Hiya I'm back. Sorry I was gone so long. I was busy with school, work, community service, and all out war with a flu bug. Now on with All By Myself….
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Ch 17
Vegeta glanced out the pod door one more time before glaring at Bari one last time and descending half way down the stairs.
"There he is," some one in the crowd yelled.
"Let's get him," some one else yelled, but yet nobody moved. If Vegeta wasn't trying to find a way to negotiate he'd have called them all cowards.
"I am not here to harm any of you, but if you persist in damaging my ship I may make an exception," Vegeta stated, " But I'd rather a truce. You leave me alone, and I'll leave you alone."
"What are doing here then. Vegeta Prince of Sayains and Freeza's personal watch monkey?" Some one yelled. Vegeta gritted his teeth. He'd let that one slide.
"Training to face a threat awaiting me on a planet I've allied myself with. You needn't worry about this planet. They have no interest in anything beyond their own solar system," Vegeta answered, " And when my training is complete I will return to that planet and leave you in peace."
"Why should we believe you?" a voice, strikingly familiar to the one that had asked the question to begin with, yelled once again.
"Why shouldn't you? Have I done anything here and now to warrant this. Everything I did under Freeza was not by choice and all of you understand Freeza's ways. Do what he wants and get beaten or die a slow and painful death. Either way beaten. I'll say it again. I'm not here to cause harm," Vegeta shut his mouth he was getting tired of talking about Freeza. ::no need to flog a dead horse, eh:: The crowd stayed silent. ::That better be enough:: Bari walked out of the gravity room. She seemed to look at everyone and then at no one as she scoped out the audience.
"I think you did it," Bari whispered.
A voice in the crowd spoke up, the same one again in fact, " You can stay, but you're going to have to earn it. Pull your own weight, if ya know what I mean."
"and he will watch and see," Bari spoke and then whispered to Vegeta, "take me to the house and we'll discus what job you will be best for."
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Bulma had taken to cutting out her favorite wedding things and pasting them on a huge poster board. So far she had lots of flowers, mostly white carnations, roses, and lilies. She also had Vegeta's tux which was black with a navy blue tie and cummerbund. She had even found a matching navy blue garter for herself. She had also picked the tuxes for the groom's men. All black with navy blue vests and ties. She had even found the best navy blue brides maids gowns. Everything was looking perfect except she had no dress yet. ::Oh well it will be a while before I'll even be able to where it.::
She sighed it was so boring here without Vegeta to fight with. She smirked or tease might be the better word. He liked to tease. It really shouldn't surprise her she had seen him bait Krillin on Namek. It may have been a little on the threatening side, but had still been a little bit of tease in it. He'd also teased Gohan about Goku after he was inadvertently wished back. It ended with Gohan beaten and bloody on the ground and Vegeta stalking off with a victorious smirk on his face. She smiled, he probably had a lot of fun teasing her. She knew she had a temper and he knew just how to set it off. What he hadn't known was that she knew what buttons to push too. She could set him off faster then even Goku could. Maybe that was why they ended up getting along so well. They were both royalty in their own ways, both spoiled with huge tempers, and both highly intelligent. A match made in heaven.
"You have your genes cut out for you," Bulma smiled at her belly.
"As long as he takes after his mother anyway," Bulma jerked her head up to see her father in the doorway, "what? I don't know who the father is how should I know what kind of genes the man has."
Bulma caught the implication pretty bluntly, "You could trust your 31yr old daughter's analysis."
"I'm sorry Bulma. I don't want to be the bad guy. I just can't help but sense that you don't think I'll accept the father. I was surprised that it wasn't Yamcha's in one sense but I wasn't surprised in another," Dr. Briefs stated and down next to his daughter and looked at her handy work, "I like your colors. Do I get a snazzy tux too."
Bulma couldn't help but giggle, "Yes, with a cummerbund like the groom. Mom will get her own Navy blue dress too. What do you mean you weren't surprised? "
"Well, my thought is if you and Yamcha were going to get married and have kids it would have happened all ready. And I think I know who the father really is… And he probably doesn't even know your pregnant because he left before you found out," Dr. Briefs started and gauged his daughters response. Her eyes were wide and teary.
Dr. Briefs wrapped his arms around his daughter, "It's Vegeta isn't it."
She let out a loud pout into her dad's chest, "I miss him so much."
"It's alright princess. He'll be back and you'll have quite the gift for him," Dr. briefs soothed.
"A stinky, burpy, spit-uppy,and slobbery present," Bulma chucked.
"He'll still love it. Daddy's little warrior I'll bet," Dr. Briefs smiled, "give Vegeta the benefit of the doubt. He will be surprised but I think he'll be happy about it."
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"Vegeta could help me construct the new public center," Crouton suggested, "It would be considered work and I could keep an eye on things and make sure we have no more mobs." Vegeta got the idea that he was going to be baby sat. He growled lightly, but didn't argue. It might be better to have some one at his back if it turned nasty.
"Hey it won't be that bad. It'll do you some good to do some thing for someone besides yourself," Crouton answered.
"I need to train for the upcoming battle," Vegeta grumbled.
"you only work six hrs a day, I personally know you only sleep six hrs a night, and you need a couple hrs to eat, so that leaves about ten hrs to beat yourself up," Bari answered.
"fine, fine…when do I start," Vegeta asked hoping to get some training done before he had to start his community service.
"Tomorrow in this kitchen 5AM for breakfast," Crouton smiled.
"fine see you then," Vegeta grumbled and made his way out to his pod for some intensive training.
I know this is short and I said it wouldn't be. But I haven't updated in like two weeks and I feel that I owe you an update now. Next time on ABM… welcome to work…babies first picture…and fast forward a couple months.
