Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any other trademarked material in this
fanfiction.
Warning-I tend to get nasty or sexual.
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"I'm so ashamed of you, Vegeta!" Bulma screamed at Vegeta. He hung his head. "Well it was nasty BBQ!" He replayed the scnene in his head where he had turned over the table of food because he was so disgusted. "That Chi Chi can't cook worth a sh*t!" Bulma shoved Vegeta into the loveseat, and he tumped it over and fell on his butt in the floor. "You are SUCH an embarrasment to me sometimes!" Bulma said. Vegeta was sad. "Don't say things you'll regret later, now...." Vegeta said. Bulma slapped him as hard as she could. "I won't regret that later!" Then she kicked him in the shin. "Hey! Stop it!" Vegeta said, but they started pushing and shoving eachother. They continued doing this and cussing at eachother until Bra ran in. "Stop it! Stop it now! It's 7:58 and Rehmon will be here any minute! I don't want him to see what a terrible family I have!" Bulma scoffed and pushed Vegeta into the wall one last time. "He already knows how terrible we are." Bulma said. Bra made a Cruella Devil face, and ran up to her room.
"I have the perfect suits for him so he doesn't look like a greaser anymore!" Bra said. There was a pimp jacket, a hot pink shirt and some lime green pants. "He'll look just like a pimp!" She clasped her hands and smiled at the outfit choice. She was ecstatic about the fact that she would soon see him again. But she was even more ecstatic when she heard the doorbell rang. Vegeta screamed like a werewolf. Bra ran down the stairs. "Get outta my house ya skum!" Vegeta said. He looked like he was throwing his boot at somebody. "Dad! Let him in!" Bra said, running toward him. "He's an evil scum!" Vegeta said, throwing his boot at the person outside the door. "There. He's gone." Vegeta said. "Dad! Why did you chase off Rehmon?" Bra asked. "It wasn't Rehmon, it was--AH!" Vegeta said. "he's back!" In the door was a pimply faced, red haired, teenager. "Garsh!" Said the teenager. He sounded like Goofy on the mickey mouse cartoons. "Oh, get out of here. You look like the hunchback of Notre Dame." Bra said. The teenager ran out. "Maybe he decided not to come." Bra said. "I mean, you guys ARE so mean to him."
Vegeta flounced on the couch. "Veggie will try to be nice to Rehmon tonight, won't you, Veggie?" Bulma asked Vegeta with a mean look on her face. "Yes, Bulma, I'll try for you, this one time." Said Vegeta. "But I'm not going to make any promises, you understand?" Bulma nodded. "I understand." She was kind of horny at the moment. Vegeta realized that. She was a very horny lady. "Is that a motorcycle I hear??" Bra asked, exited. "Yes, unfortunatly." Said Vegeta. "Bra, why don't you go shovel dog crap? Maybe you'll stink so bad he won't wanna come in?" Bra scowled and opened the door. She ran outside just as Rehmon drove up on his motorcycle. Vegeta and Bulma went out after Bra. "Hello!" Bulma said cheerfully. Rehmon waved. "You need a helmet." Vegeta grumbled. "I never let Trunks ride his motorcycle without a helmet....your parents must be turning over in their graves." Rehmon made a mad face. "Well your not my dad." He got off the motorcycle and propped it up. "I rented an apartment in the city!" Rehmon said. "What city is that?" Asked Bulma. "West city!" Rehmon finished. All their jaws dropped. "West City?!" Bulma asked, knowing it was the rich city. "Yep." Rehmon said. "It's a really nice little apartment." Bulma slapped her forhead. "But Rehmon....unless you have a d*mn good job, you won't be able to keep the apartment for more than a month!" Rehmon's eyes widened. "I didn't think about having to pay them for it. I just gave them the 100 dollar deposit. And the 200 dollar pet deposit." Vegeta's eyes got big this time. "A PET? You, a ruthless, cold blooded killer got a pet? I'll bet it's a snake, huh?" Rehmon made a face. "I didn't come here to be insulted. And no, I wanna get a doggy." Bra was adored. "A doggy? Oh, I love dogs!" Rehmon nodded. "Me too. But I hate bats. Little sons of b*tches gave me rabies..." He continuted to talk to himself. "SO!" Bulma said, trying to change the subject. "Would you like to come in? Have a drink?" Bra grabbed him. "NO, he's coming with me because I bought him some new clothes today after the barbecue. He wants to see them." Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Bra, does he make you horny?" Bra blushed furiously. "Um, no, dad! I just wanna be friends!!" She was lying terribly. He made her want to come in her pants.
