Chapter 2, part 2
discalimer: I dont own dragonball z or anyone or anything else trademarked in this story.
**AUTHORS NOTE!!READ BEFORE READING CHAPPIE!** If I didn't tell you before the last story, I refer to Vegeta and Bulma's daughter, Bra, as Bulla, her american name. Thank you.
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"It's more than just the fees." Vegeta said."They're telling us our son is a failure and he'll never pass the course." He threw the letter in the trash. Bulma folded clothes. "I think they're just telling us that so we'll send the 50 bucks." Bulma said. "Dont worry." She scoffed as she saw a big brown stain on one of her dresses. She faintly remembered Trunks coming in with a sloshing Root Beer the day before. "Or maybe he is just an ugly stupid failure!" Bulma screeched, and threw her favorite White dress away. "He's not ugly." Vegeta said. "And he's not stupid. He's HERRENDOUSLY UGLY and TERRIBLY STUPID!" They didn't really mean either of those, because Trunks was VERY handsome and very smart, as well. They were saying those awful things out of rage. "What did we do wrong all his life?" Bulma asked. "Do you think it was us?" Vegeta shook his head. "No, Bulma, I think he was corrupted to begin with. Remember how he used to play with those soldiers? Remember?" Bulma nodded. "Yes, but in this book I read, they said it's always the parents. We fought a lot, remember? Maybe that corrupted him." Vegeta shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe." "Or maybe it was your attitude." Bulma said. "That attitude you STILL have." Vegeta was annoyed. "Aw well. What matters is, Trunks is a failure and we didn't do it." Bulma nodded. "Right on!" She said. "So we don't have to worry about Bulla growing up like that, right?" Vegeta nodded. "Bulla would never not listen to me. I get her everything she wants. The other day, she wanted a joint, and I almost bought it for her!" Vegeta laughed. Bulma didn't see how that was so funny. "It's not funny that you almost bought Bulla drugs." Bulla walked in the room with a Barbie doll and a few other things. "Well, it made her cry when I woulden't let her have it. I guess we should talk to her more about drugs and violence." Bulma's eyes widened. "Is that you in there, Vegeta?! The Vegeta I remember can't get enough violence." Vegeta shook his head. "Now thats not true." He said. Then he turned on his Playstatiuon and started playing a game called 'Decapitate the Deer'. He shot a deers head off. Blood splattered all over the screen. "Game Over!" The screen said. "You shot the deers head off too far to the left." Vegeta cursed the dumb game and clicked it off. "Are we going to send that 50 dollar fee?" Vegeta asked. "Do you think it's worth all this money when that stupid gay B*st*rd probably can't even help our son?" Bulma shrugged. "I guess we should, I mean, 50 isn't that much, and it will keep Trunks out of our hair for about 2 years." Vegeta noticed something on the back of the letter he threw away. In the Lutinants chickenscratch, it said, '" I need a 1,000 dollar fee. The reason is this. Your son is such an *sshole that I know you wont want him home for Christamas, Easter, Halloween, and all the other holidays. So, I need this fee to keep him because he's so mean." Vegeta had read this out loud. Bulma was laughing. "No way am I going to leave him there on holidays for the poor teachers to deal with. And we always go to America on Christamas, And I dont want him to miss out." Vegeta groaned. He hated going to America on Christmas, and he hated it even worse when Trunks tagged along. Vegeta ground the letter up in the garbage disposal so they woulden't find any other little suprises, and he woulden't have to haer anything else he didn't want to hear. "Vegeta, could you mop for me please?" Bulma asked. She was putting Shout on the clothes. But as soon as she said that, she knew what the answer would be. "No way, Bulma. Do it yourself. What do I look like, your personal slave? Its not fun at all." "I do things that arent fun 24/7, and you dont hear me whining." Bulma said. "What do you think your doing now?" Vegeta asked. "I have something fun all three of us can do. Let's go look through Trunks' room and see what things he has hidden in there." Bulma jumped up. "Thats a great idea!" They all stalked toward Trunks room.
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"Do you hear something?" Bulma asked outside Trunks door. "It sounds like there's something in there. Something making noise." She looked really scared. "He does have a big old lizard in there, doesn't he?" Bulla asked. "Maybe thats what is making that noise." Vegeta nodded. "She's porbably right, Bulma. Or he left the radio on." Vegeta jiggled the doorknob, only to find that it was locked. "He's got a good head on im'." Bulma said. "He knew we'd search his room. We can't get in without a room key." Vegeta smirked. "Yes we can." He made the symbol of a 'b' in American sign language, and blasted the doorknob. It wasn't a very large Big Bang, so it just rattled it. He hit it three more times with more intenst blasts, and the doorknob and deadblot both flew into a thousand peices. Then, He kicked the door in easily. It clattered and fell to the ground. They all had to cover their noses, because Trunks had that stuff burning that makes scents. It was kinda hard to see with that blacklight, and he had lava lamps everywhere. "Go get a box." Bulma told Vegeta. "We're trashing all his bad stuff. When he comes back, he'll like it more." Vegeta flew down, grabbed a large box, and flew back up. "I know what's first to go!" Bulla said. She pointed to the dead body pillow. "Thats scary." Bulma heard the noise again as Vegeta put the scary pillow in the box. "Don't you hear that?" Bulma hissed. "I didn't think it was the iguana, that time." Vegeta shrugged. "Get to work." Bulma ripped the scantily clad posters of women off the walls, balled them up into compact sizes, and tossed them into the box. Vegeta ripped off the bed comforter that had pictures of disturbing things on it. Bulla found a doll that looked like Chuckie off of 'Child's Play.' She tossed it in the box, and when it hit, it said, 'I'm going to kill you'. Bulla hadn't known that it was a talking doll. She shuddered and dug through Trunks' drawers. Vegeta tossed a picture of Trunks and his girlfriend in the box, because he thought she was ugly. Then he swept everythig on top of his dresser into the box. There was nothing worth keeping. But he decided to let Trunks keep his lava lamps. They had cost him a lot of money. They rummaged through trunks' things for a long time before coming to the closet. Bulma had gotten out the iguana and set it free in the garden. She didn't know that iguana's don't know how to survive in the wild. Vegeta ripped open the closet door to a terrible sight. A dog was chained up in there, and the moment it saw them, it leaped at them barking and snapping. A pail of cold water slapped into Vegeta's face, and eggs smashed into Bulla's and Bulmas. "Its booby trapped!" Bulma said, unchaining the dog and wrestling with it as it tried to bite her. It was a black pitbull. Bulla wiped her dirty face on her dress. "Yucky." She said. Vegeta was really mad. "He must be hiding something in here." Vegeta said. He dug through all the dirty clothes in the closet. Something reeked in there. "It smells like old rotten Balogna." Bulma said. She had way too much experiance with old rotten Balogna. "Its not old rotten Balogna." Vegeta said. "Its old rotten ham." There was old rotten ham in the closet. "That's where our thanksgiving ham went." Bulma said. "That was a thirty dollar ham." Vegeta shrugged. "He was probably feeding it to this monster lizard." The lizard was still under the window, dazed because it had been dropped. "This is a scary room." Bulla said. "There's all kinds of things under the bed." She was pulling out things that Trunks had since he was 8. Even the old, dead, stiff family cat, Kitty. Bulma burst into tears. Kitty! It's you!" She said. She was going to hug her long lost cat, but she remembered he was dead and stiff. "I remember Kitty." Vegeta said. "That annoyant cat that used to trip me......gosh was she annoying." "I dont remember Kitty." Bulla said. "Im sure you dont, Princess. She disappeared about 3 years before you were born." Bulla shrugged. "I dont think I'll dig under his bed any more." She said. "That's good." Vegeta said. He looked at his watch. "Princess, It's time for bed. Go get ready." Bulma was putting the cat in a black plastic bed while she cried as Bulla walked out of the room. "I didn't know you liked Kitty so much." Vegeta said, watching as tears ran down Bulma's face. "It was our first cat." She said. "I never knew he could be in here. I bet Trunks didn't eaither." Vegeta waved a hand in front of his face. "How could that kid NOT know? It smells something awful." "He's always burning those smelly sticks." Bulma said. "When we put it out, that's when we smelled it." Vegeta shrugged. Bulma tossed the plastic bag out the window. "Um, maybe you should bury that." Vegeta said. "We'll get a Sitation." "Aw well." Bulma said. "We can pay it. Im tired. Let's go to bed." Vegeta nodded. "Okay." They had just got in bed, and they were just about to fool around, when the phone rang. "Oh, D*mmit." Vegeta said, picking up the phone. "Who is it, and what do you want? Im kinda busy here, so--" "DAD, GET ME OUTTA THIS H*LLHOLE!" Trunks yelled into the phone. "Son? Is that you? Why are you calling?" Bulma, when she heard Vegeta say 'son' picked up the other phone. "Hi trunks. Is something wrong? Too bad we're 100 miles away, and we would help." "No." Trunks said. "There's nothing wrong except the fact that I hate this place and I want to come home! That dumb Bonerz guy smashed my walkman, and he slapped me! If Goten hadn't been here, I wouldev'e blown off his head!" "Wait, back up." Vegeta said. "Goten's there?" "Yes." Trunks said. "And he's the same old goody goody two shoes he always was. And I know your going to search my room. Well guess what, its locked." "We broke the locks." Vegeta said sternly. "And we did search your room. Guess what we found?" Trunks snickered on the other end of the line. "Fluffy and my Booby Traps? And the ham?" Vegeta didn't reply. "No, we found Kitty." "Kitty?" Trunks asked. "As in, Kitty our old cat?" He sounded suprised. "Yes, that kitty." Vegeta said. "He was dead and stiff as a board under your bed." "Oh, Okay." trunks said. Then he hung up. "Wonder what he wanted." Bulma said.
