Vegeta Jr.
A/N: Sadly I don't own DBZ nor DBZ GT nor DBS…..LIFE SUCKS! Oooooh wait please enjoy!
CHAPTER 2: Vegeta Sr. POV
I have many regets in my life, but there are few things I don't: staying on earth, marrying my mate Bulma, having two wonderful children whom I'm proud to call my own and my Grandson Junior even if he wasn't planed by his father.
I still remember the day my Grandson was born: even if I would never admit it I was nervous as hell I believe I was worse off than my son Trunks. Unbelievably the mother disappeared without even looking at her son: I must admit that in the beginning I wasn't the best parent, but she is even worse than I was. Later Trunks came to me and more or less shove my grandson in my arms; I remember looking at him surprised: he smiled at me and told me to look at my Grandson. I remember as clear as yesterday looking down at the baby in my arms and gasping my chest filling with pride: he was a mini me he even had a tail and was frowning up to me. I asked Trunks his name and he simply said: Vegeta Briefs Jr. at that moment Junior grabbed one of my fingers with more straight that Trunks or Bra as babies and I started laughing and cooing at my grandson…..
To these days my family and friends (yes after all I made friends with Kakarrot and Piccolo) don't stop making fun of my weak spot for my Grandson, but it doesn't matter he is my prince, pride and joy these days. My children are starting their own lives. Trunks is the president of C.C. and Bra is in college so I only have my little prince to keep me busy most of the days.
Today I'm not training with my Grandson instead I'm helping my wife out in the lab, some of you might think I could have done this sooner, but I couldn't: Bulma was the brains and I the brute force. It was just how we worked at that moment. But I'm not stupid I understand everything she does here down in here lab: after all I was taught much more advanced science by Bardock as a child and would have been King of Vegetasei once upon a time….
Even now I only help her out a little once in a while: even if I could build some of her experiments if I wanted, but I don't. It doesn't matter to me anymore that I won't train today: Kakarrot and me are more or less on the same level and today is Trunks and Juniors special day and Jr. wanted to spar with his father: this amuses me because it is usually Trunks who needs medical attention after their sparing matches. Maybe Bulma and Trunks where right and Jr. was too young to be trained by Wiss and Bills, but in my defense it seemed a good idea at the moment (And Kakarrot agreed whole heartily….that should have been my first clue: third class idiot. He hasn't inherited his father's intelligent neither his mother's). He is powerful: more than I and Kakarrot together, but this only prides me.
I'm working on taking some kind of old motor out of an air plane when the phone rings: and because I'm pretty happy where I am I come to an easy decision.
"Woman the phone is ringing." I call to Bulma who is working on the other end of the lab, due to my superior senses I can hear her frustrated groan: after all these years of marriage I still have it! I thought happily.
"Vegeta! How many times do I have to remind you I have a name!" She yelled back, but I was already prepared and had my hands over my ears. That's all she heard? I asked myself in disbelieve. "And you are closer to the phone: go and get it." She told me.
"Woman you know I won't." I simply informed her continuing with my task.
Bulma walks past me glaring at me while I grin proudly and she takes the phone: I block the conversation out as I continue with my motor. I really don't understand why I'm not allowed to simply break it out of this piece of chunk. After all it's just the motor my wife wants and it's an old air plane. I hear my wife end the call. Sometimes I don't even understand why I do as she asks and not just my way.
"Who called?" I ask lazily.
"Milk: she wanted to inform us that she and her family will be here for lunch." She answered happily.
"Seriously? Today?" I asked and she nodded and I wanted to roll my eyes. "Tell me wife why am I here helping you and not training in my Gravity Chamber with Junior?" I asked her.
"Because you wanted to spend some time with me?" She asked innocently.
"Where is our son today?" Her eyes widened comically at this.
"Oh oh." She answered realizing what I meant.
"Exactly: there is no way I'm telling them." I told her before turning back to my work suddenly 'someone' poked my side. "What?" I asked.
"Please?" She pleaded giving me puppy dog eyes.
"No way in hell woman you got yourself into this mess." I answered her.
"I hate you." She told me before leaving the lab probably to interrupt our boys special time.
"I know you don't." I said to the nothing before ending my work.
DBZ/DBZ/DBZ/DBZ….
