Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Prompted VegetaBulma ❯ A Child's Logic ( Chapter 29 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Prompt: "Misunderstanding".

A/N: This is a sequel to an eariler Drabble: "Child's Perspective".

Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.

The gravity was set at a very low 50G’s as Vegeta continued his usual warm-up katas. He looked over his right arm, glancing at his young son.

Trunks struggled under the heavy gravity. Sweat was already starting to form on the boy’s face as he attempted to lift one foot then the other. “Dad?” he grunted out, the weight of the gravity finally pushing him down on his butt.

Vegeta smirked as he watched the boy wipe an arm across his forehead, then trying to push himself back up. “What? Do you need me to turn the gravity back down to 20?” his voice mocking.

“No,” Trunks growled a bit before gathering his strength and pushing up. “It’s about something I saw the other day.” His young mind couldn’t help but be curious how his father had managed to turn the punishment he was supposed to receive back to his mother--and not get into further trouble!

A dark eyebrow raised, and Vegeta paused briefly from his movements as he wondered just what the hell his son had seen. Was this going to be bad or good? Was it something the child’s mind thought important, but that he, himself, would find boring and inane? He continued his punches before finally asking, “What is it, brat?”

“You got in trouble with Mom yesterday, and I saw you guys arguing….”

“Boy,” Vegeta interjected, not liking where this was going. “You were supposed to be with your grandmother.”

Trunks shrugged. “I told her I had to use the bathroom so I could see what was going on,” he admitted. If he was with his mother, he wouldn’t be so honest about his sneaky behavior. His father, however, always seemed to let such actions slide. Trunks looked over at his father, seeing the stern face not giving much away--as usual. “So,” he started, standing a little straighter as his body was getting more used to the gravity. “I was just wondering.” He gulped, not liking that his father had stopped his katas and was now giving him undivided attention. “Um.”

Vegeta rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “Out with it, boy!” he barked.

“I was just wondering why if you were the one in trouble; why did Mom get a spanking and not you?” he finally blurted out. He watched as his father’s face contorted from sternness, to confusion, and finally to embarrassment.

At first, Vegeta had no idea what Trunks had been talking about. Bulma getting the spanking during their argument? Then, it hit him. He felt the heat rush to his cheeks, and a hand came up to cover the evidence of his embarrassment at being caught. His playful side was reserved only for the woman, and only she had been privileged to it in the last year.

“Dad?”

His son’s worried voice brought him back to reality. He was about to start explaining, but was cut off before he could even open his mouth.

“So how did you do it?” Trunks asked excitedly. His father wasn’t yelling, so he could only take it that the older man was planning on giving him some sort of answer.

His hand lowered from his face, swinging back down to his side, before he started toward the boy with a slightly confused look. What the hell was running through this kid’s head? “What are you talking about now, boy?”

Trunks watched as his father approached him. A small was lighting up his small face. “Well, not only did you manage turn your punishment around on Mom; Mom didn’t even get angry about it!”

Oh, for fuck’s sake! The boy’s brain was just too much like his mother’s--always over-analyzing ever little thing she took in. He came to a stop in front Trunks as his mind thought of something to tell the child. He could tell the boy the truth, but Vegeta wasn’t sure how well Trunks would understand the concept. Sure the boy had seen he and Bulma being “intimate” on a few occasions, but nothing that the boy didn’t find “disgusting” and had immediately walked away from. He could try to come up with an explanation as to how he had done exactly what the child thought he had done. Vegeta shook his head. “Why don’t you go ask your mom why she didn’t get mad at me?” He finally opted for an answer that wouldn’t get him into too much trouble with the woman, and hopefully satisfy his son’s curiosity. After all, it had been the feisty female that had enticed him to do the deed in the first place.

“But, Dad,” Trunks started to whine, but at the glare he received his mouth instantly shut.

“Now, back to training. If you can handle it.” Vegeta smirked, until Trunks jumped--only a few inches off the ground. His son mirroring the mocking face he had received just seconds ago.

Bulma sat outside, taking a much needed smoke break after her morning meetings and eating lunch. She would normally eat lunch inside on such a humid day, but she’d promised Vegeta she’d try to stay out of the house when smoking due to his and Trunks sensitive noses. She took a long drag from the cigarette in her hand, exhaling the smoke and letting out her stress along with it.

The back door flew open, and her son stepped outside with a wide grin. Bulma put the cigarette down in the ashtray that was sitting on the patio table next to her. “I take it training with your father went well today,” she commented as she took in the huge grin that was covering his entire face.

“Yeah!” The boy went to sit in the chair next to his mother.

“Well, you gonna tell me what happened or keep me in suspense?” she asked with a grin of her own.

