Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Trunks' Day Out ❯ Chapter 1

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Trunks' Day Out

by Bulmafox

"Vegeta, I have to go to the doctor with Chi Chi today, so watch Trunks while I'm gone." Bulma handed the squealing infant to Vegeta.

"No way."

Everything stopped. "What did you say?" Bulma asked in a low voice.

"I said no. I will not watch your brat."

"'My brat'? He's your brat, too."

"I only promised to train him, not send him frolicking through the fields."

"I know you didn't just say that. I thought you cared for your son. What about when Trunks was killed by Cell and you went mad?"

"That was the future version, not the present one."

"Oh? So you'll love him only when he grows up?"

"He'll earn my respect when he proves himself."

"Vegeta, he's just a baby. He only just now learned to walk. Look me in the eye and tell me you don't care one bit for our son. Do it, Vegeta."

Vegeta opened his mouth to say something…then looked away, shifting uncomfortably.

Bulma smiled. "I knew it. So you do care for our son. So, it's settled, then. See ya in a few hours," she chirped as she left the house, with her little boy still in Vegeta's arms.

Vegeta asked to the empty house, "What did I ever do to deserve this?"

"Bah!" Trunks said.

Vegeta looked down at his son. "What do you know? You can't even talk yet. Fine, if I must witness your reign of terror, at least let's get out of this stifling house."

"Bah!" Trunks said again.

Vegeta got Trunks' diaper bag, which contained everything Trunks would need for a day, and the two set off for the great outdoors.

Vegeta could swear everyone was boring holes into him with their eyes. No doubt they were laughing behind his back at the sight of such a manly man carting around an infant in his arms like a housemaid. Vegeta glared around, challenging anyone to laugh to his face. No one else was outside. Despite that, Vegeta still felt awkward cradling his son in his arms the way the boy's mother would. He tried holding Trunks in various positions; some were slightly unconventional, others were downright ridiculous. Finally he placed Trunks on his shoulders, letting the boy mess with his hair. He also decided on a destination. He turned and leisurely walked his way to the mountains.

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The bald monk Krillin Chestnut stretched out his lawn chair and carefully arranged his drinks on a nearby tray. Today was a beautiful day and he was not going to miss a minute of it. His buddy, Gohan, set up another lawn chair next to him. Thank goodness Chi Chi was not at home today or Gohan would surely be studying instead of sunbathing. Krillin and Gohan assumed their positions and closed their eyes, ready to take anything the sun had to offer.

Without warning, a large shadow covered Krillin's face. "Hey Gohan, move it, man. I'm trying to soak up some serious sun." When the shadow didn't move, Krillin said, "C'mon man, you're crampin' my style. Get out of the way already." When the shadow didn't move, Krillin opened his eyes to give whoever blocked his sun a piece of his mind. The poor man almost wet his pants when he saw who blocked his sun.

"H-hi, Vegeta," Krillin said shakily, "Nice day."

"Where do I put him?" Vegeta asked, practically shoving Trunks into Krillin's arms.

Gohan jumped up and said, "Wait here, Vegeta. I'll make something." A few minutes later Gohan had constructed a makeshift playpen for Trunks.

"So-so what brings you over here, Vegeta?" Krillin asked.

"He wants to spend the day with his friends!" Gohan cheered.

"Don't get the wrong idea," Vegeta snorted, "There's just nothing better to do. So is there anything to do around here besides wrinkle in the sun?"

Krillin looked offended that Vegeta had insulted his precious sunbathing. "Well, there is poker. I assume you know what poker is?"

"Of course I do, you dolt! The woman only plays it every week!"

"Regular or strip?"

Vegeta's face turned beet red. "Change the subject!"

Krillin smirked an evil little smirk. It was rare one caught the Saiyan Prince off guard, and he hadn't felt that proud since he told Goku about the birds and the bees. Krillin set up the card table and the chairs and Gohan brought out some lemonade and his deck of customized playing cards he kept hidden from his mother. Vegeta put Trunks in the playpen and sat down to play poker.