"Come on, Rehmon." She said. He followed her up the stairs, and when they opened the door to her pink room he was uphauled. "Wowzers. That's a nice room. I've never seen anything so fancy before." She had a canopy bed and everything. "Oh, it's not that great. Take off those clothes and I'll give you some new ones." Rehmon didn't object at all, and when Bra turned around, she saw Rehmon in no shirt and just underwear. His body was as gorgeous as his face. "Wow..." Bra said. He blushed. "Can I have some clothes, please? Not that I object to you looking at me, it's just that it's mighty cold in here." Bra didn't know if that was a complement or not.
"Oh, u look so cute!" Bra said. "Look at yourself in the mirror!" Rehmon turned around and looked in the mirror. The image staring back at him was horrible; skin tight leather lime green pants, a hot pink shirt, and a yellow plaid jacket. He looked just like a pimp. "I look like a whore seller!" Rehmon said. He twirled around in the mirror. "No, you look adorable!" Said Bra. Rehmon unzipped the pants. "No thanks. Got anything else?" Bra nodded. "Sure I do. But these were so expensive..." She put on her Bambi eyes. "Oh alright, I will wear them sometimes. But I wanna see if you have anything more....casual." Bra nodded. "Yep I do." She pulled out an ourfit that was like this-Jeans, a black shirt, and a leather jacket. "Put these on. They look like 'you'." Rehmon nodded and put them on.
"Oh my gosh! That is the perfect outfit for you!" Bra said, clapping. "You look like a movie star. Twirl around for a second!" He twirled around and around. "You look great! Perfect for a guy like you." Rehmon nodded. "I like it. I want to go show Bulma." He stepped out of the room. Bulma and Vegeta were talking on the loveseat, and when they looked up, they were both amazed. "Yeah, he looks like a biker alright." Vegeta said. Bulma clasped her hands. "I think he looks great, Vegeta! He looks so handsome." Vegeta growled. "Hey! Watch what you say! I'm your husband; remember?" Bulma nodded. "Yes, Vegeta....but he looks sexy!" Vegeta stood up and huffed his chest out. "I'M sexy too, though." Bra laughed. "Well, I helped him be handsome." Rehmon sulked. He thought she meant he wasn't handsome before. "Now all we need to do is get u some cologne and a brush." They both romped back up the stairs.
"Is it just me, or DOES she look like she's going to come over that dude?"Vegeta asked. Bulma nodded. "Yeah she does. Like she's going to come in her pants." Bulma picked up her magazine and started reading it. "Your so boring!" Vegeta said. "Stop reading and have sex with me or something." He put his feet on the coffee table and breathed twice like a dove. "Get your feet off my table!" Bulma said. "Why don't you go spy on our daughter and her new lover?" She licked her thumb and turned the page. Vegeta grew red in the face. "That is NOT her new lover!" He pointed up the stairs. "YOUR the one that had sex with that guy! Your just jelous because he doesn't want a peice of your @$$ anymore! Are you bored of me? Do you wish I would try some new tricks?" He expected Bulma to say no and laugh, but she looked at him grimly and nodded. "Yes. I wish you would try some new tricks." That statement his Vegeta like a baseball bat. "I...But I..." Bulma was only saying this so maybe he would leave her alone. "I have a trick to try RIGHT NOW." He said. "Want me to show you?" Bulma growled. "Just go away! If u want to f*ck someone, f*ck yourself!" He was sad. "But I don't want to f*ck myself. I want to f*ck you." Bulma just turned the page in her magazine. "I need some sex books." Vegeta said, and he walked out the front door.
