Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Giving In ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

You know the drill…damn disclaimers…what do I care about those things anyway? Oh well, I don't own DBZ…otherwise I would be a man.

Author's note: This chapter is the one where Trunks starts his band, but I still don't know if I want you guys to know what Veggie-boy agrees to be in the band. But I can tell you that it's a real shocker.

Chapter Three

Practicing his newfound talents on the drums, Trunks glanced at his teacher then grinned when she stopped plucking at her guitar. "Kat, why don't we start a band?"

"Now why would I waste my time doing that?"

"It's not a waste of time. Besides, I think it would be fun."

"And how fun could a band be with only two players?"

"I could ask Goten to play the Bass."

"Does he know how to play the Bass?"

"Damn straight he knows how to play Bass guitar."

"Now why does it scare me that he knew how to play an instrument before you did?"

"Come on Kat, it only took me four months to pick up on the drums and you tell me I'm better than anyone you've ever heard."

"No…I told you that you were better than most boys your age are when they've been playing for four months."

"But…"

"No, end of story, no more talk of starting a band."

"I bet my dad would let me start a band."

"Well, if you can his high and mighty highness to allow you to start a band then I might consider playing guitar for you. But until then I will not have any part in a band."

"Why not?"

"Because I said so." She got up and left the room with her guitar in her right hand.

Sulking for a moment, he stared at his drumsticks then grinned mischievously before clambering out from behind his drum set. "DAD!"

Looking up from his lunch, Vegeta watched his son run into the kitchen then take a seat across the table from him. Lifting his fork to his mouth, he lifted a brown when his son didn't say anything before speaking himself. "What do you want brat?"

"Can I start a band?"

"What?" Forkful of food entirely forgotten for the minute, he stared at his son as though the boy was insane.

"A band, you know with music and stuff…"

"I know what a band is brat, what I don't know is why you want to start something so stupid."

"Because Kat told me that she wouldn't have any part in a band unless I got your permission first."

"Did she really?"

Nodding, Trunks grabbed a roll from the middle of the table and took a bite out of it before speaking again. "She said it was a waste of time and she wouldn't do anything so childish."

His eyebrow hiked up in surprise as he mulled over what his son had said then lowered even as an evil smirk curled his lips. "Well, in that case you can start a band. Do you have any other members to play in your band?"

"Of course, I have a drummer…that's me, a guitar player…that would be her, and a bass player…that would be Goten."

"Kakarot's brat?"

"Yup."

"Well…do you have a singer?"

"Umm…no."

Rolling his eyes, he stuffed the forkful of food into his mouth then stared up at the ceiling in thought before answering. "I will find an appropriate singer for your band."

"Really?"

"Yes, if it angers that arrogant woman then it would be worth the trouble of finding a decent singer."

"Wow! Thank you father."

"Now go away and let me finish my food."

"No problem father, you won't be disappointed in me this time."

"I'm already regretting the decision." Sighing inaudibly, he made short work of his lunch then returned to the gravity room to think about his choices for singers. He enjoyed angering the small woman and found it amusing when she lost her temper with him during the course of the day. Dodging one of his ki blasts, he reflected on his new course of action for pissing her off. A smug look covered his face when he thought about the first time he would get her to fix the gravity room for him. "Now that would be an accomplishment. If she could fix the gravity room then miracles really could happen. I still haven't figured out what the woman had done to make this machine work properly." With those thoughts in his mind, he set about demolishing the small building.

She was cleaning in the kitchen when she heard the gravity room explode and ran outside to find Vegeta floating about three feet above it. "What the hell did you do?"

"I got a little carried away and now you have to fix this thing or I'll be in your hair for the rest of the time you work here."

Rolling her eyes in exasperation, she studied what remained of his gravity room then sighed and headed back to the house.

"Where are you going?"

"Well…since you've destroyed it so completely that there isn't anything to go by, I have to get blueprints for the thing. How else do you expect me to fix it?"

"There are no blueprints woman."

"Then I won't be able to fix it and you'll have to spar with Goku for the rest of the week."

"No."

"Fine, then I'll let you fix it. Since you spend so much time in there you must know what is needed to fix it."

"I don't have time for that sort of thing."

"Then make yourself useful and wash your dishes from lunch."

"Now what would be the fun in that?"

"Who said anything about having fun?"

Lowering to the ground in front of her, he glared down at her then snorted softly when she crossed her arms over her chest. "That look doesn't work on me anymore."

"Right."

"If you can't fix it then make me a new one."

"I'm not a fucking mechanic Vegeta, I don't build stuff on a whim."

"Really? Then who built that new motorcycle I've seen in the driveway?"

"Me…but that was on a dare that I couldn't do it."

"Fine, then I dare you to build a new gravity machine for me."

"That won't work on me."

"Hmm."

"Whatever you're thinking about saying won't make me fix it. I won't fix it."

"You won't or you can't?"

"I won't."

"That's ok, I didn't think you could anyway." Smirking, he turned towards the house and waited for her reply to his words.

"What?" Her voice raised several pitches as she watched him walk towards the house.

"You heard me woman, I don't think you can fix the gravity machine. It's way above your level of knowledge."

"You don't think so eh? Well, then I'll have to prove you wrong and build a gravity room better than that one."

"Whatever." Shrugging in a non-committal way, he opened the back door and disappeared inside, leaving her alone to seethe in anger.

"I'll show him who can't build that jerk." ****