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though! I invented it! Well…maybe not….
A/N—This was already a bit of an A/U but I'm making it even more of one. I just couldn't kill Goku! Who could, except those evil people in the series who claim it makes it interesting….I gots'ta have a happy ending!
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Bulma smiled happily at the scene. Everybody was there!
Hefting Chibi Trunks in her arms, Bulma began to mingle, amazed and grateful that they had all somehow survived that horrible monster's wrath.
Cell was finally gone, killed by, of all people, little Gohan! Looking at the boy sitting shyly next to Android 18, Krillin's date, Bulma could hardly believe it. She'd known Gohan since he was five years old! He certainly didn't LOOK like the most powerful being in the universe!
Someone else was staring at 18. Bulma turned to see Mirai Trunks reclining under a tree, looking warily at the android. Bulma sighed. Poor Mirai Trunks had never gotten used to the idea that the androids might have some good in them. She supposed that after what he'd been through, she couldn't blame him. She was just glad to have him back. She hadn't known how much she had come to care for this shy boy from the future. She had felt his death, and it had pierced her soul.
Shuddering, Bulma turned to look at the other one they had almost lost to the Cell Games. *Thank-goodness for the Namekian Dragonballs. I don't know what we would have done if we had lost him for good,* thought Bulma, staring in some amusement as Chi-Chi, cradling baby Goten in one arm, chased Goku away from the spread that the caterers were just starting to lay out.
*You can say that again woman,* a voice resounded in her head.
Bulma jumped a little. She still wasn't quite used to this whole 'telepathy' thing that she and Vegeta shared.
Looking at the man leaning nonchalantly against a tree, clearly separated from the festivities, Bulma cocked her head, confused, *Say what again, Vegeta?*
*What you said about Kakkarott.*
Bulma's eyes widened and she squealed in delight. A few of her guests looked at her questioningly, but for the most part they had gotten used to her and Vegeta's silent conversations. *I knew it Vegeta! I knew you liked Goku!*
Vegeta snorted. *Don't be ridiculous woman. What I meant was that if anyone kills that fool, it's going to be me.*
*Yeah, sure Veggie.*
Vegeta growled.
Bulma suddenly had an idea. An idea so wickedly wonderful, that the flashbulb that popped in over her head was clearly visible to everyone at the party. Grinning, Bulma shot an evil glance at Vegeta who ignored it. Walking up to where Mirai Trunks was still reclining against the tree, Bulma bent down to whisper something in his ear.
Trunks' face cleared of his earlier annoyance immediately. Within a few seconds he was laughing, and a few seconds after that, he got up to run into the house.
Bulma sauntered over to Vegeta. "Oh, Vegeta," she cooed.
Vegeta looked up a bit warily. He still hadn't forgotten all the incidents with the gravity room, and the damn woman was blocking their bond so he didn't have a clue as to what was on her mind. "What do you want?" he bit off, gruffly.
Bulma smiled sweetly and held the giggling baby Trunks up in front of Vegeta. "Give your son a hug Vegeta."
Vegeta glared at her. What was she trying to do? "No." Vegeta said simply, waiting to see what she had up her sleeve.
The party had stopped, and all eyes were focused on Bulma and Vegeta. Even Piccolo had stopped meditating to watch the scene unfold. Vegeta? Hug a baby—even if it WAS his own son—what was Bulma thinking?
Leaning forward, Bulma whispered something in Vegeta's ear. The whisper was so quiet that even Piccolo only caught a few words. Something about 'soap operas.'
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. Bulma almost giggled as Vegeta reached out roughly and plucked the baby from her arms. Everyone watched in astonishment as Vegeta quickly hugged his son and then tried to thrust him back at Bulma. Bulma just smiled. "Oh, no Vegeta. You've got to hold him for awhile."
Vegeta glared at Bulma. "We had a deal woman!"
"Yeah, but that was just for THAT little tidbit Vegeta. I've got a new piece of blackmail coming right up," she smiled, pointing to Mirai Trunks walking across the lawn, an evil grin on his face.
Looks of shock and confusion littered the faces of the Z-fighters and their families. Bulma was blackmailing Vegeta? With WHAT? It was well known that the man had blown up planets for goodness sake. What could be so horrible that Vegeta would want it kept a secret?