Trunks was laughing when he got off the phone. "What is it?" Goten asked. He was one of his room mates. The other Trunks hadn't met yet because he was at home visiting his parents. "My parents were obviously in the middle of something steamy when I called." Trunks snickered. "And they searched my room. They found my old cat under the bed." "Under the bed?!" Goten asked. "You mean Kitty? Was she dead?" trunks shoved Goten's head. "Of course, Doofus. The cat would be 18 if it was alive today." Goten nodded. He wasn't that fond of Trunks being so bossy simply because he was 'older'. "I bet they got a real suprise when they found Fluffy. I knew they'd search my room when I left, so I tired up a big dog in the closet, just to give them a scare." Trunks leaned back where his head was on his big fluffy pillow and his feet were crossed. "I'm not even sure I want to go home. There's plenty of people here that I can make fun of." Trunks sat up on the bed. "But if I had my walkman, I'd be listening to it right about now." A tall, ugly boy stomped in. His nose was high in the air, and he was dressed in expensive army attire. "I'll bet your from the West Side." Goten said. The boy kept his eyes on the celing, but glanced down. he scoffed. "I can see your definintly not. How did you ever afford to get into a place like this? Both my Parents are top Lawyers in the whole country." The ugly kid smirked and chortled. "Well, buddy." Trunks said. "My mother owns and fully operates the capsule Corp." He showed the kid his Capsule Corp shirt, which was honest proof. "Im much richer than you. And I payed for him. So there." The ugly kid looked mad. But he lowered his nose. "Beat it, Pal." Trunks said. "Or I'll beat ya." The kid stuck up his nose and walked out, after leaving an 'Abercrombie' duffel bag. "Cool." Goten said. "You told him off." "Yeah, but it was only--" The alarm beeped. That meant it was time to get up and report to Boot Camp training. "We stayed up all night talking." Trunks said. "I'm going to be so tired, Im not going to know what to do." Trunks pulled on the Camo shirt part of his uniform. Then the pants. he had them tailored so they were really tight, because he heard there was a girls division of the army school. Then him and Goten filed out. Bonerz was already talking. "Breifs, Son, good of you to join us." He said with a smug look. "Oh, Its just a PLEASURE." Said Trunks with a smirk. They got into their places and Bonerz kept talking. "As you all know, what makes a good soldier is aim." Bonerz picked up his rifle and fired a shot directly over the line's heads. They all gasped. Trunks' eyes fell on a target range, and he smiled. His aim was much better than Bonerz. Goten watched the Bullet as it buried into the target, about 2 inches from the Bullseye. Goten knew his aim was better, too, but all the other class members acted suprised. Bonerz threw guns into all their hands. "Each gun has REAL AMMUNITION." Bonerz said. "Some of you aren't very mature with a gun, so this rule stands. As you all know, you all have jobs either cleaning bathrooms or the cafeteria, in which you all make 7 dollars and hour." Trunks hadn't started his job yet, but he would tomarrow. It was washing and folding laundry. "That is your only source of income," Bonerz continued, "besides the amout of spending money your parents send you, which varys depending on your family's financial situation." Trunks smiled. He had 2,352 dollars to his name right now, but his parents sent him 1,000 a week. It would add up fast. "If for any reason, even by accident, you happen to shoot someone, you will pay for their doctor bills.....with your own spending money! I estimate them to be about 6000 dollars." Trunks gasped. Even HE would have a hard time paying that much and still being able to eat, because his parents were very strict about the 1000 dollar a week policy. "SoI suggest you soldiers be mature about it and dont go taking personal grudges out with these guns." Trunks jokingly aimed the gun at the back of Bonerz' head while he was facing back. "I see that, maggot." Said Bonerz. Trunks lowered the gun. Everyone snickered. "You are to wait in civilized lines for your turn to shoot." Bonerz said. "Oh, no rifle-whipping either." Then he turned around. Trunks grinned. This was going to be FU-UN.
"I wonder what Trunks is doing at school?" Bulla asked as she ate her Fruity Pebbles. "Does he have to do math and stuff like I do?" Vegeta shook his head and opened the fridge to look for something to make a sandwich. "No, he's in a BAD BOY school.Only BAD BOYS go there. They shoot guns and do fake missions to train them for the military. It teaches discipline." "Is Trunks going into the military?" Bulla asked. Vegeta took the bread out of the cabinet. "No." Vegeta said. "He's going to learn to own the Capsule Corp some day, or at least thats what his mother says." Vegeta cursed as mayonaise plopped onto the countertop. He wiped it up with his glove and then licked it off. How sick. He doesn't know where his hands had been. "Okay guys!" Bulma said in her naturally loud voice as she came in the kitchen. "Here's all your clothes you can go put up. Oh, and your underwear!" She gave them to Bulla. "Oh, you know I dont like to see those!" Vegeta groaned. "Common sense, Bulma!" He turned his head as Bulla ran into her bedroom. "Thats weird." Bulma said. "You cant even look at the underwear of a 7 year old." She rolled her eyes. "Besides, I have some for you too." She gave them to Vegeta and he went and put them in his dresser drawer. He stabbed himself on a pocket knife. Blood ran down one of his fingers and through his glove. He ripped off the glove and it was pretty deep. And, it hurt like something awful. He squeezed his finger as hard as he could manage, and he heard it snap. "OW!" He screamed. "I guess I dont know my own strength." He said through gritted teeth. "What is it?" Bulma asked, running into the bedroom. She saw the blood running down Vegeta's finger. "Oh, your fingers bleeding!" She cried, and she ran and squeezed it. "OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!" Vegeta yowled. "I already tried that, and it snapped." Bulma looked at it. It was purple and resembled a sausage. A bloody one. "Um, go put it under the water faucet." She said. "On cold water....and.." She wasn't really sure what to do. Vegeta ran into their bathroom and turned on the cold water. He stuck his finger underneath it.........and......The water hitting it made it turn very painful. It was bent sideways instead of frontways. And when he tried to move it, It didn't respond. Bulma came in with a hot water bottle. "Why is it you tell me to run it under COLD water and then you bring me a heat bottle?" Bulma looked at the finger, now turning black. "Oh dear......" She said. "Maybe you better put something on it?" Vegeta looked at the finger, then back at her. "LIKE WHAT, NEOSPORIN?! ITS AN INSIDE INJURY, STUPID!" Bulma was winced back. "Sorry. Sorry I said anything." She said. Vegeta didn't mean to say it. But he didn't say sorry, either. "And I meant something like a bandage." Vegeta nodded. "Oh." There was a moment of awkward silence. "You know, maybe we should call my parents and ask?" Bulma said. "My mom knows these things." Vegeta nodded, and Bulma grabbed the phone and dialed.
