FOURTEEN
"Hmm, hmm hmm, hmm hmm, hm-hmm," Dr. Briefs hummed as he walked down the hall. He was in a good mood because his company was doing so well. He waltzed into the kitchen to find his wife alone and the room in shatters. "What the . . .?" he asked, quite confused. He turned around to see that there was a huge hole in both the ceiling and one of the walls.
"What happened in here?" he demanded angrily. (What, like you wouldn't be?)
"Dunno, dear. I found it this way," Mrs. Briefs commented in her usual sunny tone. She handed him a cup of coffee.
He took a sip, and almost spit it out. It was way too strong. Now if only that was the worst thing to happen to him that day . . .
He took another look around the room. Great. Just great. First my coffee, then my kitchen . . .what next, my whole house? "Is Bulma up yet?" he asked his wife. "I have a meeting this morning, and she's supposed to be there."
Mrs. Briefs shook her head. "No, I don't think so. Why don't you go in and check on her?"
The man turned around, back towards the hall. At least the hall's still in one piece, he thought angrily. He stopped at Bulma's closed door. He knocked softly. "Bulma? Are you in there, dear?"
He waited for an answer, but all he heard was silence. "Bulma?" he asked again, as he opened the door. He took one look at the bed and almost screamed. His whole body was frozen, his face a mixture of horror and shock, as he gazed upon the sleeping figures of Bulma and Vegeta, held close in each other's arms.
Dr. Briefs stood rigid for a few minutes, blinking, trying to see if he was imagining all this. He wasn't.
"BULMA!" he yelled her name as loud as he could. At the sound of his scream, both Bulma and Vegeta woke with a start.
"What the . . .DAD!" Bulma yelped, covering herself with the blankets. "What are you doing in here?!" She couldn't help blushing with embarrassment, even though she was completely clothed.
"I could ask him the same question!" Dr. Briefs snapped as he pointed at Vegeta, who was just sitting there, neutral.
"DAD! We were just SLEEPING! Kami, what are you so mad about?" she sounded pissed. Vegeta eyed her cautiously as she clenched her fists in rage.
"Just sleeping? Just sleeping with an alien murderer!" her father sounded pissed, too. He shook his finger at Vegeta angrily. "What the hell were you thinking, sleeping with a thing like that?"
Vegeta raised one eyebrow and made a face. I'll 'thing' you, old man! he thought bitterly.
"DAD!" Bulma yelled again. She gave out an exasperated sigh. She turned to face Vegeta and mouthed the words 'Can I tell him?'. Vegeta sighed angrily, but nodded.
"All right," she murmured to him. She turned to face her father and the doorway. "Dad, there's something I have to tell you and Mom. Could you two go in the living room? I'll be right out."
Dr. Briefs grunted, but went to go and find his wife. This better be important, dammit. And it'd better not be some shit about her loving that monkey.
Bulma waited until her father had disappeared down the hall to let out the breath she had been holding. "Oh, Kami," she breathed. She was going to do it. She was going to tell her parents. Her whole body relaxed, and she felt like the weight that was on her chest was going to be off soon. Everything would be perfect.
She was brought out of her daydream when Vegeta touched her shoulder. She turned to face him, and he held her chin in his hand. Slowly, he pulled her face up to his and kissed her, deeply.
At first she was surprised, but it felt so right, she gave in to the moment and returned his kiss passionately. They held their kiss for what felt like only a few seconds, but Vegeta released her lips after a short while. Bulma was disappointed that their kiss couldn't've lasted forever, but she knew she had to tell her parents, so she got up and got dressed.
She couldn't decide what to wear, but she finally settled on a dark pink spaghetti strap tank top and a pair of khaki shorts. They were loose, and ended at mid-thigh. She decided to wear her hair up, in an afro, and put on her favorite pair of gold-hoop earrings. There, she thought. Perfect. She looked into the mirror and saw that Vegeta was behind her. He, too, had dressed, only he was in his Saiyan Armor.
He walked up to her, and she spun the chair around so she was facing him. He gave her a nod, and she understood what he was trying to say: it was time.
Bulma and Vegeta entered the living room at the same time. He immediately walked off into the darkest corner of the room, where he stood erect, arms crossed, face expressionless. Bulma stood in front of the couch her parents were sitting on.
Thanks a lot, Vegeta. She gave him the Evil Eye before returning her attention to her parents. She smiled, trying not to show her fear or embarrassment.
"Mom, Dad, there's something I have to tell you," she began. Dr. Briefs gave her a 'this-better-be-good' look, and Mrs. Briefs gave her a questioning smile. Bulma gave a little laugh, trying to stay calm and focused. She took a deep breath, then gave them the biggest smile she could manage. "I'm going to have a baby," she looked at them and smiled again.
"Ooh, that's wonderful dear!" her mother squealed. Bulma felt relieved. They're not mad! Hmmm . . .that was easier than I thought. "I didn't know you and Yamcha were back together!"
