Disclamier: I do not own Dragonball Z or any other trademarked material in
this story.
Warning-Sometimes, I tend to get nasty or sexual. If anything in this story makes you think I need to change the rating, tell someone who cares.
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Chapter 1
Trunks wasn't a baby anymore. He was far from a baby now. In the first part of this story, he was a baby, only about 1 and a half years old. But now he was 27. And also, he had a sister! A sister named Bra. Vegeta was now 56 and he looked different. Vegeta's hair was short now, and he was alot taller. How a full grown man can get any taller, I don't know. Bulma was looking old now, she had a few wrinkles, but she was her same bossy old self. Bra looked a whole lot like Bulma had when she was young. She was absolutly beautiful, had too much money on her hands, and loved boys.
Anyway, in case you didn't read the last story, the world had almost been destroyed by an extremely handsome Saiayn named Rehmon who had fallen in love with Bulma, but she got over her lust for him and poseiened him in the end. But android 18 had fallen for him in the end and.....you'll find out about that later.
Anyways, Bra was sitting in the living room, chatting on the phone with Goten. She and Goten were going out, and she liked him, but she coulden't help feeling he wasn't good enough for her. Just the same, they had screwed a couple of times and he was pretty good in that department. She noticed Bulma and Vegeta were looking in the photo album at some pictures. When Bulma turned one page, Bra noticed that Vegeta made a terrible face, and Bulma just looked startled. "I didn't know I left THAT in here." She said. Vegeta began cussing at Bulma and yelling. "I think I better Go, I'll call you back." Bra said. She hung up the phone. Vegeta was going spastic. "Sh*t!" He said. he started bouncing in the middle of the living room. "I'm so mad I'm going to bounce!" He said, and bounced up and down. Bra watched him for a while but then got bored. "Jesus, Mother, what's wrong with Papa?" Bulma shrugged. "It's just this picture." Bra bouinced on the couch and looked at it. Her eyes turned to hearts. "BRA!" Vegeta said. "Stop gawking at that picture!" He bounced harder. "Papa, He's HOT." Bra said. "Who is THAT? How did you know someone like THAT? Is he a movie star?" Bulma shook her head. Vegeta ran up and snatched Bra's wrists. "he is NOT a movie star! He's a Saiyan named Rehmon! He almost brought the end of the world to us way before you were even thought of! He is not hot!" Bulma nodded. "Oh yes he is. And I got to have sex with him." Bra jumped back on the couch. "You DID? Was he better than Papa?" Vegeta hopped up to him and Bulma's room. Bulma shrugged. "I guess you could say that." Bra stared at the picture. "Whoa. Your lucky." Bulma took the picture out. "Yeah, he kidnapped me for a while. But I poisened him in the end." Bra stared at it a little more. "Oh wow. Your so lucky." Bulma put the pic back and closed the album. "You had better go call Goten back. I think he might be waiting."
"You told our daughter about you having sex with that guy?" Vegeta asked, drinking his margarita. Bulma nodded. "Yes, I did. I wish I had gotten pregnant from it, then I could teach her about abstinence at the same time." Vegeta slammed down his glass. "I can't beelive your SAYING this! Tell her about Trunks being born to teach her about abstinence! He wasn't exactly planned!" (Abstinence=not having sex until after marriage) "Well, I doubt she's a virgin, so it woulden't do much good." Said Bulma. Vegeta nodded. "She IS sort of a slut." He looked off the balconey and looked down at Trunks mowing the lawn for money. "He's pathetic. He's 27 and still lives with his parents." Bulma nodded. "Yep. he can't find a girlfriend or anything to hook up with. I forbode him from seeing Pan anymore. She's 14 and he's 27 and he says she's hot. How perverted!" Vegeta nodded. "Yep. Our son the pervert." Trunks mowed a circle around Bulma's garden. "HEY!" Vegeta shouted. "You missed a whole bunch! Go down there and redo that!" Trunks sighed and circled around. But this time, he plowed right THROUGH Bulma's garden. The flower petals spiraled in the air. "Why you!" Vegeta yelled, shaking a fist. "He mowed your garden!" Vegeta said. Trunks was laughing. Vegeta was so mad he jumped off the balconey and landed on Trunks. . "OW!" Said Vegeta as Trunks leapt out of the way and he hit the ground. The breath was knocked out of Vegeta. He looked over at the destroyed garden. "trunks, give me the mower! I'll show you how it's done!" He grabbed the lawn mower and pulled the string. It started right up. Vegeta pushed it, and the grass clipped behind it. "This is how you do it." Vegeta ran over a gopher or two, and the guts splashed across Trunks' face. He stood there in disgust. he didn't even SAY anything. "Okay, Trunks. Go ahead." Trunks grabbed the mower and mowed--right over Vegeta's foot. "OW!" Vegeta yelled,and he leapt into the sky. His leather boot was in shambles. Trunks howled with laughter, killed the mower, and flew off. Vegeta layed there and cried.
"Ow! Your hurting!" Vegeta said. Bra was putting on a bandage on his foot while she talked to Goten on the phone. "Yes, dad got hi foot ran over in the mower." She said. Vegeta was listening carefully to her conversation. "Yes, Goten." Bra said. "yes to what?" asked Vegeta. Bra waved him off. "Tonight at seven? Okay." She said into the phone. "What tonight at seven?" he asked. Bra had a strange happy look on her face. Vegeta knew something was up. "Yes, I'll come have sex with you tonight at seven." Bra said. Vegeta grabbed the phone away in rage. "Are u CRAZY?! You can't have sex with Goten! Your 16 years old!" Bra shrugged. "So? Goten's good at it." Vegeta was horrifid. "How many times, Bra? HOW MANY?" Bra struggled to count on her fingers. "I can't remember." "HOW MANY GUYS, BRA?" Bra held out one finger. "Just one." She cricked Vegeta's foot to the side painfully, and he tried to take a deep breath. "Bra....If your sure that Goten is 'the one' so you want to have sex with him, I'll sign for you to get married. But I don't want you to have sex unless your going to marry the guy! This is sh*t that I'm even having this conversation with my 16 year old daughter!" Vegeta yanked out some hair. "Relax, Papa. he's not 'The one'." Vegeta's anger flared. "IF HE'S NOT THE ONE THAN WHY ARE YOU S- " Bulma rushed in and clapped a hand over Vegeta's mouth. "Stop yelling!" She said. "You can say that in a civilized tone!" Vegeta yanked her hand away. "Leave me alone, Bulma! I was trying to talk to Bra!" Vegeta was breathing through clenched teeth. "Go on, Bra." Bulma said to Bra. Bra left the room. "Gladly." She said.
Bra was applying her makeup for her night at Goten's. She had on her skimpiest outfit and everything. And she had her favorite pair of stripper- like boots on the bed to wear. her big fluffy cat was on the bed. She was almost finished putting on her makeup when there were three knocks on the door. Bra sighed and got up to answer the door. It was Vegeta. He was using crutches. "Mind if I come in for a second?" He asked. Bra sighed. "No, Papa. I don't mind at all." Vegeta sat down on the bed. "Where are you going dressed like that? A European Beach?" Bra shook her head. "In European Beaches they're topless, Papa." "Your not Topless right now? You sure could have fooled me." Said Vegeta. "So where are you going?" Bra put more makeup on. "I'm going to Goten's like you already know." Vegeta almost fell over. "Bra! I told you about having sex when your 16!" Bra sighed. "Not again! Let's not start this mess." Vegeta propped himself up on the crutches. "Bra, when you get pregnant--" He took a finger and sliced it across his neck like he was slitting his throat. Bra waved Vegeta off. "I'm more responsible than that. Now go away before I flash you." Vegeta hobbled out of the room, hurt. Bra walked to the bed and grabbed her boots, and big gob of cat crap hit the floor. "SH*T! FLUFFY!" Bra said. She grabbed Fluffy around his fuzzy tummy and hurled him into the wall. He bounced off and ran out of the window. Bra pulled on the sh*tty boots and left the house.