::thoughts::
Ch 17
Vegeta glanced out the pod door one more time before glaring at Bari one last time and descending half way down the stairs.
"There he is," some one in the crowd yelled.
"Let's get him," some one else yelled, but yet nobody moved. If Vegeta wasn't trying to find a way to negotiate he'd have called them all cowards.
"I am not here to harm any of you, but if you persist in damaging my ship I may make an exception," Vegeta stated, " But I'd rather a truce. You leave me alone, and I'll leave you alone."
"What are doing here then. Vegeta Prince of Sayains and Freeza's personal watch monkey?" Some one yelled. Vegeta gritted his teeth. He'd let that one slide.
"Training to face a threat awaiting me on a planet I've allied myself with. You needn't worry about this planet. They have no interest in anything beyond their own solar system," Vegeta answered, " And when my training is complete I will return to that planet and leave you in peace."
"Why should we believe you?" a voice, strikingly familiar to the one that had asked the question to begin with, yelled once again.
"Why shouldn't you? Have I done anything here and now to warrant this. Everything I did under Freeza was not by choice and all of you understand Freeza's ways. Do what he wants and get beaten or die a slow and painful death. Either way beaten. I'll say it again. I'm not here to cause harm," Vegeta shut his mouth he was getting tired of talking about Freeza. ::no need to flog a dead horse, eh:: The crowd stayed silent. ::That better be enough:: Bari walked out of the gravity room. She seemed to look at everyone and then at no one as she scoped out the audience.
"I think you did it," Bari whispered.
A voice in the crowd spoke up, the same one again in fact, " You can stay, but you're going to have to earn it. Pull your own weight, if ya know what I mean."
"and he will watch and see," Bari spoke and then whispered to Vegeta, "take me to the house and we'll discus what job you will be best for."
**~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**
Bulma had taken to cutting out her favorite wedding things and pasting them on a huge poster board. So far she had lots of flowers, mostly white carnations, roses, and lilies. She also had Vegeta's tux which was black with a navy blue tie and cummerbund. She had even found a matching navy blue garter for herself. She had also picked the tuxes for the groom's men. All black with navy blue vests and ties. She had even found the best navy blue brides maids gowns. Everything was looking perfect except she had no dress yet. ::Oh well it will be a while before I'll even be able to where it.::
She sighed it was so boring here without Vegeta to fight with. She smirked or tease might be the better word. He liked to tease. It really shouldn't surprise her she had seen him bait Krillin on Namek. It may have been a little on the threatening side, but had still been a little bit of tease in it. He'd also teased Gohan about Goku after he was inadvertently wished back. It ended with Gohan beaten and bloody on the ground and Vegeta stalking off with a victorious smirk on his face. She smiled, he probably had a lot of fun teasing her. She knew she had a temper and he knew just how to set it off. What he hadn't known was that she knew what buttons to push too. She could set him off faster then even Goku could. Maybe that was why they ended up getting along so well. They were both royalty in their own ways, both spoiled with huge tempers, and both highly intelligent. A match made in heaven.
"You have your genes cut out for you," Bulma smiled at her belly.
"As long as he takes after his mother anyway," Bulma jerked her head up to see her father in the doorway, "what? I don't know who the father is how should I know what kind of genes the man has."
Bulma caught the implication pretty bluntly, "You could trust your 31yr old daughter's analysis."
"I'm sorry Bulma. I don't want to be the bad guy. I just can't help but sense that you don't think I'll accept the father. I was surprised that it wasn't Yamcha's in one sense but I wasn't surprised in another," Dr. Briefs stated and down next to his daughter and looked at her handy work, "I like your colors. Do I get a snazzy tux too."
Bulma couldn't help but giggle, "Yes, with a cummerbund like the groom. Mom will get her own Navy blue dress too. What do you mean you weren't surprised? "
"Well, my thought is if you and Yamcha were going to get married and have kids it would have happened all ready. And I think I know who the father really is… And he probably doesn't even know your pregnant because he left before you found out," Dr. Briefs started and gauged his daughters response. Her eyes were wide and teary.
Dr. Briefs wrapped his arms around his daughter, "It's Vegeta isn't it."
She let out a loud pout into her dad's chest, "I miss him so much."
"It's alright princess. He'll be back and you'll have quite the gift for him," Dr. briefs soothed.
"A stinky, burpy, spit-uppy,and slobbery present," Bulma chucked.
"He'll still love it. Daddy's little warrior I'll bet," Dr. Briefs smiled, "give Vegeta the benefit of the doubt. He will be surprised but I think he'll be happy about it."
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"Vegeta could help me construct the new public center," Crouton suggested, "It would be considered work and I could keep an eye on things and make sure we have no more mobs." Vegeta got the idea that he was going to be baby sat. He growled lightly, but didn't argue. It might be better to have some one at his back if it turned nasty.
"Hey it won't be that bad. It'll do you some good to do some thing for someone besides yourself," Crouton answered.
"I need to train for the upcoming battle," Vegeta grumbled.
"you only work six hrs a day, I personally know you only sleep six hrs a night, and you need a couple hrs to eat, so that leaves about ten hrs to beat yourself up," Bari answered.
"fine, fine…when do I start," Vegeta asked hoping to get some training done before he had to start his community service.
"Tomorrow in this kitchen 5AM for breakfast," Crouton smiled.
"fine see you then," Vegeta grumbled and made his way out to his pod for some intensive training.
I know this is short and I said it wouldn't be. But I haven't updated in like two weeks and I feel that I owe you an update now. Next time on ABM… welcome to work…babies first picture…and fast forward a couple months.