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It was a long and frustrating conversation with Bulma's mother. She told Bulma to take Vegeta to the minor emergancy clinic and see if he had broken a bone in his hand and not his finger, and to see if he needed stitches in the cut. "She was a lot of help." Vegeta mumbled as him and Bulma walked into the Minor Emergency clinic. They had left Bulla with Akurei and his son. "Now wait right here while I go to the reception desk and sign you in." Vegeta winced. The finger was throbbing and it was black mixed with dark purple. Bulma thought it looked like the sky right before a storm. But she was one of those people who day dreamed a whole lot, so to her it probley could have looked like a dog. "Hurry up." Vegeta told her. "It hurts something awful." Bulma nodded and patted Vegeta on the back. "You can handle being punched from side to side by Majin Buu, but not a broken finger? God, Vegeta." "Shut up." Vegeta said. "Its not my fault. Its also cut." The cut was still slowly oozing blood. Bulma completed scirbbing her name into the sheet and turned it in. "Okay, go right in." Said the man at the reception desk with a smile. Bulma and Vegeta walked into the back. Vegeta was holding his hand up really high because that seemed to ease the pain just a little bit. They walked into a room with a little old doctor. "How are we today?" He asked. Vegeta gazed gape- mouthed. He recognized him. "YOU!" He screamed. He pointed a shaking finger. (Not the broke one). It was Dr. Fagface, his most hated Dr. This Dr. enjoyed flirting with Bulma, and this was one of Vegeta's biggest Pet Peeves. On their last encounter, Dr. Fagface had lost an arm. It was still gone, but only up to the shoulder. It was eerie. "No, Im not your doctor." Fagface said with a grim tone. "I had to become a nurse after I lost my arm. But not to worry." He said. "I'll leave your lady alone this time." Bulma nodded. "Thank you very much sir....now about my husband's finger..." Fagface's face lit up. "Oh, yes." He looked at it. "Im not a Dr., so I cant tell you if it needs stitches because I dont have that authority anymore, but I need to give him a Tetanus Booster, because whatever cut him looks like it was pretty rusty." Vegeta nodded. "Would you HURRY? Im in pain." He hopped up on the bed. "Ill be right back with your tetanus booster." He walked out. "Bulma, whats a Tetunus Booster?" He asked. She wrung out her purse. "Um, its a, its a shot, honey." Vegeta looked around. "Shot? What is a shot? Does it hurt?" Bulma looked even more nervous. "A shot is when they stick a needle in you to inject medicine.....and yes, Tetanus Boosters do hurt, to be honest, but you CANT blow the guy away. You just CANT. Okay?" Vegeta slowly nodded. "PROMISE." Bulma said. "Promise." Vegeta said. Then the doctor came back in, and Vegeta saw how long the neelde was. "Your not going to....stick it all in there, um, are you?" Vegeta asked, eyeing Bulma. "yes, Im afraid we are." Fagface said. Vegeta gasped. "NO! Id blow you away if I hadn't promised my wife." Bulma winked. "Thats gonna hurt!" Vegeta whined. "Sit still." Instructed the nurse as he rubbed down Vegeta's arm with cotton. "That makes my skin tingly." Vegeta said. "What is it? Is it tainted? Are you trying to kill me?" Fagface roolled his eyes and borught the needle close to Vegeta's arm. His breath caught in his throat. Then the nurse touched the needle to his skin and pushed on the injector. It went a few centimeters and.....Stuck. Vegeta was very muscular. "owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww~" Vegeta screamed. "Hurry! tAKE IT OUT, IT HURTS!" His arm twanged with pain. Fagface shoved it really hard, and it slid in the rest of the way. A drop of blood showed up on the skin's surface. "Ow." Veg6eta said, rubbing his arm. The Dr. stuck a band-aid on the wound. Then he left the room. "He doesn't have the RIGHT to hurt me like that." Vegeta scorned. "I am the Prince of all Saiyans. If I was still on my planet, he would have died on our first encounter for messing with royalty's women." Bulma rolled her eyes. She was working on cross stiching. "There you go with that Prince stuff again. I thought you were over that phase." Vegeta shrugged and looked at his estranged extremety. It was purplish black, swollen to the size of a sausage, and hurting like hell. "When will he be back?" Vegeta cried. "Im tired of waiting." he shifted on the table. "WOULD YOU STOP WHINING?! Bulma screeched. " IM TRYING TO DO THIS CROSSSTICHING AND YOU'VE CAUSED ME TO SCREW UP THREE TIMES ALREADY!" Vegeta was about to fire a terribly mean comeback pun when the doctor strolled in. "'bout time!" Vegeta said. The doctor saw how terrible the finger was upon entering. "Hello. Im Doctor Tidbit. How are you today?" Bulma noticed how extremely handsome the doctor was. "Hello, doctor. My husband thinks he broke his finger." The doctor looked at it from a distance. "May I see it up close, Mr. Breifs?" The doctor asked. Vegeta hesitated, but then he nodded. "Oh, it looks just about--" The doctor cricked the bone the wrong way with a sickening crack. Pain split through it and it popped back into place. "OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Bulma pricked herself with the needle. "I SAID SHUT YOUR PIE HOLE!" Bulma said. "But Im in pain.....what? Pie hole?" Bulma groaned and went back to her sewing. A long trail of blood went behind her finger on the peice she was working on. "Yes, its broke.'The doctor said. "So we're going to put on a hand cast to keep it steady, and we're also going to put 3 stitches in that cut of yours." Vegeta groaned. More pain.
Bonerz had ashed hair and face. 'YOU HIT EVERYTHING BUT THE TARGETS WITH THAT GUN!" He shouted. "You shot the hat right off my head, leaving these ash marks!" Bonerz squished two bullets in his hand. "Your a terrible soldier!" Trunks shrugged. "Will you be able to fix the cafeteria before lunch?" he asked. "I know I overdid it and it will be hard to get done, but....." "YOU ARE PAYING FOR EVERY SINGLE BIT OF THE DAMAGE!" Bonerz cried. He held a paper in Trunks' face. "THE DAMAMGE ESTIMATE IS 7000 DOLLARS, YOU IDIOT!" Trunks gasped and covered his mouth. "Aw well." he said. "My parents will wire me the money." The guy spit at Trunks' feet. "What do you have to say for yourself?!" He whispered firmly. Trunks shrugged. "My bad." Bonerz chased Trunks into his room.
By the time they got home, Vegeta looked like he had just fought the Viatnam. "Ow, my finger hurts." Vegeta whined. "Its only 5:00 PM, and I want to go to bed." Bulma opened her mouth to tell him to go ahead, but then she remembered. "VEGETA!" She said, grabbing his arm. "We had a Birthday Party at the country club at 7:00! Thats two hours we have to get ready! Remember, it's Agnis's birhtday?" Agnis was a whiny old lady at the country club. "I dont want to go anywhere with my finger like this." Vegeta said, looking at the ugly blue cast. In Bulma's big, bubbly handwriting, it said her name on it because she'd sighned it. "Well, you have to!" Bulma said. "I can't go alone! Please do it! For me?!" Vegeta slowly nodded. "Fine. But Im going dressed as I am. You can dress up." Bulma smilied and nodded. Even though she didn't like Agnis, she wanted to dress up and impress her.
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Later, Vegeta was laying on the couch watching a cheesy romance filck. Sometimes he liked them, sometimes not. Biulma came walking down the stairs, and caught Vegeta's immediate attention. His jaw dropped to the tile. "D*mn!" He said. "That's my kind of outfit!" "What do you mean?" Bulma asked, applying dark red lipstick. "I mean, Its pretty hot." She was wearing a tight red miniskirt and a tight top that showed her midriff, dark red lipstick, silver eyeshadow, pink blush, and hoop earings. "Thanks." She said. "What are you watching?" He told her what it was. "Remember that one time we watched a movie and it made you cry?" Bulma asked. Vegeta nodded. "Yes, but I've asked you not to mention that." V Vegeta's finger let out a throb and he yelped. "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" He screamed. "Shut up." Bulma said. "Thats bad for your vocal cords." Vegeta didn't care if it was bad for his vocal cords! he was in pain! "Let's go!" Vegeta said. "I cant wait to see how fat Agnis has gotten!"
