Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of the characters.
Chapter One
"TRUNKS!" screeched Bulma having to call her son for the fifth time. She heard a door open and foot steps on the top floor. Her son then showed his face as he looked over the railing.
"What is 'SO' important making you interrupt me and my phone conversation?" he asked sarcastically still holding the phone in his hand.
"Who are you on the phone with?" his mother asked crossing her arms.
"Sakura, why?"
"Maybe this isn't the greatest idea," mumbled Bulma loud enough for Trunks to hear. Trunks raised a brow; he quickly went back to the phone.
"Sakura? Hey, I'll call you in a few. Okay. Yeah. Bye." He clicked the phone off turning back to his mother who waited oh so patiently. "What isn't such a great idea?" he asked starting down the stairs.
"Well, Chichi, Goku, your father and I are going on a cruise, or we're planning to. But I still don't think I could trust you."
Trunks' eyes widened, "How long would you be gone?"
"Well, we were hoping the cruise would be a week or two." trailed off Bulma placing a finger on her lip as if in deep thought.
"TWO WEEKS?!" Trunks exclaimed.
"Yes, Goten was suppose to stay here with you, and Gohan said he would drop by to check on you two. But I'm not so sure any more."
"Mom! You should go on the cruise! I think it would be good for you since you always work on your inventions! And for dad too! He ALWAYS trains. You know. " Trunks explained almost in a pleading tone.
"Well, since you put it that way."
"You're going to go?"
"Why not? I don't know why I even doubted you. You're already fifteen and old enough to take care of yourself for a week, right?"
"Yep! I'm almost an adult!" he exclaimed believing this was too good to be true.
"Well then. I'll go ahead and start packing and we'll be leaving tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" he asked becoming dumbfounded.
"Yes, I was going to tell you but some of my work had to be done first," she explained. "Oh yeah, and I almost forgot. I have to give you the rules too."
At this time Trunks' father, Vegeta, walked in with a towel around his neck. He eyed the woman for a minute, "Did you tell him yet?"
She nodded, "Yep, and now all he needs to know is the rules."
"Rules?" asked Trunks blinking.
"Yes, like NO GUESTS OVER unless you have someone supervising you and Goten," she said as Vegeta walked up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Okay. and?" asked Trunks.
"And, you can't go over to you're friends homes unless they have an adult there," she added.
"That's it?" he asked a bit surprised they didn't add anything else.
"No."
Trunks looked up at his father.
" You will NOT go anywhere near the Gravity Room. And you will NOT go searching for a mate."
Trunks looked at Vegeta as if he grew another head, he blushed too, "What?! Where did THAT come from?!"
"Trunks. Don't think I don't know you, because I was JUST LIKE YOU when I was your age."
"No I'm not!" exclaimed Trunks.
"Don't argue with me boy, you know there is not point. You will lose in the end." Vegeta gave his son the famous smirk. "And trust me, I have my ways of finding out if you have been 'misbehaving.'"
The saiyan looked to a corner of the room noticing one of the many small security cameras that were hidden around the house thanks to the genius mind of his mate.
Vegeta lead Bulma to their room to start packing, leaving Trunks dumbfounded once again.
As soon as he came out of his trance he dialed the phone, waiting a second for some one to pick up.
"Hello?"
"Hey Goten, it's Trunks."
"Hey dude! Heard about the cruse out parents are going on?"
"Well, that's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about," replied Trunks with a smirk.
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Did ya like it? I could write more. All I ask is for you to review. But seriously, I need to know how this fic is turning out so far. Got to go.
Laters.
Takuma
Chapter One
"TRUNKS!" screeched Bulma having to call her son for the fifth time. She heard a door open and foot steps on the top floor. Her son then showed his face as he looked over the railing.
"What is 'SO' important making you interrupt me and my phone conversation?" he asked sarcastically still holding the phone in his hand.
"Who are you on the phone with?" his mother asked crossing her arms.
"Sakura, why?"
"Maybe this isn't the greatest idea," mumbled Bulma loud enough for Trunks to hear. Trunks raised a brow; he quickly went back to the phone.
"Sakura? Hey, I'll call you in a few. Okay. Yeah. Bye." He clicked the phone off turning back to his mother who waited oh so patiently. "What isn't such a great idea?" he asked starting down the stairs.
"Well, Chichi, Goku, your father and I are going on a cruise, or we're planning to. But I still don't think I could trust you."
Trunks' eyes widened, "How long would you be gone?"
"Well, we were hoping the cruise would be a week or two." trailed off Bulma placing a finger on her lip as if in deep thought.
"TWO WEEKS?!" Trunks exclaimed.
"Yes, Goten was suppose to stay here with you, and Gohan said he would drop by to check on you two. But I'm not so sure any more."
"Mom! You should go on the cruise! I think it would be good for you since you always work on your inventions! And for dad too! He ALWAYS trains. You know. " Trunks explained almost in a pleading tone.
"Well, since you put it that way."
"You're going to go?"
"Why not? I don't know why I even doubted you. You're already fifteen and old enough to take care of yourself for a week, right?"
"Yep! I'm almost an adult!" he exclaimed believing this was too good to be true.
"Well then. I'll go ahead and start packing and we'll be leaving tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" he asked becoming dumbfounded.
"Yes, I was going to tell you but some of my work had to be done first," she explained. "Oh yeah, and I almost forgot. I have to give you the rules too."
At this time Trunks' father, Vegeta, walked in with a towel around his neck. He eyed the woman for a minute, "Did you tell him yet?"
She nodded, "Yep, and now all he needs to know is the rules."
"Rules?" asked Trunks blinking.
"Yes, like NO GUESTS OVER unless you have someone supervising you and Goten," she said as Vegeta walked up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Okay. and?" asked Trunks.
"And, you can't go over to you're friends homes unless they have an adult there," she added.
"That's it?" he asked a bit surprised they didn't add anything else.
"No."
Trunks looked up at his father.
" You will NOT go anywhere near the Gravity Room. And you will NOT go searching for a mate."
Trunks looked at Vegeta as if he grew another head, he blushed too, "What?! Where did THAT come from?!"
"Trunks. Don't think I don't know you, because I was JUST LIKE YOU when I was your age."
"No I'm not!" exclaimed Trunks.
"Don't argue with me boy, you know there is not point. You will lose in the end." Vegeta gave his son the famous smirk. "And trust me, I have my ways of finding out if you have been 'misbehaving.'"
The saiyan looked to a corner of the room noticing one of the many small security cameras that were hidden around the house thanks to the genius mind of his mate.
Vegeta lead Bulma to their room to start packing, leaving Trunks dumbfounded once again.
As soon as he came out of his trance he dialed the phone, waiting a second for some one to pick up.
"Hello?"
"Hey Goten, it's Trunks."
"Hey dude! Heard about the cruse out parents are going on?"
"Well, that's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about," replied Trunks with a smirk.
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Did ya like it? I could write more. All I ask is for you to review. But seriously, I need to know how this fic is turning out so far. Got to go.
Laters.
Takuma