Three rounds later, Gohan decided to check on Trunks. He went around the back and looked at the playpen. He suddenly belted out a shriek that sent Krillin and Vegeta running.

"Gohan, what's wrong?" Krillin asked urgently, already imagining little Trunks being eaten by a monster or worse.

"I-it's Trunks," Gohan said, "He's escaped."

"What did you expect?" Vegeta sneered, "That was a shoddy imitation of a playpen."

"If you had watched you son like you were supposed to instead of leaving him in a playpen, none of this would've happened," Krillin accused Vegeta.

"It's not my fault Gohan used such shoddy materials!"

"It's your fault for refusing to watch your son in the first place!" Krillin huffed and went inside to look for Trunks. "If he's been eaten by a monster, it's on your head."

Krillin searched inside the house while Gohan scoured outside. Vegeta just leaned on the side of the house. Without a word, Vegeta headed for the woods.

"Deadbeat jerk," Krillin told Gohan as he looked outside, "One minor setback and he abandons his flesh and blood. What a father."

"Are you sure he's really that bad?" Gohan asked.

"Did you see the way he just up and left without even bothering to look for Trunks? He's a deadbeat, all right."

"Maybe he didn't abandon his son."

"Huh?"

"Vegeta didn't look like he was heading home, and we haven't found Trunks at all. Maybe he knows something we don't."

"Yeah, like the best time to abandon his kid."

"No, like where Trunks is. Maybe Trunks wandered into the woods!" Gohan eagerly followed Vegeta, with Krillin trailing reluctantly behind.

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"Where are you, you little terror?" Vegeta asked no one in particular. "If only Bulma knew what kind of devil you really are she'd disown you." Vegeta felt a medium-strong ki. "There you are, you devil. Daddy's coming for you." He smirked as he rushed toward the source.

Vegeta found himself standing in front of an ice cream vendor in a strange city. A Jamaican man with colored dreadlocks smiled up at him. "So what's yo flavah mon?" he asked.

Vegeta noticed something squirming in the man's arms. "What is that?" he asked the Jamaican.

The Jamaican held up the baby he was holding. "Isn't 'ee cute? 'Ee just walked right into my arms. I call 'im 'Edward the Third'."

Vegeta snatched the baby from his arms. "No you don't. This is my son and his name is Trunks. Now give me a double scoop of chocolate or else."

The Jamaican man handed Vegeta his double chocolate ice cream cone. "One hundred zeni mon." He extended his hand, expecting payment for the ice cream.

"Just be lucky you're still breathing," Vegeta said as he walked away with Trunks and the ice cream. The Jamaican yelled at him, demanding his money.

Vegeta walked a little ways, then launched a small ki blast at the stand, setting the whole thing ablaze, man and all. "See, Trunks? This is how you deal with people who annoy you."

Trunks laughed at all the bright colors.

Right then Gohan and Krillin landed in front of Vegeta. "You found him! You really found him!" Gohan cheered.

Krillin looked over Vegeta's shoulder at the inferno. "You did that, didn't you Vegeta?" Krillin accused the Saiyan.

"The poor man just spilled gasoline all over himself. He really was a klutz."

Krillin made a flat face. "Yeah, sure. Whatever you say."

"I have an idea," Gohan said, "Since we're all out here anyway, why don't we go to an amusement park?"

Vegeta told Gohan, "Why not? Let's go." He enjoyed the thought of getting the two leeches out of his hair for a couple of hours. The foursome made their way to the nearest amusement park.

The group reached the amusement park in no time at all. While they waited in the long line, Gohan noticed a big sign at the front that read, "Today's Special: Kids 12 and Under Free."

Krillin smirked his evil smirk again. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Gohan?"

"That's mean, Krillin." Gohan scolded.

"So? He deserves it."

When the group finally reached the front of the line, Krillin set his plan into motion. "Oooh ohh Daddy, can we go? Can we go?" Krillin winked an eye at Gohan.

"Please, Daddy?" Gohan asked Vegeta. "I wanna go in."

The man at the ticket booth told Vegeta, "Ooh, what adorable kids you have. This bald one is so cute!"

