AiM 10…*thinks hard* What am I gonna write?!?! Eep! Guess it's time to reread the last chapter…*sigh* I guess I've put this off long enough…so sorry.
All in Me
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Chapter 10: Big Brother
"Hey Ghosty Dad! Where'd you go?" The boy looks around frantically for that evil pink shirt that Bulma put on me, but is unable to see it. Ha. Like I'm stupid enough now to keep that thing on. Fashionable my butt. I smack him lightly upside the head at the use of this new nickname…only the deranged mind of an eight year old could come up with such a thing.
He's intelligent enough to know not to say "ouch" as it only earns him another blow until he can keep his mouth shut. I survived it as a child, and so can he. Of course I don't strike him hard enough to break bones (it doesn't help you a bit, I know), he just doesn't need that amount of emotional control on this planet. Not displaying such a weakness as pain is essential to a warrior, and that's what he'll be. Instead he sticks out his lower lip in a pout, rubbing the back of his head. I know that didn't hurt him, he's just trying to establish where I am by making me hit him again. Growing bored with the game, I float out of the room, willing myself through a wall into the kitchen.
"Tell Trunks that he'd better get his rear into gear and into that training room and do his workout." I relay to Bulma who was watching us from the kitchen table. She shakes her head as I sit beside her.
"I think that he's pretty worn out already, 'Geta, look at him." She pauses while our son shuffles wearily into the kitchen to get some water, his eyes still wary of an attack.
"Game over Trunks, I think your father won, but only by cheating," she glares meaningfully at my shirtless self, her glare turning to an appraising gaze directed at my naked upper torso.
"See something you like?" I purr into her ear, her face turning red as she looks away from me even while she rests her hand on my thigh. Laying my own hand on her leg, I stroke the inside of her thigh suggestively. "I think you do," I murmur into her ear, my lips softly brushing her skin. Carefully I shift my hand to lay on her lower abdomen, feeling the slight outward curve that cannot be detected through her baggy shirt. "You need to tell him now," I urge, letting my head rest on her shoulder. She kisses my temple and lays a hand over my own as she turns to face Trunks.
"Trunks hun, why don't you come sit with us for a minute." He blinks at her,"Us?…Oh, okay." Taking a seat across from me, he continues sipping at his water, the soft 'clunk' of ice against plastic the only sound in the room.
"Do you want to be like Gohan?" Bulma questions, breaking the silence. I look at her in confusion, and nearly speak before she silences me with a finger against my lips. Trunks just stares at her.
"In what way? I mean, I'd like to be as powerful, but I don't want to be a total geek." Stifling a chuckle she explains her question.
"I meant, do you want to be a big brother like he is?"
"Why? Are you pregnant?"
"Well, someone is perceptive today."
"Just make sure it's a girl. I already know what it's like to have a little brother, cuz I see the way that Gohan is with Goten. I think a sister would be more interesting."
"I think that can be arranged." I blink once after her last statement, and open my eyes to find myself back inside her body. Oh well, I can stand this for a little while. That went well. She nods her agreement and sends Trunks off to the shower.
I want to eat something…anything. But…I don't need to eat anything. I'm not hungry, really.
She chuckles softly. "A Saiyajin's worst nightmare…unable to eat! Oh no! Whatever shall we do!?" She breaks off in laughter at my protesting growl. Actually, I believe you are a Saiyajin's worst nightmare. Too loud for our more sensitive ears, and no respect for the sheer power that a person posesses.
"You forget Vegeta, that on this planet I am one of the most powerful people. Capsule Corp owns so much of the technology here, it's almost a monopoly. Like you, I am accustomed to people kow-towing before me." I mentally smirk, despite the fact that I married a woman from a race of weaklings, I at least got one that had some power, even if it's measured in different terms than I am accustomed to. Of course, that isn't really why I married her, but for now, it's the least mushy thing I can think of. And you do recall how much I hate mushy stuff, right? I thought so…
"Anyways, on to other matters. Chi-Chi wanted to throw me a baby shower, since I don't have any baby clothes, and I already got rid of all the baby furniture and well, everything. We were thinking next week?"
Why do you need people who have a lot less money than you to give you stuff you need? Isn't it a little odd?
"Of course I could just go shopping for all of it and—"
Next week sounds good. Antisocial I may be, but shopping with her is madness, as she buys everything and anything that she happens to like. Very, very time-consuming.
She laughs softly, and now I'm sure that I was just manipulated into going to a party. Wait a second…
Aren't baby showers just for women?
"I was planning on inviting Son-kun, and you two could spar, it should be an even fight now. I mean, he is a teensy bit stronger, and you're well, invisible and inaudible to other people."
No, my advantage would be too great, I'll wear some sort of clothing so I'm at least slightly visible. And I won't wear that repulsive pink shirt. I add as an afterthought. A fight with Kakarott, with the scales a bit more even sounds exciting, and my excitement bleeds over into her mind, which is swirling around preparations for her party.
She starts preparing what I assume will be soup, her hands shaking and eyes blinking rapidly. Lemme out before you die from an overactive brain, weakling.
She nods quickly, releasing a short, "Out", and I'm back beside her. Curious, I grasp a chunk of raw meat that she's cutting and pop it into my mouth. She sticks out her tongue in digust, and I grin cheekily at her, enjoying the taste of the raw flesh. I break off hacking and gasping as my body refuses to swallow the morsel and bitterly spit the half-chewed meat into the sink. "Can't…swallow," I manage to rasp out in-between coughs. She rubs my back sympathetically, cooing in that tone she uses on Trunks when he's sick.
She puts a glass of water before me, and pulls it back sheepishly when I glare witheringly at her. She covers her thoughtless move by downing the entire glass herself.
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Well, it isn't horribly long, sorry. But I felt that if I didn't get anything up soon, I would feel bad…*shuffles uncomfortably* Although no one has really bugged me about updating yet…whatever.
Wednesday baby! I's gonna be 16!! Woohoo! July 3, 1986, I , Nastassja was born. Oh happy day!
I have a really cool thing to put in Thrown Away, which, I really need to upload to ff.net. Gomen, me and my lazy ff.net hating butt! It's a conditional hate though, in some ways I hate it, others I love it. You know how it is…
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