"Get the doorbell." Vegeta said to Bulma. They were watching a movie, and the doorbell had just rang. Bulma got up off the loveseat and went to the door. She twisted the knob and it opened, exposing Krillin. "Hello, you guys." He said. He had Marron with him. She was 22 years old. She was sort of pretty, but not nearly as pretty as Bra. They liked to sit around and discuss the hottest movie stars and talk about their boyfriends. "Where's Bra?" Asked Marron. "She's at Goten's house." Said Vegeta. "Against my wishes, of course." Marron sighed. "Well, Daddy, that means I'm going back home." She walked out through the door.
"Where's 18?" Vegeta asked, looking for her. He had almost totally forgiven her from their confrontation 26 years ago. "She said she had some business to take care of right now, and that she didn't know when she would be back. To tell you the truth, she's been doing that alot lately." Vegeta scratched his chin. "Weird." He said, propping his crutches on the couch. "Do you guys want some popcorn or something?" Bulma asked. Vegeta nodded. "Yes. Popcorn would be great." Bulma nodded and ran into the kitchen. "Thank you!" Krillin called after her. "Did she say she was going to be here?" Vegeta asked. He enjoyed being around her because she was so pretty. "She said she may." So Vegeta and Krillin sat down with a couple of beers.
18 was sitting in the forest by the 7 dragonballs she had gathered over the last 26 years. It was just by chance she had found them all--and she only wanted two wishes. #1-she wanted to resurrect Rehmon, the handsome Saiyan who had died 26 years before at the hands of a poisen. #2-She wanted to get rid of a problem Rehmon had had. Every time he went Super Saiayn, he had an affro. She wanted to get rid of that. But then she thought--a third wish would be nice. She wanted to wish for him not to be evil this time. 18 had all her wishes figured out, so she called the dragon.
"HA! Strait flush." Vegeta said, placing a hand of cards down on the table. "Beat that!" he started pulling the pile of thousands of dollars in wages toward him. Bulma clapped. "Nice job, Veggie!" Vegeta smiled. "Wait!" Krillin said. "Not so fast." Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "What?" He asked. "ROYAL flush." Krillin said. He scooted the pile of money toward HIMSELF. "Oh no." Said Vegeta. Bulma kicked the ground. "Darn it, Vegeta." She said. Vegeta shrugged.
Just then, the door opened with a deafening bang. "Bra! What possesed you to slam the door like that?" Vegeta said. Bra stormed into the kitchen, wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt. "Goten!" She said. "That B*st*rd!" Bulma ran over to see what was wrong with Bra. "Oh, Honey, did you two break up?" Bra nodded, and tears strated spilling out of her lids. "Yes, Mama! We did! We had just finished laying eachother when the phone rang!" Bra stoppped talking for a wee second, to take a gulp of air. "I answered it, much to his objections and before I could say anything to the person on the other line, they said,'Hello Goten you sexy sexy man who lays me every night." Bra burst into sobs. "Funny how they would be that elaborate when you hadn't said anything yet.' Vegeta said. Bra made a noise. "Well she didn't say exactly that but you could tell she was thinking it!" Vegeta rolled his eyes and fumbled with his cards. "Bra, did it ever cross your little mind it might have been a cousin?" Bra just made a horrible screeching sound and went up to her room. "Vegeta, sometimes, when you try to help...." Bulma said. Vegeta shrugged. "Sit down, Bulma." Bulma sat down. "Let's finish this d*mn game so I can go to bed.'
*DING DONG* "I guess 18 made it after all!" Bulma said. "That's great! More guests." Vegeta smiled. "Oh yes, how wonderful." He took a drink of beer. He sniffed. "Does 18 smoke?" He asked Krillin, while Bulma was still on her way to the door. "Becayse I smell cigeratte smoke." Krillin shook his head. "No, she doesn't smoke. She hates even the smell of it." Vegeta sniffed again. "I could have sworn I smelt it." He leaned back in his chair, and kicked up the stand. He listened as Bulma swept the door open. "Why hello, 18! He heard her say. "Who's that guy behind--" He heard a thump."BULMA?" He yelled,and ran to the door. He saw Bulma was laying on the floor fainted. He didn't even notice the man at the door, he threw his cigeratte out. "Why hello, Vegeta." Said the familier man's voice. Vegeta slowly looked up from his ailing wife into the face of--REHMON! THE SAIYAN IN THE PHOTO ALBUM!!!Vegeta jumped back and screamed. "You-Your dead!" He held out his arms. "You..." He fired up a ki blast. "I've been training! We're equally matched in stregth now! You better watch it! Get out of here now!" 18 stepped up. "Stop it, now. He's not evil anymore, Vegeta. I wished him not evil." Vegeta gasped. "You wished this guy BACK? 18, what were you thinking! Now I just have to kill him all over again!!" Krillin was gaping at the scene.
"Is that Bulma?" Asked Rehmon. He was just as handsome as ever. He was tall, and very muscular. His hair looked pretty normal except for two spikes that stuck up in the front and two spiky bangs. He had a long tail that had a bell tied to the end of it. He wore a white muscle shirt and jeans with a belt. He leant over to see Bulma. "Get away from her!" Said Vegeta, firing a ki blast inches away from his head. "I know what you did to my wife last time! You'll never touych her as long as you live, which isn't gonna be much longer!" Bulma was coming around. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at Vegeta. "Hello." She said to Vegeta. "Did I see who I thought I did?" She looked past Vegeta and at Rehmon. "So it IS you?" She scrambled up the Curtains. "NO!" She said. "KILL HIM, VEGETA!" Bulma grasped on to the curtains like a cat and hung there. "I don't want you to love me anymore!" She sobbed at Rehmon. He ran a hand through his hair and looked up at her. "Relax. I'm not interested in you anymore. Your way older than me now! I'm only 23!" Bulma sniffled. "Remember Trunks?"Rehmon's face brightened. "The baby?" Bulma nodded. "Yeah. He was ababy when you last saw him."
"We have got to get rid of Rehmon now or he could decide to blow up the world again over his....Affro thingy!" Rehmon shook his head. "18 wished that away. And she wished me not evil; it's impossible for me to be evil. Plus, I'd be pretty stupid to be evil around guys who have the power to destroy me." Vegeta realized that he had a point there. Bulma was slowly climbing down. "So that's it? I get a little older and you don't love me anymore?" Rehmon placed a finger on his forehead. "A little older, a little wrinklier--and, you let me die. Oh, and you poisened me. It's hard to love someone who did those things to you, hm?" There was silence in the room for a while. "But not to worry. I've put all that behind me now and I just wanna be friends." Vegeta slumped on the couch. "I'll be watching you, Rehmon. One wrong move and I'll kill you." Rehmon laughed. "Can't we all just get along?" Krillin asked. Everyone stared at him, and he backed off.
