A/n: Collection of one-shots stories, focusing in my favorite family The Briefs. There is not chronological order. My inspiration can come from my creativity, a picture, or anything that can give me idea.

English is not my first language, so I apologies for any grammar errors, I don't mind if you point them out.

A men thing

Vegeta was a complex man, yet simple too. If you push the right buttons, you could accomplish get him on his good side, and probably convince him to do what you want, like when you play a video game and you finally archive to do that super technique. It was hard, but not impossible. Also he was like a bomb, ready to explode at any minute, even the softer movement could activate it. Trying to defuse it was like playing Russian roulette, the chances to cut the right wire were 2/1.000.000, just being optimistic.

Vegeta's religion was training, the gravity room his temple, as long its not interfering with his training, if his son wants to join him he was more than welcome. However, for Vegeta, his bedroom was not just for sleeping, relax or be intimate with his wife. The bedroom represented his privacy, there was a invisible line at that door, and no one, except his wife, was allowed to cross that line without his permission, and asking for it always ended in deny. Passing this line was suicidal.

Even knowing all this, Trunks was in front of his parents' bedroom. Behind the closed door was a sleeping Vegeta. Last night, after an argument, Bulma sent him to sleep on the sofa, so he took a nap,and in top of that he was in a bad mood that day. The teenager stood there for about twenty minutes, devating if 'this' would be such good idea.

'I can ask mom for 'it'. He said to himself, 'But this is too embarrassing for her to know, this is a men's thing.' another voice in his head said. 'Well, there is always grandpa.' the fourteen year old tries to convince his other side. 'Go to him, if you want the whole house to know.' 'Yeah, he would tell grandma, and then everyone would know.' he agreed, Bunny did not know the meaning of keeping a secret. 'Come on, just hide your ki, enter, go to the bathroom, grab the damn 'things' and get the hell out of there, simple as 1, 2, 3.' Yeah right.

The teenager placed his hand on the knob, trying with all his might not to shake, he was trying not to listen to that little voice, the one at fault to get him in so much trouble before, but then spoke again, 'Coward.' No one, not even himself would call him that. "Is now or never." He said at laud. He gulped, and turn the knob.

Trunks tiptoed inside the large room, no getting his eyes off his father sleeping figures. After a minute, which for him was eternity, and a few mini-heart attacks, he finally arrived at his destination. Now the other half of his brilliant plan was going to be more complicated than he thought. How could he find the 'things' with the lights out? The bathroom was in front of Vegeta's side of the bed. 'Crap, fuck me, fuck me.' then instigating voice said 'I think it would have been better to do this when he wasn't in the room.' 'Thanks, you should have told me that before.'

Several minutes in the dark, Trunks finally manage to get hold of what he needed it, it happened to be in the top drawer in the counter, he was so grateful that his mother haven't remodeled the bathroom since the last time he was there, a year ago. Now, it was Trunks, favorite part of the plan, get the hell out of there a.s.a.p.

The lights went on, the lavander-haired boy was caught red handed,'I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die.' he repited over and over in his head. His body was saok wet in swet. Terror, horror and panic was all you could see in the kid's face, when he heard the most frighting voice in the universe.

"What, the hell are you doing. In. 'MY.' Bathroom?" Vegeta said from the doorframe, with his arms folded againf his chest. He was pissed, if those words could hurt people phisycally Trunks would be dead by now, no one violates his privacy.

Trunks did not want to turn around and face his father, he knew that he was going to suffer the consequences really bad, he was too afraid to think a good excuse, like hell there would be one, there was no excuse for this, even Bra knew not to go inside the room without Vegeta's permission.

Vegeta stepped inside. "I ask you a question, do not make me repeat myself."

"I... just, you know, me, here. Good question. I just... wanted to. Well... the thing is that." The boy could not make sense at all, as he gather a bit of courage to turn around.

"Stop the mumbling and speak up before I slap the words out of you." He yelled.

The teenager with all of his bravery turned around and his eyes close he shouted; "I JUST WANTED TO BORROW THESE." as he stretched his arm letting his father to have a full view of what he was holding.

