Sorry once again for these slow updates...trying to get back on track with everything. If you've read my other fic 'A Change in Time', I'm trying to make up for the sucky ending for that one by posting an update for this fic. I hope it is not a disappointment as well...on with the story:

Don't Own DBZ!!!

Chapter 6

After some negotiating with his father, Trunks was now in the process of learning how to manipulate ki, but it wasn't as easy as he thought it would be. Vegeta had spent hours teaching the basic fundamentals, and Trunks was bored out of his mind during the lengthy dissertation. The half-sayian was finally relieved when he finally got to apply what he learned after a live demonstration. In addition, his father had made it look so easy by setting the little beanie on fire the other day, and he figured this part of training should be fun. He was wrong. It was nearly dinner time and yet all he could muster was a very little spark that didn't last a second.

"You have to focus your energy…" Vegeta let out a sigh as he slouched. He had skipped lunch not realizing how long it would actually take. "…try again."

"Twunks canno do." The boy pouted up at his father after a small strain in effort to focus.

"Trunks can do…" Vegeta exasperated, squatting as he came to eye level with his son. "Listen, boy! My father taught me this very thing when I was a little older than your age…look just think of something you hate!"

"Twunks hate?" Trunks gave his father a glance in confusion. He never really thought about hating something, although he did know the meaning of the very word.

"Yes. Hate. Something you really want to BLAST into oblivion!" Vegeta exclaimed, smiling evily. It was natural high just to think about torching something for him. "Think about one of those stupid toys your mother keeps giving you!"

Trunks considered his father's suggestion for a second. Then his small face became flustered in slight anger.

"What's wrong?" His father asked looking in his blue eyes as he was a bit concerned.

"Twunks no hate toys, Dad-dee!" He said with a assertiveness.

"Oh, well, there must be something. Forget about it for now…" Vegeta said as he stood, stretching on the way up. "…let's move on."

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Bulma arrived late that evening from a rather busy day, consisting of meetings mostly. She had almost forgotten about the promise she made to potty train Trunks if Vegeta got rid of that beanie. She had skipped out on her last meeting of the day to quickly concoct a custom-made potty for her little boy, and she was sure he would like it and be using it properly in no time at all.

"Tr-unks! Oh Tr-unks!" She sang happily throughout the living area of Capsule Corps., seeking her little boy. She found him in the nursery ripping out his stock of seemingly limitless toys. He was looking for his least favorite.

Trunks turned at the sound of his mother's voice and saw her standing in the doorway with something behind her back. His face lit up with glee figuring his mother had another toy to add to his collection.

"Look what mommy made for you! Tah dah! Mister potty!" Bulma said with excitement as she brought the potty out within Trunks' view and set it before him. His face quickly dropped in disappointment as he studied the gaudy thing. The back of the potty was a clown's heavily made up face. The arms were the clown's long arms, and the legs were the clown's short stubby legs. The seat on the pot itself was the clown's big, round red mouth, and the splash guard was his creepy, white bottom teeth. Trunks disappointment quickly turned into disgust.

"What's the matter?" Bulma pouted. She was expecting Trunks to leap on the pot and start using it right away. "You don't like it?"

"No!" Trunks kicked the potty over on the floor, and it began to continuously laughing a silly clown's laugh as it was designed to do so when a tinkle was made. That small kick did quite a bit of damage as additional parts were now scattered beside the fallen clown.

He actually hated clowns after his first experience at a circus a few weeks back. One of the stupid creatures had the audacity to cut off Vegeta's as well as Trunks' own path on the way the concession stand and started doing stupid tricks. The clown's tricks didn't last long because Vegeta stopped him to play a game of guess which fist would punch him in the face if he didn't disappear for the next trick.

"But it's time for you to be a big boy now! This potty is to help you become a big boy!" Bulma asserted angrily, hands on hips.

"Twunks IS big boy!" Trunks retorted with crossed arms and marched out his room as his mother was in the process of putting her invention back together. She looked up to see the back of his head as he strutted down the hall.

"Wait!" She called out to no avail. "Where are you going?

She blindly chased after Trunks, stopping at the kitchen when she didn't find him anywhere. There she saw Vegeta finishing off a sandwich.

"Vegeta!" She shouted with her high-pitched annoying voice, causing him to jump a bit.

"What!" He growled back as he turned to look at her.

"Where's Trunks?"

"Now how should I know!"

"Forget it!" She said and quickly left the kitchen. When Vegeta was stuffing his face he was oblivious to everything else.

"Trunks?" She stopped at of the bathrooms on the way back to his room when she heard a light pouring sound and slowly opened the door to reveal the source. "Trunks! …you…you're peeing in the toilet?! But how? When did you…"

"Dad-dee show me!" He proudly smirked at his mother as he tucked away his goods and flushed the toilet.

"He…daddy did?" Bulma turned to face Vegeta who was coming down the hall as he heard the conversation.

"Daddy did what?" Vegeta asked looking over Bulma's shoulder to observe what possible mischief their son might have gotten into.

"You potty trained him?" bulma questioned in disbelief.

"Of course…" Vegeta smirked and started on his way to shower. "…I told you that diaper thing gets in the way of everything and I was growing impatient."

However, unknown to Bulma, it was actually an exchange for teaching the boy how manipulate ki; Trunks would learn to use the toilet properly and then Vegeta would teach him how to blast things. And since Bulma procrastinated with the training, Vegeta once again (and this time deliberately) took matters into his own hands.

"Since when?" Bulma continued with her interrogation as she subconsciously followed her husband into their suite.

"Oh, just a couple days now…" Vegeta sighed pulling of his boots and looked up at her. "…you haven't noticed? And you call yourself a mother. Shame on you!" He teased.

"I…" Bulma stammered as she was lost for words. It really was a shame she was so caught up in work that she failed to notice her baby had stopped wearing diapers. Her thoughts were knocked to the present by a certain stinch. "…hey, what's that smell?" She said as she began sniffing the air around her.

"You followed me in here! Don't start complaining now!" Vegeta growled as he blushed heavily.

"No…it's not you, silly." Bulma giggled.

"Wait." Vegeta inhaled through his nose as he now noticed the peculiar odor. "Something's burning."

Just then, a heavy cloud smoke intruded in their bedroom followed by the loud buzzing of the fire alarm and cold shower of the sprinkler system. Bulma quickly ran to the source of the smoke followed by Vegeta, which was coming from the nursery much to her surprise. She coughed heavily as she waved a path to Trunks.

"WAAAAAH!" Bulma screamed upon seeing her son amidst the dying flames and smoke.

Trunks' hand was in the blast position, and the new potty was roasted but still laughing. He looked past his mother to his father standing proudly in the door way.

"Wook dad-dee I did it!" he exclaimed happily.

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