"So this is Trunks now?" Rehmon asked when Trunks stepped out. Now a handsome young man, compared to the angry looking baby Rehmon had last seen. "How are ya, Trunks?" He asked him. "Who the hell are you?" Trunks asked. Rehmon's mouth hung open. "I'm....I'm a....the guy who tried to destroy the world when you were a baby. Remember me?" Bulma laughed. "Oh, I don't think we've ever told him about you....You see, we wanted him to have a GOOD life, and..." Rehmon looked at the ground. "Vegeta wanted to know if you'd care to meet the girl now?" Krillin said. Vegeta was trying to keep from talking to Rehmon so he woulden't become friends with him or anything. Rehmon's eyes widened. You two--had a little girl??" Bulma nodded. "She can be quite terrible and unpleasant to be around, though. For your sake, I hope she's in a good mood." Vegeta made a face. She just got dumped, remember? Of course she's not going to be in high spirits." She must not be too nice looking if she just got dumped. I'd better brace myself.Rehmon thought. "BRAAA!!" Bulma yelled. "Come on down and meet our guest!" From up in her room, Vegeta heard Bra say, "NO!"
"COME DOWN HERE NOW OR NO MORE FOOD FOR YOU!" Bulma yelled. Bra sighed and Rehmon heard clumps come down the stairs. Then he saw her. at first, he thought it was Bulma. It looked just like she had when she was young! This girl was doused in makeup in just the right places and a slutty outfit that woulden't quit! She was beautiful beyond compare! Rehmon got horny from the meer sight of her. "WOW." He said. "WOW WOW WOW." Bra looked around, not seeing anyone. "Alright. Who do you want me to meet?" Krillin shoved Rehmon behind a curtain. "Okay, Bra, we'd like you to meet....Rehmon!" He said, and pulled the curtain aside. Bra just stared. Her jaw dropped.
"Hi." Rehmon said. He held out his hand. He was a little timid around girls this beautiful. Bra stared at his hand. This guy was gorgeus! The man in the photo album! He was so handsome Bra wanted to lay this guy many a times. "Hello." Bra said. "I'm Bra." Rehmon grinned. "I'm Rehmon." Bra smiled, making Rehmon even more horny. "Aren't you who tried to blow up the world?" Bra asked. Rehmon nodded. "Yep. That's me. But I'm good now." Everyone was staring at the two. They all didn't realize what was going on, but Vegeta did. He knew Rehmon was horny by both the look on his face and the bulge in his pants. "Alright, Bra, maybe you should go back up to your room now. We woulden't want you to bother the--um--guest." Rehmon shook his head. "Oh, no, she's no bother at all." He looked her up and down a couple of times. Vegeta would do anything to get them to stop. "Okay......How about you guys start...TALKING and less looking?" He shooed Bra onto the couch and put a blanket over her. Then he sat by her so there was so room to sit next to her. Bra scowled at Vegeta and stood up. She sat down on the couh in the middle, and Rehmon came and sat by her. "I'm 16." She said. "How old are you?" Rehmon smiled. "I just turned 23." Bra was thiking in her mind,Only seven years! That's not too much! Trunks was sitting on the other side of Rehmon. He and Bra started chatting about things.
Later that night, Bra went into her room. She coulden't beleive that she had just met a guy that gorgeous. She had just wanted to jump in bed with that man and screw him. "I forgot to ask for a phone number." She said to herself. Then she flopped backwards on the bed to daydream about him, or since it was nighttime, maybe have a sexual fantasy.(HEE HEE)"I wonder if he likes me.." She said. "And he's a Saiyan....and he's so strong." She hugged herself, but was interrupted by a knock at the door. She swung it open to find a grim faced Vegeta. "Hello, Papa. Come in!" Bra danced over to her bed. "What is it, by the way?" He sat down on the bed, groaning and setting down his crutches.
"It's that evil peice of sh*t you seem to come over." Bra made a face at his choice of words. "He's not an evil peice of sh*t and I don't come over him. He's just soooo....soo handsome." Vegeta scoffed. "You may not come over him but he almost did over you in that slutty outfit." Bra slitted her eyes. "Not this again." She said.
The next day, Goku and Chi Chi had invited everybody to their house for some sort of barbecue. Bulma and Vegeta were busy getting dressed and all ready, which meant that Bulma was trying to sew Vegeta into another pair of pants. "Don't poke me!" Vegeta said. "Watch out!" Bulma got angry and poked Veggie on purpose. "YOW!" He screamed as a dot of blood appeared on his black spandex. "Thanks alot! Those stains will never come out!" Bulma shrugged and continued sewing. "I don't see why u have to dress so tight for a BBQ!" Vegeta didn't answer.
"What are you wearing?" He said after a while. "I'm wearing my old dress." She said. Vegeta looked over her head at the dress on the bed which was very short and very low cut. "Bulma, dear.....don't you think your a little....um....OLD to wear that dress?" Bulma looked at Vegeta like she was terribly offended and stabbed him 3 times with the needle in his thigh. "OW OW OW!!" Vegeta yowled, clapping his hand to the spot. "I didn't say you WERE old, I just said you were too old to wear that dress!" Bulma threw the needle aside. "I'm finished. And NO, I don't think I'm too old to wear that dress." Bulma took the dress into the bathroom. "I'll just go see what the kids are wearing then." Vegeta said. He walked out of the room, his legs making a terrible creaking noise because they were so tight. They were 2 sizes too small.
He opened the door to Trunks' room, who had a book open and was studying for an exam. His room was mostly all black, except for the photos of half naked women littering the walls and a lava lamp. HIS cat had mange. "Hello, Trunks." Said Vegeta, stepping into the room. It smelled like cigeratte smoke, but Trunks was an adult so there was nothing Vegeta could do about it. "Try smoking outside." Vegeta said. "What are you going to wear to the thingy?" Trunks turned around. "What thingy?" He asked. He really seemed puzzled about it. "The BBQ we've been talking about the last week....remember that?" Trunks nodded slowly. "Am I supposed to GO or something?" Vegeta started to get frustrated. "YES. That's why I came and asked you what you were going to wear." Trunks shrugged. "I don't wanna go. I might drive over there later." "YES, YOU ARE!" Vegeta went into Trunks' closet and grabbed a pair of overalls and a polo shirt. "Look! These are nice and sophisticated." Trunks looked in horror at the choice of clothes his dad picked out. "No way am I wearing that! I'll look like a farmer! get out of my room!" Vegeta shook his head. "No. Wear those, or wear that old teddy bear shirt you have." "That woulden't fit! Now GET OUT!" Vegeta shook his head. "No. I love being in here. And since it's MY HOUSE, You can't tell me what to do." Trunks screamed and ki blasted Vegeta right out the door. Vegeta just layed on the floor and blinked.
Next, Vegeta went to Bra's room to try and see what she was going to wear, and hopefully change it. He knocked on the door. "Are you naked?" He called in there. "NO." Bra called back. Vegeta opened the door and stepped in. "YES YOU ARE!" He screamed. "No I'm not. I have clothes on." But the clothes barely covered her....parts. "Bra! That was too small seven years ago! Get that off!" Bra went into her closet. "Fine." She said. "It was uncomfortable anyway." Vegeta heard her fumbling around in her closet. "Okay dad! What about this one?" She stepped out. It was a short leather skirt that had a slit up the side and a shirt that didn't cover her stomach at all. Plus she had on those stripper boots.
"What the-- You look like my favorite lap dancer back when I was still evil! Get that off!" Bra shook her head. "No way. I like this." She walked out past Vegeta to go brush her hair and put on earrings. Vegeta followed her into the bathroom. "Did you hear what I just said?" Bra nodded. "I sure did. But I'm choosing not to acknowledge it." She put on some eyeshadow. Vegeta made a series of noises and walked out. Bulma was in the other bathroom fixing her hair because the bathroom in their bedroom was wet from Vegeta's shower that morning. "Did you see what she was wearing?" Vegeta asked. Bulma looked across the hall at Bra. "JESUS BRA! Get that off!" She yelled. "NO!" Bra yelled back. Bulma just shrugged and went back to her makeup. "Don't u care?" Vegeta asked. Bulma nodded. "I told her to get it off, didn't I?" Vegeta coulden't beleive what she was saying. "Fine. I just won't say anything anymore." Bulma liked that idea.