As soon as she heard her mother say that, Bulma felt sick. "Yamcha? That bastard? Hell no! He attacked me yesterday!" Bulma's voice had taken a defensive tone.
Mrs. Briefs was genuinely surprised. She sat there for a moment, thinking that over, a shocked look about her.
"If Yamcha's not the father," Dr. Briefs began slowly, "then . . .who is?" Even though he asked the question, he was scared of the answer.
Bulma let out her breath in a huff, and gave Vegeta a quick, pleading look. The Saiyan Prince smirked and walked over to her. He grinned wickedly as he stood next to her. The color in her father's face drained.
"Vegeta," Bulma replied happily.
This was too much for Dr. Briefs to handle. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?! HAVING A CHILD WITH THAT . . .THAT . . .DEMON!" He jumped up off the couch, his face red with rage. "AND YOU!" He pointed his finger at Vegeta in a very accusing manner. "YOU BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU SLEEP WITH MY DAUGHTER!"
"Dad, it wasn't like that . . ." Bulma began, but Dr. Briefs interrupted her.
"I WANT YOU OUT OF MY HOUSE! NOW!" He pointed angrily at the door, his face scarlet, breathing hard. Mrs. Briefs' face showed her horror and surprise. She liked Vegeta.
Bulma's lower lip began to tremble and tears started welling up in her eyes. "Daddy!" She ran off down the hall crying her eyes out. Vegeta merely raised one eyebrow at the old man and hovered after her.
Dr. Briefs stayed where he was, finger still out, shaking with rage. That bastard! I don't know how he did it, but he tricked my daughter into having sex with him. GRRRRR . . . cheap bastard. After all we've done for him! We've given him a house to live in, food to eat, a gravity room to train in, and how does he repay us? He gets my daughter pregnant!
Mrs. Briefs had finally gotten over her shock and was horrified at what her husband had done. For some reason, she liked Vegeta. She made a face at the doctor before heading off to Bulma's room to comfort her, tsking the whole way. Tsk, tsk. It's a real shame. I like that Vegeta fella; he's saved Bulma before.
Doc Briefs watched his wife get up and head into the hall, and he followed her. He was still steamed, but at least his face was back to normal.
By the time he caught up with Mrs. Briefs she was standing outside of Bulma's room, her head peaking inside.
"Dearest?" he wondered out loud.
"SHHH!" She looked at him and put her finger up to her lips. Then she made the 'come-here' sign with her hand. The confused man obeyed, walking up behind her and peaking inside the room as well. Boy, was he shocked at what he saw . . .
"Hmm, hmm hmm, hmm hmm, hm-hmm," Dr. Briefs hummed as he walked down the hall. He was in a good mood because his company was doing so well. He waltzed into the kitchen to find his wife alone and the room in shatters. "What the . . .?" he asked, quite confused. He turned around to see that there was a huge hole in both the ceiling and one of the walls.
"What happened in here?" he demanded angrily. (What, like you wouldn't be?)
"Dunno, dear. I found it this way," Mrs. Briefs commented in her usual sunny tone. She handed him a cup of coffee.
He took a sip, and almost spit it out. It was way too strong. Now if only that was the worst thing to happen to him that day . . .
He took another look around the room. Great. Just great. First my coffee, then my kitchen . . .what next, my whole house? "Is Bulma up yet?" he asked his wife. "I have a meeting this morning, and she's supposed to be there."
Mrs. Briefs shook her head. "No, I don't think so. Why don't you go in and check on her?"
The man turned around, back towards the hall. At least the hall's still in one piece, he thought angrily. He stopped at Bulma's closed door. He knocked softly. "Bulma? Are you in there, dear?"
He waited for an answer, but all he heard was silence. "Bulma?" he asked again, as he opened the door. He took one look at the bed and almost screamed. His whole body was frozen, his face a mixture of horror and shock, as he gazed upon the sleeping figures of Bulma and Vegeta, held close in each other's arms.
Dr. Briefs stood rigid for a few minutes, blinking, trying to see if he was imagining all this. He wasn't.
"BULMA!" he yelled her name as loud as he could. At the sound of his scream, both Bulma and Vegeta woke with a start.
"What the . . .DAD!" Bulma yelped, covering herself with the blankets. "What are you doing in here?!" She couldn't help blushing with embarrassment, even though she was completely clothed.
"I could ask him the same question!" Dr. Briefs snapped as he pointed at Vegeta, who was just sitting there, neutral.
"DAD! We were just SLEEPING! Kami, what are you so mad about?" she sounded pissed. Vegeta eyed her cautiously as she clenched her fists in rage.
"Just sleeping? Just sleeping with an alien murderer!" her father sounded pissed, too. He shook his finger at Vegeta angrily. "What the hell were you thinking, sleeping with a thing like that?"
Vegeta raised one eyebrow and made a face. I'll 'thing' you, old man! he thought bitterly.
"DAD!" Bulma yelled again. She gave out an exasperated sigh. She turned to face Vegeta and mouthed the words 'Can I tell him?'. Vegeta sighed angrily, but nodded.
