Disclaimer:The only thing I own is the creation of this fan fic and the Moutain Dew I drank during writing this first chapter. Dragonball Z, it's locations, and characters are not mine. Any other character likenesses such and , Senior, and Macho the Dog, are strictly coincidental.
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Vegeta was doing push-ups in peace in his gravity room, nothing intense or vigorous, just simple push ups. That peace was interrupted by a repetitive sctratching at the door. He growled to himself, hoping that the annoying action would stop but the the scraping persisted. He marched to the door, tore it open, and blinked in confusion when he came face to face with thin air.
Then something fuzzy passed between his feet and darted into the gravity room. His attention whipped around to a furry ball of energy that came bounding to him after making his rounds, surveying the room. It was a small, cream colored dog and he just peed at Vegeta's feet.
"You disgusting little puke!" Vegeta snarled at the puppy.
"Is Macho in here?" Bulma asked as she poked her head inside the gravity room. Her eyes found the yellow puddle in front of Vegeta and groaned, "Oh no, Vegeta."
Vegeta stood back in horror as Bulma wiped up the dog's mess, "You mean that thing has a name?"
Bulma got off the floor and narrowed her eyes at him, "Of course he has a name, he's a dog."
"Oh right, right. Although, I did miss the part where you came to me and said 'Vegeta, we have a dog.'" Vegeta glared his ebony eyes at her as well.
"I did, smart ass, this morning before I brought him home. I told you that one of the people who worked for me had little Pomeranian puppies and gave me one as a gift." She placed her hands on her hips as if to challenge.
Vegeta thought back to that previous morning. He was busy stuffing his face with food and he remembered her talking to him but he didn't remember listening. He looked down at the short-haired fur-ball and looked back at her, "Not to stray from the subject, and I'm no dog expert, but Pomeranians have long hair, correct?"
"How observant Vegeta. It's nice to know you pay more attention to dogs than you do to me. Yes, this Pomeranian has long hair but because I won't have time for the grooming, he's shaved." Bulma picked the dog up and cradled it in her arms. She lowered her face to to the puppy and in baby-talk she cooed, "And Daddy gets to take care of you when Mommy's gone."
Vegeta looked at Bulma as if she had grown a third head. "By "Mommy" and "Daddy", you mean "Bulma" and "Vegeta"?" He demanded, pointing to himself.
"Of course, he's the new baby of the house. And you're going to have to feed him, and bathe him, and walk him, and play -" Bulma was still stuck in baby-talk mode until Vegeta interrupted her.
"That is nota baby and where the hell are you going?" Vegeta demanded.
Bulma gawked at him in disbelief, "Don't tell me you've ignored me all day! I told you everyday for the passed week I was leaving with . You know this whole big deal about Capsule Corp. and Lab Corp. combining together in East City to help provide relief for all the destruction from the last Earthquake."
"So this is just an all day thing?" Vegeta asked, kicking the dog off his shoe. He failed because the puppy thought it was a game and it just made it worse.
"Vegeta, you're unbelievable. You mean you don't remember me saying any of this? You really are a jerk, Vegeta." Bulma spun on her heel and marched away. Tears were forming in her eyes out of frustration as she trotted up the stairs.
'She's so dramatic.' Vegeta thought to himself as she left him standing there in the doorway of the gravity room with the pint-sized pup, Macho, who was pawing at his leg. Vegeta slung Macho off and sent the puppy tumbling across the hard gravity room floor. Macho stood and whimpered at Vegeta who ignored it's cries and went after Bulma. After Vegeta was so far ahead, Macho then pranced after him to their bedroom.
"So do you think you could refresh my memory of how long you'll be gone?" Vegeta asked when he reached the top of the stairs. He entered their bedroom and nearly tripped over Bulma's luggage. Judging by how many and how big the suitcases were, it seemed a little more than just 'an over-night thing'.
"At least a week. We want to address the people with the plans we have and of course I have to be there to help as well." Bulma said, stuffing things into her last suitcase.
"And who's ? He's that old, wrinklely guy, right?" Vegeta pressed. He watched her pack one of her flimsy, tiny nighties into the suitcase.