"He's making me pay for all the damage I caused." trunks said. "I think he said 7,000? Im not sure." He was talking to Goten. "Well at least your folks are rich enough to pay off the debt." Goten said. "But your dad is really mad at you right now. Im not sure he willwant to send you anything." Trunks shrugged. "Im sorry for almost shooting you. I was aiming for the side of the building." Goten shrugged. "No problem." That snooty kid waltzed in. He wasn't wearing such a snooty look, but a rebellious one. "Trunks!" He said. He knew Trunks name, and Trunks knew his. It was Charles. "What kind of game was that? Your parents are nice enough to put you through a wonderful school like this and you do that? You should be proud of the family u were born into, wealth and power! Cars and swimming pools! Girls and....." He kept babbling. "Shut up!" trunks said. "Im in this school because i WAS SO BAD,not that its any of your buisness anyway." Charles looked suprised. "Because you were bad? Well, I have news for you. Tommarows' our first practice mission." Trunks laughed. "Aw well. They're just little fake tasks those boneheads make you do. Makes no difference. I dont need to be trained to be fast; ,my dad is one of the strongest fighters in the universe." He flipped through a dirty magazine. "Well, I hope you'll be happy when you fail the course." Trunks sighed. "Yes, MOTHER, I'm sure that I will." Chales walked out. "I hate him." trunks said. "Tomarrow, let's fail the mission, and hope he's on our team. That way we're sure to make him mad."
Vegeta and Bulma walked into the Country club. Agnis walked up. "Why, hello.".She said, snootily."You brought that husband of yours, too?" Bulma nodded."I told you I was going to, Agnis. Where's your husband?" Agnis started to cry. "He died an untimely death. But I did bring someone." Vegeta tried to act interested. "Who?" He asked. "C'mere, Dahling!" Agnis called into the crowd. There was no answer. "Dahling! Dahhhhhling!" A woman stepped out of the crowd. Not just ANY woman. A dazzling blonde woman who was beautiful. "Oh,HEll-O!" Vegeta said. "Im Vegeta. And this is my wife, Bulma! How are you doing today?" The woman sniffled. She looked to be about 30. "My Dahling is sad that this is the eigth birthday of her child, that she lost contact with. Its a terrible story." Vegeta nodded. "Yes, It is! But me and Bulma have children to spare! You can have Trunks, a 17ar old!" Bulma slapped Vegete. 'No. Hes not for sale." The girl sniffled. "His name was Kilo. He was only 2 when I saw him last. Me and his father met in a stroip club in a jail, and it didn't work out." "KILO?!" Vegeta and Bulma said at the same time. Then they both turned to talk. "Bulma! Could it be--?" "Did your one-nite-stand have Black hair, black eyes, was really handsome and talked in a charming french accent?" Bulma asked. "Yes." The girl said. "I still remember him, how I asked him why he shot a powerball and he said it was because he was doing a magic trick." Vegeta and Bulma huddled togather again. "Should we tell Akurei about this?" Bulma asked. "No." Vegeta said. "We'll never speak of it again! A woman would ruin Akurei's life." Bulma nodded. Suddenly, the Country Club door opened up really fast. An Ugly, fat man with a gun entered. He pointed it at Agnis. Vegeta was silently cheering in his mind. "Give me all your money!" he screeched. "No." Agnis said. "You can go ahead and--" 3 gun shots rang through the air, all hitting Agnis. She screamed and pitched to the floor. "Is anyone going to refuse me?" Vegeta and Bulma looked around. Everyone else had ran. "Yes." Bulma said. "Your not getting any of our money, so just go away." The ugly man grabbed Bulma around the waste. "Hey! Thats my wife!" Vegeta said. The fat man ran out with her. "Bulma!" He gaqsped, and he fired Powerballs at the man. 3 small ones hit him, but he managed to get up. "Bring me my wife back!" Vegeta said, and he chased the man. Bulma was screaming and crying. Vegeta flew after the man, but the man jumped into a car and drove off.
"What?" Trunks asked. "Somebody stole mother?" He noticed his dad sounded very worried. "Yeah." Vegeta said. "They just snatched her up because we woulden't give them money." Trunks gasped. "Maybe they'll send a ransom note?" He asked. He figured now wasn't the best time to ask for wired money. "I hope so." Vegeta said. "But what if they don't? I need you to come home for a while, Trunks, to help me care for your sister and find her. Can you do that?" Trunks didn't know if he wanted to go home to a dad who sent him to Boot Camp, then vilated his privacy by searching his room. "I dont know if they'll let me." Trunks said, lying to Vegeta. "It'll take me about 2 days to get ahold of the head dude and ask." Vegeta cursed. "Well, just fly home anyway." "No can do." Trunks said."They have guards all over the place. If I try to leave, I'll be shot down. You'll just have to give me time to wait." Vegeta sighed. "Alright, trunks. Good luck, and hurry." Vegeta hung up, and Trunks howled with laughter. "Some fat guy took my mom!" He said. Goten didn't think of that as amusing. "Dad wanted me to come home And try my luck at hepling me find her and bust the creep." Trunks said. "But I'm still mad at them. I dont wanna go home just to be sent right back." Goten was very angry at Trunks for letting personal grudges before his own mother. "I'll go." Goten said. "Maybe I can seduce the hot secretary." He looked all dreamy. "That wont be necesary." Trunks said. "Just fly away in the middle of the night, but make sure you take care of the guards first." Goten nodded. "Call your dad and tell him I'll be there in around two hours." Trunks nodded and dialed Vegeta on the cell phone. "What?" Vegeta asked. He sounded depressed. "I wanna tell you Goten is coming to help. He'll be there in around two hours." "If Goten can get away, why can't yo--" trunks hung up on Vegeta, because he was on to him.
Vegeta threw his cell phone down. He rubbed his forhead, because he had a monster headache. he dialed up the police. "Hello? West City Police department?" He asked into the phone as soon as he heard it answered. "yes, this is the Sheriff." It said. "Sheriff Doofy, to be exact." Vegeta's eyes widened. I can't tell them she was kidnapped. Vegeta said. If I did, they'd consider me a Vigilante when I beat his brains out. "I um....I just wanted to know Everything that can possibly happen to KIDNAPPED hostage?" Doofy cleared his throat. "They can be strangled, beaten to death, burned to death, raped, molested, volated, and killed. Endless possibilitys. Oh. Or, they could be found alive and well. 50/50 chance." Vegeta's breathing speeded up. "Was wrong?" Doofy asked. "Someone kidnapped?" Vegeta tried to calm down. "Um, no." He put the phone in it's cradle. "I don't want anyone raping MY wife!" Vegeta said. Bulla ran in. "Papa, what does 'rape' mean?" Vegeta guestured at her. "Go play in your room......mommy will be back soon." Vegeta ripped a big old patch of hair right out of his head. Then, the phone rang. Vegeta picked it up. "Hello?" He yelled into it. "It's me!" Said a famiolier voice. "BULMA?!" Vegeta yelled. "Yeah. Its me." Vegeta was relieved. "Are you okay? Did that guy hurt you?" Bulma's breath shuddered. "he burned me with a cigeratte. Then I noticed how expensive the cigeratte was, and I asked him how many people he'd kidnapped to get that much money." Vegeta heard the man in the background. "I have to go. I love you!" The phone hung up. "GOD D*MMIT!" Vegeta yelled into the sky. He tried to track the call. It said, 'Micky Mouse' on the coller ID. "This guy knows how to hide his tracks." Vegeta resolved.He closed his eyes and concentrated really, really hard. "Maybe I can sense your life force, Bulma." he said to himself. He was used to talking to someone, but now sence she was gone and Bulla was playing, he was talking to himself. But he coulden't sense the life force. "Her life force is so tiny..." He said. "It's hard to sense." He layed down on the couch and tried to think. "Stupid fat guy! If I had the chance I'd chop him up into little peices and shove him into a meat griner and eat him like a hot dog." Then Vegeta screamed because he felt like screaming.
discalimer: I dont own dragonball z or anyone or anything else trademarked in this story.
