#dadgeta

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Goten: Maybe you should try calling him. A lot of people feel more comfortable about personal things when it’s not face-to-face.

Trunks: I guess it’s worth a shot. *calls Vegeta on his cell phone*

Vegeta: Hello?

Trunks: Hey, Dad. What you up to?

Vegeta: Eating lunch. Needed a break from training. Lately, I’ve been thinking about all the people I’ve killed. God, the first five or ten times you take a life, it's eerie. You remember every detail. I can see all their faces. One had a beard. Each time, I tied a little knot in my memory that no amount of whiskey could loosen. 'Course eventually, I just stopped caring. Now I can blow a man's head off while figuring how much KFC to pick up on my way home. It's usually no more than a bucket. The sick thing is, I came to love it—snuffing out lives. I craved it. I feel like an angel of death. The Messenger of Eternal Darkness. A merciless demon with an unquenchable—

Vegeta: Oh, they just put more orange chicken in the buffet. Gotta run. *hangs up*

Trunks: Bulla, I'm a teenager. I don't have time for silly tea parties.

Vegeta drags Trunks into the living room where a tiny table is set up with three pink tea cups and a matching teapot.

Vegeta: Sit!

The two sit down across from each other on kidsized chairs and Bulla starts pouring the 'tea'.