"Hello Vegeta, Bulma, Trunks, Bra! How are you guys?" Goku said when they got to his house. "Do you want some punch? There's lot's of punch!" Vegeta shook his head. Uub was on a trip in France. "I want some punch." Bra said. Vegeta shook his head. "No. You know Piccolo put alchohal in the punch." Bra pouted. "Who's all here yet?" Goku counted on his fingers. "Well, there's Yamcha....and there's me....and Chi Chi and Goten and Gohan and Videl and Pan and that's all yet." He ran over to get some pizza. "D*mn. Rehmon's not here." Bra said. "Where's that guy livin' at?" Vegeta asked. "He sure as hell can't live with us, right Bulma?" Bulma noddded. "Yes...but I'm going to give him some money to rent an apartment. He needs somewhere to live besides Krillin and 18's small house, and they already have a daughter." Vegeta's jaw dropped. "Give him some money? Listen, Bulma, just because you slept with him doesn't mean that u have to give him money for an apartment!"
Bulma didn't answer Vegeta but she went over to talk to Chi Chi. Bra noticed someone very familier. GOTEN! He walked over to her. "Hello, Bra. I see you don't have a date. Well that's awfully funny, because I do. It's funny to see you alone because you acused me of cheating on you." Bra snarled. "Yes, I did. That lady on the phone--remember her?" Goten waved Bra off. "She was a distant relative. Too bad you didn't stick with me because your never going to find anybody else. Your too much of a spoiled B*tch." He walked off smugly with some blond gal on his arm. "I am not a spoiled b*tch." Bra said. "And I'm much more attractive than that blond whore he had on his arm." Bra sat down at a table and sulked. She was enjoying sulking when Vegeta ran up. "Bra!" He said. She looked at him. "What do you want, Papa..?" She asked. "Um, I just wanted to tell you Rehmon's about to be here." Bra's eyes got big. "Really? YAY!" She jumped. "But Bra, there's one other thing.....if I find out that snake put one hand on you....your rear, your face, even your hand--I'll KILL him. Understand?" Bra laughed. "Sure. Whatever u say." She walked past Vegeta in her slutty outfit.
"Hello Rehmon!" Bra said, walking up to him. Rehmon whistled. She looked soooo hot in the slutty outfit to him. He was immediatly horny again. "Thanks." Bra said. "Come on. I'll introduce you to all the people here." Rehmon looked a little nervous. "Gee, I don't know....I can be a little shy sometimes. And I DID try to blow up the world once, remember?" Bra shrugged. "People around here know how to forgive and forget." But Rehmon wasn't so sure. "First of all, you need to stop wearing clothes like that." Bra said. "They make you look too....greaser. The jeans, the white shirt, the black hair--but that's okay. Come over to my house tonight after the barbecue and I'll fix you right up." Rehmon cocked his head. "But Bra, I like the way I look." Bra ignored Rehmon and drug him over to Gohan and Videl. "Hey guys! Meet--" Suddenly, Gohan was up like a flash climbing a nearby tree. "Your dead!" Gohan sputtered. "I was there when you died! Bulma poisened you! A ghost! AHHHH!" Gohan screamed and cried. "Gohan?" Rehmon asked. "You were nothing but 9 years of age when I saw you last! How ya doing?" Gohan tremebled. "You tried to destroy the world, remember? Get away from me!" Rehmon was very sad. "See, these people will never accept me." Rehmon said. But the next thing he knew, Videl was shaking his hand. "Hiya, handsome. I'm Videl." Rehmon smiled to be polite, even though this woman wasn't very pretty.
"Stop sexually harrasing Rehmon!" Bra said. She jerked him away. "What a b*tch." She added. Rehmon was silent. "Over there's Goku and Chi Chi.....Goku was dead when you were here last, and I don't think you met Chi Chi." Rehmon walked over to Chi Chi, whom he thought looked a little like a man, and Goku, who looked carefree and happy. "Hello!" Goku said. "I don't think we've met before! It's mighty rude to show up at someone's BBQ if they don't know ya, but hey, your cool! So what's your name?" Rehmon gulped, already nervous. "I'm Rehmon." "No last name? Just Rehmon?" Asked Goku. Rehmon nodded. He was so nervous to be around people stronger than him that he lit a cigeratte and took a puff. "Uh oh!" Goku said. "That's a doozy! You see, we don't smoke around here." He plucked the cigeratte out of Rehmon's mouth and stomped on it. Rehmon was apphauled. "But that's....mine.." He said sadly. Goku shrugged.
Bra was explaining to Rehmon that sometimes their friends could be a little clannish, but that they would accept him in time whenever all the sudden Goten walked over with the blonde gal on his arm again. "Why hello, Bra." He said. "Do you still not have a date? Because this guy right here is way too good looking to like YOU." Bra began to cry. "Well I--I just--" Goten laughed. "That's what I thought. You ARE to ugly to get a date." Then he turned to Rehmon. "So who are you, buddy? Her teacher?" Rehmon growled. "Matter of fact--He winked at Bra--I am her date!" Rehmon could tell that Goten wasn't as strong as he was. So he decided to PRETEND to be Bra's date, even if he wasn't. "Her date who is pure Saiayn and if you don't leave her alone will blast your head off." Suddenly vegeta let out a wail. "HE IS NOOOOOTT!" he said. He began bouncing and ripping out hair. "Calm down, Veggie." Said Bulma, patting him on the back. he screamed like a bull. Air escaped from between his teeth.
"You didn't tell us he was pure Saiyan!" Yamcha said, shaking his hand. Rehmon nodded. "Yep, I am." Goten was long gone by now, so he could tell the truth. "And I'm not her date. I just said that so he would leave her alone." Bra hung her head. vegeta ran over. "Yeah! Dat's it! Pretended to be her date!" He was grinning ear to ear. "I'm just glad you weren't REALLY her date--because I'm ALSO a pure Saiyan and I don't like that." Rehmon gulped. "Sure, Mr. Vegeta." Vegeta laughed. "It's alright. We're still on a first name basis." He was acting all nice, but when everyone turned around, vegeta slashed a finger across his throat and gave an evil look to Rehmon. Rehmon gulped. "I think I outta go." Rehmon said. "Nobody here accepts me.." Bulma grabbed his shoulder. "You don't have to leave, Rehmon. They'll accept you! I promise!" he may not have loved Bulma anymore but sex sure sounded nice. Rehmon walked away. "I'll come back in about a week--if Vegeta doesn't care." Vegeta eyed Rehmon.
"Don't go!" Bra said. "We still have to fix your clothes and everything!" Rehmon smiled. "I'll come to you guy's house tonight at about 8:00." Rehmon walked over to a motorcycle propped against a tree. It was a brand-new Harley. "Krillin and 18 gave me the money to buy this." "Oh! That reminds me!" Bulma said. She pulled out a whole was of bills. "Here's some money to rent an apartment. Get yourself a job and then you can keep it. That's enough to get you on your feet." Rehmon shook his head. "No! I coulden't take your money!" Bulma shoved it in his pocket. "You can, and you will." Rehmon smiled. "Thanks alot!" He waved at Bra, and she thought he was so sexy she almost fainted. "Bye, you guys!" He rode off on the motorcycle.