**AUTHORS NOTE!!READ BEFORE READING CHAPPIE!** If I didn't tell you before the last story, I refer to Vegeta and Bulma's daughter, Bra, as Bulla, her american name. Thank you.
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"It's more than just the fees." Vegeta said."They're telling us our son is a failure and he'll never pass the course." He threw the letter in the trash. Bulma folded clothes. "I think they're just telling us that so we'll send the 50 bucks." Bulma said. "Dont worry." She scoffed as she saw a big brown stain on one of her dresses. She faintly remembered Trunks coming in with a sloshing Root Beer the day before. "Or maybe he is just an ugly stupid failure!" Bulma screeched, and threw her favorite White dress away. "He's not ugly." Vegeta said. "And he's not stupid. He's HERRENDOUSLY UGLY and TERRIBLY STUPID!" They didn't really mean either of those, because Trunks was VERY handsome and very smart, as well. They were saying those awful things out of rage. "What did we do wrong all his life?" Bulma asked. "Do you think it was us?" Vegeta shook his head. "No, Bulma, I think he was corrupted to begin with. Remember how he used to play with those soldiers? Remember?" Bulma nodded. "Yes, but in this book I read, they said it's always the parents. We fought a lot, remember? Maybe that corrupted him." Vegeta shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe." "Or maybe it was your attitude." Bulma said. "That attitude you STILL have." Vegeta was annoyed. "Aw well. What matters is, Trunks is a failure and we didn't do it." Bulma nodded. "Right on!" She said. "So we don't have to worry about Bulla growing up like that, right?" Vegeta nodded. "Bulla would never not listen to me. I get her everything she wants. The other day, she wanted a joint, and I almost bought it for her!" Vegeta laughed. Bulma didn't see how that was so funny. "It's not funny that you almost bought Bulla drugs." Bulla walked in the room with a Barbie doll and a few other things. "Well, it made her cry when I woulden't let her have it. I guess we should talk to her more about drugs and violence." Bulma's eyes widened. "Is that you in there, Vegeta?! The Vegeta I remember can't get enough violence." Vegeta shook his head. "Now thats not true." He said. Then he turned on his Playstatiuon and started playing a game called 'Decapitate the Deer'. He shot a deers head off. Blood splattered all over the screen. "Game Over!" The screen said. "You shot the deers head off too far to the left." Vegeta cursed the dumb game and clicked it off. "Are we going to send that 50 dollar fee?" Vegeta asked. "Do you think it's worth all this money when that stupid gay B*st*rd probably can't even help our son?" Bulma shrugged. "I guess we should, I mean, 50 isn't that much, and it will keep Trunks out of our hair for about 2 years." Vegeta noticed something on the back of the letter he threw away. In the Lutinants chickenscratch, it said, '" I need a 1,000 dollar fee. The reason is this. Your son is such an *sshole that I know you wont want him home for Christamas, Easter, Halloween, and all the other holidays. So, I need this fee to keep him because he's so mean." Vegeta had read this out loud. Bulma was laughing. "No way am I going to leave him there on holidays for the poor teachers to deal with. And we always go to America on Christamas, And I dont want him to miss out." Vegeta groaned. He hated going to America on Christmas, and he hated it even worse when Trunks tagged along. Vegeta ground the letter up in the garbage disposal so they woulden't find any other little suprises, and he woulden't have to haer anything else he didn't want to hear. "Vegeta, could you mop for me please?" Bulma asked. She was putting Shout on the clothes. But as soon as she said that, she knew what the answer would be. "No way, Bulma. Do it yourself. What do I look like, your personal slave? Its not fun at all." "I do things that arent fun 24/7, and you dont hear me whining." Bulma said. "What do you think your doing now?" Vegeta asked. "I have something fun all three of us can do. Let's go look through Trunks' room and see what things he has hidden in there." Bulma jumped up. "Thats a great idea!" They all stalked toward Trunks room.
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"Do you hear something?" Bulma asked outside Trunks door. "It sounds like there's something in there. Something making noise." She looked really scared. "He does have a big old lizard in there, doesn't he?" Bulla asked. "Maybe thats what is making that noise." Vegeta nodded. "She's porbably right, Bulma. Or he left the radio on." Vegeta jiggled the doorknob, only to find that it was locked. "He's got a good head on im'." Bulma said. "He knew we'd search his room. We can't get in without a room key." Vegeta smirked. "Yes we can." He made the symbol of a 'b' in American sign language, and blasted the doorknob. It wasn't a very large Big Bang, so it just rattled it. He hit it three more times with more intenst blasts, and the doorknob and deadblot both flew into a thousand peices. Then, He kicked the door in easily. It clattered and fell to the ground. They all had to cover their noses, because Trunks had that stuff burning that makes scents. It was kinda hard to see with that blacklight, and he had lava lamps everywhere. "Go get a box." Bulma told Vegeta. "We're trashing all his bad stuff. When he comes back, he'll like it more." Vegeta flew down, grabbed a large box, and flew back up. "I know what's first to go!" Bulla said. She pointed to the dead body pillow. "Thats scary." Bulma heard the noise again as Vegeta put the scary pillow in the box. "Don't you hear that?" Bulma hissed. "I didn't think it was the iguana, that time." Vegeta shrugged. "Get to work." Bulma ripped the scantily clad posters of women off the walls, balled them up into compact sizes, and tossed them into the box. Vegeta ripped off the bed comforter that had pictures of disturbing things on it. Bulla found a doll that looked like Chuckie off of 'Child's Play.' She tossed it in the box, and when it hit, it said, 'I'm going to kill you'. Bulla hadn't known that it was a talking doll. She shuddered and dug through Trunks' drawers. Vegeta tossed a picture of Trunks and his girlfriend in the box, because he thought she was ugly. Then he swept everythig on top of his dresser into the box. There was nothing worth keeping. But he decided to let Trunks keep his lava lamps. They had cost him a lot of money. They rummaged through trunks' things for a long time before coming to the closet. Bulma had gotten out the iguana and set it free in the garden. She didn't know that iguana's don't know how to survive in the wild. Vegeta ripped open the closet door to a terrible sight. A dog was chained up in there, and the moment it saw them, it leaped at them barking and snapping. A pail of cold water slapped into Vegeta's face, and eggs smashed into Bulla's and Bulmas. "Its booby trapped!" Bulma said, unchaining the dog and wrestling with it as it tried to bite her. It was a black pitbull. Bulla wiped her dirty face on her dress. "Yucky." She said. Vegeta was really mad. "He must be hiding something in here." Vegeta said. He dug through all the dirty clothes in the closet. Something reeked in there. "It smells like old rotten Balogna." Bulma said. She had way too much experiance with old rotten Balogna. "Its not old rotten Balogna." Vegeta said. "Its old rotten ham." There was old rotten ham in the closet. "That's where our thanksgiving ham went." Bulma said. "That was a thirty dollar ham." Vegeta shrugged. "He was probably feeding it to this monster lizard." The lizard was still under the window, dazed because it had been dropped. "This is a scary room." Bulla said. "There's all kinds of things under the bed." She was pulling out things that Trunks had since he was 8. Even the old, dead, stiff family cat, Kitty. Bulma burst into tears. Kitty! It's you!" She said. She was going to hug her long lost cat, but she remembered he was dead and stiff. "I remember Kitty." Vegeta said. "That annoyant cat that used to trip me......gosh was she annoying." "I dont remember Kitty." Bulla said. "Im sure you dont, Princess. She disappeared about 3 years before you were born." Bulla shrugged. "I dont think I'll dig under his bed any more." She said. "That's good." Vegeta said. He looked at his watch. "Princess, It's time for bed. Go get ready." Bulma was putting the cat in a black plastic bed while she cried as Bulla walked out of the room. "I didn't know you liked Kitty so much." Vegeta said, watching as tears ran down Bulma's face. "It was our first cat." She said. "I never knew he could be in here. I bet Trunks didn't eaither." Vegeta waved a hand in front of his face. "How could that kid NOT know? It smells something awful." "He's always burning those smelly sticks." Bulma said. "When we put it out, that's when we smelled it." Vegeta shrugged. Bulma tossed the plastic bag out the window. "Um, maybe you should bury that." Vegeta said. "We'll get a Sitation." "Aw well." Bulma said. "We can pay it. Im tired. Let's go to bed." Vegeta nodded. "Okay." They had just got in bed, and they were just about to fool around, when the phone rang. "Oh, D*mmit." Vegeta said, picking up the phone. "Who is it, and what do you want? Im kinda busy here, so--" "DAD, GET ME OUTTA THIS H*LLHOLE!" Trunks yelled into the phone. "Son? Is that you? Why are you calling?" Bulma, when she heard Vegeta say 'son' picked up the other phone. "Hi trunks. Is something wrong? Too bad we're 100 miles away, and we would help." "No." Trunks said. "There's nothing wrong except the fact that I hate this place and I want to come home! That dumb Bonerz guy smashed my walkman, and he slapped me! If Goten hadn't been here, I wouldev'e blown off his head!" "Wait, back up." Vegeta said. "Goten's there?" "Yes." Trunks said. "And he's the same old goody goody two shoes he always was. And I know your going to search my room. Well guess what, its locked." "We broke the locks." Vegeta said sternly. "And we did search your room. Guess what we found?" Trunks snickered on the other end of the line. "Fluffy and my Booby Traps? And the ham?" Vegeta didn't reply. "No, we found Kitty." "Kitty?" Trunks asked. "As in, Kitty our old cat?" He sounded suprised. "Yes, that kitty." Vegeta said. "He was dead and stiff as a board under your bed." "Oh, Okay." trunks said. Then he hung up. "Wonder what he wanted." Bulma said.
