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In Bulma's mind Vegeta had gone out of his way to get her something nice for her birthday, and in Bulma's mind that meant Vegeta finally reached a level of humanity that required a birthday of its own. Granted, he had almost killed Roshi in the process and stolen everything of value the old man owned. But that was okay, the pervert deserved it.
'Baby steps' she smiled to herself. Washing her new dishes.
Just then the saiyan prince in came demanding a meal.
Ignoring him completely she asked " 'Geta? When's your birthday?"
He scowled at the new nick name and growled "What are you up to woman?" he asked suspiciously
"Nothing! Gees, Vegeta you're so paranoid!" she said indignantly.
Eyeing her cautiously he said "I don't remember." Hoping it would end the subject for his mate.
As if!
"Oh! That's great! Then you can choose a birthday!" She decided for him. "Whens a good day for you?"
'Woman, please.' Vegeta thought sorely tempted to roll his eyes. On the outside however he hmpfed haughtily and crossed his arms over his chest. Then stomped to the table, waiting for breakfast. Bulma just finished the dishes. And then left the kitchen.
No breakfast.
Vegeta was taken aback "Woman! What about my breakfast?!" He called after her.
A preoccupied Bulma called back calmly "Just fix some cereal for Trunks."
"WHAT?!" He called outraged. "The Prince of Saiyans doesn't fix anybody anything!"
"Da-DA!" A shrill voice declared from the doorway. The young boy stumbled toward his traumatized father, climbed the chair next to him and put to chubby (sticky) hands in his father's mane.
"Watch it brat!" He roared at his son. He'd meant to say something like "Don't pull my hair." But saiyans are creatures of habit, and he was rather fond of his hair.
"Dada!" The boy repeated dotingly tearing at the mahogany locks. It took everything Vegeta had not to a) blast the child to the next dimension, or, b) give him a hug.
Conflicting.
Disentangling his offspring from his mane he roughly shoved the boy into the seat, "I said watch it. Brat."
Trunks' lower lip quivered dangerously, his eyes getting big and teary. Vegeta was never happier to see his mother in law come and shower the child with grandmotherly kisses and attention "Well hello there Trunks! Who's the cutest little baby ?! You are! Yes you are! Yeas you aaarre!" she crooned for a while oblivious of the saiyan prince's withering gaze. Finally satisfied with Trunks's delighted chortling she moved towards the oven.
She piped happily "Would you like some breakfast Vegeta?" though the answer was obvious
The prince nodded majestically. Trying to forget the nagging doubt that Bulma was up to something he couldn't do anything to prevent.
Bunny hummed happily making enough pancakes to feed an army… or just Vegeta and Trunks…same difference. Trunks' had somehow gotten ahold of the syrup and was giggling madly as he tried to slurp it through his nose.
"Bulma said you're having a birthday soon." Bunny smiled happily.
"No, I'm not." The price grumbled .But again. He was ignored.
"Well actually she said you still need an date…. hmm… we need to find out what zodiac sign you are…"
He wasn't listening either and had turned his attention to Trunks inhaling syrup….
Bunny stacked more pancakes on their plates and mused out loud "We can't do next Wednesday because I'm busy then…or Friday since Bulma has the big board meeting… Oh! And then it won't be Gemini any more…oh well you're not a Gemini any way."
"Obviously! " He barked, panic creeping down his spine as he realized Trunks was choking on the syrup. Bunny was oblivious. "Yes... I know… what do you think you are?"
The boy was turning blue. Vegeta was turning white.
With a shower of golden droplets, Trunks gasped a lungful of oxygen. Tears of shock now gathering in his eyes big toddler eyes.
"Saiyan!" Vegeta roared trying to cover up the fact that he almost passed out from fear. How could his son drown in less than a half inch of liquid Sugar!? Trunks' attention was now turned to his snot and syrup covered pancakes. Vegeta was to relieved to be revolted.
"No silly! What sign!" Bunny giggled, missing the whole incident.
Realizing he wouldn't shake Bunny he answered "What the most powerful?"
Bunny looked pensive "They all have specialties but I suppose …hmm… Taurus are very determined …Scorpio maybe.. or…Oh! I know a Leo. But then… Scorpio..."
Cutting across his mate's mother he growled "Scorpio." Mostly to end the conversation and because "Scorpio" was fun to say.
Bunny frowned "Huh… well… no. I'm sorry Vegeta you're really more of a Leo. That'll put the earliest date on Saturday…but I have something the too…oh well, I'll just tell Bulma to put it on Monday next week, that way there'll be more time to invite guest!" she said piling pancakes on Vegeta's plate and dancing out of the room.
Vegeta scowled at his son. "This. Is. Your. Fault."
"Dada!" the boy chirped swinging his hands back at Vegeta's hair.
