Birthday Buster

author’s note: no warning about this fic except it was done as a request for a fan, DbzAngelBaby, whom I’d like to thank for supporting me. ~_^ THANKS!!

Birthday Buster

-You don’t really expect I’m going to agree woman, do you?!!
-Of course I do, Vegita, he’s your son too and I didn’t see you doing anything for him since he was born.
-I train him!!
-Oh Vegita cut it out, you’re doing that for yourself, not for him!!
-Feh, I don’t really care what you think woman, it is out of the question!!
-Oh believe me, you’re going through with this whether you want to or not, I will not have my son without a birthday! He wants to invite some friends around, and you’re going to take care of them!!
-Why can’t you?
-Because I have work to do, and as I already said, I want you to spend a little time with him, Trunks is turning 8 and you know how attached he is to you!!
-Hum, sappy humans, and I have to put up with how many of these brats exactly?
-5 , now don’t tell me that the All Mighty Prince of Sayajins is afraid of what 5 poor little kids could do to him!!!!!!!
-I’m afraid of nothing!!
-Then you’ll be able to do it?
-Of course I will!
-Cause if you really can’t....
-I’m doing it !!!!
-Well I’m glad that’s settled, now excuse me but I have work to do........oh, and Vegita.....you’re taking them to the fair.
-Manipulative woman!
-Why thank you!!

At that news Trunks could only jump for joy, he called his friends and invited them over for the day, and so Vegita found himslef with 10.......
-10? HEY wait a minute, your mother said 5!
-She said you wouldn’t mind.
-I’ll blast her to hell one of these days I swear!!!
As I was saying, Vegita found himself with 10 kids running around like ants.
-DAD, please take us to the fair!
-YEAHHHHHHH, THE FAIR!!!!!!!
-Pipe down you kids or I’m not taking you anywhere!
-Don’t be mean.
-I’m not being mean, I just don’t like having my ears yelled into!
Trunks cast his head down.
-Sorry. Can we still go to the fair?
-Let’s just go ok?
-YEAHHHHHHH
-Kami, these kids are going to be my death.

Later at the fair,
-Dad, can we go on the rollercoaster? PLEASEEEEE!!!!!
-yeah yeah just go will you, stop bugging me for something every five seconds!!!
-Sorry.....
And so it went, on and on and on, by 16.00 Vegita was exhausted and very pissed, and it was just about time to leave.
-Dad can’t we stay a little longer?
-Certainly not!!! This is the end , now we’re taking them back home and that’s the last I ever want to hear of you kids!!!
-But..but..
-No buts , that is it!!!
Trunks could no longer contain it, he had felt bad all day as the only thing his father had been doing was yelling at him, never had Trunks felt so lonely.
-Why are you always so mean, why do you always yell at me, I didn’t do anything wrong!!!! This is the worst day of my life because now I know you hate me!!!!!!!!!! And I hate you even more!!!!!!

At that Trunks flew off and Vegita was completely at loss of what to do, he couldn’t go running after him because he had the other brats on his hands, besides he could take care of himself, but something was not right, he felt awful, of course he loved the kid, but he couldn’t possibly admit it!! Seeing him so miserable on his birthday , he had actually said he hated him, this was bad, he was going to have to make some great effort to proove to him that he loved him , but how, after all this kid was just as stubburn as his mother..... this was going to be hell.

Trunks was flying over the forest, he was upset, well that’s a little weak, let’s say he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Kami knows he loved his father, but he was starting to wonder if his father ever loved him. All those days, all those years when his father had made him train, not that he disliked it, but he didn’t actually remember having any privileged moments with him outside of that, the truth , and this he was quite sure of, was that his father saw him as a potential weapon, and that was it, no love involved. Now you may think this is a very mature trail of thoughts for an 8 year old, but let us not forget who this is, the son of the richest and brightest woman on earth on one side, and the Prince of Sayajins’ on the other.

-This isn’t fair, all the other kids get to play with their dad and go to ballgames and he’s always nice with them and never yells at them or gets annoyed. My dad can’t even stand me, he’s never happy, he never says anything nice, he never wants to take me anywhere, he always fights with mommy, I hate him, or maybe it’s me, but I don’t think so, mommy’s always working but she’s nice with me and she tells me she loves me...dad would never do that.......

On the other side of town, Vegeta was more or less lost in thoughts, that is as much as you can be when 10 kids are shouting and running around you.
-Hey mister, what do we do now?
-Where’s Trunks?
-Can I go on that ride?
-I need to go...bad!!!
-WILL ALL OF YOU SHUT UP?!!!!! I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO, I DON’T KNOW WHERE MY SON IS ,NO YOU CANNOT GO ON THAT RIDE AND YOU’RE OLD ENOUGH TO GO BY YOURSELF, NOW QUIET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-Hey mister, you know what?
-WHAT?!!!
-You’re mean, no wonder Trunks ran away, are you always like that? If my daddy always yelled at me and always looked cross, I wouldn’t like him, and I wouldn’t be happy, in fact, I would hate him, even more if he yelled on me on my birthday!!!!
-YEAH!!!
-You’re naughty!!!!
And at that Vegeta found himself cornered, as well physically as mentally, by 10 accusing 8 year olds .It had struck him, what these kids were telling him was true, but how come it had taken 8 years and a bunch of kids to make him realize the horror of his own actions? Of course he had never aimed for father of the year, but he did hope to be some kind of a father, a not too bad one, one that Trunks could respect and learn from, one that Trunks could grow looking up to, one he could eventually take as a model, he wanted his son to be better that him, he didn’t want him to be a power craved ex-murderer like himself, he just wanted him to be strong, to be able to protect what he loved better that he himself had against Boo, or Cell. But all he had done, and he could see this now, was push him as far as he could go, training him regardless of how he felt. Right now, he felt awful, he had failed in just about evey aspect of the path he had given himself, he was in fact not worth the love that his son may or may no have for him, and now he had to make it right. But how? Indeed he was far from perfect, and for one he had no knowledge of how to make up for what he had done, he didn’t know where his son was, nor what to say to him, nor what he could do with these kids and..... well , it was useless staying there, if he got them back to Caps. Corp. he would have a clearer head and manage to make out what to do, of course the woman was going to yell too, but it was different, he was used to that, so at that, he pulled out a caps. car , giant version, cramed the kids in it, and drove home.