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end of dis chappa
Warning-Sometimes, I tend to get nasty or sexual. If anything in this story makes you think I need to change the rating, tell someone who cares.
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Chapter 1
Trunks wasn't a baby anymore. He was far from a baby now. In the first part of this story, he was a baby, only about 1 and a half years old. But now he was 27. And also, he had a sister! A sister named Bra. Vegeta was now 56 and he looked different. Vegeta's hair was short now, and he was alot taller. How a full grown man can get any taller, I don't know. Bulma was looking old now, she had a few wrinkles, but she was her same bossy old self. Bra looked a whole lot like Bulma had when she was young. She was absolutly beautiful, had too much money on her hands, and loved boys.
Anyway, in case you didn't read the last story, the world had almost been destroyed by an extremely handsome Saiayn named Rehmon who had fallen in love with Bulma, but she got over her lust for him and poseiened him in the end. But android 18 had fallen for him in the end and.....you'll find out about that later.
Anyways, Bra was sitting in the living room, chatting on the phone with Goten. She and Goten were going out, and she liked him, but she coulden't help feeling he wasn't good enough for her. Just the same, they had screwed a couple of times and he was pretty good in that department. She noticed Bulma and Vegeta were looking in the photo album at some pictures. When Bulma turned one page, Bra noticed that Vegeta made a terrible face, and Bulma just looked startled. "I didn't know I left THAT in here." She said. Vegeta began cussing at Bulma and yelling. "I think I better Go, I'll call you back." Bra said. She hung up the phone. Vegeta was going spastic. "Sh*t!" He said. he started bouncing in the middle of the living room. "I'm so mad I'm going to bounce!" He said, and bounced up and down. Bra watched him for a while but then got bored. "Jesus, Mother, what's wrong with Papa?" Bulma shrugged. "It's just this picture." Bra bouinced on the couch and looked at it. Her eyes turned to hearts. "BRA!" Vegeta said. "Stop gawking at that picture!" He bounced harder. "Papa, He's HOT." Bra said. "Who is THAT? How did you know someone like THAT? Is he a movie star?" Bulma shook her head. Vegeta ran up and snatched Bra's wrists. "he is NOT a movie star! He's a Saiyan named Rehmon! He almost brought the end of the world to us way before you were even thought of! He is not hot!" Bulma nodded. "Oh yes he is. And I got to have sex with him." Bra jumped back on the couch. "You DID? Was he better than Papa?" Vegeta hopped up to him and Bulma's room. Bulma shrugged. "I guess you could say that." Bra stared at the picture. "Whoa. Your lucky." Bulma took the picture out. "Yeah, he kidnapped me for a while. But I poisened him in the end." Bra stared at it a little more. "Oh wow. Your so lucky." Bulma put the pic back and closed the album. "You had better go call Goten back. I think he might be waiting."
"You told our daughter about you having sex with that guy?" Vegeta asked, drinking his margarita. Bulma nodded. "Yes, I did. I wish I had gotten pregnant from it, then I could teach her about abstinence at the same time." Vegeta slammed down his glass. "I can't beelive your SAYING this! Tell her about Trunks being born to teach her about abstinence! He wasn't exactly planned!" (Abstinence=not having sex until after marriage) "Well, I doubt she's a virgin, so it woulden't do much good." Said Bulma. Vegeta nodded. "She IS sort of a slut." He looked off the balconey and looked down at Trunks mowing the lawn for money. "He's pathetic. He's 27 and still lives with his parents." Bulma nodded. "Yep. he can't find a girlfriend or anything to hook up with. I forbode him from seeing Pan anymore. She's 14 and he's 27 and he says she's hot. How perverted!" Vegeta nodded. "Yep. Our son the pervert." Trunks mowed a circle around Bulma's garden. "HEY!" Vegeta shouted. "You missed a whole bunch! Go down there and redo that!" Trunks sighed and circled around. But this time, he plowed right THROUGH Bulma's garden. The flower petals spiraled in the air. "Why you!" Vegeta yelled, shaking a fist. "He mowed your garden!" Vegeta said. Trunks was laughing. Vegeta was so mad he jumped off the balconey and landed on Trunks. . "OW!" Said Vegeta as Trunks leapt out of the way and he hit the ground. The breath was knocked out of Vegeta. He looked over at the destroyed garden. "trunks, give me the mower! I'll show you how it's done!" He grabbed the lawn mower and pulled the string. It started right up. Vegeta pushed it, and the grass clipped behind it. "This is how you do it." Vegeta ran over a gopher or two, and the guts splashed across Trunks' face. He stood there in disgust. he didn't even SAY anything. "Okay, Trunks. Go ahead." Trunks grabbed the mower and mowed--right over Vegeta's foot. "OW!" Vegeta yelled,and he leapt into the sky. His leather boot was in shambles. Trunks howled with laughter, killed the mower, and flew off. Vegeta layed there and cried.
"Ow! Your hurting!" Vegeta said. Bra was putting on a bandage on his foot while she talked to Goten on the phone. "Yes, dad got hi foot ran over in the mower." She said. Vegeta was listening carefully to her conversation. "Yes, Goten." Bra said. "yes to what?" asked Vegeta. Bra waved him off. "Tonight at seven? Okay." She said into the phone. "What tonight at seven?" he asked. Bra had a strange happy look on her face. Vegeta knew something was up. "Yes, I'll come have sex with you tonight at seven." Bra said. Vegeta grabbed the phone away in rage. "Are u CRAZY?! You can't have sex with Goten! Your 16 years old!" Bra shrugged. "So? Goten's good at it." Vegeta was horrifid. "How many times, Bra? HOW MANY?" Bra struggled to count on her fingers. "I can't remember." "HOW MANY GUYS, BRA?" Bra held out one finger. "Just one." She cricked Vegeta's foot to the side painfully, and he tried to take a deep breath. "Bra....If your sure that Goten is 'the one' so you want to have sex with him, I'll sign for you to get married. But I don't want you to have sex unless your going to marry the guy! This is sh*t that I'm even having this conversation with my 16 year old daughter!" Vegeta yanked out some hair. "Relax, Papa. he's not 'The one'." Vegeta's anger flared. "IF HE'S NOT THE ONE THAN WHY ARE YOU S- " Bulma rushed in and clapped a hand over Vegeta's mouth. "Stop yelling!" She said. "You can say that in a civilized tone!" Vegeta yanked her hand away. "Leave me alone, Bulma! I was trying to talk to Bra!" Vegeta was breathing through clenched teeth. "Go on, Bra." Bulma said to Bra. Bra left the room. "Gladly." She said.
Bra was applying her makeup for her night at Goten's. She had on her skimpiest outfit and everything. And she had her favorite pair of stripper- like boots on the bed to wear. her big fluffy cat was on the bed. She was almost finished putting on her makeup when there were three knocks on the door. Bra sighed and got up to answer the door. It was Vegeta. He was using crutches. "Mind if I come in for a second?" He asked. Bra sighed. "No, Papa. I don't mind at all." Vegeta sat down on the bed. "Where are you going dressed like that? A European Beach?" Bra shook her head. "In European Beaches they're topless, Papa." "Your not Topless right now? You sure could have fooled me." Said Vegeta. "So where are you going?" Bra put more makeup on. "I'm going to Goten's like you already know." Vegeta almost fell over. "Bra! I told you about having sex when your 16!" Bra sighed. "Not again! Let's not start this mess." Vegeta propped himself up on the crutches. "Bra, when you get pregnant--" He took a finger and sliced it across his neck like he was slitting his throat. Bra waved Vegeta off. "I'm more responsible than that. Now go away before I flash you." Vegeta hobbled out of the room, hurt. Bra walked to the bed and grabbed her boots, and big gob of cat crap hit the floor. "SH*T! FLUFFY!" Bra said. She grabbed Fluffy around his fuzzy tummy and hurled him into the wall. He bounced off and ran out of the window. Bra pulled on the sh*tty boots and left the house.
