Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ What A Trip! ❯ Dude! That's My MOM! ( Chapter 6 )

"Hey, you guys! We'll be landing on the first planet in just a few minutes," Trunks called over the P.A. system.

"About time," Vejita muttered.

He leapt up from grappling with Goku and went to prepare. Goku sighed and wondered what the planet would be like. They had no warning. But with Vejita on their side, he wasn't too worried. Vejita knew quite a few of these places very well. In fact, he knew all of them. He had given Bulma the information on every planet that everyone was going to. He hoped that most of these planets had nothing against Vejita. Else they'd be in for a serious challenge. Suddenly he felt Vejita's ki explode upward.

"Now, look!" Goten cried panicking. "He was fine just fifteen seconds ago, what happened to piss him off?"

"Dad?" Trunks called softly.

"Brat! Get your ass in here!" Vejita roared from the communications room.

He had the hyper-phone in hand and looked very much about to smash it. Trunks dashed into the room to make certain that he didn't piss him off any further.

"Yeah, dad?" he whispered.

"Get your mother on this damned machine, right now."

"O-okay."

He knew better than to ask what was up. If Vejita thought it necessary for him to know, he'd tell him. Trunks punched in the code to earth and wasn't surprised to see his mother looking very bedraggled as she flopped into the chair in front of the main terminal. But he was surprised to see that his mother was definitely not a middle-of-the-night person. Her long hair was flowing wildly down her shoulders and back, her deep cerulean eyes were only half lidded, and her skin was flushed as if she'd been running. But he knew that she must've been asleep, her skin always turned red because she slept so wildly. But the worst thing was that she had only just tugged her robe over her shoulders and it was left open to expose the majority of the blood-red negligee that she wore beneath. She glared at the screen for a moment, then smiled as she registered her firstborn's face.

"Trunks-chan," she murmured in a voice husky from sleeping.

"Hi mom. How are you?" he asked.

"Well, aside from being awake at two-thirty in the morning, I'm fine. What about you, are you all okay? Did something happen?" she asked seeming to awaken more with every passing thought of disaster flitting through her mind.

"Uh…no. Everyone's fine, everything's okay," he replied feeling guilty for waking her up and making her worry.

"Oh, well then did you just want to talk? It's a little early for a chat, dear. And I'm afraid that I'm much too tired to pay too much attention. But…"

"Give me that damn phone!" Vejita snapped.

"Oh dear. I wonder what's happened, now," she said.

Trunks flushed with guilt as he handed his father the phone.

"Woman! What the hell did you think you were doing? How dare you mark this planet as not only one for us to visit, but the first! Didn't I say that I wanted no spawn of mine to ever set foot here?" he yelled.

Bulma stared into the face of her irate husband blankly for a full minute before she spoke.

"What planet was this now?" she asked.

"Ugh! This one," he said as he sent her a digital picture of the planet on the view screen.

She smiled as she looked at it. That had been an interesting conversation. He refused to tell where the place was, she'd had to go through every touchdown coordinate that was in the ship that he'd used years ago when he'd stolen it from her father.

"Oh, yes… Parnaki. I thought it was an inspired idea. After all, you learned so much there. Didn't you?" she asked.

"Woman!" he growled.

"What's going on?" Trunks asked.

He was shocked. That outfit showcased his mother's most valued assets and yet his father was still angry. That was a first. Or maybe his dad hadn't realized what she was wearing yet. It shouldn't last too long. He was used to his mother's wardrobe, so he wasn't fazed at all. But his father should've been in the process of forgetting his own name. The negligee displayed more cleavage than he'd seen on her I a very long time. It was also very short, barely coming to mid-thigh. And the centerpiece was the lace-filled, diamond cut over her navel and the surrounding three inch radius of flesh.

"None of your damned business!" Vejita snapped quickly.

"Your father has been there a couple of times," Bulma said as Vejita growled at her image.

"Huh?" he asked.

This was creepy. Still no reaction, yet.

"I said, none of your business!"

"Trunks-chan?" Bulma called.

"Yes?"

The man was still pissed? Maybe his father had recently gone blind. That had to be it. The man was not seeing straight or possibly at all. Daddy's gone blind!

"Just don't take anything that does not belong to you there. That planet has interesting ways of keeping up with sticky fingers," she chuckled.