-Well , what am I going to do now?
Trunks had gotten over his long trail of thoughts about his father, but now that he had run away, he didn’t know what to do or where to go.
-I’ll go and visit the city, dad never let’s me , that’ll be fun, let’s go!!!!

Vegita on the other hand.......
-WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LOST HIM!!!!!?????
-I did not lose him woman, he just buggered off!
-Bugered off, on his birthday, with all his friends around? Oh yes Vegita I certainly DON’T BELIEVE YOU!!! I WANT YOU TO FIND MY BABY NOW, OR I’M NEVER FORGIVING YOU FOR THIS!!!!
-And how do you suggest I get him home?!
-You find a way Vegita, I’m not having my baby alone and sad on his birthday, I never knew you could do something so bad, I mean, ruin his birthday, don’t you have any limits to your cruelty?!
-I did not mean for this to happen, it may not be obvious, but I do like the brat!!!
-Oh you do? Well maybe it’s about time you showed him!!!
-I just don’t know how to make him forgi.............
-Hey mister Meanie!!!
-One: stop tugging at my pants, two: don’t call me mister Meanie, three: what do you want?
-You want Trunks not to be angry at you anymore, right?
-Yes....
-I could help!
-How could you, and why would you?
-I’m the same age as Trunks, I know better than you what he likes , and besides I’m not helping you, I’m helping him, because I wouldn’t want to have a miserable birthday like Trunks’ and you don’t look like you know what you’re doing!
-Why you little......!!
-Vegita shut up, the kid’s right, just listen to him!!!
-Fine, what do you suggest?
-Thanks maam, you’re a nice mommy!!
-Thank you!!
-Here it is, if we..........

Vegita was flying around, looking for his boy, he could feel him somewhere around .

-This damn thing of his better work, or I’m never getting out if this, I swear, if it does, I’ll take Trunks out to do something once a month....or maybe every 2 months anyway!!!
Suddenly he spotted him on the rooftop of a chocolate factory
-He would be there, of all places, gready guts!!
Trunks, I’ve been looking all over for you, where have you been?
-I’m not talking to you and I’m not coming home!!!
-Look, I know, I wasn’t very nice with you...
-You’re never very nice with me!
-I guess not, but I don’t mean to be nasty, I do.........like you.
-You’re just trying to get me home so that momma won’t yell at you!!!
-Nope, too late for that, I’ve practicly gone deaf already, boy can she be a megaphone!!!
-Well I don’t care, why should I come home, it’s not like you’re going to miss me, you can train on your own!!
-I know I’ve been pushing you hard, but I just want you to be strong, I just want to make sure nothing will ever happen to you.
-But why don’t you ever do anything else with me?
-Because that’s the way I was brought up, my planet blew up when I was 10, but before that happened , I had a dad too, and he never spent any time with me, it’s not Sayajin.
-Well neither am I!!!
-No but I am, and that’s the problem, I’m a Sayajin dad acting like a Sayajin dad, and you’re an almost chikiyuu kid acting like a chikiyuu kid. But I’m the one that should change, because I’m on Chikiyuu.
-So why don’t you?
-Until now I didn’t think I had too. I’m sorry
-Does this mean you’re going to?
-I guess I’d better, ney?
-So you won’t yell at me anymore, and you’ll take me out to have fun, and everything? Like a real dad?
-Yes, I will, but only if you carry on training, hm?
-Ok, I kinda like flying and being strong and all, one day I want to be the strongest guy in the world!!!!
-You got that right!!! So, are you going to come home with me now, or is you mummy still gonna have to yell at me?
-I guess I’ll come home, I’m kinda hungry!
-Well at least you’ve still got some sayajin in you..
-But I’m not forgiving you until you show me you’re not lying!!
-Fair enough!!

Both of them flew home, and when Trunks opened the door to his bedroom, he got a big...
-SURPRISE!!!
-Hun?
-We’re throwing you a surprise birthday slumber party!!!
-But...
-You’re daddy called all our mommies and daddies and asked them if we could stay for the week because it was a holiday week, so we’re gonna stay all week!!!!
Trunks’ eyes grew wide, he turned around, looked at Vegita who was very serious at that point , and lept into his arms, hugging him as tight as he could
-I really really really really love you daddy!!
Bulma had a big cake in her hands and a big smile on her lips
-Hey kids, why don’t you all say thank you to the short bad-tempered man!
-THANK YOU MISTER MEANIE!!!!!!!
-Woman, you will pay for this!
-I sure hope so!!!!!!
And that was the end of a....well almost perfect day, and the begining of a very close and , at times very bizarre, relationship between the last Prince of the Sayajns and his son, who was to become much more.......

The end, well I hope you guys like it, especially you Dbz Angel Baby, I did the best I could ;-)

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