"All right," she murmured to him. She turned to face her father and the doorway. "Dad, there's something I have to tell you and Mom. Could you two go in the living room? I'll be right out."
Dr. Briefs grunted, but went to go and find his wife. This better be important, dammit. And it'd better not be some shit about her loving that monkey.
Bulma waited until her father had disappeared down the hall to let out the breath she had been holding. "Oh, Kami," she breathed. She was going to do it. She was going to tell her parents. Her whole body relaxed, and she felt like the weight that was on her chest was going to be off soon. Everything would be perfect.
She was brought out of her daydream when Vegeta touched her shoulder. She turned to face him, and he held her chin in his hand. Slowly, he pulled her face up to his and kissed her, deeply.
At first she was surprised, but it felt so right, she gave in to the moment and returned his kiss passionately. They held their kiss for what felt like only a few seconds, but Vegeta released her lips after a short while. Bulma was disappointed that their kiss couldn't've lasted forever, but she knew she had to tell her parents, so she got up and got dressed.
She couldn't decide what to wear, but she finally settled on a dark pink spaghetti strap tank top and a pair of khaki shorts. They were loose, and ended at mid-thigh. She decided to wear her hair up, in an afro, and put on her favorite pair of gold-hoop earrings. There, she thought. Perfect. She looked into the mirror and saw that Vegeta was behind her. He, too, had dressed, only he was in his Saiyan Armor.
He walked up to her, and she spun the chair around so she was facing him. He gave her a nod, and she understood what he was trying to say: it was time.
Bulma and Vegeta entered the living room at the same time. He immediately walked off into the darkest corner of the room, where he stood erect, arms crossed, face expressionless. Bulma stood in front of the couch her parents were sitting on.
Thanks a lot, Vegeta. She gave him the Evil Eye before returning her attention to her parents. She smiled, trying not to show her fear or embarrassment.
"Mom, Dad, there's something I have to tell you," she began. Dr. Briefs gave her a 'this-better-be-good' look, and Mrs. Briefs gave her a questioning smile. Bulma gave a little laugh, trying to stay calm and focused. She took a deep breath, then gave them the biggest smile she could manage. "I'm going to have a baby," she looked at them and smiled again.
"Ooh, that's wonderful dear!" her mother squealed. Bulma felt relieved. They're not mad! Hmmm . . .that was easier than I thought. "I didn't know you and Yamcha were back together!"
As soon as she heard her mother say that, Bulma felt sick. "Yamcha? That bastard? Hell no! He attacked me yesterday!" Bulma's voice had taken a defensive tone.
Mrs. Briefs was genuinely surprised. She sat there for a moment, thinking that over, a shocked look about her.
"If Yamcha's not the father," Dr. Briefs began slowly, "then . . .who is?" Even though he asked the question, he was scared of the answer.
Bulma let out her breath in a huff, and gave Vegeta a quick, pleading look. The Saiyan Prince smirked and walked over to her. He grinned wickedly as he stood next to her. The color in her father's face drained.
"Vegeta," Bulma replied happily.
This was too much for Dr. Briefs to handle. "WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?! HAVING A CHILD WITH THAT . . .THAT . . .DEMON!" He jumped up off the couch, his face red with rage. "AND YOU!" He pointed his finger at Vegeta in a very accusing manner. "YOU BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU SLEEP WITH MY DAUGHTER!"
"Dad, it wasn't like that . . ." Bulma began, but Dr. Briefs interrupted her.
"I WANT YOU OUT OF MY HOUSE! NOW!" He pointed angrily at the door, his face scarlet, breathing hard. Mrs. Briefs' face showed her horror and surprise. She liked Vegeta.
Bulma's lower lip began to tremble and tears started welling up in her eyes. "Daddy!" She ran off down the hall crying her eyes out. Vegeta merely raised one eyebrow at the old man and hovered after her.
Dr. Briefs stayed where he was, finger still out, shaking with rage. That bastard! I don't know how he did it, but he tricked my daughter into having sex with him. GRRRRR . . . cheap bastard. After all we've done for him! We've given him a house to live in, food to eat, a gravity room to train in, and how does he repay us? He gets my daughter pregnant!
Mrs. Briefs had finally gotten over her shock and was horrified at what her husband had done. For some reason, she liked Vegeta. She made a face at the doctor before heading off to Bulma's room to comfort her, tsking the whole way. Tsk, tsk. It's a real shame. I like that Vegeta fella; he's saved Bulma before.
Doc Briefs watched his wife get up and head into the hall, and he followed her. He was still steamed, but at least his face was back to normal.
By the time he caught up with Mrs. Briefs she was standing outside of Bulma's room, her head peaking inside.
"Dearest?" he wondered out loud.
"SHHH!" She looked at him and put her finger up to her lips. Then she made the 'come-here' sign with her hand. The confused man obeyed, walking up behind her and peaking inside the room as well. Boy, was he shocked at what he saw . . .