Trunks was laughing when he got off the phone. "What is it?" Goten asked. He was one of his room mates. The other Trunks hadn't met yet because he was at home visiting his parents. "My parents were obviously in the middle of something steamy when I called." Trunks snickered. "And they searched my room. They found my old cat under the bed." "Under the bed?!" Goten asked. "You mean Kitty? Was she dead?" trunks shoved Goten's head. "Of course, Doofus. The cat would be 18 if it was alive today." Goten nodded. He wasn't that fond of Trunks being so bossy simply because he was 'older'. "I bet they got a real suprise when they found Fluffy. I knew they'd search my room when I left, so I tired up a big dog in the closet, just to give them a scare." Trunks leaned back where his head was on his big fluffy pillow and his feet were crossed. "I'm not even sure I want to go home. There's plenty of people here that I can make fun of." Trunks sat up on the bed. "But if I had my walkman, I'd be listening to it right about now." A tall, ugly boy stomped in. His nose was high in the air, and he was dressed in expensive army attire. "I'll bet your from the West Side." Goten said. The boy kept his eyes on the celing, but glanced down. he scoffed. "I can see your definintly not. How did you ever afford to get into a place like this? Both my Parents are top Lawyers in the whole country." The ugly kid smirked and chortled. "Well, buddy." Trunks said. "My mother owns and fully operates the capsule Corp." He showed the kid his Capsule Corp shirt, which was honest proof. "Im much richer than you. And I payed for him. So there." The ugly kid looked mad. But he lowered his nose. "Beat it, Pal." Trunks said. "Or I'll beat ya." The kid stuck up his nose and walked out, after leaving an 'Abercrombie' duffel bag. "Cool." Goten said. "You told him off." "Yeah, but it was only--" The alarm beeped. That meant it was time to get up and report to Boot Camp training. "We stayed up all night talking." Trunks said. "I'm going to be so tired, Im not going to know what to do." Trunks pulled on the Camo shirt part of his uniform. Then the pants. he had them tailored so they were really tight, because he heard there was a girls division of the army school. Then him and Goten filed out. Bonerz was already talking. "Breifs, Son, good of you to join us." He said with a smug look. "Oh, Its just a PLEASURE." Said Trunks with a smirk. They got into their places and Bonerz kept talking. "As you all know, what makes a good soldier is aim." Bonerz picked up his rifle and fired a shot directly over the line's heads. They all gasped. Trunks' eyes fell on a target range, and he smiled. His aim was much better than Bonerz. Goten watched the Bullet as it buried into the target, about 2 inches from the Bullseye. Goten knew his aim was better, too, but all the other class members acted suprised. Bonerz threw guns into all their hands. "Each gun has REAL AMMUNITION." Bonerz said. "Some of you aren't very mature with a gun, so this rule stands. As you all know, you all have jobs either cleaning bathrooms or the cafeteria, in which you all make 7 dollars and hour." Trunks hadn't started his job yet, but he would tomarrow. It was washing and folding laundry. "That is your only source of income," Bonerz continued, "besides the amout of spending money your parents send you, which varys depending on your family's financial situation." Trunks smiled. He had 2,352 dollars to his name right now, but his parents sent him 1,000 a week. It would add up fast. "If for any reason, even by accident, you happen to shoot someone, you will pay for their doctor bills.....with your own spending money! I estimate them to be about 6000 dollars." Trunks gasped. Even HE would have a hard time paying that much and still being able to eat, because his parents were very strict about the 1000 dollar a week policy. "SoI suggest you soldiers be mature about it and dont go taking personal grudges out with these guns." Trunks jokingly aimed the gun at the back of Bonerz' head while he was facing back. "I see that, maggot." Said Bonerz. Trunks lowered the gun. Everyone snickered. "You are to wait in civilized lines for your turn to shoot." Bonerz said. "Oh, no rifle-whipping either." Then he turned around. Trunks grinned. This was going to be FU-UN.
"I wonder what Trunks is doing at school?" Bulla asked as she ate her Fruity Pebbles. "Does he have to do math and stuff like I do?" Vegeta shook his head and opened the fridge to look for something to make a sandwich. "No, he's in a BAD BOY school.Only BAD BOYS go there. They shoot guns and do fake missions to train them for the military. It teaches discipline." "Is Trunks going into the military?" Bulla asked. Vegeta took the bread out of the cabinet. "No." Vegeta said. "He's going to learn to own the Capsule Corp some day, or at least thats what his mother says." Vegeta cursed as mayonaise plopped onto the countertop. He wiped it up with his glove and then licked it off. How sick. He doesn't know where his hands had been. "Okay guys!" Bulma said in her naturally loud voice as she came in the kitchen. "Here's all your clothes you can go put up. Oh, and your underwear!" She gave them to Bulla. "Oh, you know I dont like to see those!" Vegeta groaned. "Common sense, Bulma!" He turned his head as Bulla ran into her bedroom. "Thats weird." Bulma said. "You cant even look at the underwear of a 7 year old." She rolled her eyes. "Besides, I have some for you too." She gave them to Vegeta and he went and put them in his dresser drawer. He stabbed himself on a pocket knife. Blood ran down one of his fingers and through his glove. He ripped off the glove and it was pretty deep. And, it hurt like something awful. He squeezed his finger as hard as he could manage, and he heard it snap. "OW!" He screamed. "I guess I dont know my own strength." He said through gritted teeth. "What is it?" Bulma asked, running into the bedroom. She saw the blood running down Vegeta's finger. "Oh, your fingers bleeding!" She cried, and she ran and squeezed it. "OWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!" Vegeta yowled. "I already tried that, and it snapped." Bulma looked at it. It was purple and resembled a sausage. A bloody one. "Um, go put it under the water faucet." She said. "On cold water....and.." She wasn't really sure what to do. Vegeta ran into their bathroom and turned on the cold water. He stuck his finger underneath it.........and......The water hitting it made it turn very painful. It was bent sideways instead of frontways. And when he tried to move it, It didn't respond. Bulma came in with a hot water bottle. "Why is it you tell me to run it under COLD water and then you bring me a heat bottle?" Bulma looked at the finger, now turning black. "Oh dear......" She said. "Maybe you better put something on it?" Vegeta looked at the finger, then back at her. "LIKE WHAT, NEOSPORIN?! ITS AN INSIDE INJURY, STUPID!" Bulma was winced back. "Sorry. Sorry I said anything." She said. Vegeta didn't mean to say it. But he didn't say sorry, either. "And I meant something like a bandage." Vegeta nodded. "Oh." There was a moment of awkward silence. "You know, maybe we should call my parents and ask?" Bulma said. "My mom knows these things." Vegeta nodded, and Bulma grabbed the phone and dialed.