"Get the doorbell." Vegeta said to Bulma. They were watching a movie, and the doorbell had just rang. Bulma got up off the loveseat and went to the door. She twisted the knob and it opened, exposing Krillin. "Hello, you guys." He said. He had Marron with him. She was 22 years old. She was sort of pretty, but not nearly as pretty as Bra. They liked to sit around and discuss the hottest movie stars and talk about their boyfriends. "Where's Bra?" Asked Marron. "She's at Goten's house." Said Vegeta. "Against my wishes, of course." Marron sighed. "Well, Daddy, that means I'm going back home." She walked out through the door.
"Where's 18?" Vegeta asked, looking for her. He had almost totally forgiven her from their confrontation 26 years ago. "She said she had some business to take care of right now, and that she didn't know when she would be back. To tell you the truth, she's been doing that alot lately." Vegeta scratched his chin. "Weird." He said, propping his crutches on the couch. "Do you guys want some popcorn or something?" Bulma asked. Vegeta nodded. "Yes. Popcorn would be great." Bulma nodded and ran into the kitchen. "Thank you!" Krillin called after her. "Did she say she was going to be here?" Vegeta asked. He enjoyed being around her because she was so pretty. "She said she may." So Vegeta and Krillin sat down with a couple of beers.
18 was sitting in the forest by the 7 dragonballs she had gathered over the last 26 years. It was just by chance she had found them all--and she only wanted two wishes. #1-she wanted to resurrect Rehmon, the handsome Saiyan who had died 26 years before at the hands of a poisen. #2-She wanted to get rid of a problem Rehmon had had. Every time he went Super Saiayn, he had an affro. She wanted to get rid of that. But then she thought--a third wish would be nice. She wanted to wish for him not to be evil this time. 18 had all her wishes figured out, so she called the dragon.
"HA! Strait flush." Vegeta said, placing a hand of cards down on the table. "Beat that!" he started pulling the pile of thousands of dollars in wages toward him. Bulma clapped. "Nice job, Veggie!" Vegeta smiled. "Wait!" Krillin said. "Not so fast." Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "What?" He asked. "ROYAL flush." Krillin said. He scooted the pile of money toward HIMSELF. "Oh no." Said Vegeta. Bulma kicked the ground. "Darn it, Vegeta." She said. Vegeta shrugged.
Just then, the door opened with a deafening bang. "Bra! What possesed you to slam the door like that?" Vegeta said. Bra stormed into the kitchen, wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt. "Goten!" She said. "That B*st*rd!" Bulma ran over to see what was wrong with Bra. "Oh, Honey, did you two break up?" Bra nodded, and tears strated spilling out of her lids. "Yes, Mama! We did! We had just finished laying eachother when the phone rang!" Bra stoppped talking for a wee second, to take a gulp of air. "I answered it, much to his objections and before I could say anything to the person on the other line, they said,'Hello Goten you sexy sexy man who lays me every night." Bra burst into sobs. "Funny how they would be that elaborate when you hadn't said anything yet.' Vegeta said. Bra made a noise. "Well she didn't say exactly that but you could tell she was thinking it!" Vegeta rolled his eyes and fumbled with his cards. "Bra, did it ever cross your little mind it might have been a cousin?" Bra just made a horrible screeching sound and went up to her room. "Vegeta, sometimes, when you try to help...." Bulma said. Vegeta shrugged. "Sit down, Bulma." Bulma sat down. "Let's finish this d*mn game so I can go to bed.'
*DING DONG* "I guess 18 made it after all!" Bulma said. "That's great! More guests." Vegeta smiled. "Oh yes, how wonderful." He took a drink of beer. He sniffed. "Does 18 smoke?" He asked Krillin, while Bulma was still on her way to the door. "Becayse I smell cigeratte smoke." Krillin shook his head. "No, she doesn't smoke. She hates even the smell of it." Vegeta sniffed again. "I could have sworn I smelt it." He leaned back in his chair, and kicked up the stand. He listened as Bulma swept the door open. "Why hello, 18! He heard her say. "Who's that guy behind--" He heard a thump."BULMA?" He yelled,and ran to the door. He saw Bulma was laying on the floor fainted. He didn't even notice the man at the door, he threw his cigeratte out. "Why hello, Vegeta." Said the familier man's voice. Vegeta slowly looked up from his ailing wife into the face of--REHMON! THE SAIYAN IN THE PHOTO ALBUM!!!Vegeta jumped back and screamed. "You-Your dead!" He held out his arms. "You..." He fired up a ki blast. "I've been training! We're equally matched in stregth now! You better watch it! Get out of here now!" 18 stepped up. "Stop it, now. He's not evil anymore, Vegeta. I wished him not evil." Vegeta gasped. "You wished this guy BACK? 18, what were you thinking! Now I just have to kill him all over again!!" Krillin was gaping at the scene.
"Is that Bulma?" Asked Rehmon. He was just as handsome as ever. He was tall, and very muscular. His hair looked pretty normal except for two spikes that stuck up in the front and two spiky bangs. He had a long tail that had a bell tied to the end of it. He wore a white muscle shirt and jeans with a belt. He leant over to see Bulma. "Get away from her!" Said Vegeta, firing a ki blast inches away from his head. "I know what you did to my wife last time! You'll never touych her as long as you live, which isn't gonna be much longer!" Bulma was coming around. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at Vegeta. "Hello." She said to Vegeta. "Did I see who I thought I did?" She looked past Vegeta and at Rehmon. "So it IS you?" She scrambled up the Curtains. "NO!" She said. "KILL HIM, VEGETA!" Bulma grasped on to the curtains like a cat and hung there. "I don't want you to love me anymore!" She sobbed at Rehmon. He ran a hand through his hair and looked up at her. "Relax. I'm not interested in you anymore. Your way older than me now! I'm only 23!" Bulma sniffled. "Remember Trunks?"Rehmon's face brightened. "The baby?" Bulma nodded. "Yeah. He was ababy when you last saw him."
"We have got to get rid of Rehmon now or he could decide to blow up the world again over his....Affro thingy!" Rehmon shook his head. "18 wished that away. And she wished me not evil; it's impossible for me to be evil. Plus, I'd be pretty stupid to be evil around guys who have the power to destroy me." Vegeta realized that he had a point there. Bulma was slowly climbing down. "So that's it? I get a little older and you don't love me anymore?" Rehmon placed a finger on his forehead. "A little older, a little wrinklier--and, you let me die. Oh, and you poisened me. It's hard to love someone who did those things to you, hm?" There was silence in the room for a while. "But not to worry. I've put all that behind me now and I just wanna be friends." Vegeta slumped on the couch. "I'll be watching you, Rehmon. One wrong move and I'll kill you." Rehmon laughed. "Can't we all just get along?" Krillin asked. Everyone stared at him, and he backed off.