"They are not my kids!" Vegeta growled.

Krillin started wailing in front of the man. "You're mean, Daddy!"

Gohan wailed, too. "Mom wouldn't disown us!"

Trunks jumped on the bandwagon and wailed, too.

All the wailing finally became too much for Vegeta. "Enough!! Fine, if you want in so badly, go! Knock yourselves out! I don't care! Just stop bawling!"

Gohan and Krillin grinned at each other. They said in unison, "Okay Daddy!"

"Just go on!"

"Sure, Daddy!" Krillin and Gohan raced in at breakneck speed to parts unknown.

Vegeta paid his way and sat on the nearest bench to rest from the day's activities. The next thing he knew, he heard a crowd of people cooing at something. He opened his eyes to see what the big deal was and saw Trunks climbing in a cabin on the Tilt-O-Whirl.

"No!" Vegeta shouted as he ran for the cabin, but it was already too late. The ride started whirling just as Vegeta climbed on to the frame. He carefully made his way around the circle to Trunks' cabin. That was when the operator decided to speed things up. Vegeta was flung halfway off the ride before he clung to dear life at the nearest beam he found. Three cabins below, Trunks laughed at his father stuck on a beam. Vegeta's face turned red with fury and he had to remind himself to not blow the whole thing up or else Bulma would kick him out of bed for a month…or worse. Vegeta waited for the perfect chance to grab his son. After the ride stopped in mid-whirl, Vegeta climbed down and snatched Trunks from his cabin.

After that whole debacle was over, Vegeta walked a few feet and killed the operator from afar. "Surely your mother won't mind one tiny casualty…or two. After all, they really did deserve it." Trunks yawned upon hearing his father's voice.

"Finally, the little spawn is getting tired. So am I. I think I should've told her about you. She would've taken pity on me and sent some hapless teenager to do the job." Vegeta stopped at the nearest meal shack and ordered one of everything, paying for it with Bulma's gold card she left him for the day. After he wolfed down his meal, Vegeta walked to the nearest bench and fell asleep, holding Trunks tightly against his chest.

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"Vegeta. Yo Vegeta, wake up," Krillin said. After Vegeta didn't wake up that time, he yelled, "Vegeta!"

Vegeta awoke with a start and jumped up to see who dared to attack him. He growled when he saw it was only Krillin and Gohan.

"How dare you raise your voice to me, Baldy! You are not my superior!"

"Sheesh, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed today."

"You have no idea what I've been through today."

"Looks to me like all you've been doing is sleeping."

"You should've hung out with us," Gohan raved, "We went on the water slides and the Ultimate Loop-de-Loop and even the Anaconda! It was so much fun! Hey! Since Trunks was so good, let's go by the toy store and buy him something!"

"No way!" Vegeta shouted, "That boy has not been good! He's been very, very bad!"

Trunks looked at Krillin with sad puppy dog eyes.

Krillin asked, "Aw, how can someone this cute ever be anything but good? C'mon, let's go." He and Gohan dragged Vegeta and Trunks to a toy store.

Inside the toy store, Vegeta walked up and down all the aisles rejecting everything for whatever excuse he could think of.

"C'mon Vegeta, just pick something already," Krillin goaded.

"No, I will not pick something. Everything's too…unacceptable here. I've seen dog pounds nicer than this." Vegeta marched to the front of the toy store. Before he got across the register, though, a cashier stopped him. "Excuse me sir, but I'm going to have to ask you to put that back."

"What? I don't have anything! What could I possibly-" Vegeta turned his head around and saw Trunks hop out and walk to the door, holding a large, beige overstuffed teddy bear.

Vegeta gasped as he realized what would happen if Trunks walked out of the store with the bear. If he was arrested for shoplifting and Bulma found out, he'd never hear the end of it. He knelt down and tried to coax Trunks into giving back the bear. "Come on Trunks, give Daddy the bear," he said with a fake smile as he crouched down to Trunks' level. "If you do, Daddy'll buy you an ice cream cone."

"No."

