Crap."
Making his way to the couch, the hybrid saiyan prince began to brainstorm. "Now... my date will be here soon... And I have to make sure that dad doesn't do anything to harm her," he muttered to himself.
"Now... I could either...
Tell Him
Or...
Not tell him and face the consequence to train with him for the rest of the year, early in the morning before school if he finds out.
Trunks thought for a moment. "If I do tell him I will...
Be murdered by him with a ki blast. Be murdered by him by slow torture... Be murdered, and then have my remains blown to smithereens...
Or...
Get tortured by him for the rest of my days here at Capsule Corps...
"Doesn't really sound like a choice on that side..." he muttered biting his thumb. "Now... if I don't tell him... I could...
Get murdered by him if he ever finds out... Get murdered by him some more if he finds out...
Or...
Almost getting murdered but escaping at the brink of death and move to a different planet that needs a protector..."
This WAS a tough one... "I think I won't tell him..."
"Won't tell who what?"
Trunks jumped again about 20 feet in the air this time by hearing a deep, raspy voice. Just his luck.
Trunks slowly turned around, and came face to face with his father, his face became pale once again as the prince crossed his arms with a scowl on his face.
"Do I need to repeat what I said boy?" he asked glaring. Trunks shook his head quickly; he didn't want to get on his father's bad side. Oh, no he didn't!
Vegeta began to smirk, "Good." He loved the way someone feared him. It was defiantly something to boost his ego.
Trunks stood there still. This wasn't good news. His father heard him talking, and now he was going to die... unless he escaped barely alive...
Vegeta raised an eyebrow at his son, as he seemed to have an inner conflict. "Well?!" Trunks slightly jumped hearing his father slightly yell. "Are you going to enlighten me?!"
Trunks mentally cursed, "Well... you see..." He placed a hand behind his head chuckling nervously. "You see..."
"SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!"
Trunks flinched and squeaked, "I'mgoingonadatelaterontonight..." The room became deathly silent. Trunks covered his head with his arms and ducked low. He knew his father would kill him... he just knew it. But nothing seemed to come. Trunks waited a few more seconds. Nothing seemed to come, so he took the choice of taking a chance. He slowly picked his head up.
Vegeta stood there dumbfounded, a very rare sight to see. The saiyan prince seemed to have a vacant look in his gaze, as he seemed to stare strait ahead. Trunks stood up to normal height, then snapped in the saiyans' hear.
"H-hello?" he asked nervously. 'Please don't kill me...'
Vegeta snapped out of his dazed state, and he looked to his son. He seemed to be ready for what was coming at him next.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING YOU $#% $ $ )$%!!!!!!!!!" The prince grabbed his son's shirt collar and started to shake him violently. "WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"
CRACK
Vegeta fell face first to the floor, and the young teen's mother stood there crossing her arms. A frying pan was in her right hand.
"There is NO way YOU are ruining my chances of getting GRANDCHILDREN!" she exclaimed to her now fallen husband. Trunks had a sweatdrop fall from the back of his head.
"Um... mom?" he asked her as she looked up to him. She immediately smirked.
"If I can help it, there is no way your father is going to do anything to keep you from your dating life!" she exclaimed.
Trunks blinked, "Uh... thanks?"
The doorbell rang. Trunks' heart seemed to skip a beat. His date was here. He noticed his father started to stir. And with that happening, Bulma raised her frying pan up once again.
"Go on, Trunks." With a smirk she swung at her husband again making him fall back into unconsciousness. "I think I can handle your father." And with those words, Trunks ran off to the door not looking back.
By: Takuma
This wasn't good... it wasn't good at ALL! Trunks started pacing around the room of the Capsule Corp living room.
'They'll kill me... I am so dead... Why me? Why did I have to ask?' There was a tap on his shoulder. Trunks must have jumped about ten feet into the air. Bulma, eyeing her son, crossed her arms and gave him the 'What-did-you- do-this-time' look. She was waiting oh so patiently as she tapped her foot on the carpeted floor.
"Why are you so jumpy Trunks?" She walked up to him, looking up at him. "Is there something wrong?" she asked kindly. He looked down at her with a blush creeping up on his tan cheeks.
He studdered, "I-it's no-oothing... mom... I-iii I'mmm S-sserr-iiousss... N- not-thinggg to be worr-ried a-ab-bbout..." Bulma raised an eyebrow.
"Is it a girl?" she asked him.
Trunks' face became pale. 'How did she know?!" HOW HOW HOW HOW?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" He felt like crying as he bowed his head to her ashamed.
When Bulma saw her son's expression, she gave a Vegeta like smirk to her son. 'So it IS a girl...' She clapped her hands together while her eyes began to shine. "GRANDCHILDERN!"
Trunks looked up to his mother; he slightly choked. He slowly backed away because he knew 'THE LOOK'. It was the same look Chichi gave Gohan when he first stated he had a friend, who was a girl. Many years later he still remembered 'THE LOOK'.