"Is everything okay? We heard yelling and…" Goten trailed off as he came into the room and saw Bulma on the screen.

"And what, Goten-kun?" Trunks asked.

Hearing no answer, all three turned to look at him. He stood there rooted to the spot he was on staring at the screen. His eyes were large and glassy and his mouth hung open in an odd little smile, a small trail of drool slipping out of the corner of his lips. Vejita almost smirked. Evidently the boy was brain-dead at times. Trunks looked at his best friend for a moment longer before turning very white and glancing back at his mother. He shook with his anger as he approached his friend slowly.

"You sick little perv! That's my mother you're gawking at!" he hissed.

Vejita's smirk shriveled into a scowl faster than that poor little snowball in hell. Bulma glanced down at herself before gasping and jerking the robe closed.

"Goten-chan! You shouldn't have been peeking. You're supposed to excuse yourself and turn your back. Chi-chi and I taught you that after the last time, remember?" she chastised.

"There was a last time?" Vejita asked.

She nodded. Trunks couldn't suppress his laughter. Goten had really outdone himself in stupidity that day.

"There was an incident at the public baths when they were little. We got there very early, so the boys could play. The must've gotten confused about where they were, because just as I was about to put on my towel to go into the communal bath, they came bursting in. I was in front of the mirror and didn't notice them until the moment I dropped my towel. We had a very long talk after that. But I guess he didn't hear it," she said sadly.

"Why is that?" Trunks asked.

"When we were explaining, he had that same stunned look on his face. And why didn't either of you tell me that my robe was open?" she asked.

"I'm used to it!"

"I don't see what the big deal is…? Woman?"

He can see! He can see! It's a miracle! Now daddy's gone for a different reason!

"What is it Vejita?" she asked.

As he only stared, Trunks turned the monitor towards himself.

"Well, mom, always a pleasure talking to you. You go on back to bed, you must be tired?" he asked as she yawned widely.

"K-kawaii…" Goten mumbled.

Say goodnight to mother. See her off to bed. Kill best friend. Revive father.

"Actually, I'm getting pretty sleepy. Alright then. Is there anything else that you needed, honey?" she asked sweetly.

"Not a thing that I can think of," he replied grinning.

"So kawaii…"

Say goodnight to mother. See her off to bed. Slowly kill best friend. Leave father as is.

Bulma groaned as she stretched a bit, still too tired to realize that her robe had come undone and hung open again.

"Sugoi…sugoi…"

Say goodnight to mother. See her off to bed. Very slowly kill and mutilate former, sick, twisted, perverted best friend. What father?

"Is Goten-chan alright?" Bulma asked worried.

"Not for much longer," Trunks muttered.

"What?" Bulma asked.

"He's fine, mom. Goodnight, sweet dreams," he prompted.

"Goodnight, darling," she said as she switched the link off.

As his mother's image vanished from view, Trunks turned turbulent eyes to Goten.

"That," he gestured to the now blank screen, "Was my mother!"

"This," he held up his fist, "Is the tool of your demise!"

With that he proceeded to beat his friend into a bloody pulp. Goten's smile never faded, even as he sustained major damage. Finally roused by all the noise, some of the others came to see what the matter was. Goku, Krillin, and Tien shoved the door open to see Trunks raging as he pummeled his friend.

"That-" smack!

"Is-" smack!

"My-" smack!

"Mother!" smack!

"She-" punch!

"Is not-" kick!

"To be-" smack, smack, smack!

"GAPED AT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES!"

POW!

Goten's head snapped back and he fell slack against the floor. The others were stunned as Trunks made as if to grab him again. Goku caught him quickly. He would have been very worried for his youngest son, if the youth didn't have a colossal grin on his face.

"Calm down Trunks. I don't think he can hear you, anymore," Tien said bracingly.

"I never knew you were so protective of your mother, Trunks," Krillin said.

"I didn't even like dad going anywhere near her until I was two. By then I guessed he was alright. Hey, from now on, he goes nowhere near this thing," he said pointing to Goten

"I don't see why you were so upset. Even if he was looking at her, he's too stupid to remember it when he wakes up," Base appeared through the door.

"It's the principal of the thing!" he barked.