Vegeta glared at Mirai Trunks as he smirkingly handed something to Bulma, "Here you go mom," he said, shooting a huge grin in Vegeta's direction.
Vegeta was getting worried. Perhaps he should have gotten closer to Trunks when they had trained in the room of Spirit and Time. Then he might know what the boy and his demon-spawn mother were planning.
Bulma leaned forward and handed Vegeta a picture, whispering, "Don't bother to destroy it—I have copies!"
Vegeta growled at what he saw. It was a picture of—him! He was lying in his bed, cuddling with a very annoyed looking Bulma. And to make it worse, he was SMILING in the picture! He knew he was beaten. He would do anything to preserve his pride. At least anything he did now, everyone would know he didn't really mean it. They would know he was being blackmailed into it. Vegeta wasn't sure what was worse—being blackmailed, or the thing he was being blackmailed with.
Vegeta decided to deal. "Alright woman. What do you want for the picture?" he whispered quietly, still awkwardly juggling the happily squealing Chibi Trunks.
Bulma's features took on a considering look, before reverting to an expression of wicked glee. "For this picture, Vegeta, you have to…let's see…you have to hold the baby for at least half of the day, and you have to hug your son," she whispered back.
Vegeta's expression took on a look of confusion, "But I already did that," he said, forgetting to whisper, looking down at Chibi Trunks.
Everyone looked on in awe, as Bulma's smile grew even wider. What was she planning to do to the poor prince?
"Not that one," she said with a smile, then turned and pointed to the surprised Mirai Trunks, "that one!"
Vegeta almost groaned. The woman sure knew how to push his buttons. She knew how to push him just as far as he could be pushed, how to milk the most out of every piece of blackmail. Vegeta shoved Chibi Trunks into Bulma's arms, quickly stalked over to Mirai Trunks, gave the startled boy a quick hug, and then stomped back to retrieve Chibi Trunks from Bulma.
Bulma laughed gleefully at the shocked expression on Mirai Trunks' face. This was so great! But now it was time to up the ante. She wondered how Vegeta would react.
"Now," Bulma caroled, as the crowd watched on in amused astonishment, "you have to hug Piccolo!"
There was a moment of silence. "WHAT?!" Piccolo and Vegeta roared together.
While Piccolo glared, Vegeta stomped up to Bulma. "There is absolutely no piece of blackmail that could ever make me hug the Namek, Bulma," he roared, so annoyed he even slipped up and used her name.
Smiling, Bulma held out another photograph. There was a moment of silence.
"KAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRROOOOOOTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The terrible scream echoed throughout the compound. When everyone finally uncovered their ears, they saw an enraged Vegeta, panting heavily, staring daggers at the confused Goku who had somehow escaped Chi-Chi and had gotten into the food.
Goku cocked his head, "Whhaght's urp Vegggta?" Goku asked obliviously, spraying bits of cracker and cheese all over Gohan and the annoyed 18.
With an incoherent scream of rage, Vegeta threw himself at Goku, who yelped and flew into the sky.
"Come back here Kakkarott, I'm going to KILL YOU!" Vegeta screamed, blasting off after him.
"You can try, Vegeta," everyone heard Goku laugh, as the sound of their clashing fists faded off into the distance.
Doubled up on the ground Bulma rolled around breathless with laughter. Mirai Trunks, who was now holding Chibi Trunks, having had the baby tossed to him by Vegeta before he completely lost control, was also doubled up with laughter, much to the delight of his Chibi self.
For a moment everyone just watched in astonishment as Bulma giggled like mad, and Mirai Trunks doubled up over Chibi Trunks who was crowing in delight as he yanked on Mirai's hair.
Separating himself from the stunned crowd, Krillin slowly walked up to the giggling trio. Reaching down he picked up the picture that had set Vegeta off. When he saw what Vegeta was being blackmailed with, he too, was convulsed with a fit of giggles.
It was a perfect, glossy snapshot, of a sleeping Vegeta, cuddling happily with a very confused looking Goku, and across the bottom, in neat, stylish letters, it was labeled, "Vegeta's Teddybear."
***Hehe. The End. Bulma is EVIL, isn't she? I hope poor Veggie survives their marriage! If you liked this story, R&R please, even though there aren't any additional chapters coming to blackmail you with, I would really appreciate the feedback! Well, ja ne all!***
A/N—This was already a bit of an A/U but I'm making it even more of one. I just couldn't kill Goku! Who could, except those evil people in the series who claim it makes it interesting….I gots'ta have a happy ending!