Vegeta looked at the items is his son's hand, then he rose one eye-brow in sorprise. He unfold his arms and walked towars the shivering demi-Saiyan, and took the things out of his hands.

"Are you telling me that you dare to invide my room for this?"

Trunks hearing that his father's anger decrees opened his eyes and nod, "I'm really, really sorry, I know I'm not allowed to but.."

"What you need this for?" The black-haired man ask cynically.

"What the hell you mean 'what I need that for'? Isn't obvious?" Trunks yell.

"Watch your tone boy." and then he mocked him "And mean how this would be useful for you? You are a child"

Trunks took offense in that, he was not a child. He turned aside and with crossed his arm, imitating his father, wiht anger replyed " I am not a child, I am a man."

Vegeta almost lost control himself, he could hardly keep from laughing, that, for sure, was the funniest thing he heard in a long time, the kid could throw tamtrums that could put any toddler on shame "Ha, You a man, don't make me laugh, you are not even half."

"Don't make fun of me, this is important to me. You can count how many hairs Bra has and you can't even notice my biological changes?"

The older Saiyan noted the serious in his firstborn, and decide to put aside the joking time, just for now. "Whatever. If this was so 'important' why did ask me for them instead of stealing from 'my bathroom'."

"Because you never take me serious, and few seconds ago you prove me right."

Vegeta rolled his eyes, how could his son be so dramatic, he has Saiyan blood for crying at loud, he blamed Bulma for that, stupid human's hormones. But he said nothing about that, the last thing he needs was for the brat to have one of those emotional 'teen crisis', so he went in another direction. "And you know how to use them?"

Trunks' cheeks blushed, he was so embarrassed to look at his father, he was claiming to be a man, and didn't have the sly idea how the whole system worked. "No, I don't." he confessed. Then, he looks at his father with determination showing in every facial features, and asked: "Can you teach me?"

Remember those buttons that can make the Prince of all Saiyan-Jin do what you want? That look was one. The look that Bulma pass down to her children, the same one she used to hypnotize him and make him feel all those emotions that confused him. However, after all these years, he wasn't fully aware of that. 'Shit' he thought to himself.

"Fine." He finally said, you could say whine too.

"Really?" He asked with a big smile in his face, and his blue eyes wide open in surprise.

"Yes, but if you make a big fuzz about it, I will make you suffer. Got it?" Trunks nodded, accepting the deal.

Vegeta still no content with this, proceeded to instruct to his son, "First wash your face, with hot water and soap." after showing, and his son coping him in his mother sink, Vegeta continue pointing out the next step, "Now, apply the shave cream like this." Trunks watched carefully every single movement his dad made, study and memorizing every single stroke he did to get to rid of all the facial hair.

Both, father and son finished shaving. Vegeta tossed a towael to Trunks, "Dry up, now comes the best part." Vegeta smirked.

"Why are you smiling."

"You'll see." Vegeta opened the mirrored door in the wall, Trunks observed with curiosity as his dad took out a glass bottle. Then, put some of the of the liquid on his palms and rubbed his hands against his face. "Here," he passes the bottle abruptly to the young man. Trunks examined it and read, After shave. "Prevents irritation."

"Ok." Trunks did the same thing that Vegata did, then it hit him, why his dad was smiling. "Holly crap, it burns!" Trying to no shed a single tear asked, "Why did't you warn me about it?"

"That, son, would not be fun for me, after all, I did waste thirty minutes of my life, don't you think I deserve a compensation?" he said with a sactificatory grin in his, snooth and shaved face. "Come, lets go."

"Go where?"

"Gravity room."

"Whaat, why.?"

"Did you think I forgot that you trespass to my room?, Now move it." Then he leads the way.

Trunks follow huffing, in discontent, he was about to get the whip of his life. To make things worse the little voice pop up again, 'You're going to get beat up, but at least you know how to shave, I give to this mission 7/10', 'Yeah, it could get worse.' Trunks caressed his silky face and smirked in victory, he got what he wanted, plus in hand of his father, and that was something that not even a beating could take away.

A/n: I got this idea from the movie "We Bought a zoo" When the father and his son were arguing his son lets him know that he wanted him to teach him how to shave.