Those Infernal Mood Swings! - Chapter Two: Disgraceful Names and Pink Bunny Suits
A/N: DAAAAMN! I didn't expect to get so many reviews so fast! I got out of the shower and came back to check reviews and POUF. Lotsa reviews. Anyways, I suppose I'd best get on with it. But please DO review this chapter, too. :: Big stupid cheesy grin type thing. ::
By the way, I know the chapters seem a bit short, but I'm trying to lengthen them as I go. Bear with me.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own DBZ or any part therein. But a girl can dream, right..?
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Vegeta stood under the steady stream of hot water in the shower, letting it run down all over his toned and muscular form. His head tilted back and his eyes locked onto the ceiling, and he wondered to himself if they would be permanently bugged out from the shock of the news he had received that morning.
Trunks had completely LOVED the idea of a baby sister, jumping around like some kind of total idiot, and Bulma just stood there with arms folded and a grin over her face. Of course, Vegeta had missed all of this, being unconscious in his bed of eggs..
"This is utterly ridiculous! So the onna's having a female child. What's the difference..?"
Vegeta knew these were basically just empty words of condolence, uttered to no one but the ceiling tiles that he stared at. But he KNEW the difference. While he'd only have to deal with legos, training injuries, girls, cars, and late-night parties (which he was absolutely sure he could control) with Trunks, there'd be stuffed animals and makeup and crying and hairspray and boyfriends and that monthly thing (in which women all avoided men like the plague) with a girl.
Then, he remembered.
His eyes narrowed, and he nodded to himself as if it were some closing statement before turning off the shower and stepping out, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his waist. Not even bothering to dry off, he stalked downstairs and into the living room.
"WOMAN! Come he-Dear GOD!"
His eyes bugged for what seemed the umpteenth time that day, and his jaw dropped to the point where it was almost numb. Standing in the living room with a big grin on her face was Bulma, and in front of her was Trunks. Normal enough, right..?
If you didn't count the fact that he was wearing a little pink bunny costume, ears drooping over his face and tail fluffered up in back. Trunks stared helplessly at his father, eyes teary and wide, while Bulma turned to Vegeta, opening her mouth to ask what he thought.
"Doesn't he look absowutewy pweshus?!" She beamed, clapping her hands like some kind of a fruitcake and wiping away a nonexistant tear.
Vegeta's left eye twitched, the other bugging so far it nearly sagged onto his cheek.
"What...the..HELL..have you done to my poor son..?!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, both of the ears on the costume Trunks wore flying back and his eyes going wide. Bulma blinked, her chipper demeanor vanishing and her lower lip sticking out and trembling. Vegeta knew what this meant..
Tears spilled over her cheeks and her eyes got big and puffy, her hands clasping in front of her. She sniffed and spoke softly.
"Gee, Vegeta.. I was only trying to make you happy... He just looked so...cute.." With the last word she began to wail, and Vegeta and Trunks both had to clap their hands over their ears to keep their eardrums from bursting.
"ENOUGH!" He yelled over her sobbing and whining, opening one eye in time to see her chew on her lower lip and stare at him like some kind of a hurt puppy. He blinked curiously, never knowing the onna to be like this.. Normally, she would have chewed his head off....
Deciding that this would be the perfect opportunity to bring up what had been bothering him in the first place, he cleared his throat and lifted his chin, folding his arms over his chest.
"Now, woman," he began, glancing down his nose at her," I heard you mention a name for our... daughter.. earlier." He cocked a brow as he waited for a response, and upon seeing a nod from her, he continued.
"I'm just going to be blunt with you: I REFUSE to name my daughter after a variety of women's underwear! It's a disgrace to the saiyan race!"
With each word uttered, Bulma's unhappy disposition seemed to only get unhappier. But in a different way. Her eyes glinted and for a moment, Vegeta sweared they turned red. Her fists clenched at her sides and her nostrils flared, and she leaned forward glaring knives and daggers at Vegeta. Meanwhile, Trunks casually scooted away from his mother, toward the couch, and once he was out of reach, he leapt behind it, peering over the side.
Bulma stalked forward, and pushed her face in close to Vegeta's, leaving him blinking.
"You listen here, buster! I have to CARRY this child around for nine WHOLE MONTHS in my stomach! I have to deal with morning sickness, labor pains, and then at the end of nine months, do you know what happens?!"
Vegeta was silent.
"I SAID DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS?!"
Vegeta grimaced slightly, and shook his head.
"I get to pass the baby through my-"
Trunks gasped, and Bulma blinked, as though snapping out of some kind of daze. She opened her mouth as if to say something, and Vegeta opened one eye, blinking at her. For a moment, everyone was quiet, staring stupidly at each other, before the silence was interrupted by a whine from Trunks.
"Mom, I'm hungry.." Apparently, he was unphased by all the yelling. Bulma, obviously having forgotten that she was even yelling in the first place, grabbed his hand and dragged him out the front door, kicking and struggling and still clad in pink bunny suit, while Vegeta followed after and stood on the front doorstep in his towel.
Bulma took hold of Trunks's arms on the way to the air car and tried to get him to do a 'bunny dance', but he leapt into the car and hid in the back before she could get much out of him. As they drove off, Vegeta just stared, letting what had just happened sink in.
Suddenly, Bulma came back in the aircar, driving in reverse and nearly bowling down a little old lady that was shuffling down the sidewalk. She stopped in front of the house, opened the glove compartment, pulled out a breathmint, and tossed it at Vegeta.
"You really need one of those..!"
She grinned before driving off again, and, right after the mint had bounced off his forehead, Vegeta accidentally dropped his towel, making the little old lady faint.