“Dad cranked the gravity all the way up to 50!” His mother gave him a surprised look. “And it only took me about twenty minutes to get used to it!”

Bulma reached over and ruffled his still damp hair. “Well, you are your father’s son.” She laughed lightly as Trunks continued to grin. She took a bite of her sandwich and swallowed before asking, “So, where is your father?”

“Getting lunch,” Trunks stated with a slight roll of his eyes.

She shot a glare towards her son. The boy sure did have his father’s smart mouth. “Is he joining us or are you just sitting out here to be with me?”

Trunks shot up at her words. That’s what he was supposed to be doing! “I wanted to ask you something!”

“What’s that?” She eyed him suspiciously because of his excited tone.

Trunks sat back down, his grin disappearing as a serious expression crossed his face. Now that he was face-to-face with his mother, this didn’t seem like a such good idea. “Um,” he started, but instantly stopped again.

“Trunks, what did you do?” she asked curiously, but her voice still held a slight tone of sternness. If he was having this much trouble asking after being so excited in the first place, something was definitely up.

His eyes shifted to the door before going back to his mother. “Well, I kinda saw you and Dad arguing yesterday.” He swallowed as his mother’s eyes narrowed. “And, um, Dad spanked you instead of the other way around. And I was wondering how come Dad didn’t get into further trouble.”

Bulma rested an elbow on the table before resting her forehead against her upturned palm. She watched from the corner of her eye as her son’s eyes kept flicking back towards the door then down at his hands. She smiled lightly as she raised her head back up. Judging by her son’s nervous behavior toward the door, she was going to deduce that he’d already asked Vegeta. So, if he was asking it could be only one of two reasons: a) Vegeta was wanting to know what her answer was or b) Vegeta didn’t give him an answer and had sent the boy to her. She wasn’t quite sure which answer to pick today, since she hadn’t seen Vegeta and what mood was dominating him today.

“It’s just that every time I talk back when I’m in trouble, my punishment gets doubled,” Trunks said, still a little nervous about what his mother’s reaction was going to be.

Bulma couldn’t help the laugh that spilled out of her mouth. She muffled the noise with the back of her hand. “Oh, don’t worry, Trunks,” Bulma finally said with a smile. “Your father got double his punishment.”

It was Trunks’ turn to narrow his eyes suspiciously. “Mom….”

“Go eat lunch before you starve.” She shooed him off with the wave of her hand as she went back to her sandwich and cigarette.

Trunks entered the kitchen, a pout on his face as he went to sit at the table. His father had laid him a couple plates of food a few seats away from his own.

“So what’d she say?” Vegeta stopped eating, almost curious as to what answer Bulma had given the child.

Trunks picked up his fork, moving bits of food around on the plate in front of him. His eyes stayed downcast, seemingly inspecting the food. “She said you did get double your punishment.”

Vegeta was glad he had stopped shoveling food in his mouth. His mouth opened and closed, a small blush tingeing his cheeks light pink. He raised a hand to cover the bottom half of his face as he tried to hold back laughter. Luckily he had recollected his composure before the boy looked over at him.

Trunks finally looked up from his plate, his father already back to eating as if nothing had been said. “I don’t believe her.”

Vegeta smirked. “As well you shouldn’t. Sometimes it’s just easier to let her think she got her way.”

Trunks’ mood brightened. “Wow, Dad. I knew you were smart!”

Vegeta turned the covers down on his side of the bed. However, his eyes were trained on the slender female across the bed and the silk top she held in her hand. She slipped the flimsy material over her head before turning around and facing him.

Bulma grinned.

“So what’s this I hear about me getting double my punishment last night? If that’s what your punishment is for me I’ll be sure to be bad more often.” The grin plastered on his face was anything but innocent.

Bulma pulled her side of the covers back and slipped into bed. “Oh, so you did ask him to get my answer for you, then.”

Vegeta scoffed. “No. The boy was merely curious, and since it was your fault….”

“My fault?” she asked with a laugh. “I didn’t ask you to smack my ass. You did it of your own free will.”

He slipped into bed next to her. A hand coming to rest on a silk covered breast. “You provoked me.”

“Oh yes, sorry, Your Majesty. Because nothing is ever your fault. It’s always me being too sexy to resist, or my machines not being built properly.” Her eyes caught his and the glint of playfulness in them. Her body slowly responding to his lightly stroking finger.

“Well, your machines are pretty shitty.” Before he could blink, his hand was laying on the bed sheets and his eyes were looking at her back.

“Hm, I’m suddenly not in the mood.” Her hand reached out and up to turn off the lamp on her nightstand.

Vegeta sighed, his hand fisting the sheets for a second before he flopped back on the bed, his head hitting the fluffy pillow. First rule of Bulma Briefs: Don’t make fun of her work!