Bedtime Stories By Luv Vegeta

Bedtime Story

Trunks squirmed into the pajama top his mother offered over his head. A fine layer of his lavendar hair stood out stiff from his head with static electricity and Bulma laughed.
"What?" he stuck out his bottom lip alarmed at being laughed at.
"I guess I shouldn't have used the pj's I just got out of the dryer," she ran her fingertips against the tips of the soft, reaching strands...they seemed attracted to her touch.
"Mom!" he pulled back.
"Oh you! Won't even let me touch your hair anymore at the ripe old age of six...I think that's your daddy's influence.."
"I heard that, Woman!" Vegeta shouted from down the hall. She stifled a giggle, "Sorry, hon!"
"Don't call me that!"
"Yep, your daddy's influence all right!" she whispered, leaning down into Trunks' face and kissing him lightly on the tip of his nose.
He let her. What did he want? "Mom," he looked down and spoke even more softly, "Can you please tell me a story?"
"Oh you've got it!" He was half as tall as she was now almost, but she scooped him up, not easily because of his weight, but hugged him close as he lay his head onto her shoulder.
She lay down with him on his bed and he rolled to squeeze in under her arm. She smiled as he put a chubby hand on top of her own. "What kind of story would you like tonight, Trunks?"
"How about the one Daddy always tells me about the time he beat up Goten's dad..."
"Oh a fairy tale is it?"
"Grrrrr...I can hear you you know!" again the growl resounded down the hall.
"Sorry..." she tried so hard not to laugh..
"Yeah right! Someone wants to sleep on the couch.."
"Go to sleep Vegeta..." she looked down at her son with amused eyes...he was grinning, the blue eyes he inherited from her, dancing. "Daddy's gonna get you, Momma."
"Heh, well," she brought her lips close to his ear in confidence, "Momma has a few tricks that make your Daddy shake in his training boots."
"Yeah right, Mom!".....no further comments from the other room.......
"Ok," she pressed a finger into a rib lightly, and he squirmed and giggled, "Story time! I have the perfect one to tell you too....."

Trunks moved onto his side and tilted his small face up, put his fingers around a stray blue curl on his pillow....
"Once upon a time...long ago there was a beautiful kingdom. In this kingdom there lived a strong and brave King and his little princeling."
"Did he have blue eyes?" Trunks interrupted, but she didn't mind.
"Actually, no. He had eyes that were dark...as dark as the sky is right now," Trunks snuck a peek outside his window..."he was quite handsome!" She pushed her nose against his and he giggled, "Just as you are! This little Prince wanted nothing more than to be the best of his race...he had a great pride that caused him some trouble now and then, but he also loved what he was very very much."
"What was he Momma?"
"He was a warrior, just like all of his race born before him and he wanted so much to be the strongest of them all."
"Just like Daddy!"
"Yes, just like your daddy….well," she continued, "One day an evil monster came. He was stronger than all the warriors on the whole planet that the little prince lived on. This monster had such awful powers that he made every single warrior his slave. The warriors didn't like it, but they had to do everything he asked of them."
"Even the prince and the king?" his eyes were large now.
"Yes, even those two…"
"I'll bet they didn't like it," he looked a little sad, as if he could feel that part of his past his father had never talked about with him.
"Oh no….they didn't like it at all. It was very hard for such proud warriors as themselves to answer to someone else.
"Did the prince cry?"
"Well, no, I don't think so, but he was filled with more anger than you can imagine….he was even more angry than your dad was that time you messed with the controls and broke his training capsule…"
"Wow! More mad than that?"
"Mmm-hmmm…"she looked up to see an annoyed Vegeta standing a few feet from the trundle bed with arms crossed.
"Will you stop this nonsense? Come to bed, Bulma." he said crossly.
"Not until I finish Trunks' story," he started to protest, "Out Vegeta!" she wasn't kidding and with the mood he was in after an exasperating day of training he didn't want to miss his chance at one of her amazing back massages.
"Well, hurry" he went, "Sleep well, son." he said without turning around.

"Now, where were we?" Bulma looked up as if in deep thought.
"The prince was mad," Trunks interjected, "And the king too!"
"Oh, that's right! Thank you my little princeling," her arm pulled him closer. Trunks could smell familiarity in her perfume and felt safe.
"Well, everything went ok for a while. The monster had the warriors do what they did best…fight. They would conquer a whole planet so that the monster could take it for his own. The warriors were incredible fighters and did a good job for this new master of theirs. But it turned out that they were too good at what they did, because in time, even the monster became afraid of their warriors' skills."
"Momma." Quietly.
"Yes, Trunks?"
"If the warriors would conquer a planet, where did all the people go to live then?"
"Well….sweetie, the warriors didn't leave anyone alive. They would wipe out the entire civilization."
Silence….then…..
"Bulma! I demand you come to bed now," from her own room.
She continued, "That's just how the story goes, Trunks. Do you want me to finish?"
"What happened to the Prince?"
"The poor Prince," she lowered her voice to a whisper, "The monster saw that he really was becoming a talented warrior. He wanted to be able to use his strength and abilities to conquer more planets. So, because the Prince was only a child and the monster was confident he would be able to raise him and control him, he took him from his home and raised him himself."
"Didn't his daddy get mad?" Trunks sat up a little. He noticed his momma's eyes looked like they had too much water in them, like their pool after heavy rains.
"Oh yes…he tried to deny that he was most worried about his son, because he had a great amount of pride too, but he took a rescue party to defeat the monster, and I'm sure bring the Prince home again."
His small head settled back against her shoulder and she caught the scent of baby shampoo, "That's good," he said.
"Yes, it's good he came for him, but he didn't succeed. The King lost his own life, and so did all of his people. The monster was so afraid of their combined power that he destroyed their whole planet."
"So the Prince had to stay there? With the monster?" his eyes were huge.
"Yes, poor little thing. But he never forgot who he was or the pride of his race."
"And he had to do what the monster wanted?" his little mouth was turned down…
"For a while yes, but eventually he escaped, married the most beautiful princess and had his own little princeling….." she was quick, suddenly over him and pulling up his pajama top to deliver several raspberries on his belly. He exploded in high-pitched giggles his hands pushing at her face, grabbing gently in her hair…
"Woman! Enough!"
She raised her head and opened her mouth in reply, but Trunks' shrill little voice raced ahead of her own, "Momma's name is Bulma!"
"Grrrrr….I'm coming in there!" his feet hit the floor and Trunks pulled the blanket over his head.
"No need, Vegeta, I'm coming to bed now." she peeled back the blanket, "And you….." Trunks eyes peeped cautiously above the blanket, "Are my little hero!" His nose and mouth emerged then and he lifted his little rosebud of a mouth to offer her own a little smack of a goodnight kiss. "Love you, Momma," he whispered. "And I love you to pieces!" she turned out his light as she left.
"Momma?"
"Trunks?"
"Why did those warriors kill all those people?" his voice sounded small in the dark.
"Because that's who they were….it's hard for us to understand….but fighting was what made them what they were."
"Maybe some got away and will come here and kill everyone on Earth."
"Not with your daddy around," she said confidently.
"But doesn't Daddy love to fight?"
"Yes, but he loves you more."
Vegeta shrunk back into the bedroom….."She…understands….." she hadn't called it all murder….hadn't made them all sound like monsters, but the fine race of warriors that lived in his heart…..When she came into the room he swept her up, kissing her before her feet ever left the floor……

The memory finished playing in his head……he felled Trunks…..and then Goten, each with a single blow……and stepped forward to give his all and destroy Maijin Buu……..