Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Flip FLops and Beach Fun ❯ daaaaad ( Chapter 1 )

“Daaaaad!”

 

Vegeta shook his head and ignored the pitiful wails from outside the gravity chamber door.

 

“Daaaaaaaad!!!” the wailing got a bit louder and more shrill.

 

Vegeta winced at the grating noise of his sons voice, how could HIS son, son of the prince of saiyans, have such a voice? He closed his eyes, knowing that soon the voice would be on his side of the door and being even more annoying.

With a clatter, the door opened, the gravity zipped back to normal and a small purple haired boy stood glaring at his father.

 

“I've waiting in the car for the last 20 minutes!” he stamped his foot.

“Why?” asked Vegeta, bemused beyond belief. The stupidity must come from his mothers side.

“You promised to take me to the beach today! And I've been waiting!” Trunks cried loudly, going pink.

“Take you to the beach? That doesn't sound like something I'd do….” frowned Vegeta.

“It was compensation for hitting me in the face. Again.”

“Ahh, now that does sound like something I'd do”

Trunks scowled and took his fathers hand, and began to drag him out the door. Vegeta let his son drag him until they got to the door where he let go of Trunks' hand, so Trunks fell through the door and Vegeta slammed it closing the gap between them again.

“Dad” said Trunks calmly. Vegeta paused to listen, curious to why his son wasn't making a loud fuss. “Let me put it this way. You can either take me now, without a scene and be normal at the beach OR I tell mother and she yells at you, makes you take me anyway, but make you wear those pink badman speedos. It's your choice.”

Vegeta opened the door and regarded his son, who was smirking in a manner he was so familiar with. “When do we go?”

“Now! Come on, lets fly instead. I don't want to go to a public beach anymore. You'll embarrass me or something. You're hopeless father.” Sighed Trunks, pleased he had got his own way.

 

Awhile later they arrived at the beach, deserted on some island in the middle of the ocean.

“Lets dig a hole!” Trunks shrieked as they landed. Trunks ran forward and started digging furiously in the sand. Bits of sand flew up into Vegetas face, and got stuck in his hair and eyes. He scowled.

“Why dig a hole?” he asked.

Trunks didn't even pause, he knew his father well enough to know what was a right answer and a `right' answer.

“Training purposes.” Trunks said shortly and continued digging like there was no tomorrow.

Vegeta said nothing, but knelt down at the side of the hole. A shell flew up from Trunks furious digging and poked him in the eye. It hurt. More than it should have done. Angry, Vegeta stuck his hands in the hole and began to dig too, flicking up shells and chunks of sand at Trunks to get his own back. Trunks dodged most of the shells and the rest he just shrugged off.

Soon, the hole was no longer being dug, but they were throwing sand and shells and crabs and the like at each other.

“See Dad, I told you that you'd enjoy it!” Trunks crowed, as they paused in their fight and lay on the sand.

“Do you have any food?” asked Vegeta, ruining the lovely Kodak moment they had going for them.

“I have many things…” grinned Trunks, delving into the bag his mother had packed for him, inside he found a food capsule and assorted swimwear and some flip flops. He pulled the latter out and looked at them.

“What the hell are those?” Vegeta asked, grabbing the flip flop from his sons sandy hands.

“They are flip flops” said Trunks, despairing at his fathers lack of knowledge of anything apart from training.

“flip whats? Stop making things up” Vegeta muttered tossing the shoe up in the air and catching it in the other hand.

“They are shoes dad, not juggling balls.”

“Juggling?”

Trunks smiled. He saw so many opportunities opening before him, and he looked through the bag again quickly. Yes, yes, she had. His mother had the sense to pack a video camera, and 4 beach balls.

“Ok dad, here is the deal. How about, if you can wear these flip flops and juggle only 3 beach balls, while walking from” - here Trunks drew a line on the sand with his toe, and ran about 100 meters away and drew another line - “to here, I will never ask you to take me anywhere else after you hit me!”

Vegeta frowned, with a smirk. It looked so easy.

“Whats the catch?” he asked.

“Ahh, I get to film your….triumph…” Trunks grinned.

 

Later that day, Bulma was disturbed from her work when a lot of clattering and door slamming occurred in the upstairs of the house.

She walked up from her lab to see her son, holding the video camera protectively, while bent double laughing, and her husband, covered in sand and seaweed and what looked like a popped beach ball over his shoulder, trying to grab it off him.

“Did you have a good time?” she asked, trying to surpress her own laughter at the sight.

“The best!” “No” came the replies. She managed to calm her son down, and take away the camcorder, saying that whatever was on it was probably better left in the safe.

Vegeta smiled.

In that evening, Bulma was laughing hysterically at the footage, which she had watched since her curiosity had got the best of her, and the next day, each Z senshi found a video tape present waiting for them by their door, or where ever they live. (I'm sure piccolo has a tree house or something)

For who could resist sharing with the world, the prince of saiyans, tripping over his own feet which were in flip flops, landing in the sea as beach balls hit him, then trying to stand only to fall again as flip flops are stupid shoes and are hard to walk in on sand, especially if beach balls are falling on you and a wave hits you too.