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Bulma smiled happily at the scene. Everybody was there!
Hefting Chibi Trunks in her arms, Bulma began to mingle, amazed and grateful that they had all somehow survived that horrible monster's wrath.
Cell was finally gone, killed by, of all people, little Gohan! Looking at the boy sitting shyly next to Android 18, Krillin's date, Bulma could hardly believe it. She'd known Gohan since he was five years old! He certainly didn't LOOK like the most powerful being in the universe!
Someone else was staring at 18. Bulma turned to see Mirai Trunks reclining under a tree, looking warily at the android. Bulma sighed. Poor Mirai Trunks had never gotten used to the idea that the androids might have some good in them. She supposed that after what he'd been through, she couldn't blame him. She was just glad to have him back. She hadn't known how much she had come to care for this shy boy from the future. She had felt his death, and it had pierced her soul.
Shuddering, Bulma turned to look at the other one they had almost lost to the Cell Games. *Thank-goodness for the Namekian Dragonballs. I don't know what we would have done if we had lost him for good,* thought Bulma, staring in some amusement as Chi-Chi, cradling baby Goten in one arm, chased Goku away from the spread that the caterers were just starting to lay out.
*You can say that again woman,* a voice resounded in her head.
Bulma jumped a little. She still wasn't quite used to this whole 'telepathy' thing that she and Vegeta shared.
Looking at the man leaning nonchalantly against a tree, clearly separated from the festivities, Bulma cocked her head, confused, *Say what again, Vegeta?*
*What you said about Kakkarott.*
Bulma's eyes widened and she squealed in delight. A few of her guests looked at her questioningly, but for the most part they had gotten used to her and Vegeta's silent conversations. *I knew it Vegeta! I knew you liked Goku!*
Vegeta snorted. *Don't be ridiculous woman. What I meant was that if anyone kills that fool, it's going to be me.*
*Yeah, sure Veggie.*
Vegeta growled.
Bulma suddenly had an idea. An idea so wickedly wonderful, that the flashbulb that popped in over her head was clearly visible to everyone at the party. Grinning, Bulma shot an evil glance at Vegeta who ignored it. Walking up to where Mirai Trunks was still reclining against the tree, Bulma bent down to whisper something in his ear.
Trunks' face cleared of his earlier annoyance immediately. Within a few seconds he was laughing, and a few seconds after that, he got up to run into the house.
Bulma sauntered over to Vegeta. "Oh, Vegeta," she cooed.
Vegeta looked up a bit warily. He still hadn't forgotten all the incidents with the gravity room, and the damn woman was blocking their bond so he didn't have a clue as to what was on her mind. "What do you want?" he bit off, gruffly.
Bulma smiled sweetly and held the giggling baby Trunks up in front of Vegeta. "Give your son a hug Vegeta."
Vegeta glared at her. What was she trying to do? "No." Vegeta said simply, waiting to see what she had up her sleeve.
The party had stopped, and all eyes were focused on Bulma and Vegeta. Even Piccolo had stopped meditating to watch the scene unfold. Vegeta? Hug a baby—even if it WAS his own son—what was Bulma thinking?
Leaning forward, Bulma whispered something in Vegeta's ear. The whisper was so quiet that even Piccolo only caught a few words. Something about 'soap operas.'
Vegeta's eyes narrowed. Bulma almost giggled as Vegeta reached out roughly and plucked the baby from her arms. Everyone watched in astonishment as Vegeta quickly hugged his son and then tried to thrust him back at Bulma. Bulma just smiled. "Oh, no Vegeta. You've got to hold him for awhile."
Vegeta glared at Bulma. "We had a deal woman!"
"Yeah, but that was just for THAT little tidbit Vegeta. I've got a new piece of blackmail coming right up," she smiled, pointing to Mirai Trunks walking across the lawn, an evil grin on his face.
Looks of shock and confusion littered the faces of the Z-fighters and their families. Bulma was blackmailing Vegeta? With WHAT? It was well known that the man had blown up planets for goodness sake. What could be so horrible that Vegeta would want it kept a secret?
