Vegeta had only turned around to see his young son engrossed in his daily meal, that was scheduled to be now, Vegeta realised much to his annoyance. Oh well, what the woman doesn't know can't hurt her.

The only problem was Trunks' chosen meal itself. It wasn't really what you would normally describe as edible. Usually around this time of day, Bulma would just be serving Trunks his cup of lukewarm tea with some biscuits. Today, his daddy had decided not to give him some, so he had looked for an alternative.

And that alternative was dipping a bar of Bulma's favourite strawberry scented soap into a bottle of hair shampoo. Vegeta watched in horror as Trunks dunked the soap into the bottle, swished it around a little to get as much on as possible, and place it into his mouth.

But when this happened, Trunks decided he didn't like this type of biscuit so he spat it onto the once shiny tile floor and proceeded to pour the rest of the shampoo all around his and his father's feet.

As Vegeta started to finally grasp what was going on and what was going to happen to him when Bulma found out. And frankly, he didn't want to die at such a young age. So Vegeta, for the first time in his life decided to act like a real parent and stop his child from poisoning himself.

But, yes, yet another problem for Vegeta. As he turned around to grip his son and yank him off the floor and force-feed him salt water, he slipped on the spilt shampoo and sharply hit his head on the solid tile floor. The last thing he saw for several seconds was just a long, deep pool of blackness surrounding him.

Just a few moments later, Vegeta woke up, hoping to whatever God was listening that it had all just been some kind of crazy dream. Sadly, it was all very much real. The first thing that greeted Vegeta's senses when opening his eyes was the image of his baby son standing over him with an almost evil look in his eye. This look Vegeta recognised very well. It did come from him you know. But this time Vegeta wasn't pleased when that slightly scary look came into the light. Because he knew he was going to be the one to suffer. Big time.

They kept eye contact for a while longer before Trunks gave his own little mini smirk and ran off as fast as his little chubby legs would carry him. Which wasn't very fast really.

But still Vegeta lay on the floor staring at the vacant white ceiling. Wondering what the hell that… thing he called a son was going to do next. Until he heard a rather loud and unforgiving crash. He winced as he clambered to his feet and bolted down the stairs.

But what he found startled him. Trunks, the child that had caused more than a little headache in the last couple of hours, was sitting peacefully on the sofa in front of the TV calmly watching his favourite TV show. And Bulma was standing in the doorway looking angrily in Vegeta's direction.

"Did you not read the list Vegeta? I said NO TV!!! And what do I find when I come home? Our child watching TV!!! What am I going to do with you?"

"But- B" Vegeta tried to explain.

"No buts Vegeta! You're sleeping on the sofa tonight!" Bulma screeched as he hauled herself up the stairs. "At least nothing else went wrong right?"

Vegeta sighed. She would never guess. "No, he was fine."

"Good, coz I would have made your life a living hell if you were lying!" She carried on climbing the stairs. "Watch Trunks while I shower!"

Vegeta sighed with relief and slumped down next to his son. It was finally over. Until…

"VEGETA!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Oh no, he forgot about the state of the bathroom!!!!

OH YEH! OH YEH! I FINISHED A WHOLE STORY ALL BY MYSELF!! SOOOO PROUD!!! THANKS FOR READING AND MAKE SURE YOU REVIEW!