"So this is Trunks now?" Rehmon asked when Trunks stepped out. Now a handsome young man, compared to the angry looking baby Rehmon had last seen. "How are ya, Trunks?" He asked him. "Who the hell are you?" Trunks asked. Rehmon's mouth hung open. "I'm....I'm a....the guy who tried to destroy the world when you were a baby. Remember me?" Bulma laughed. "Oh, I don't think we've ever told him about you....You see, we wanted him to have a GOOD life, and..." Rehmon looked at the ground. "Vegeta wanted to know if you'd care to meet the girl now?" Krillin said. Vegeta was trying to keep from talking to Rehmon so he woulden't become friends with him or anything. Rehmon's eyes widened. You two--had a little girl??" Bulma nodded. "She can be quite terrible and unpleasant to be around, though. For your sake, I hope she's in a good mood." Vegeta made a face. She just got dumped, remember? Of course she's not going to be in high spirits." She must not be too nice looking if she just got dumped. I'd better brace myself.Rehmon thought. "BRAAA!!" Bulma yelled. "Come on down and meet our guest!" From up in her room, Vegeta heard Bra say, "NO!"
"COME DOWN HERE NOW OR NO MORE FOOD FOR YOU!" Bulma yelled. Bra sighed and Rehmon heard clumps come down the stairs. Then he saw her. at first, he thought it was Bulma. It looked just like she had when she was young! This girl was doused in makeup in just the right places and a slutty outfit that woulden't quit! She was beautiful beyond compare! Rehmon got horny from the meer sight of her. "WOW." He said. "WOW WOW WOW." Bra looked around, not seeing anyone. "Alright. Who do you want me to meet?" Krillin shoved Rehmon behind a curtain. "Okay, Bra, we'd like you to meet....Rehmon!" He said, and pulled the curtain aside. Bra just stared. Her jaw dropped.
"Hi." Rehmon said. He held out his hand. He was a little timid around girls this beautiful. Bra stared at his hand. This guy was gorgeus! The man in the photo album! He was so handsome Bra wanted to lay this guy many a times. "Hello." Bra said. "I'm Bra." Rehmon grinned. "I'm Rehmon." Bra smiled, making Rehmon even more horny. "Aren't you who tried to blow up the world?" Bra asked. Rehmon nodded. "Yep. That's me. But I'm good now." Everyone was staring at the two. They all didn't realize what was going on, but Vegeta did. He knew Rehmon was horny by both the look on his face and the bulge in his pants. "Alright, Bra, maybe you should go back up to your room now. We woulden't want you to bother the--um--guest." Rehmon shook his head. "Oh, no, she's no bother at all." He looked her up and down a couple of times. Vegeta would do anything to get them to stop. "Okay......How about you guys start...TALKING and less looking?" He shooed Bra onto the couch and put a blanket over her. Then he sat by her so there was so room to sit next to her. Bra scowled at Vegeta and stood up. She sat down on the couh in the middle, and Rehmon came and sat by her. "I'm 16." She said. "How old are you?" Rehmon smiled. "I just turned 23." Bra was thiking in her mind,Only seven years! That's not too much! Trunks was sitting on the other side of Rehmon. He and Bra started chatting about things.
Later that night, Bra went into her room. She coulden't beleive that she had just met a guy that gorgeous. She had just wanted to jump in bed with that man and screw him. "I forgot to ask for a phone number." She said to herself. Then she flopped backwards on the bed to daydream about him, or since it was nighttime, maybe have a sexual fantasy.(HEE HEE)"I wonder if he likes me.." She said. "And he's a Saiyan....and he's so strong." She hugged herself, but was interrupted by a knock at the door. She swung it open to find a grim faced Vegeta. "Hello, Papa. Come in!" Bra danced over to her bed. "What is it, by the way?" He sat down on the bed, groaning and setting down his crutches.
"It's that evil peice of sh*t you seem to come over." Bra made a face at his choice of words. "He's not an evil peice of sh*t and I don't come over him. He's just soooo....soo handsome." Vegeta scoffed. "You may not come over him but he almost did over you in that slutty outfit." Bra slitted her eyes. "Not this again." She said.
The next day, Goku and Chi Chi had invited everybody to their house for some sort of barbecue. Bulma and Vegeta were busy getting dressed and all ready, which meant that Bulma was trying to sew Vegeta into another pair of pants. "Don't poke me!" Vegeta said. "Watch out!" Bulma got angry and poked Veggie on purpose. "YOW!" He screamed as a dot of blood appeared on his black spandex. "Thanks alot! Those stains will never come out!" Bulma shrugged and continued sewing. "I don't see why u have to dress so tight for a BBQ!" Vegeta didn't answer.
"What are you wearing?" He said after a while. "I'm wearing my old dress." She said. Vegeta looked over her head at the dress on the bed which was very short and very low cut. "Bulma, dear.....don't you think your a little....um....OLD to wear that dress?" Bulma looked at Vegeta like she was terribly offended and stabbed him 3 times with the needle in his thigh. "OW OW OW!!" Vegeta yowled, clapping his hand to the spot. "I didn't say you WERE old, I just said you were too old to wear that dress!" Bulma threw the needle aside. "I'm finished. And NO, I don't think I'm too old to wear that dress." Bulma took the dress into the bathroom. "I'll just go see what the kids are wearing then." Vegeta said. He walked out of the room, his legs making a terrible creaking noise because they were so tight. They were 2 sizes too small.
He opened the door to Trunks' room, who had a book open and was studying for an exam. His room was mostly all black, except for the photos of half naked women littering the walls and a lava lamp. HIS cat had mange. "Hello, Trunks." Said Vegeta, stepping into the room. It smelled like cigeratte smoke, but Trunks was an adult so there was nothing Vegeta could do about it. "Try smoking outside." Vegeta said. "What are you going to wear to the thingy?" Trunks turned around. "What thingy?" He asked. He really seemed puzzled about it. "The BBQ we've been talking about the last week....remember that?" Trunks nodded slowly. "Am I supposed to GO or something?" Vegeta started to get frustrated. "YES. That's why I came and asked you what you were going to wear." Trunks shrugged. "I don't wanna go. I might drive over there later." "YES, YOU ARE!" Vegeta went into Trunks' closet and grabbed a pair of overalls and a polo shirt. "Look! These are nice and sophisticated." Trunks looked in horror at the choice of clothes his dad picked out. "No way am I wearing that! I'll look like a farmer! get out of my room!" Vegeta shook his head. "No. Wear those, or wear that old teddy bear shirt you have." "That woulden't fit! Now GET OUT!" Vegeta shook his head. "No. I love being in here. And since it's MY HOUSE, You can't tell me what to do." Trunks screamed and ki blasted Vegeta right out the door. Vegeta just layed on the floor and blinked.
Next, Vegeta went to Bra's room to try and see what she was going to wear, and hopefully change it. He knocked on the door. "Are you naked?" He called in there. "NO." Bra called back. Vegeta opened the door and stepped in. "YES YOU ARE!" He screamed. "No I'm not. I have clothes on." But the clothes barely covered her....parts. "Bra! That was too small seven years ago! Get that off!" Bra went into her closet. "Fine." She said. "It was uncomfortable anyway." Vegeta heard her fumbling around in her closet. "Okay dad! What about this one?" She stepped out. It was a short leather skirt that had a slit up the side and a shirt that didn't cover her stomach at all. Plus she had on those stripper boots.
"What the-- You look like my favorite lap dancer back when I was still evil! Get that off!" Bra shook her head. "No way. I like this." She walked out past Vegeta to go brush her hair and put on earrings. Vegeta followed her into the bathroom. "Did you hear what I just said?" Bra nodded. "I sure did. But I'm choosing not to acknowledge it." She put on some eyeshadow. Vegeta made a series of noises and walked out. Bulma was in the other bathroom fixing her hair because the bathroom in their bedroom was wet from Vegeta's shower that morning. "Did you see what she was wearing?" Vegeta asked. Bulma looked across the hall at Bra. "JESUS BRA! Get that off!" She yelled. "NO!" Bra yelled back. Bulma just shrugged and went back to her makeup. "Don't u care?" Vegeta asked. Bulma nodded. "I told her to get it off, didn't I?" Vegeta coulden't beleive what she was saying. "Fine. I just won't say anything anymore." Bulma liked that idea.
