vatheon | (3) | When in doubt, go shopping

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(3) | When in doubt, go shopping

Who: Bulma and YOU
Where: Some place where you can shop for the foodstuffs!
When: ...Today? :D;
Style: Always brackets
Status: Open!

[The interruption of the sudden broadcasting of dreams was mildly upsetting, but Bulma—having done the magical solution of not touching the "dream" button on the communicator—considered it nothing more than a bump in the road. She's a woman that knows how to keep herself busy, that's how she's always been, and today she had a picnic to plan on her agenda.

So she's gone grocery shopping! It sure is a lot easier when you don't have to pull out cards and can just show them the mark on your back. No problem! It's not like Bulma has a problem with wearing things that expose that part anyway.

She's not sure exactly how much her future kids eat, and Gohan himself...well, he's half Saiyan, so she's already got quite a haul stored away in her capsules with only a few actual bags in her hands. (Just as a precaution so people don't assume she's a wandering around Vatheon for no reason and try to pull her off into something else or whatever it is the locals do around here.) Bulma's not anywhere close to done yet, however, she's still got fish and meat to take a look at.]

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[Considering how many sandwiches he eats for lunch, grocery shopping has become something of a daily ritual for Trunks. It gets him out of the house and he always likes walking around in a peaceful environment. It's not too much of a hassle.

This is the first time he's run into Mom doing it though. He approaches with a little smile on his face.]

[Ah-ha, there's future-son now! Always good to have some company when you're out and about.]

Hey, Trunks~! What are you up to?

Just...getting stuff for some sandwiches.

[That's about all he's capable of in the kitchen, and he's kinda embarrassed thinking about it. Fail, Trunks.

Also that's a damn lot of sandwich-stuff in that handbasket he has there. Granted he lives with Gohan, but...]

[...Eye...brow raise...

Really? Did her future self not teach him how to cook? In case she like DIED OR SOMETHING?

Ew, Bulma, stop thinking about that dream Trunks was having, it was just a dream. Couldn't possibly be a reflection of reality. Just smile and pat him on the shoulder.]

Sandwiches? Really? I guess then I'll need to get you some cookbooks for a reverse-housewarming gift, or you can just drop in on me at lunchtime more often.

[To be fair she had other things on her mind. And he probably could figure it out if he had to. But sandwiches are perfectly acceptable bachelor food and if he wanted anything else he could just go to a restaurant, so he hasn't bothered trying.

Ahaha. Nope. Totally not a reflection of reality at all.]

I don't want to make work for you if I don't have to.

[Such a considerate boy. ~~Totally doesn't have ulterior motives there. It's not like he's trying to hide his Saiyan appetite from you. No.~~]

[...Sigh.]

Really? You and Gohan keep acting like you're going to take up all of my time when I offer to help you out with something. You need to cut that out, I'm going to do it anyway.

[Trunks laughs softly. He's genuinely amused, just quiet.]

I suppose I should know better than to try.

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[Bulma laughs as well, patting him on the shoulder again. ~~She just really likes touching, okay.~~]

That's my boy! A growing boy shouldn't have to live on just sandwiches, after all. Now if only Gohan would stop being stubborn about his arm. [No, she won't let that go, why should she.]

[Trunks frowns slightly.]

I'll talk to him about that. It doesn't make much sense for him to refuse it...

[At least to him.]

Aw, would you? Thanks, honey. [Hair ruffle!] I don't know if it's because he's half-Saiyan or what, but boy was he difficult when I talked to him.

[Obviously there's nothing wrong with a little loving peer pressure.]

So, Trunks! What do you say we shop together while we're both here? We can talk a little bit more about what it's like in your age. [And company is nice. Company is very nice.]

[ERK. He...would really rather not talk about his timeline sob. Hopefully it won't matter for much longer anyway.]

He can be...really determined.

[To say the least.]

Well, our timelines probably won't end up the same, so...

[If he has anything to say about it anyway.]

I know about that, of course. [She's been thinking about timeline deviations since Bulla's arrival, after all. Most of all considering that in her timeline's path neither Trunks nor Bulla will be born, which saddens her as she's become fond of her children, but things with Yamcha were a bit difficult when she came to Vatheon...]

I'm just curious!

