Disclaimer: I don't own Dragonball Z or any of the characters. I just love
to see the power that Trunks and Bra have over their dear old Dad.
AN: Let me just start out by saying that I am very aware that the age difference between Trunks and Bra is off by a few years in my story. So if you flame this story try to avoid the age difference topic. Thank you. Now, on to the tale.
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"But why can't I?"
Bulma didn't even turn from her work at the stove. "Because you can't," she stated plainly.
Trunks slumped in his chair. "Goten's parents let him have pets."
Bulma sighed at Trunks pouty voice. This was an old argument between her and her son (and sometimes her daughter). "That's because Goten's father doesn't hate animals."
Three year old Bra looked up from her coloring book. Today was one of those days that she had decided to take up her brother's fight. "But daddy doesn't hate animals. He loves everything!" she said innocently.
Bulma smirked, "Is that so? Well if that's true, how do you explain what happen to Grandpa's cat?"
Bra looked at her mother in confusion, "What happened to 'papa's kitty?"
Trunks looked solemnly at his sister. "He crossed dad's path one to many times."
Bra gulped as the implications of what Trunks was saying sunk in. She considered this (as much as a three-year-old could) then she smiled. "Daddy will love my kitty," she stated confidently.
Trunks frowned at his sister. "Dog, Bra, we're getting a dog," he corrected her, then he returned his attention to his mother. "Bra's right mom. Grandpa's cat was stupid. All it ever did was sit on Grandpa's shoulder. My …I mean… our dog will be much cooler."
Bulma was about to turn them down flat, but then she thought, Why should I always look like the bad guy? After all, Vegeta's the one who doesn't want a pet. I know exactly how to fix this little problem.
"Ok, Trunks, you can have a pet," Trunks face lit with excitement, "if, your dad says you can."
Trunks had been about to whoop with joy until he had heard the last part. How could his mom do this to him? In all his twelve years all he had ever wanted was a dog. Now she had put him so close to achieving his goal, and then had cruelly snatched it away. It just wasn't fair.
"But mom he'll never-" he protested.
"Get your father to agree or no dice." Bulma turned back to the stove. They were never getting a pet and even though she hated to see her children unhappy, she didn't want to hear Vegeta's mouth either.
"Agree to what?"
Trunks and Bra looked up to see their father striding into the room.
"Morning, daddy!" Bra said brightly ever happy to see her father.
Vegeta sat at the table and nodded in his daughter's direction. Her excitement at seeing him always threw him a little off kilter, because he didn't know exactly how to respond.
"Trunks has something to discuss with you," Bulma said as she began to scoop their food into serving bowls.
Lucky me, Vegeta thought. He wished that just once he could eat his breakfast in peace. Every time he tried to be nice and share a meal with them, one or more of them always had something they had to 'discuss' with him. He sighed. "What is it then? Speak boy."
Trunks drummed up his courage. "Dad you know how you always want me to find a new way enhance my training. Well, … I found a way. A dog. Now, dad I know you're thinking that a dog can't enhance my training but hear me out. I could … um…. race with him, yeah that's right, race. It will increase my speed. And when I shadow box he could stand on his hind legs and …um…. box with me. So you can see how good a dog will be for me… and my training, I mean."
Vegeta only grunted. Damn, how did that woman get into shorts that tight? He really hadn't heard a word the boy had said. He'd been too distracted by the woman's long legs pouring out of those short shorts. Bulma felt his eyes on her swaying hips and turned to look at him. She gave him a promising little smile. Vegeta could have swore his heart rate jumped 10 times. His only outward reaction, though, was the arch of an eyebrow and a small nod of his head.
"- and Mom said ok. So can we dad?"
"Pleassee," Bra added for effect.
Vegeta looked at his children in confusion. Had he missed something? "Your mother said ok?" Vegeta said trying to cover up his earlier distraction.
"Yes," Trunks said with a glimmer of hope.
"Well, then it's fine by me."
Bulma nearly dropped the plate of eggs she had been holding.
Trunks jumped for joy. "Thanks Dad! You're the best! I'm going to call Goten right now and tell him!" He was already half way up the stairs.
"Oh, I just can't wait to show Pan my new Kitty! Thank you Daddy." Bra said with glee. She jumped into Vegeta's lap and kissed his cheek, before following her brother up the stairs.
Vegeta was to shocked to speak. When he recovered, it hit him. "Kitty. As in cat," he asked his mate in outrage.
"Or dog if Trunks has his way," Bulma stated as she sat at the table.
Vegeta was stunned. They'd done it to him again. "Those little hellions tricked me!" he roared.
Bulma sat back in her chair and snickered.
