Grandpa Vegeta
I don't own DBZ or any of the prologue or sequel. I wish I did. Idea came to me in my Biology class.
He still felt young which was a good thing at times especially when it came to working out. The prince was noticing a few grey hairs in his hair and mustache. He grew it back when Bra moved out for college.
Bulma, she was a different story. Since she didn't have any Saiyan blood in her, she was like Chichi. They were both aging faster then their husbands. Currently, Goku was still MIA.
Then it all hit at once to him. Grand kids from Trunks and Bra.
"Vegeta, they're coming over." Bulma announced after looking at the two emails that their children left. Hearing that familiar 'hn' from her husband as he lounged in his chair, she walked away.
'Great, I'm doomed', he thought as he grabbed the paper and hid it before they came. Somehow they developed a grudge against the innocent paper that he read every day.
Then the door burst open with the mixture of black, blue and lavender haired children. All of which tackled Vegeta in his chair.
"Grandpa! Teach us how to fly. Mommy, Daddy and/or Uncle, Aunt won't show us!" They demanded, showing some of his attitude toward him.
"Don't call me that!" He hollered, standing up and falling to the ground from the lack of legs that were taken hostage by the Grand kids.
"Dad, I told you to get rid of that once. It makes you look like a geek." Bra blurted out once she caught sight of the facial hair.
"You don't live here so," Vegeta responded with a tongue being stuck out. Kakarot was rubbing onto him or it was from the fusion against Omega Shenron.
"Curses." Bra muttered. Walking away from Trunks as he helped their father up from the Grand kids, she went to carry on a conversation with their mother.
"Grandpa please!" They burst out in unison.
"Don't call me that for a second time!" He hollered back.
"Why?" Trunks inquired, staring at his slowly aging father.
"It makes me feel old." Vegeta revealed with a bow of his head.
I hope it was funny. Please review.