[Ahahaha little do you know.]

Alright then. I'm even from a different timeline than Bulla, so everything's...complicated. Back home, I don't have a sister.

I know that part, too. [Plz, Trunks, your mother has an awesome memory.]

...Who were those people in your dream?

[...dammit that was one of the questions he didn't want to answer, of course she asks it first. He quite obviously hesitates, face going blank.]

...they're not people. They don't have the basic morals to qualify.

[He shakes his head, pushing down the usual fear that follows any thought of the androids. He wants to stay calm--he has to stay calm.]

...[He looks so bent out of shape now. Good job, Briefs, you're freaking out your son.]

Sweetie, are you okay? [A pause before she touches his arm again.] We don't have to talk about them right now.

[your kid has trauma. :C He smiles slightly.]

It's a long story anyway.

Seems like everything you're involved with has a long story behind it.

[Well that's actually...quite true, sob.]

...I don't mean to sound so avoidant. There's just...a lot to go over.

[...She can't stand the forlornness of it all, she has to smoosh him.

So there you go Trunks have a smother hug.]

You can tell me when you're ready, you can tell me everything when you're ready.

~~[Epic foreshadowing]~~

[Trunks likes mom hugs. As much as he pretends not to sometimes. He's still a teenage boy after all.]

Come on, Mom, this is embarrassing.

[Looks like now's one of those times. He's still smiling though.]

[...Wow. Actually being called "mom" has given her a strange, warm feeling. In her heart. It's almost like confirmation that no matter what happens, she'll never be alone and will always have someone to love and be a companion to around.]

Well, you'll just have to deal with it, Mister. I am your mom, after all.

[Vegeta doesn't always terrorize the restaurants of Vatheon, sometimes he likes to get a snack on his own. He's staring down a rack of ribs with his tail waving intently when Bulma comes to take a look at the meat. He grunts his acknowledgement, then remembers that he's trying to be nice to her.

Ugh.

Memory of Gohan fighting Frieza spurs him on.]

Hello, woman.

[Whoops he forgot her name!]

[Not like they ever...actually introduced themselves. He came and left very suddenly after flipping the nice switch.

Although she does know his name considering Gohan's description of a MAN WITH A TAIL that's a Saiyan in the bubble.]

It's Bulma. Hi to you, too, Vegeta. What brings you out here?

Getting food, obviously.

[He peers at the ribs again, baffled.]

There are no animals this large within the bubble or on the island that I have seen. Where does this meat come from?

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[Oh hey, he pointed out choice ribs, she's going to ask the worker for that now.]

My only guess is they'd have to import these things if they don't have livestock down here. You could just ask them but then...they'd probably say it's because of Lamufao or something, tch. [Eyeroll. Really? Magic coral? Ludicrous, it could at least be because of magic dragons or something cooler.]

[What no those were his ribs!]

That is what I am concerned about. I don't want to eat "magical" food. I do not see any importing going on, but I hope that is the case.

[He keeps eyeing the ribs as they're moved to Bulma's groceries, just a little longingly. They would have been nice...]

[Ah-ha, she caught you there, mister.]

Well, of course! If I know one thing that's for sure about you Saiyans, you can never get enough food.

[A beat before she takes the ribs out of the bag and offers it to him.]

Speaking of that, it's why I'm shopping for food. In case Gohan pops by for lunch, or Trunks or anyone else. You're welcome to come by, too, if you want.

[He accepts the ribs, looking just a little unsure. Why is she giving them to him? He hadn't asked!]

I am not sure that would be a good idea. Feeding three Saiyans would be difficult.

[Vegeta can't imagine one human woman cooking for three of them! Of course, really it's just that he doesn't want to be seen by Gohan and he's trying to turn down her invitation politely.]

[Because she's nice ~~and knows if Goku can't resist tasty food, he can't either~~. Of course that'd be a difficult concept for him to comprehend.]

[Also three? Hmm...maybe more were there previously. Or he just can't count, either way.]

Don't worry about it! It's not like you'd all be over at the same time, and I practically raised a Saiyan when I was younger. I can handle it.

