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Quaranteeny Fic Week

Summary:

A collection of small ficlets, though the last two are slightly longer. Light-hearted, humorous bits of daily-life fluff. Each chapter is self-contained.

Notes:

Stuck inside for at least a week due to the outbreak of COVID-19. Decided to make the most of my time and issue myself a Weekly Writing Prompt Challenge. I'll be writing ficlets based on the following one word prompts each day for a week.
Day 1: Vessel
Day 2: Barbershop
Day 3: Change
Day 4: Indecision
Day 5: Memory
Day 6: Window

Just found out I'll be stuck inside for at least another week, so keep checking back for another Weekly Writing Challenge.

Chapter 1: Day 1: Vessel

Chapter Text

Day 1: Vessel
“It’s a pleasure cruise, dummy. There ARE no weapons.”
Bulma's mild scolding did nothing to budge the frown etched across Vegetas brow. He held up a pamphlet titled “SIX STAR CRUISES” and read from it.
“The pride of our fleet, the Cabana boasts cutting edge technology and, as the flagship of our Northern Fleet, comes equipped with our most well-trained and diligent crew.”
Bulma held up her hands, questioningly.
“Yeah, and?” she said
“What sort of flagship is this supposed to be?” he flicked angrily through the brochure, smacking the pages for emphasis “No training facilities, no armories, not a single plasma cannon or shield array. What the hell kind of fleet could this floating marshmallow command?!”
“When I said ‘holiday,’ did you really think we were going to spend it on a battleship?”
Vegeta said nothing, only scoffed, and folded his arms.
“C’mon dad, it’ll be fun!” Trunks said, pulling at his father’s arm. “Besides, if we don’t get onboard before noon, we’ll miss the lunch buffet!”