Disclaimer: This is only for fun. I do not own Dragonball Z or any of the characters. No profit is being made from this work of fiction.
About time I actually put up a story. This is an AU story about Vegeta raising Bra. Rating may go up or down. I guess its kinda a humor story.
Raising Bra
Prologue
The glass shattered against the wall as Vegeta dodged another plate.
"You will have to do better than that woman, if you want to hit me." Vegeta listened as Bulma went through another string of colorful curses, all of them directed at him. How he loved these spats they went through. He had to be married to the most volatile female on the planet. He wasn't prepared for the next phrase to come out of her mouth though.
"Vegeta. It's over! I want a divorce."
"What!?" He was truly shocked. She couldn't mean what he thought she meant. The woman would never go through with it. A smirk appeared on his face. He knew she was bluffing. "Fine! But I want half of everything you own!" Vegeta watched with satisfaction as Bulma's posture changed. Her hand still gripping a plate lowered; he knew she wouldn't go through with it. She was too attached to him. He was in control. Just as he was mentally adding a point to his side of the scorecard; a scream of "fine" began ringing in his ears as Bulma turned and left without another word.
Vegeta sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast. He had yet to see Bulma this morning. She should be in a more rational frame of mind now that she had had a whole night to think about how much she needed him. He supposed he could stay, that is after he got a good deal of pleading and begging from her. The smirk began to appear again, but soon left when a large stack of papers fell none-too-gently next to his plate. "What's this?"
"Those are our divorce papers. I had to pull a few strings to get them this quickly, but I wanted them as soon as possible." Bulma watched with a certain amount of satisfaction as a wide range of emotions rolled over Vegeta's face. Anger, sorrow, anger, guilt, anger, and finally his jaw set as he scribbled his name on the indicated lines. She hadn't thought he would do it. Vegeta could never leave her, but now he had, or had she left him? She didn't know any more. Damn her pride to hell. It had just cost her one of the most important things she had ever had in her life.
The silence was deafening. Vegeta set the pen down on top of the stack of papers. He looked at Bulma -- a small amount of sadness in his eyes, the same sadness seemed to reflect in hers as well. It quickly disappeared. Vegeta didn't show emotions for more than a few seconds, if at all. Emotions were for the weak, for children. Only then did it seem to finally dawn on the adults. What would they tell Trunks and Bra.