"Stop your laughing, Woman! I will not be deceived by two spoiled brats in my own home," he yelled as he jumped up, "and I'm going up there and tell them just that!"
"Wait just one friggin' minute!"
Vegeta stopped his rampage. He knew that tone. It usually meant he and Bulma were going to argue. And this was going to be one hell of an argument.
"I will not allow you take away the happiness you've just given our children."
"What do you mean 'won't allow'-"
Bulma held up her hand to silence him. "Trunks asked and you said 'yes'."
"But I wasn't listen-"
"AND it's not his fault that you were to busy feeling me up with your eyes to pay attention to him," Bulma interrupted.
Vegeta tried to control his growing frustration. "I wouldn't have been distracted if you weren't walking around half naked," he said through gritted teeth.
"First of all, I am wearing plenty of clothes. Second, even if I wasn't, that still isn't their fault. And third and most importantly, you ARE getting them a pet!"
Vegeta stared at Bulma. Bulma stared at Vegeta.
"We'll just see about that, Woman."
Vegeta turned to head up the stairs after his children. He stopped in his tracks when he saw his small daughter standing in the doorway watching her parents.
"I can't have the kitty, Daddy?" she asked in a small voice that sounded dangerously close to tears.
As her blue eyes watered over, he felt himself breaking. He hated seeing her frown let alone cry. A tear slipped down her cheek and Vegeta knew she had defeated him. Again.
"Of course you can sweetheart," Bulma said when Vegeta remained silent. "Now go upstairs and tell Trunks to get ready. Your father is going to take you to the pet store right now."
Vegeta turned to tell the woman exactly what to do with that idea.
"Really, daddy?"
Vegeta looked back at his little girl and said, "Only if you hurry up. Quickly child, if you're not back down here in 10 minutes no pet."
Bra turned and ran happily from the room. She stopped when she saw a shadow step from under the staircase.
"How'd it go?" Trunks asked anxiously.
Bra smiled as she wiped the phony tears from her eyes. "He was like putty in my hands," she said triumphantly.
Trunks smiled as he high-fived his sister. He had to admit that she was good at what she did. But, then again, he'd taught her everything she knew.
The two ran upstairs playfully arguing over whether to get a dog or a cat.
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They're so bad. But they are Vegeta's children after all. Next Chapter: It's off to the pet store for our Veggie-chan. Please R&R and tell me if I should continue posting here. Thanks for reading.
AN: Let me just start out by saying that I am very aware that the age difference between Trunks and Bra is off by a few years in my story. So if you flame this story try to avoid the age difference topic. Thank you. Now, on to the tale.
* * *
"But why can't I?"
Bulma didn't even turn from her work at the stove. "Because you can't," she stated plainly.
Trunks slumped in his chair. "Goten's parents let him have pets."
Bulma sighed at Trunks pouty voice. This was an old argument between her and her son (and sometimes her daughter). "That's because Goten's father doesn't hate animals."
Three year old Bra looked up from her coloring book. Today was one of those days that she had decided to take up her brother's fight. "But daddy doesn't hate animals. He loves everything!" she said innocently.
Bulma smirked, "Is that so? Well if that's true, how do you explain what happen to Grandpa's cat?"
Bra looked at her mother in confusion, "What happened to 'papa's kitty?"
Trunks looked solemnly at his sister. "He crossed dad's path one to many times."
Bra gulped as the implications of what Trunks was saying sunk in. She considered this (as much as a three-year-old could) then she smiled. "Daddy will love my kitty," she stated confidently.
Trunks frowned at his sister. "Dog, Bra, we're getting a dog," he corrected her, then he returned his attention to his mother. "Bra's right mom. Grandpa's cat was stupid. All it ever did was sit on Grandpa's shoulder. My …I mean… our dog will be much cooler."
Bulma was about to turn them down flat, but then she thought, Why should I always look like the bad guy? After all, Vegeta's the one who doesn't want a pet. I know exactly how to fix this little problem.
"Ok, Trunks, you can have a pet," Trunks face lit with excitement, "if, your dad says you can."
Trunks had been about to whoop with joy until he had heard the last part. How could his mom do this to him? In all his twelve years all he had ever wanted was a dog. Now she had put him so close to achieving his goal, and then had cruelly snatched it away. It just wasn't fair.
"But mom he'll never-" he protested.
"Get your father to agree or no dice." Bulma turned back to the stove. They were never getting a pet and even though she hated to see her children unhappy, she didn't want to hear Vegeta's mouth either.
"Agree to what?"
Trunks and Bra looked up to see their father striding into the room.
"Morning, daddy!" Bra said brightly ever happy to see her father.