"No, this is the old, wrinkly guy's son. Mr. Yama Senior is in no condition to travel that far and work." Bulma explained as she gathered underwear and tossed them in as well. Then Vegeta snatched the nightie and the all the sexy pairs of panties out of the suitcase. "Vegeta, what on Earth are you doing with those."
"Putting them back where they belong, in ourbedroom." Vegeta spat, tossing Bulma's underwear back in their drawer.
"Vegeta, I have to have underwear, dear." Bulma went to return her panties back to her suitcase.
"Don't you have anything that's not see-through or sexy? Like, here, wear these." Vegeta selected a nude colored pair of high-waisted grandma-esq panties.
Bulma laughed, "So you're expecting me to wear this one pair of underwear all week?"
"You're going to have a washing machine right?"
Bulma laughed even harder and wrapped her arms around her Saiyan prince, "I can't stay mad at you. You're too funny. I'll be gone before you get out of bed tomorrow, so I want you to make sure that Trunks stays out of trouble and take care of Macho."
Vegeta rested his hands on her waist loosely, what he'd call 'hugging her back', and gritted his teeth just thinking about spending a week with that bothersome rodent she called a dog. But Trunks would be around and he would make him look after the dog while he trained.
Later that night
Macho laid curled in his little doggy bed as the foot of the king size Vegeta and Bulma slept on. However Bulma and Vegeta were getting a little bit busier.
Bulma giggled as Vegeta kissed her along her neck and positioned himself above her. He started out slow and soon the bed springs started creaking and Bulma couldn't silence herself and Vegeta forgot all about the dog being in the bedroom with them until, "Arf, arf, arf. Rrrrrr." Macho yapped and growled, circling the bed.
"Oh, gosh. I forgot he was in here." Bulma sat up and watched the puppy angrily orbit their bed.
"Me, too." Vegeta agreed and then he laid her back down and tried to resume their lovemaking, alas, Bulma stopped him. "You're not going to let that loud-mouthed mutt decide what goes on in here, are you?"
Bulma barked out a sarcastic laugh, "Last I checked, I decided what goes on in here."
"Ah. Ha." Vegeta returned the sarcasm.
"Vegeta, it's not a big deal and I do kind of have to get up early and get out of here. I'll be back in a week." Bulma kissed him.
"Whatever." Vegeta got back on his side of the bed and crossed him arms.
"Vegeta? You can't be thisupset." Bulma looked over at him and let out an agitated sigh and got comfortable. They both eventually fell asleep very unhappy.
The Next Morning
"Hmm." Vegeta breathed to himself. Macho let out a demanding bark by Vegeta's side. The bark tore him from his slumber and he looked down at the dog in disgust. He remembered Bulma would be gone for a whole week.
Vegeta stood up by the bed and Macho was springing in the air about two feet off the ground. Vegeta growled and trudged to the door and opened it. The spunky Pomeranian shot out of the bedroom and veered into Trunks' room where Vegeta immediatly heard his son shout. He chuckled to himself and he went downstairs.
The house was more quiet than usual with out Bulma. Maybe because she would normally be up early and making coffee. There was no food laid out yet for the two Saiyans, but there was a note on the counter under a Capsule Corp. logo mug that read;
Vegeta, Trunks & Macho,
I should see you guys in a week. There's plenty for breakfast for you guys in the fridge. You can order take out until I get back, and you're welcome Trunks. Vegeta I will call you tonight. Dog food and training pads are in the cabinet below the sink. Love, Mom.
Vegeta took in a deep breath and then a small pitter-patter came down the stairs, followed by footsteps made by Trunks. He crumpled up the note in his fist and tossed it in the trash can. This was going to be a long week.
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Author's Note:Hope it's enjoyable, tried to stay in character. Remember that this is post-Majin Buu, so his feelings toward his family have gotten slightly softer, but I still tried to keep everyone's personalities the same as best as I could. Feel free to let me know in a review if you feel I haven't captured these characters well. My feelings won't be hurt. Oh yeah, and if you liked it, a review would be nice, too. Thanks for reading! -Katy