Vegeta glared at Mirai Trunks as he smirkingly handed something to Bulma, "Here you go mom," he said, shooting a huge grin in Vegeta's direction.
Vegeta was getting worried. Perhaps he should have gotten closer to Trunks when they had trained in the room of Spirit and Time. Then he might know what the boy and his demon-spawn mother were planning.
Bulma leaned forward and handed Vegeta a picture, whispering, "Don't bother to destroy it—I have copies!"
Vegeta growled at what he saw. It was a picture of—him! He was lying in his bed, cuddling with a very annoyed looking Bulma. And to make it worse, he was SMILING in the picture! He knew he was beaten. He would do anything to preserve his pride. At least anything he did now, everyone would know he didn't really mean it. They would know he was being blackmailed into it. Vegeta wasn't sure what was worse—being blackmailed, or the thing he was being blackmailed with.
Vegeta decided to deal. "Alright woman. What do you want for the picture?" he whispered quietly, still awkwardly juggling the happily squealing Chibi Trunks.
Bulma's features took on a considering look, before reverting to an expression of wicked glee. "For this picture, Vegeta, you have to…let's see…you have to hold the baby for at least half of the day, and you have to hug your son," she whispered back.
Vegeta's expression took on a look of confusion, "But I already did that," he said, forgetting to whisper, looking down at Chibi Trunks.
Everyone looked on in awe, as Bulma's smile grew even wider. What was she planning to do to the poor prince?
"Not that one," she said with a smile, then turned and pointed to the surprised Mirai Trunks, "that one!"
Vegeta almost groaned. The woman sure knew how to push his buttons. She knew how to push him just as far as he could be pushed, how to milk the most out of every piece of blackmail. Vegeta shoved Chibi Trunks into Bulma's arms, quickly stalked over to Mirai Trunks, gave the startled boy a quick hug, and then stomped back to retrieve Chibi Trunks from Bulma.
Bulma laughed gleefully at the shocked expression on Mirai Trunks' face. This was so great! But now it was time to up the ante. She wondered how Vegeta would react.
"Now," Bulma caroled, as the crowd watched on in amused astonishment, "you have to hug Piccolo!"
There was a moment of silence. "WHAT?!" Piccolo and Vegeta roared together.
While Piccolo glared, Vegeta stomped up to Bulma. "There is absolutely no piece of blackmail that could ever make me hug the Namek, Bulma," he roared, so annoyed he even slipped up and used her name.
Smiling, Bulma held out another photograph. There was a moment of silence.
"KAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRROOOOOOTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The terrible scream echoed throughout the compound. When everyone finally uncovered their ears, they saw an enraged Vegeta, panting heavily, staring daggers at the confused Goku who had somehow escaped Chi-Chi and had gotten into the food.
Goku cocked his head, "Whhaght's urp Vegggta?" Goku asked obliviously, spraying bits of cracker and cheese all over Gohan and the annoyed 18.
With an incoherent scream of rage, Vegeta threw himself at Goku, who yelped and flew into the sky.
"Come back here Kakkarott, I'm going to KILL YOU!" Vegeta screamed, blasting off after him.
"You can try, Vegeta," everyone heard Goku laugh, as the sound of their clashing fists faded off into the distance.
Doubled up on the ground Bulma rolled around breathless with laughter. Mirai Trunks, who was now holding Chibi Trunks, having had the baby tossed to him by Vegeta before he completely lost control, was also doubled up with laughter, much to the delight of his Chibi self.
For a moment everyone just watched in astonishment as Bulma giggled like mad, and Mirai Trunks doubled up over Chibi Trunks who was crowing in delight as he yanked on Mirai's hair.
Separating himself from the stunned crowd, Krillin slowly walked up to the giggling trio. Reaching down he picked up the picture that had set Vegeta off. When he saw what Vegeta was being blackmailed with, he too, was convulsed with a fit of giggles.
It was a perfect, glossy snapshot, of a sleeping Vegeta, cuddling happily with a very confused looking Goku, and across the bottom, in neat, stylish letters, it was labeled, "Vegeta's Teddybear."
***Hehe. The End. Bulma is EVIL, isn't she? I hope poor Veggie survives their marriage! If you liked this story, R&R please, even though there aren't any additional chapters coming to blackmail you with, I would really appreciate the feedback! Well, ja ne all!***