Vegeta sat at the table and nodded in his daughter's direction. Her excitement at seeing him always threw him a little off kilter, because he didn't know exactly how to respond.
"Trunks has something to discuss with you," Bulma said as she began to scoop their food into serving bowls.
Lucky me, Vegeta thought. He wished that just once he could eat his breakfast in peace. Every time he tried to be nice and share a meal with them, one or more of them always had something they had to 'discuss' with him. He sighed. "What is it then? Speak boy."
Trunks drummed up his courage. "Dad you know how you always want me to find a new way enhance my training. Well, … I found a way. A dog. Now, dad I know you're thinking that a dog can't enhance my training but hear me out. I could … um…. race with him, yeah that's right, race. It will increase my speed. And when I shadow box he could stand on his hind legs and …um…. box with me. So you can see how good a dog will be for me… and my training, I mean."
Vegeta only grunted. Damn, how did that woman get into shorts that tight? He really hadn't heard a word the boy had said. He'd been too distracted by the woman's long legs pouring out of those short shorts. Bulma felt his eyes on her swaying hips and turned to look at him. She gave him a promising little smile. Vegeta could have swore his heart rate jumped 10 times. His only outward reaction, though, was the arch of an eyebrow and a small nod of his head.
"- and Mom said ok. So can we dad?"
"Pleassee," Bra added for effect.
Vegeta looked at his children in confusion. Had he missed something? "Your mother said ok?" Vegeta said trying to cover up his earlier distraction.
"Yes," Trunks said with a glimmer of hope.
"Well, then it's fine by me."
Bulma nearly dropped the plate of eggs she had been holding.
Trunks jumped for joy. "Thanks Dad! You're the best! I'm going to call Goten right now and tell him!" He was already half way up the stairs.
"Oh, I just can't wait to show Pan my new Kitty! Thank you Daddy." Bra said with glee. She jumped into Vegeta's lap and kissed his cheek, before following her brother up the stairs.
Vegeta was to shocked to speak. When he recovered, it hit him. "Kitty. As in cat," he asked his mate in outrage.
"Or dog if Trunks has his way," Bulma stated as she sat at the table.
Vegeta was stunned. They'd done it to him again. "Those little hellions tricked me!" he roared.
Bulma sat back in her chair and snickered.
"Stop your laughing, Woman! I will not be deceived by two spoiled brats in my own home," he yelled as he jumped up, "and I'm going up there and tell them just that!"
"Wait just one friggin' minute!"
Vegeta stopped his rampage. He knew that tone. It usually meant he and Bulma were going to argue. And this was going to be one hell of an argument.
"I will not allow you take away the happiness you've just given our children."
"What do you mean 'won't allow'-"
Bulma held up her hand to silence him. "Trunks asked and you said 'yes'."
"But I wasn't listen-"
"AND it's not his fault that you were to busy feeling me up with your eyes to pay attention to him," Bulma interrupted.
Vegeta tried to control his growing frustration. "I wouldn't have been distracted if you weren't walking around half naked," he said through gritted teeth.
"First of all, I am wearing plenty of clothes. Second, even if I wasn't, that still isn't their fault. And third and most importantly, you ARE getting them a pet!"
Vegeta stared at Bulma. Bulma stared at Vegeta.
"We'll just see about that, Woman."
Vegeta turned to head up the stairs after his children. He stopped in his tracks when he saw his small daughter standing in the doorway watching her parents.
"I can't have the kitty, Daddy?" she asked in a small voice that sounded dangerously close to tears.
As her blue eyes watered over, he felt himself breaking. He hated seeing her frown let alone cry. A tear slipped down her cheek and Vegeta knew she had defeated him. Again.
"Of course you can sweetheart," Bulma said when Vegeta remained silent. "Now go upstairs and tell Trunks to get ready. Your father is going to take you to the pet store right now."
Vegeta turned to tell the woman exactly what to do with that idea.
"Really, daddy?"
Vegeta looked back at his little girl and said, "Only if you hurry up. Quickly child, if you're not back down here in 10 minutes no pet."
Bra turned and ran happily from the room. She stopped when she saw a shadow step from under the staircase.
"How'd it go?" Trunks asked anxiously.
Bra smiled as she wiped the phony tears from her eyes. "He was like putty in my hands," she said triumphantly.
Trunks smiled as he high-fived his sister. He had to admit that she was good at what she did. But, then again, he'd taught her everything she knew.
The two ran upstairs playfully arguing over whether to get a dog or a cat.
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They're so bad. But they are Vegeta's children after all. Next Chapter: It's off to the pet store for our Veggie-chan. Please R&R and tell me if I should continue posting here. Thanks for reading.