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It was a long and frustrating conversation with Bulma's mother. She told Bulma to take Vegeta to the minor emergancy clinic and see if he had broken a bone in his hand and not his finger, and to see if he needed stitches in the cut. "She was a lot of help." Vegeta mumbled as him and Bulma walked into the Minor Emergency clinic. They had left Bulla with Akurei and his son. "Now wait right here while I go to the reception desk and sign you in." Vegeta winced. The finger was throbbing and it was black mixed with dark purple. Bulma thought it looked like the sky right before a storm. But she was one of those people who day dreamed a whole lot, so to her it probley could have looked like a dog. "Hurry up." Vegeta told her. "It hurts something awful." Bulma nodded and patted Vegeta on the back. "You can handle being punched from side to side by Majin Buu, but not a broken finger? God, Vegeta." "Shut up." Vegeta said. "Its not my fault. Its also cut." The cut was still slowly oozing blood. Bulma completed scirbbing her name into the sheet and turned it in. "Okay, go right in." Said the man at the reception desk with a smile. Bulma and Vegeta walked into the back. Vegeta was holding his hand up really high because that seemed to ease the pain just a little bit. They walked into a room with a little old doctor. "How are we today?" He asked. Vegeta gazed gape- mouthed. He recognized him. "YOU!" He screamed. He pointed a shaking finger. (Not the broke one). It was Dr. Fagface, his most hated Dr. This Dr. enjoyed flirting with Bulma, and this was one of Vegeta's biggest Pet Peeves. On their last encounter, Dr. Fagface had lost an arm. It was still gone, but only up to the shoulder. It was eerie. "No, Im not your doctor." Fagface said with a grim tone. "I had to become a nurse after I lost my arm. But not to worry." He said. "I'll leave your lady alone this time." Bulma nodded. "Thank you very much sir....now about my husband's finger..." Fagface's face lit up. "Oh, yes." He looked at it. "Im not a Dr., so I cant tell you if it needs stitches because I dont have that authority anymore, but I need to give him a Tetanus Booster, because whatever cut him looks like it was pretty rusty." Vegeta nodded. "Would you HURRY? Im in pain." He hopped up on the bed. "Ill be right back with your tetanus booster." He walked out. "Bulma, whats a Tetunus Booster?" He asked. She wrung out her purse. "Um, its a, its a shot, honey." Vegeta looked around. "Shot? What is a shot? Does it hurt?" Bulma looked even more nervous. "A shot is when they stick a needle in you to inject medicine.....and yes, Tetanus Boosters do hurt, to be honest, but you CANT blow the guy away. You just CANT. Okay?" Vegeta slowly nodded. "PROMISE." Bulma said. "Promise." Vegeta said. Then the doctor came back in, and Vegeta saw how long the neelde was. "Your not going to....stick it all in there, um, are you?" Vegeta asked, eyeing Bulma. "yes, Im afraid we are." Fagface said. Vegeta gasped. "NO! Id blow you away if I hadn't promised my wife." Bulma winked. "Thats gonna hurt!" Vegeta whined. "Sit still." Instructed the nurse as he rubbed down Vegeta's arm with cotton. "That makes my skin tingly." Vegeta said. "What is it? Is it tainted? Are you trying to kill me?" Fagface roolled his eyes and borught the needle close to Vegeta's arm. His breath caught in his throat. Then the nurse touched the needle to his skin and pushed on the injector. It went a few centimeters and.....Stuck. Vegeta was very muscular. "owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww~" Vegeta screamed. "Hurry! tAKE IT OUT, IT HURTS!" His arm twanged with pain. Fagface shoved it really hard, and it slid in the rest of the way. A drop of blood showed up on the skin's surface. "Ow." Veg6eta said, rubbing his arm. The Dr. stuck a band-aid on the wound. Then he left the room. "He doesn't have the RIGHT to hurt me like that." Vegeta scorned. "I am the Prince of all Saiyans. If I was still on my planet, he would have died on our first encounter for messing with royalty's women." Bulma rolled her eyes. She was working on cross stiching. "There you go with that Prince stuff again. I thought you were over that phase." Vegeta shrugged and looked at his estranged extremety. It was purplish black, swollen to the size of a sausage, and hurting like hell. "When will he be back?" Vegeta cried. "Im tired of waiting." he shifted on the table. "WOULD YOU STOP WHINING?! Bulma screeched. " IM TRYING TO DO THIS CROSSSTICHING AND YOU'VE CAUSED ME TO SCREW UP THREE TIMES ALREADY!" Vegeta was about to fire a terribly mean comeback pun when the doctor strolled in. "'bout time!" Vegeta said. The doctor saw how terrible the finger was upon entering. "Hello. Im Doctor Tidbit. How are you today?" Bulma noticed how extremely handsome the doctor was. "Hello, doctor. My husband thinks he broke his finger." The doctor looked at it from a distance. "May I see it up close, Mr. Breifs?" The doctor asked. Vegeta hesitated, but then he nodded. "Oh, it looks just about--" The doctor cricked the bone the wrong way with a sickening crack. Pain split through it and it popped back into place. "OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OW OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Bulma pricked herself with the needle. "I SAID SHUT YOUR PIE HOLE!" Bulma said. "But Im in pain.....what? Pie hole?" Bulma groaned and went back to her sewing. A long trail of blood went behind her finger on the peice she was working on. "Yes, its broke.'The doctor said. "So we're going to put on a hand cast to keep it steady, and we're also going to put 3 stitches in that cut of yours." Vegeta groaned. More pain.
Bonerz had ashed hair and face. 'YOU HIT EVERYTHING BUT THE TARGETS WITH THAT GUN!" He shouted. "You shot the hat right off my head, leaving these ash marks!" Bonerz squished two bullets in his hand. "Your a terrible soldier!" Trunks shrugged. "Will you be able to fix the cafeteria before lunch?" he asked. "I know I overdid it and it will be hard to get done, but....." "YOU ARE PAYING FOR EVERY SINGLE BIT OF THE DAMAGE!" Bonerz cried. He held a paper in Trunks' face. "THE DAMAMGE ESTIMATE IS 7000 DOLLARS, YOU IDIOT!" Trunks gasped and covered his mouth. "Aw well." he said. "My parents will wire me the money." The guy spit at Trunks' feet. "What do you have to say for yourself?!" He whispered firmly. Trunks shrugged. "My bad." Bonerz chased Trunks into his room.
By the time they got home, Vegeta looked like he had just fought the Viatnam. "Ow, my finger hurts." Vegeta whined. "Its only 5:00 PM, and I want to go to bed." Bulma opened her mouth to tell him to go ahead, but then she remembered. "VEGETA!" She said, grabbing his arm. "We had a Birthday Party at the country club at 7:00! Thats two hours we have to get ready! Remember, it's Agnis's birhtday?" Agnis was a whiny old lady at the country club. "I dont want to go anywhere with my finger like this." Vegeta said, looking at the ugly blue cast. In Bulma's big, bubbly handwriting, it said her name on it because she'd sighned it. "Well, you have to!" Bulma said. "I can't go alone! Please do it! For me?!" Vegeta slowly nodded. "Fine. But Im going dressed as I am. You can dress up." Bulma smilied and nodded. Even though she didn't like Agnis, she wanted to dress up and impress her.
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Later, Vegeta was laying on the couch watching a cheesy romance filck. Sometimes he liked them, sometimes not. Biulma came walking down the stairs, and caught Vegeta's immediate attention. His jaw dropped to the tile. "D*mn!" He said. "That's my kind of outfit!" "What do you mean?" Bulma asked, applying dark red lipstick. "I mean, Its pretty hot." She was wearing a tight red miniskirt and a tight top that showed her midriff, dark red lipstick, silver eyeshadow, pink blush, and hoop earings. "Thanks." She said. "What are you watching?" He told her what it was. "Remember that one time we watched a movie and it made you cry?" Bulma asked. Vegeta nodded. "Yes, but I've asked you not to mention that." V Vegeta's finger let out a throb and he yelped. "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" He screamed. "Shut up." Bulma said. "Thats bad for your vocal cords." Vegeta didn't care if it was bad for his vocal cords! he was in pain! "Let's go!" Vegeta said. "I cant wait to see how fat Agnis has gotten!"