"No'? Why you ungrateful little brat-" Vegeta scolded before he remembered to keep his cool. He plastered on his fake smile again and said, "You don't want me to tell Mommy you stole something, do you?"

"No."

"Then give it to Daddy." Vegeta extended his arm to receive the bear.

Trunks took a few steps toward his father…then turned around and threw the bear into the street. Vegeta screamed with horror as it promptly got the stuffing run out of it by rush hour traffic.

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"Now look what you did!" Krillin fumed while sitting in a jail cell. "I could be watching Super Aerobics Hour with Master Roshi right now."

"It's not my fault Trunks decided to be mean," Vegeta said as he leaned against the wall.

"Yes it is. You're a bad influence on the boy. One day, he'll grow to be as evil as you."

"And that's bad why?"

"You know full well that you're destroying Trunks' life by setting this bad example for him."

"Oh, so now I'm raising a bad seed. I thought I was ignoring him."

"You don't get it, do you, Vegeta? Most of the time you ignore poor little Trunks and the rest of the time you make him follow in your destructive footsteps. You're no father. You're just a poser."

Vegeta rushed Krillin up the nearest wall. "Now you listen here Baldy! The only reason you're still breathing is because Bulma would hate me forever if I kill you! But push me one more inch…just one..more..inch…and not even Bulma can save your worthless hide!"

Krillin turned white as a ghost. "O-okay! I'll leave you alone!" As soon as Vegeta let Krillin down, he muttered "Not," under his breath.

"What was that?" Vegeta asked in a dangerous voice.

Krillin jumped three feet. "Uh, nothing!"

"I thought not."

"Hey guys, guess what," Gohan announced, "I just talked to the guard and he said bail is only 20,000 zeni!"

"What?! Twenty thousand zeni?" Krillin asked. "I don't have that kind of money! Do you?"

"Nope, but I bet Vegeta does."

Gohan and Krillin made puppy dog eyes at Vegeta.

After a minute, Vegeta asked the guard, "How much does bail cost per person?"

"Sixty-seven hundred zeni. The baby, of course, is free if someone picks him up."

"Good," Vegeta said. "I'd like to pay my bail now."

"Yours? Don't you mean ours?" Krillin asked.

"There's a wad of money in Trunks' diaper bag, in a hidden compartment to the left. Take my payment out of that," Vegeta told the guard.

The guard found the money and held it up. "But there's only ten thousand zeni here, sir."

"That's all right."

"But this means only one of you can get out."

"I know."

Gohan and Krillin gaped at Vegeta's callous decision.

"Oh, I get it. Okay then, you're free to go." The guard opened the door just long enough for Vegeta to walk out. "Uh, whose baby is this?" the guard asked as he picked up Trunks.

"Mine." The guard handed Vegeta his son, then Vegeta handed the guard the entire wad of cash.

The guard tried to calculate the change, but Vegeta said, "Keep it. I want to make sure Bulma does not find out about this."

"Briefs? The Capsule heiress?"

"Precisely."

"OH, your secret's safe with me, Mr. Briefs."

Vegeta said, "Oh, and by the way, a woman by the name of Chi Chi Son will come by to pick those two up," referring to Gohan and Krillin, "Don't let them out otherwise."

"Sure thing, Mr. Briefs."

Vegeta walked out with Trunks in his arms and a smile on his face, ignoring the loud protests of his former cellmates.

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"So, how are my two big strong men?" Bulma chirped as she walked through the door. "Was Twunks a being mean widdle tewwor?" she cooed to her boy.

"You have no idea."

"And your daddy has been especially good," she cooed, "That means he's getting something special tonight!" Trunks giggled at the sound of his mother's voice.

Vegeta smirked at the prospect of what the 'something special' could be

Bulma put on her grown-up voice and turned to her husband. "Vegeta, I just got back from the doctor and I found out Chi Chi is pregnant."

"So?"

"So Chi Chi has an appointment next week, so that means you'll be watching Trunks again-Vegeta? Vegeta? Yoo hoo, Vegeta."

Vegeta fainted.

The End