Author's Notes: Happy birthday to me! It's my birthday and I can't sleep so I decided to add on. The story is nearing an end. If I don't cut my chapters short there should only be about three left. But at least I'm following it through to the end… I can't say the same for my other stories (oh the poor saps who got on the bandwagon for Schizophrenic Conversations have to wait so long for such pathetic chapters). I will finish this by July, I'm sure though. Don't hold it against me if I don't though. I may make a fan mix to accompany this story when I finish the last chapter and then post a link along with the last chapter. If any of you readers would be interested in hearing something like that, let me know and I'll put it on my to-do list to start working on!
"You are the most stubborn man on the face of the planet," Bulma growled as she bandaged her prince's head. She's been following him around Capsule Corporation for a good part of the day, so this talk would work in her favor. She was tired of dealing with the consequences of Bra's prying so it needed to get out of the way as soon as possible. Bulma needed to get Vegeta to open up as soon as possible.
"You had the patience to pursue me for four hours, so I'd guess you're just as stubborn, woman," Vegeta rolled his eyes.
"I pursued you for four hours because we need to talk," she turned his face towards her so he was looking up into her eyes while she stood in front of his seat on the bed. "Not because I enjoy nursing your wounds."
"Then talk," Vegeta scoffed, lightly slapping her hand away from his cheek.
"Your daughter is out of control," Bulma crossed her arms now as she popped her hip out slightly to accompany her attitude.
"She's my daughter when she's doing something you don't like, I've noticed," her significant other mused.
"And she's mine whenever she wears a revealing shirt," Bulma simply replied.
"What's your point?"
"This game of Clue you're playing with Bra is absolutely insane. It needs to end. I'm tired of watching her and you go back and forth because of it. Today with the GR is an example of her not handling this maturely," Bulma huffed, "She got impatient and decided to hack into the GR instead of wait for you. Which is not okay." Vegeta didn't look like his opinion was changing so Bulma tried another angle. "I'm also really tired of the questions she's giving me."
Vegeta's head tilted ever-so-slightly to the side. "Questions she's giving you?"
"You didn't know?" Bulma then laughed abruptly. "'Geta, she's got about a hundred questions for me after every one question she has for you. If she can't stand to wait another day, she comes to ME."
Bulma didn't know what she had been expecting to get as a reaction but the amused smirk on Vegeta's face hadn't been at the forefront of the list.
"Don't smile like you're proud of her!" she shrieked.
"She could be bugging me, but she's obviously smart enough to know not to do that," Vegeta shrugged.
"I'm. About. To. Put. Her. Head. Through. The. Wall." With every pause Bulma lightly flicked her husband's forehead.
She got into a firm standing position- her hands on her hips as she stared down at him. "I want you to sit Bra down and tell her everything, Vegeta."
His arrogance disappeared and the Saiyan's mouth dropped open.
"What?"
"She's going to find it all out eventually. One question a day?" she scoffed, "Are you prolonging the uncomfortable memories as much as freaking possible? Just be a man and get over it. Holy crap." The heiress rolled her eyes dramatically.
"Get over it!" Vegeta barked, standing up suddenly so Bulma had to back-track a few steps. "Get over my life on Frieza's ship? Get over the destruction of my race and planet? Get over the fact that Kakarott will always be strong-"
"Oh, do NOT start up with that again!" Bulma lifted her finger and pointed it at his face.
"Don't point at me like I'm a child!" Vegeta slapped it away.
"Then how about you cowboy up and stop acting like a child!"
"You've been handed everything all your life! I don't expect you to understand my life!"
"Honestly, Vegeta, I thought you were over this self-loathing emotional crap," Bulma snarled, crossing her arms as she glared into his eyes.
The Saiyan-elite glowered right back, "And here I thought you had grown sympathetic to me."
"After a while, it gets really old, 'Geta," she frankly informed him.
"Then I apologize for my sulking, I'll man up right away," Vegeta scowled at her sarcastically.
"I don't care what you do, as long as while you're doing it you're thinking of a good way to plop your daughter down and give her a nice long talk," she flashed a smiled at him.
He simply growled out the gem of, "I'll figure something out. Alone. Because you're obviously no help with this."
"Nope. Now get to it, baby," the blue-haired genius chimed, slapping his shoulder in a 'good luck' fashion.
Vegeta glared over his shoulder at her the entire walk out of the room.
Bra was surprised to say the least when her father walked straight into her room and sat down on her bed.
"Turn off that brain-washing Earth television. We are going to talk," Vegeta snarled at her.
Needless to say, MTV was immediately turned off.
The young teenager turned slightly on the bed and she sat criss-crossed like a traditional native-american. "What is it, Daddy? Is it about the GR? I'm super super super super sorry about that I was just wanting to talk to you-"
"The GR was my fault for letting this draw out. We're getting everything out now."
The blue-haired hybrid stared at him in surprise.
"What?"
"We're going to answer all the questions in one single sitting, Bra."
"OH MY GOD THAT'S GREAT-" her squealing was silenced by her father's hand reaching out and covering her mouth.
"Stop that racket or I'll leave," he growled.
Bra was practically rocking back and forth at this rate as she beamed at her father.
He sighed and cringed internally.
"… Alright. What's the first question, Bra?"
