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One of those days in DBGT

Vegeta had a wonderful start to the day as a metal makeup box connected with his head, awaking him from a lovely dream about ridiculing Goku for something or another, (what was it oh wait yeah marring that frightful woman Chi-Chi) to find his Wife's silhouette over-casting him with haunting red eyes. He found himself leaping into a fighting stance just for defensive purposes, now feeling the full effect of the lump growing on his temple. Even Bulma's breathing sounded angry, as the prince surveyed his surroundings for an easily accessible exit, unsuccessfully. He tensed in fear. Then a shrill familiarly annoying voice came to his aid; "It takes two to Tango my dear." It was followed by a cheeky girlie giggle as Mrs Brief's entered the doorway with a big smile, winking at Vegeta as she stopped next to her daughter. Forgetting the immediate danger he was in, he shuddered and dropped his stance, looking questionably at his dare he say mother-in-law. To only have her smile become a grin. "I haven't got that far yet mother." Bulma declared notioning the door with her head in small bobbing movements. "Not you!" Vegeta stopped in his tracks, inches from his get away, he was so glad Goku lived to far away so as not to witness any of his humiliation, that he suffered at the expense of this blue haired woman. "Oh my Kami, don't let me stop you deary in fact, I've baked cookies for us to eat while you tell him." A large tray appeared from behind her back on outstretched arms and Bulma slapped her forehead. Vegeta was scooting around Mrs Briefs looking high and low as to where she could have produced such a large dish from (and full of food too) , and after receiving a slap from his wife as he innocently looked under her skirt he realised this too was an unsuccessful search like the exit.
With a red hand print to go with the lump, he looked up to meet his wife's eyes, her very teary eyes. Now upon deduction of the fact that she was breathing heavily, her fists and teeth were clenched and her temper so far, they were not tears of joy. With a large intake of air he crossed his arms and changed his face to its usual façade of attitude and pride with a hint of don't mess, and decided to find out what the HFIL was going on. "Okay what the HFIL is going on?" "What's going on, what's is going on! I tell you what's going on, you've done it again, you'd have thought you'd learnt the first 2 times but no, not Mister I'm the prince of muscle brained morons!." Vegeta raised an eyebrow at this comment but also at the fact his wife had once again gone of at a tangent and he didn't have the foggiest what about. What had he done 2 times before that upset her? Hey wait he'd died twice before, but the first time she didn't care and.and the fact he was still breathing put that idea out of commission. During this moment of thought Bulma had stopped to see her husband's face had changed to one of deep thought, that lit up occasionally but then went back to one of confusion as he realised that idea wasn't the right answer. His face lit up again but this time changed to one of fear as he began to blurt out. "Look! I tried to bury this one so as the kids won't see and I did hope they wouldn't notice with so many other cats rooming around the place, but you see the car was." He stopped mid sentence as Mrs Briefs shrieked in realisation and Bulma just stared dumbfounded. Shook herself and growled "I'm pregnant" Vegeta let a sigh of relief that gladly escape his lips, as he ran his sleeve over his forehead to mop up the newly formed sweat. Then it sunk in. A series of flashbacks from Bulma's pregnancy with Bra washed over mind; the continual talk of her suffering, her paranoia over the fact she looked fat, the mood swings for which even to this day he still can't get life insurance for, but most of all the fact his food would constantly disappear. Blackness overwhelmed him as he went stiff and remembered falling like an ironing board backwards.

He awoke to find Trunks standing over him with an empty jug, his head he slowly realised was in Mrs Briefs lap.screaming and jumping to his feet, his fingers forming a cross in her direction, he heard a small voice and It wasn't one of the usual ones they were more sadist than this one. "You okay Dad?" The full blooded saiyain slowly addressed the room he was in and panic engulfed him. No, he couldn't have, he wouldn't have, he'd never faint, not at anything well at least not in front of anyone. "Dad? Da-ad? Are you okay? I mean mum did hit you hard with that frying pan, I mean I heard it all the way in the." At this point Vegeta looked at his son droning on and shook his head, he was just like his mother, then again so was Bra but in looks also. Paranoia now set in. If there was to be a third one he'd be surrounded by freaky coloured-haired people, I mean there isn't even one bit of their hair that stands even half way up. The clown's children's did but his didn't. Stupid third class idiot. He began to look stroppy when he remember his predicament (mainly because Bulma had made her presence known). How could he deal with both her pregnancy and another brat. What if this one had green hair! Or worse what if it came out and looked just like that annoying blonde haired banshee, what's her names Bugs or something, the woman's mother, he'd been told looks could skip a generation in humans! He clenched his teeth together as fear made itself know again, he took a couple of steps back so as to retrieve his balance. And another chatty bag of bones was not what he needed round here. Trunks stared blankly at his father whom now had a large piece of paper with the word "Will" printed in large letters across the top and was writing so fast it caught fire. "what do I get dad?" "Bra gets all my Earthly possessions, but you my son get to hold the title of the new Prince of the almighty Saiyains" "Aw man how comes she gets something worth while! She was always the favourite!" After arguing the value and importance of what he was undeservingly receiving (whilst blowing out the flames) and how he came to the conclusion Bra was the favourite when he disliked both of them equally, as all good parents should, he realised how ungrateful a son he had. Too much time spent with his mother that's the trouble, she didn't know how lucky she was either. His eyes all of a sudden shone and began to widen (only slightly) with excitement as he closed his mouth and as Bulma realised he'd formed a plan of action. The paper had now disintegrated in his hand. "What are you thinking Vegeta?" (She tried to sound stern bless her, but inside her nerves were screaming danger.) Vegeta mean while had snapped out of his gleeful trance and put on his trademark smirk (which he had copyrighted 7 years ago when Trunks got more of a reaction from it than he did). He left the room leaving Bulma and Trunks fearfully staring at one another. In a cloud of dust they proceed to find he had locked himself in the training room and through the glass they observed the fact that he was scribbling a lot slower this time on a scrap of paper with one hand while the other proceed to do press ups. Hey why waste precious time on one thing when you can get two things done at once. An evil smile set on his face similar to the one on Namek all them years ago, and then a Blood curdling scream echoed around the halls of capsule corp.

What plan devious plan has Vegeta hatched? I personally thinks its quite obvious why ask? What's to become of the pregnant Bulma? What happened to that plate full of cookies? Find out next time on Dragonball GT

To Be Continued.

Don't you hate those three words as I myself find them really really annoying.