"Have you asked her out?" asked Bulma with the smirk still plastered to her face. Trunks' face became as red as a stop sign. Slowly he nodded. Bulma gave a small squeal.
"You are such a good boy Trunks!" she exclaimed hugging him in a motherly way. Trunks couldn't breathe. His face turned from the lovely red from the blush to a royal blue from the lack of oxygen.
Bulma finally released her son clapping her hands up towards her chest with a huge grin, "You know what Trunks?" The teen gasped for air. His chest was beginning to burn. "Since you have begun your dating, I'll make sure you get the best of meals and the 'frying pan of doom' will forever avoid you!" Trunks' head snapped up to face his mother.
'Did she say FOOD?!' Trunks' mouth began to water.
Bulma smirked at her son's reaction, "It will come into affect when..." Trunks excitedly looked at his mother as she placed a hand on her hip. "... You have asked a young woman for her hand in marriage." Trunks fell over twitching, and his mother just stared down at him with her arms crossed.
"I have to make sure I get grand children," she stated in a 'matter-of- fact' tone before tossing her hair back and strolling into the kitchen to order in some food.
Trunks just twitched. His mother was VERY cruel. No, cruel didn't fit her. Evil did though.
'At least I know mom wasn't angry...' Now, the only one he had to tell was his old man, Vegeta. His face paled to mimic the color of a white sheet. "Crap."
Making his way to the couch, the hybrid saiyan prince began to brainstorm. "Now... my date will be here soon... And I have to make sure that dad doesn't do anything to harm her," he muttered to himself.
"Now... I could either...
Tell Him
Or...
Not tell him and face the consequence to train with him for the rest of the year, early in the morning before school if he finds out.
Trunks thought for a moment. "If I do tell him I will...
Be murdered by him with a ki blast. Be murdered by him by slow torture... Be murdered, and then have my remains blown to smithereens...
Or...
Get tortured by him for the rest of my days here at Capsule Corps...
"Doesn't really sound like a choice on that side..." he muttered biting his thumb. "Now... if I don't tell him... I could...
Get murdered by him if he ever finds out... Get murdered by him some more if he finds out...
Or...
Almost getting murdered but escaping at the brink of death and move to a different planet that needs a protector..."
This WAS a tough one... "I think I won't tell him..."
"Won't tell who what?"
Trunks jumped again about 20 feet in the air this time by hearing a deep, raspy voice. Just his luck.
Trunks slowly turned around, and came face to face with his father, his face became pale once again as the prince crossed his arms with a scowl on his face.
"Do I need to repeat what I said boy?" he asked glaring. Trunks shook his head quickly; he didn't want to get on his father's bad side. Oh, no he didn't!
Vegeta began to smirk, "Good." He loved the way someone feared him. It was defiantly something to boost his ego.
Trunks stood there still. This wasn't good news. His father heard him talking, and now he was going to die... unless he escaped barely alive...
Vegeta raised an eyebrow at his son, as he seemed to have an inner conflict. "Well?!" Trunks slightly jumped hearing his father slightly yell. "Are you going to enlighten me?!"
Trunks mentally cursed, "Well... you see..." He placed a hand behind his head chuckling nervously. "You see..."
"SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!"
Trunks flinched and squeaked, "I'mgoingonadatelaterontonight..." The room became deathly silent. Trunks covered his head with his arms and ducked low. He knew his father would kill him... he just knew it. But nothing seemed to come. Trunks waited a few more seconds. Nothing seemed to come, so he took the choice of taking a chance. He slowly picked his head up.
Vegeta stood there dumbfounded, a very rare sight to see. The saiyan prince seemed to have a vacant look in his gaze, as he seemed to stare strait ahead. Trunks stood up to normal height, then snapped in the saiyans' hear.
"H-hello?" he asked nervously. 'Please don't kill me...'
Vegeta snapped out of his dazed state, and he looked to his son. He seemed to be ready for what was coming at him next.
"WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING YOU $#% $ $ )$%!!!!!!!!!" The prince grabbed his son's shirt collar and started to shake him violently. "WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"
CRACK
Vegeta fell face first to the floor, and the young teen's mother stood there crossing her arms. A frying pan was in her right hand.
"There is NO way YOU are ruining my chances of getting GRANDCHILDREN!" she exclaimed to her now fallen husband. Trunks had a sweatdrop fall from the back of his head.
"Um... mom?" he asked her as she looked up to him. She immediately smirked.
"If I can help it, there is no way your father is going to do anything to keep you from your dating life!" she exclaimed.
Trunks blinked, "Uh... thanks?"
The doorbell rang. Trunks' heart seemed to skip a beat. His date was here. He noticed his father started to stir. And with that happening, Bulma raised her frying pan up once again.
"Go on, Trunks." With a smirk she swung at her husband again making him fall back into unconsciousness. "I think I can handle your father." And with those words, Trunks ran off to the door not looking back.