Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Prompted VegetaBulma ❯ Child's Perspective ( Chapter 16 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Prompt for the Drabble: "Spank". Word count set at: 300
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
Trunks was supposed to be in the kitchen helping his grandmother cook, but he was much more interested in what was going on outside.
His parents were at it again! His mother jabbing an accusing finger in the direction of his father as she yelled. His father just stood there with his usual scowl, arms crossed.
It was always the same scene he came across when his mother interrupted their training sessions and forced him to leave. He’d always find a way to sneak a peek. He was just at that age where he wanted to know more about his parents. Sure, he hung around them a lot individually, but he rarely saw them together. That was, unless they were arguing about something or his father was ranting off demands that his mother build something for him.
His father caught her hand that had been jabbing the finger at him, pulling her a bit closer. His mouth opened slightly to bare his teeth. Trunks’ heart raced a little at the harsh expression, but his mother seemed unaffected by it. Instead of acting frightened, she smiled, her free hand coming to rest on his cheek. Trunks sighed briefly. One of the many reasons he was almost more afraid of his mother than his father: she easily stood her ground against him.
He continued to watch, his father finally let go of her hand, and she slid slightly away from him. The smile was still on her face as a light blush covered his father’s cheeks. She smirked before turning away from him and giving a cock of her hip. As his mother turned her back, though, his father smirked. His hand reached out to smack her bottom.
‘Shouldn’t his father be getting the spanking?’ Trunks thought as he watched the display.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
Trunks was supposed to be in the kitchen helping his grandmother cook, but he was much more interested in what was going on outside.
His parents were at it again! His mother jabbing an accusing finger in the direction of his father as she yelled. His father just stood there with his usual scowl, arms crossed.
It was always the same scene he came across when his mother interrupted their training sessions and forced him to leave. He’d always find a way to sneak a peek. He was just at that age where he wanted to know more about his parents. Sure, he hung around them a lot individually, but he rarely saw them together. That was, unless they were arguing about something or his father was ranting off demands that his mother build something for him.
His father caught her hand that had been jabbing the finger at him, pulling her a bit closer. His mouth opened slightly to bare his teeth. Trunks’ heart raced a little at the harsh expression, but his mother seemed unaffected by it. Instead of acting frightened, she smiled, her free hand coming to rest on his cheek. Trunks sighed briefly. One of the many reasons he was almost more afraid of his mother than his father: she easily stood her ground against him.
He continued to watch, his father finally let go of her hand, and she slid slightly away from him. The smile was still on her face as a light blush covered his father’s cheeks. She smirked before turning away from him and giving a cock of her hip. As his mother turned her back, though, his father smirked. His hand reached out to smack her bottom.
‘Shouldn’t his father be getting the spanking?’ Trunks thought as he watched the display.