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That was a little weird.. o__o;
Anyways, please review and tell me what you thought! Reviews = next chapter.
A/N: DAAAAMN! I didn't expect to get so many reviews so fast! I got out of the shower and came back to check reviews and POUF. Lotsa reviews. Anyways, I suppose I'd best get on with it. But please DO review this chapter, too. :: Big stupid cheesy grin type thing. ::
By the way, I know the chapters seem a bit short, but I'm trying to lengthen them as I go. Bear with me.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own DBZ or any part therein. But a girl can dream, right..?
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Vegeta stood under the steady stream of hot water in the shower, letting it run down all over his toned and muscular form. His head tilted back and his eyes locked onto the ceiling, and he wondered to himself if they would be permanently bugged out from the shock of the news he had received that morning.
Trunks had completely LOVED the idea of a baby sister, jumping around like some kind of total idiot, and Bulma just stood there with arms folded and a grin over her face. Of course, Vegeta had missed all of this, being unconscious in his bed of eggs..
"This is utterly ridiculous! So the onna's having a female child. What's the difference..?"
Vegeta knew these were basically just empty words of condolence, uttered to no one but the ceiling tiles that he stared at. But he KNEW the difference. While he'd only have to deal with legos, training injuries, girls, cars, and late-night parties (which he was absolutely sure he could control) with Trunks, there'd be stuffed animals and makeup and crying and hairspray and boyfriends and that monthly thing (in which women all avoided men like the plague) with a girl.
Then, he remembered.
His eyes narrowed, and he nodded to himself as if it were some closing statement before turning off the shower and stepping out, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his waist. Not even bothering to dry off, he stalked downstairs and into the living room.
"WOMAN! Come he-Dear GOD!"
His eyes bugged for what seemed the umpteenth time that day, and his jaw dropped to the point where it was almost numb. Standing in the living room with a big grin on her face was Bulma, and in front of her was Trunks. Normal enough, right..?
If you didn't count the fact that he was wearing a little pink bunny costume, ears drooping over his face and tail fluffered up in back. Trunks stared helplessly at his father, eyes teary and wide, while Bulma turned to Vegeta, opening her mouth to ask what he thought.
"Doesn't he look absowutewy pweshus?!" She beamed, clapping her hands like some kind of a fruitcake and wiping away a nonexistant tear.
Vegeta's left eye twitched, the other bugging so far it nearly sagged onto his cheek.
"What...the..HELL..have you done to my poor son..?!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, both of the ears on the costume Trunks wore flying back and his eyes going wide. Bulma blinked, her chipper demeanor vanishing and her lower lip sticking out and trembling. Vegeta knew what this meant..
Tears spilled over her cheeks and her eyes got big and puffy, her hands clasping in front of her. She sniffed and spoke softly.
"Gee, Vegeta.. I was only trying to make you happy... He just looked so...cute.." With the last word she began to wail, and Vegeta and Trunks both had to clap their hands over their ears to keep their eardrums from bursting.
"ENOUGH!" He yelled over her sobbing and whining, opening one eye in time to see her chew on her lower lip and stare at him like some kind of a hurt puppy. He blinked curiously, never knowing the onna to be like this.. Normally, she would have chewed his head off....
Deciding that this would be the perfect opportunity to bring up what had been bothering him in the first place, he cleared his throat and lifted his chin, folding his arms over his chest.
"Now, woman," he began, glancing down his nose at her," I heard you mention a name for our... daughter.. earlier." He cocked a brow as he waited for a response, and upon seeing a nod from her, he continued.
"I'm just going to be blunt with you: I REFUSE to name my daughter after a variety of women's underwear! It's a disgrace to the saiyan race!"
With each word uttered, Bulma's unhappy disposition seemed to only get unhappier. But in a different way. Her eyes glinted and for a moment, Vegeta sweared they turned red. Her fists clenched at her sides and her nostrils flared, and she leaned forward glaring knives and daggers at Vegeta. Meanwhile, Trunks casually scooted away from his mother, toward the couch, and once he was out of reach, he leapt behind it, peering over the side.
Bulma stalked forward, and pushed her face in close to Vegeta's, leaving him blinking.
"You listen here, buster! I have to CARRY this child around for nine WHOLE MONTHS in my stomach! I have to deal with morning sickness, labor pains, and then at the end of nine months, do you know what happens?!"
Vegeta was silent.
"I SAID DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS?!"
Vegeta grimaced slightly, and shook his head.
"I get to pass the baby through my-"
Trunks gasped, and Bulma blinked, as though snapping out of some kind of daze. She opened her mouth as if to say something, and Vegeta opened one eye, blinking at her. For a moment, everyone was quiet, staring stupidly at each other, before the silence was interrupted by a whine from Trunks.
"Mom, I'm hungry.." Apparently, he was unphased by all the yelling. Bulma, obviously having forgotten that she was even yelling in the first place, grabbed his hand and dragged him out the front door, kicking and struggling and still clad in pink bunny suit, while Vegeta followed after and stood on the front doorstep in his towel.
Bulma took hold of Trunks's arms on the way to the air car and tried to get him to do a 'bunny dance', but he leapt into the car and hid in the back before she could get much out of him. As they drove off, Vegeta just stared, letting what had just happened sink in.
Suddenly, Bulma came back in the aircar, driving in reverse and nearly bowling down a little old lady that was shuffling down the sidewalk. She stopped in front of the house, opened the glove compartment, pulled out a breathmint, and tossed it at Vegeta.
"You really need one of those..!"
She grinned before driving off again, and, right after the mint had bounced off his forehead, Vegeta accidentally dropped his towel, making the little old lady faint.
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That was a little weird.. o__o;
Anyways, please review and tell me what you thought! Reviews = next chapter.