"He's making me pay for all the damage I caused." trunks said. "I think he said 7,000? Im not sure." He was talking to Goten. "Well at least your folks are rich enough to pay off the debt." Goten said. "But your dad is really mad at you right now. Im not sure he willwant to send you anything." Trunks shrugged. "Im sorry for almost shooting you. I was aiming for the side of the building." Goten shrugged. "No problem." That snooty kid waltzed in. He wasn't wearing such a snooty look, but a rebellious one. "Trunks!" He said. He knew Trunks name, and Trunks knew his. It was Charles. "What kind of game was that? Your parents are nice enough to put you through a wonderful school like this and you do that? You should be proud of the family u were born into, wealth and power! Cars and swimming pools! Girls and....." He kept babbling. "Shut up!" trunks said. "Im in this school because i WAS SO BAD,not that its any of your buisness anyway." Charles looked suprised. "Because you were bad? Well, I have news for you. Tommarows' our first practice mission." Trunks laughed. "Aw well. They're just little fake tasks those boneheads make you do. Makes no difference. I dont need to be trained to be fast; ,my dad is one of the strongest fighters in the universe." He flipped through a dirty magazine. "Well, I hope you'll be happy when you fail the course." Trunks sighed. "Yes, MOTHER, I'm sure that I will." Chales walked out. "I hate him." trunks said. "Tomarrow, let's fail the mission, and hope he's on our team. That way we're sure to make him mad."
Vegeta and Bulma walked into the Country club. Agnis walked up. "Why, hello.".She said, snootily."You brought that husband of yours, too?" Bulma nodded."I told you I was going to, Agnis. Where's your husband?" Agnis started to cry. "He died an untimely death. But I did bring someone." Vegeta tried to act interested. "Who?" He asked. "C'mere, Dahling!" Agnis called into the crowd. There was no answer. "Dahling! Dahhhhhling!" A woman stepped out of the crowd. Not just ANY woman. A dazzling blonde woman who was beautiful. "Oh,HEll-O!" Vegeta said. "Im Vegeta. And this is my wife, Bulma! How are you doing today?" The woman sniffled. She looked to be about 30. "My Dahling is sad that this is the eigth birthday of her child, that she lost contact with. Its a terrible story." Vegeta nodded. "Yes, It is! But me and Bulma have children to spare! You can have Trunks, a 17ar old!" Bulma slapped Vegete. 'No. Hes not for sale." The girl sniffled. "His name was Kilo. He was only 2 when I saw him last. Me and his father met in a stroip club in a jail, and it didn't work out." "KILO?!" Vegeta and Bulma said at the same time. Then they both turned to talk. "Bulma! Could it be--?" "Did your one-nite-stand have Black hair, black eyes, was really handsome and talked in a charming french accent?" Bulma asked. "Yes." The girl said. "I still remember him, how I asked him why he shot a powerball and he said it was because he was doing a magic trick." Vegeta and Bulma huddled togather again. "Should we tell Akurei about this?" Bulma asked. "No." Vegeta said. "We'll never speak of it again! A woman would ruin Akurei's life." Bulma nodded. Suddenly, the Country Club door opened up really fast. An Ugly, fat man with a gun entered. He pointed it at Agnis. Vegeta was silently cheering in his mind. "Give me all your money!" he screeched. "No." Agnis said. "You can go ahead and--" 3 gun shots rang through the air, all hitting Agnis. She screamed and pitched to the floor. "Is anyone going to refuse me?" Vegeta and Bulma looked around. Everyone else had ran. "Yes." Bulma said. "Your not getting any of our money, so just go away." The ugly man grabbed Bulma around the waste. "Hey! Thats my wife!" Vegeta said. The fat man ran out with her. "Bulma!" He gaqsped, and he fired Powerballs at the man. 3 small ones hit him, but he managed to get up. "Bring me my wife back!" Vegeta said, and he chased the man. Bulma was screaming and crying. Vegeta flew after the man, but the man jumped into a car and drove off.
"What?" Trunks asked. "Somebody stole mother?" He noticed his dad sounded very worried. "Yeah." Vegeta said. "They just snatched her up because we woulden't give them money." Trunks gasped. "Maybe they'll send a ransom note?" He asked. He figured now wasn't the best time to ask for wired money. "I hope so." Vegeta said. "But what if they don't? I need you to come home for a while, Trunks, to help me care for your sister and find her. Can you do that?" Trunks didn't know if he wanted to go home to a dad who sent him to Boot Camp, then vilated his privacy by searching his room. "I dont know if they'll let me." Trunks said, lying to Vegeta. "It'll take me about 2 days to get ahold of the head dude and ask." Vegeta cursed. "Well, just fly home anyway." "No can do." Trunks said."They have guards all over the place. If I try to leave, I'll be shot down. You'll just have to give me time to wait." Vegeta sighed. "Alright, trunks. Good luck, and hurry." Vegeta hung up, and Trunks howled with laughter. "Some fat guy took my mom!" He said. Goten didn't think of that as amusing. "Dad wanted me to come home And try my luck at hepling me find her and bust the creep." Trunks said. "But I'm still mad at them. I dont wanna go home just to be sent right back." Goten was very angry at Trunks for letting personal grudges before his own mother. "I'll go." Goten said. "Maybe I can seduce the hot secretary." He looked all dreamy. "That wont be necesary." Trunks said. "Just fly away in the middle of the night, but make sure you take care of the guards first." Goten nodded. "Call your dad and tell him I'll be there in around two hours." Trunks nodded and dialed Vegeta on the cell phone. "What?" Vegeta asked. He sounded depressed. "I wanna tell you Goten is coming to help. He'll be there in around two hours." "If Goten can get away, why can't yo--" trunks hung up on Vegeta, because he was on to him.
Vegeta threw his cell phone down. He rubbed his forhead, because he had a monster headache. he dialed up the police. "Hello? West City Police department?" He asked into the phone as soon as he heard it answered. "yes, this is the Sheriff." It said. "Sheriff Doofy, to be exact." Vegeta's eyes widened. I can't tell them she was kidnapped. Vegeta said. If I did, they'd consider me a Vigilante when I beat his brains out. "I um....I just wanted to know Everything that can possibly happen to KIDNAPPED hostage?" Doofy cleared his throat. "They can be strangled, beaten to death, burned to death, raped, molested, volated, and killed. Endless possibilitys. Oh. Or, they could be found alive and well. 50/50 chance." Vegeta's breathing speeded up. "Was wrong?" Doofy asked. "Someone kidnapped?" Vegeta tried to calm down. "Um, no." He put the phone in it's cradle. "I don't want anyone raping MY wife!" Vegeta said. Bulla ran in. "Papa, what does 'rape' mean?" Vegeta guestured at her. "Go play in your room......mommy will be back soon." Vegeta ripped a big old patch of hair right out of his head. Then, the phone rang. Vegeta picked it up. "Hello?" He yelled into it. "It's me!" Said a famiolier voice. "BULMA?!" Vegeta yelled. "Yeah. Its me." Vegeta was relieved. "Are you okay? Did that guy hurt you?" Bulma's breath shuddered. "he burned me with a cigeratte. Then I noticed how expensive the cigeratte was, and I asked him how many people he'd kidnapped to get that much money." Vegeta heard the man in the background. "I have to go. I love you!" The phone hung up. "GOD D*MMIT!" Vegeta yelled into the sky. He tried to track the call. It said, 'Micky Mouse' on the coller ID. "This guy knows how to hide his tracks." Vegeta resolved.He closed his eyes and concentrated really, really hard. "Maybe I can sense your life force, Bulma." he said to himself. He was used to talking to someone, but now sence she was gone and Bulla was playing, he was talking to himself. But he coulden't sense the life force. "Her life force is so tiny..." He said. "It's hard to sense." He layed down on the couch and tried to think. "Stupid fat guy! If I had the chance I'd chop him up into little peices and shove him into a meat griner and eat him like a hot dog." Then Vegeta screamed because he felt like screaming.
