Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Be nice Vegeta! ❯ YOU DID WHAT!!?? ( Chapter 2 )

CHAPTER 2: YOU DID WHAT!?

Trunks and Goten where laughing and having fun as they went to Trunks place. When they where near the GR, Trunks stopped.

"Goten, wait!" Goten stopped.

"What is it?" Trunks motioned for him to be silent.

"Listen!" Goten blinked, and listened.

"I don´t hear anything, Trunks..."

"Exactly! At this time, you can hear my dad working out in the GR! Come on! We gotta check it out!!" With that, Trunks ran over to the door that lead into the GR, Goten following hesitantly.

"Uhm, Trunks, are you sure this is such a good idea?" The blackhaired boy asked hesitantly.

"I gotta find out what there is going on!" Trunks responded and (with the help from using Goten as a chair) peeked in through the glass-eye in the door. He looked around and blinked.

"He´s not in there!" The purple-haired boy said surprised and jumped down. Goten scratched his head.

"Maybe he´s in the kitchen, having lunch?" He suggested. Trunks frowned, but shrugged.

"Perhaps your right. Lets go check it out!!" With that, he ran over to the door that lead into the house.

"Hey Goten! Come and see this!" He shouted, seeing all the flowers. Goten came jumping, and skitted to stop, seeing all the flowers in the hallway.

"What the....your mom having a flower-frenzy?" He asked Trunks who just stood gaping...not at the flowers, but the sight that met him.

"Dad!!??"

Vegeta stood, beaming cheerfully at the 2 boys, who could only gape at the sight of the Sayain-prince in a pink kitchen-apron.

"Trunks! Goten!! So good to see you 2!! And Goten, how is your lovely mother? Busy as always in the kitchen?" Goten blinked once...twice.

"Uuh....mom is alright, mr. Vegeta, sir...." He stuttered. Vegeta beamed again.

"Oooh lets not be so formal! Just call me mr. V!" Goten blinked even more.

"Uuuh dad, why aren´t you training in the GR?" Trunks asked puzzled, looking weirdly on his dad. Vegeta shrugged merrily.

"Oh, I didn´t really feel like it. Besides, I had dinner to make! Oh, and maybe you should check up on your mother? She felt ill at sudden when she came home."

"Uuh....OK..." Trunks said hesitantly. "But...aren´t you going to try and become strong enough to defear Mr. Goku?" Vegeta shrugged.

"Naawwww I figured I oughta help out alittle more here in the house. Your dear mother works so hard everyday, cooking, cleaning, inventing....so I figured it would be best if I began to take my turn! Oh Goten dear, would you like a cookie? Their freshbaked and homemade! Just a minute!" Vegeta zipped out into the kitchen, and returned with a tray of cookies.

"Here, have one...or better yet, take 5 for each hand!" He chirped. Goten took a step back. This was getting WAAYYY too creepy!

"Uhm. Trunks? I just remembered...my mom wanted me home early, so....I...kinda...gotta go...see ya! Bye!!" With that, he ran off. Vegeta waved cheerfully.

"Goodbye! Say hello to your mother from me!!" He cheered. Trunks stood paralyzed and watched his friend run off....when Goten had vanished into the horizont, he turned to face Vegeta, his face glowing volcano red with anger.

"ALRIGHT *SPIT OUT*!!! WHERE'S MY DAD AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HIM!!!!!"

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Bulma groaned slightly as she woke up. She was laying on the couch in the livingroom, a damp rag on her forehead. Trunks sat on a chair next to the couch, arms crossed.

"Oh hello Trunks, hun....owww what happened?" Bulma said, rubbing her sore backhead.

"OK mom, what have you done to dad!?" Trunks said with a small growl. "He´s acting like a freak!!" Bulma blinked then grinned embaressed.

"Eh...uhhmm....you see....its a pretty funny story....your dad blew up the GR room (again)....and when Krillin said something about him being nicer, I remembered the Dragonballs....so...I...kindawishedthatVegetawouldbenice..."

"Hn? Could you repeat that?" Trunks asked with a raised brow.

"I said...thatIkindawishedthatVegetawouldbenice....." Bulma muttered. Trunks eyes widened.

"ARE YOU OUTTA YOUR MIND!? Now we're stuck with him being like that for a whole year!!" the purplehaired boy complained, shoving his arms up in the air. Bulma sweatdropped.

"Oh don´t be so silly Trunks! Perhaps we will be used to him by then!" At that moment, Vegeta strolled by, with a feather-duster and a vacuum-cleaner.

"Hmmm-hmm-hmmm....straighten up Trunks, its not good for your back if you hang over like that!" he hummed as he vacuumed under the couch Bulma was laying on, then strolled on.

"Or...maybe not...." Bulma muttered, with a bigger sweatdrop.

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