"Brats! Come here!" Vegeta's voice said as he headed out the door. Trunks and the younger version of himself moved to follow their dad out the front door. "Not you," Vegeta growled. "My other brats," he said, indicating Jenny and Catie.
Catie and Jenny exchanged bewildered looks and followed Vegeta outside.
"What did we do now?" Catie whispered to Jenny.
Jenny shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. "I haven't called him Veggie-head in months," she answered in a whisper.
"Do you think he realized we broke the gravity machine before we left Japan?"
"He couldn't have. We'd have heard about it by now."
"Maybe he's screwing with us. Ya know, making us sweat it out?" Catie whispered as they followed Vegeta across the lawn.
"That's not like him," Jenny answered, "he likes to go in for the kill. He doesn't play with his food."
Catie bit her lip, walking slowly and casting a nervous glance at Vegeta's back as he continued to walk. "Maybe he's mad about the laundry."
"The laundry?"
"I threw my red bra in with his whites," she whispered.
"Why the hell did you do that?" Jenny hissed.
"He ate the last honey bun," Catie muttered.
"Oh for crying out loud!" Jenny said quietly, through clenched teeth. "So he has pink underwear?"
Catie nodded, her head down like a kid who'd been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
"That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard," Jenny chastised.
"Or, it could be . . ."
"Oh, god, there's more?!"
"Those pictures."
"What pictures?!"
"The ones I photoshopped."
Jenny looked petrified. "You what?"
"Well, see, I kind'a took his head . . ."
"You didn't . . ."
"And put it on a donkey . . ."
"Catie! You can't do that!"
"Yeah, I can," Catie said earnestly. "I'm getting really good with photoshop. The blending is really good. You can't even tell . . ."
"That's not what I meant!" Jenny cried wildly, her voice still in a whisper.
Vegeta had stopped walking and the girls nearly walked smack into him. The girls stood nervously, neither meeting Vegeta's black eyes.
"I've decided to take up training with you again," Vegeta said in a serious tone.
"Huh?" both girls asked in unison, looking up at him.
"After the attack on Kakkarot's girl, I've decided you both need more training," he said.
"O-Okay," Jenny stammered.
"Jenny can't do that," Catie argued.
"And why not?" Vegeta demanded.
"She's pregnant!" Catie pointed out. "And still in her first trimester. She could lose the baby!"
"That is the Namek's child, is it not?"
"Yes," Jenny answered, placing a protective hand over her stomach.
"It will survive. Training starts tomorrow morning. Meet me here at 6 a.m." Without another word, Vegeta strode passed them, back towards the house.
They stood rooted to the spot, watching him. When he was out of earshot, Jenny turned to Catie and cried, "You are so lucky!"
Catie cowered as Jenny began to slap every inch of Catie that she could reach. "Stop! Ow! Get off!"
"Don't – you – ever – do – something – like – that – again!"
Catie ran away, giggling like mad and sprinted for the house. "Just wait until he finds the tiara with the words 'Princess Veggie-head' glued to it in the bottom of his suitcase!"