After getting that old motor out of the plane I showered myself fast and changed into more fitting clothes. I ended wearing a pair of black jeans, a red T-Shirt and black fingerless gloves. My Grandson was right when he told me those fingerless gloves where better than normal ones, it's easier to use my Big Bang Attack this way. I put some black with red booths on and headed to the garden: the usual reunion place.
I don't hate having lunch Son family any longer, but I hate that they had to come today. Well Jr. will show them how 'happy' he is to see them. He hates Kakarrot even more than I did….at last it looks like that.
I sit down on a chair and close my eyes relaxing myself before hell breaks loose. I sense Trunks Ki coming close and hear him grabbing the chair next to mine before signing deeply.
"How is Jr.?" I ask him not opening an eye even if I already know how my little prince is right now: dangerous.
"What do you think dad?" He asks back knowing fully well how Jr. is at these times and I can hear that he too hates that their day was interrupted. "He is showering himself and then changing into something….who knows what. And he isn't happy anyone can see that." He finally answered.
"Don't worry he knows it isn't your fault." I assured my son.
"I know, but…." Trunks was interrupted by the Son family arriving with Piccolo in tow as always.
"Hey Guys!" Said Kakarrot ignoring that his lights will be knocked out soon by my grandson if Jr.'s past actions where something to go by.
"Kakarrot, Piccolo, the Sons." I answered nodding at the whole family.
"Hello Mr. Vegeta." Came the answer from: Pan, Gohan and Goten.
"We will be with Bulma in the kitchen." Said the women while Piccolo only nodded back to me.
I closed my eyes again ignoring the conversations around me. I can feel how Gohan, Kakarrot and Piccolo are siting together at another table. While Pan and Goten sit on my table to talk with Trunks about everything and nothing: Goten even asked about Jr. This is no surprise: the half-blood is his godfather after all.
Soon I feel Juniors Ki entering the garden and I open my eyes to see my grandson: he is wearing black jeans, a white T-Shirt, black booths and his gloves; but I can tell by the sharp movements of his tail that he is anything, but happy. Sure the electric bolds coming off his body are also a death give away: now I have to wait who is the poor sod that pushes him over the edge. Wait I don't have too it's the same fool every time…..
"Hey Geta!" Said Kakarrot coming closer to him with a smile on his face: first error NOBODY calls Junior Geta or even VJ as is common here on earth. "I feel you have been training: you are much stronger than last time. And I saw you win the tournament: how do you feel about that?" Asked the clown once he was close enough to touch Junior. By this moment everyone is looking at the two of them fearing for Kakarrot's fate….
Juniors only answer is hitting Kakarrot in the gut with his elbow: knocking him effectively out. Most of the 'people' present sweat-drop anime stile: even the women who were working in the kitchen. I don't know if they sweat-drop because Kakarrot is that stupid or because they hadn't been expecting Juniors reaction while laugh out aloud. The Sons go and check on Kakarrot while Jr. just walks smirking away without the electricy following him. But Trunks soon gathers his wits.
"Junior!" He calls after the boy and his son looks at him: face blank, but tail asking what? "Why did you do that?" He asked pointing at Kakarrot who is waking up.
"He called me Geta! And would shut up: he is just a babbling fool!" Answered my Grandson making me laugh even more, my son glares at me not that I care: it's his responsibility to raise the little one.
Before Trunks could say or do something he would surly reget. Goten put a hand on his shoulder smiling a little and calming him down…a little.
"Relax Trunks: by now dad should know what he can and can't do around Jr. Don't blame him for being the way he is." Said Goten surprising most of us: when did the boy get wise? I ask myself.
"Goten is right Trunks: sorry Junior." Said kakarrot rubbing his head with a thousand watt smile causing Jr. to roll his eyes before he keeps walking toward a tree and sits down under it.
"You are right." Answered Trunks sitting down again.
"Thanks Uncle Goten!" Called Junior. "Kakkarot."
"No problem champ: do you wanna spar after lunch?" Asked the suddenly mature godfather.
"Hnnh" Answers my boy nodding making me proud.
I decide to give my grandson some company and fly over to him and I'm not the only one it seems that a centrain Namekian had the same idea. In the end everyone continues with their conversations while the three of us meditate. But I can clearly hear my son ask Goten something funny.
"Hey Goten?"
"Yeah."
"Since when are you the mature one?" Everyone except our little group laughed at the question.
"Well having such a special godson I had to mature."
A/N: Hope you liked it…..please leave a review. Next Chapter will be lunch and afterwards.
