Chapter 1

Bulma was in her lab, pacing around.  “Oh my gosh!  Oh my GOSH!  What am I going to do?”
Bulma thought.

“What are you doing?” Vegeta asked, who’s been watching Bulma from the door for the past few
minutes.  “You look really worried.”

“Who’s not going to get worried after reading THIS,” Bulma answered, showing Vegeta a
newspaper.

“What about it?”

“Read it,” Bulma snapped and handed the newspaper to Vegeta.  “Read the one on the center.”

Vegeta quickly skimmed over it and turned back to Bulma.  “So what if a company got robbed of
regeneration tanks?” Vegeta snorted, throwing the newspaper away.

“I heard it wasn’t just regeneration tanks.  And plus, it’s my rival company that got robbed!  What
if the thieves will come here and rob us too?  If they were interested on my rival company’s
product, I’m sure they’ll come here,” Bulma said nervously.

“You have great security robots and I think they’ve improved.  They lasted more than a minute in
one of my training sessions this morning so there’s nothing to be afraid of.  Even if they get
through your robots, humph, they won’t get through me,” Vegeta teased.

“I guess you’re right.  Maybe I should relax.”

“Yeah, relax.  Say, let’s go on a vacation this weekend,” Vegeta suggested.

“That’s a great idea!  Let’s go to the beach tomorrow!” Bulma approved.  “Check out the time!  I
better pick up Trunks from his pre-school,” Bulma exclaimed as she turned to the clock.

“No, you stay here and relax.  I’ll go get Trunk.”

“Okay, thanks Vegeta, that’s so sweet of you,” Bulma said and kissed him on the cheek.

“I’ll see you later.  Remember, relax okay?” Vegeta said as he exited the room to pick up Trunks.

***

Trunks was at his pre-school’s front door with some of his classmates, all waiting for their school
bus or parents to pick them up.

“Hey, you know what?  I can recite the alphabet from A to L,” a kid boasted.

“Oh yeah?!  I can count one to fifty!” the other kid boasted back.

“Who cares, I just want to go home,” Trunks snorted at both of them.

“Which one of us do you think is smarter Trunks?” the first kid asked.

“I’m smarter right?” the second kid said.

“Neither.  You two are nothing but boneheads!” Trunks teased.

“Hey that’s mean.”

“Yeah.”

“Well duh!” Trunks insulted sarcastically.  “Hey check it out it’s my Papa!” Trunks pointed as he
saw Vegeta heading their way.  “Papa!  Papa!  Papa!” Trunks cried excitedly as he ran to Vegeta
when he landed on the ground.

“Hello Trunks.  How was school today?” Vegeta asked as he picked up Trunks.

“We read Three Little Pigs and I learned how to sing I’m a Little Teapot.  I’m a little teapot short
and stout...” Trunks began to sing.

“Okay enough.  Uggghh.  Why do they bother teaching you those?  Don’t they teach you
anything useful?” Vegeta said disgustingly.

“I don’t know,” Trunks answered.

“Well, let’s just go home.  Hold on tight,” Vegeta said as he putted Trunks on his back.

“Giddyap!” Trunks cried as he putted his arms around Vegeta’s neck and they took off.

“Whoa!  I wish my dad can fly me like that,” the first kid gasped.

“Me too.”

***

“Yippee!  We’re going to beach!” Trunks cried as Vegeta and Bulma told him they were going to
the beach.

“Okay now Trunks, calm down,” Bulma scolded.  “Now that we’re done supper, let’s watch
some movies in the theatre, it’s movie week,” Bulma said.

“Oh,” Vegeta and Trunks groaned.  “Can we play my video games instead?” Trunks whined.

“But video game week was last week,” Bulma said.

“Let him have this one.  Anyway there aren’t any good movies tonight,” Vegeta told Bulma.

“Okay.  You two go on ahead.  I’ll phone the beach to book it just for us,” Bulma said and
shooed them away with her hand.

“Do you have any idea how much that will cost?” Vegeta gasped.

“Yeah, just 10 000 yen.”

“That’s nothing for us,” Trunks chuckled.  “Come on Papa, let’s go!”

“Okay,” Vegeta nodded and they went up to Trunks’ room.

“Let’s play Marvel VS Street Fighter!” Trunks exclaimed as they entered his room.  Trunks
putted the disc in the PlayStation and turned it on.

Trunks sat on the floor and took the first controller.  Vegeta sat beside him and took the second
controller.  When, the game finally loaded, Trunks went to VS mode.

“Choose your alter-ego!” the game announced.

“Waste of flesh!” the player Shuma Gorath said as Trunks picked him.  “Come on!” the player
Spider Man taunted as he was picked too.

“So you’re using that green alien again, huh?  I’ve been practising lately so you better be
prepared.

“Shiji!” the player Bison yelled as Vegeta picked him.  “Black Heart rises!” the player Black Heart
cried as Vegeta picked him as his second player (it’s tag-team fighting) and the match loaded.

“All right I beat you!” Vegeta said in a “in your face” tone of voice.

“Whatever.  The score is ten to one, I’m still winning,” Trunks snorted.

“Hey you two, you better get some sleep.  We’re leaving at nine tomorrow.” Bulma said.

“What took you so long Bulma?” Vegeta asked.

“It doesn’t matter.  Now go to bed,” Bulma nagged.

“Okay,” Trunks said and turned the TV and the PlayStation off.

“Good.  Don’t forget to change into your PJ’s and brush your teeth Trunks, okay?” Bulma told
him, Trunks nodded.  Vegeta and Bulma kissed Trunks on the cheek and wished him goodnight
and went to their room.

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