"Hello Vegeta, Bulma, Trunks, Bra! How are you guys?" Goku said when they got to his house. "Do you want some punch? There's lot's of punch!" Vegeta shook his head. Uub was on a trip in France. "I want some punch." Bra said. Vegeta shook his head. "No. You know Piccolo put alchohal in the punch." Bra pouted. "Who's all here yet?" Goku counted on his fingers. "Well, there's Yamcha....and there's me....and Chi Chi and Goten and Gohan and Videl and Pan and that's all yet." He ran over to get some pizza. "D*mn. Rehmon's not here." Bra said. "Where's that guy livin' at?" Vegeta asked. "He sure as hell can't live with us, right Bulma?" Bulma noddded. "Yes...but I'm going to give him some money to rent an apartment. He needs somewhere to live besides Krillin and 18's small house, and they already have a daughter." Vegeta's jaw dropped. "Give him some money? Listen, Bulma, just because you slept with him doesn't mean that u have to give him money for an apartment!"
Bulma didn't answer Vegeta but she went over to talk to Chi Chi. Bra noticed someone very familier. GOTEN! He walked over to her. "Hello, Bra. I see you don't have a date. Well that's awfully funny, because I do. It's funny to see you alone because you acused me of cheating on you." Bra snarled. "Yes, I did. That lady on the phone--remember her?" Goten waved Bra off. "She was a distant relative. Too bad you didn't stick with me because your never going to find anybody else. Your too much of a spoiled B*tch." He walked off smugly with some blond gal on his arm. "I am not a spoiled b*tch." Bra said. "And I'm much more attractive than that blond whore he had on his arm." Bra sat down at a table and sulked. She was enjoying sulking when Vegeta ran up. "Bra!" He said. She looked at him. "What do you want, Papa..?" She asked. "Um, I just wanted to tell you Rehmon's about to be here." Bra's eyes got big. "Really? YAY!" She jumped. "But Bra, there's one other thing.....if I find out that snake put one hand on you....your rear, your face, even your hand--I'll KILL him. Understand?" Bra laughed. "Sure. Whatever u say." She walked past Vegeta in her slutty outfit.
"Hello Rehmon!" Bra said, walking up to him. Rehmon whistled. She looked soooo hot in the slutty outfit to him. He was immediatly horny again. "Thanks." Bra said. "Come on. I'll introduce you to all the people here." Rehmon looked a little nervous. "Gee, I don't know....I can be a little shy sometimes. And I DID try to blow up the world once, remember?" Bra shrugged. "People around here know how to forgive and forget." But Rehmon wasn't so sure. "First of all, you need to stop wearing clothes like that." Bra said. "They make you look too....greaser. The jeans, the white shirt, the black hair--but that's okay. Come over to my house tonight after the barbecue and I'll fix you right up." Rehmon cocked his head. "But Bra, I like the way I look." Bra ignored Rehmon and drug him over to Gohan and Videl. "Hey guys! Meet--" Suddenly, Gohan was up like a flash climbing a nearby tree. "Your dead!" Gohan sputtered. "I was there when you died! Bulma poisened you! A ghost! AHHHH!" Gohan screamed and cried. "Gohan?" Rehmon asked. "You were nothing but 9 years of age when I saw you last! How ya doing?" Gohan tremebled. "You tried to destroy the world, remember? Get away from me!" Rehmon was very sad. "See, these people will never accept me." Rehmon said. But the next thing he knew, Videl was shaking his hand. "Hiya, handsome. I'm Videl." Rehmon smiled to be polite, even though this woman wasn't very pretty.
"Stop sexually harrasing Rehmon!" Bra said. She jerked him away. "What a b*tch." She added. Rehmon was silent. "Over there's Goku and Chi Chi.....Goku was dead when you were here last, and I don't think you met Chi Chi." Rehmon walked over to Chi Chi, whom he thought looked a little like a man, and Goku, who looked carefree and happy. "Hello!" Goku said. "I don't think we've met before! It's mighty rude to show up at someone's BBQ if they don't know ya, but hey, your cool! So what's your name?" Rehmon gulped, already nervous. "I'm Rehmon." "No last name? Just Rehmon?" Asked Goku. Rehmon nodded. He was so nervous to be around people stronger than him that he lit a cigeratte and took a puff. "Uh oh!" Goku said. "That's a doozy! You see, we don't smoke around here." He plucked the cigeratte out of Rehmon's mouth and stomped on it. Rehmon was apphauled. "But that's....mine.." He said sadly. Goku shrugged.
Bra was explaining to Rehmon that sometimes their friends could be a little clannish, but that they would accept him in time whenever all the sudden Goten walked over with the blonde gal on his arm again. "Why hello, Bra." He said. "Do you still not have a date? Because this guy right here is way too good looking to like YOU." Bra began to cry. "Well I--I just--" Goten laughed. "That's what I thought. You ARE to ugly to get a date." Then he turned to Rehmon. "So who are you, buddy? Her teacher?" Rehmon growled. "Matter of fact--He winked at Bra--I am her date!" Rehmon could tell that Goten wasn't as strong as he was. So he decided to PRETEND to be Bra's date, even if he wasn't. "Her date who is pure Saiayn and if you don't leave her alone will blast your head off." Suddenly vegeta let out a wail. "HE IS NOOOOOTT!" he said. He began bouncing and ripping out hair. "Calm down, Veggie." Said Bulma, patting him on the back. he screamed like a bull. Air escaped from between his teeth.
"You didn't tell us he was pure Saiyan!" Yamcha said, shaking his hand. Rehmon nodded. "Yep, I am." Goten was long gone by now, so he could tell the truth. "And I'm not her date. I just said that so he would leave her alone." Bra hung her head. vegeta ran over. "Yeah! Dat's it! Pretended to be her date!" He was grinning ear to ear. "I'm just glad you weren't REALLY her date--because I'm ALSO a pure Saiyan and I don't like that." Rehmon gulped. "Sure, Mr. Vegeta." Vegeta laughed. "It's alright. We're still on a first name basis." He was acting all nice, but when everyone turned around, vegeta slashed a finger across his throat and gave an evil look to Rehmon. Rehmon gulped. "I think I outta go." Rehmon said. "Nobody here accepts me.." Bulma grabbed his shoulder. "You don't have to leave, Rehmon. They'll accept you! I promise!" he may not have loved Bulma anymore but sex sure sounded nice. Rehmon walked away. "I'll come back in about a week--if Vegeta doesn't care." Vegeta eyed Rehmon.
"Don't go!" Bra said. "We still have to fix your clothes and everything!" Rehmon smiled. "I'll come to you guy's house tonight at about 8:00." Rehmon walked over to a motorcycle propped against a tree. It was a brand-new Harley. "Krillin and 18 gave me the money to buy this." "Oh! That reminds me!" Bulma said. She pulled out a whole was of bills. "Here's some money to rent an apartment. Get yourself a job and then you can keep it. That's enough to get you on your feet." Rehmon shook his head. "No! I coulden't take your money!" Bulma shoved it in his pocket. "You can, and you will." Rehmon smiled. "Thanks alot!" He waved at Bra, and she thought he was so sexy she almost fainted. "Bye, you guys!" He rode off on the motorcycle.
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