[ It seems like everyone is doing their shopping today! Only instead of food, she's got a hankering for some new fashion. So she's juggling a few bags as she heads home, stopping once she sees Bulma to wave. ]

Hey! I didn't expect to see you--[ And then she spots a very familiar Saiyan right next to her. She very nearly says "Or dad", but catches herself. ] Or...him, here. So....Hey. How are you. What's up.

[ This is so awkward, yes it is. ~~Though mom an dad hanging out(?) Is a good thing.~~ ]

[And suddenly, there are two of Bulma here. Whatever Vegeta had been about to reply with, he's certainly not going to do so now. He stares at Bulla warily, not registering just yet what his nose is picking up. Thank kami for being surrounded by food.]

...are you sisters?

[HAHAHA--him saying that is the most adorably silly thing!]

Oh wow, what a charmer you are. No, Bulla's not my sister, although she is family. Hey, Bulla, come over here and meet Vegeta!

Uh--Yeah, okay. [ After the briefest(hahah) of hesitations, she walks over and gives Vegeta a small nod. ]

Hey there, I'm Bulla. [ And I'm introducing myself to my dad. Things can not get any weirder. ] It's, like...nice to meet you, Vegeta.

[There's something about this girl... Vegeta peers at her with interest before just nodding in return and selecting a few more things to take home. He's not sure why calling the women out on their similarities makes him a "charmer", but he'll just go with it.]

[Yeah she's basically just prodding at him for kicks and giggles, so she'll just ignore the monkeyman now and focus entirely on Bulla.]

So Bulla, I was planning on having Trunks and maybe Gohan over for lunch some time soon. You're totally free to come, too! That's why I'm out shopping. Is there anything special that you'd like?

[ It was strange, having him being so dismissive. He was always...but he was from the past, she should have expected him to act like this. Why...would things be any differently anyway?

She shakes off the momentary feeling and focuses on what Bulma's saying. She shrugs. ]

Huh? Oh, I'd like that a lot. It'll be nice to have a little get-together like that. Hm...well, I don't think there's anything specific I'd want, I'll eat pretty much anything. [ AS LONG AS IT ISN'T CHI CHI's COOKING. ] Just make sure you make a lot, alright? Me and Trunks eat a lot.

[Having Trunks and Gohan over for lunch. Bulla is invited too. Her and Trunks eat a lot... in an extremely creepy gesture, the prince looms behind Bulla suddenly. He's studying her intently, now.]

[...Whoa. WHOA, stranger-danger near her daughter, that's a definite do not want.]

Hey, pal! I'm only going to warn you once--you'd better not touch my daughter, I don't want any trouble, okay?

[Some part of her is realizing it looks weird for someone her age to have a teenage daughter, but after seeing the damage Raditz did she'd rather not risk trusting Vegeta.]

[ HALP HALP STRANGER--Oh wait, she doesn't seem all that phased. Actually, she's going to whip around, hands on her hips. ]

Yeah, don't be a creep [ 'Dad'. Humph! What was his deal, anyway? First he ignores her, and now he's going to go and get all weird? ]

[Oh sorry, are you bothered? Vegeta gives no fucks.]

Are you human?

[He is the most polite ever.]

...What the hell are you talking about? Of course she's human, why wouldn't she be? Right, Bulla? Trunks would have said something if your dad was an alien.

[Except for the part where he didn't and Bulma has way too much faith in him.]

[ Trunks didn't...tell her. Why. What. Oh good god this is not getting put on her. No way.

A nervous laugh and-- ]

Oh, yeah. I forgot I have something I need to do...over there. Great talking to you guys!

[ So she'll just...inch away from the two of them and try to slowly, casually, make her escape. This is not suspicious at all, what are you talking about?! ]

...why would Trunks know?

[An idea is forming in Vegeta's mind. A terrible, horrible idea. It can't be true, can it? He can't...

He'll just cover his mouth so it's not quite so evident that his jaw has dropped to the ground.]

--Oh, see you later, honey! [Crisis averted in that part! Bulma turns back to the display and busies herself with picking out meats to take home.]

[However, she adds as a comment over her shoulder:] Trunks is Bulla's brother, of course. Guess he didn't tell you that, either.

[Nope. NOPE. Vegeta is going to turn and walk away until he's outside, then FLY.]

[...HE HAS CHILDREN WITH THAT WHINY CREATURE?! WHY?!]

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