"Thanks for the clothes." Rehmon said. "I think I had better go on home now. I have to go clean my new house, even though I have no idea how." Bra nodded. "It's been really fun!" She gave Rehmon a couple hundred dollars for grocerys. "Dad doesn't want me to help you pay your rent. But if you want me to, I will." Rehmon nodded. "Seeya." He said. He floated out the window to his Harley Davidson motorcycle and revved it up before he drove away. Bra layed down on the bed and listened to his motorcycle go away before having many explicit sexual fantasies about him. That's when she heard Trunks knock on the door. "Come in.": Bra said. Trunks came in. "Bra, I need to give you 'the talk'." He said. Bra rolled her eyes. "You guys waited too long. I already had sex." Trunks waved her off. "Well I'm going to give you the talk anyway." He grabbed two Barbies. "This is Johnson and Marie." Bra looked at Trunks funny. "But those are two GIRL Barbies, Trunks." Trunks shrugged. "You don't have a Ken doll. Bare with me, here." "Isn't dad supposed to give me 'the talk'?" Trunks looked at the ground sadly. "No....when he tried to give me my 'talk' he giggled so much he wet his pants."
"Anyway, when Johnson and Marie met eachother, they liked eachother so much they had a one night stand with all the--" He imitated thrusting motions of sex. "And the--" He made them do it standing up. "And the, 'OH YES, Johnson!" Trunks said in a female tone. He looked like he was enjoying it all too well. Then he noticed Bra staring at him and he stopped. "Did I mention that is the wrong thing to do? But, I've never had sex, so I hope what I just showed you was right." Bra's eyes got big. "Your a VIRGIN? Whoa!" She started laughing. Trunks was grim. "N*E ways, the right thing to do is not have sex till your married. And then you can do all the--" He made the thrusting motions of sex with the Barbies once again. "And the--" He made them do it standing up again. "And the, 'OH YES, JOHNSON'." Then he threw the Barbies down and ran out. But in about 5 seconds he came back, took the Barbies and then went back into his room.
Vegeta was looking at the aisle of sex books. "Which ones show nifty tricks to use on your wife if she's bored of you?" Vegeta asked the very nervous clerk. "This one's good." She said. "It sparked up me and my sisters--Or I mean, lover's sex life." Vegeta picked it up. "But this is a sex book for gays! I'm not gay!" The clerk smiled. "It's a unique change." Then she walked off. Vegeta rolled his eyes and looked at the book more. "This one has colored photos." He said, opening it. The colored photos weren't very nice, so he put it back down again.
"But this one comes with a video!" Said Vegeta. Vegeta loved movies, so he put that one in his basket. Next he looked a little father down. A big orange star on the cover of one said, 'New improved positions'. Vegeta picked it up and flipped through it. "This one has some pretty pleasurable things in it, it looks like." Vegeta said. Then there was a book called 'Erotica' that had pictures in it desighned to make couples horny. He flipped through it and decided he had to have it, so he put it in the basket. He was walking down the hall when he bumped into a man. "HEY!" He said. "Watch it, Mister!" He was rather short, so he had to look up into their face. It was Rehmon!!! Vegeta leaped backwards in a karate stance. "What are you doing in the sex book aisle!?" Vegeta was rather embarrased to be caught here. Rehmon cleared his throat. "Um.....same thing YOUR doing here I guess." Rehmon picked up the books in Vegeta's shopping buggy. "Ha! This one comes with a video." Rehmon said. "You know what KIND of video, dontcha?" Vegeta growled and snatched away the video. "Yes, I know it's a movie and I love movies. So if u don't mind, would you PLEASE LEAVE?" Rehmon looked hurt. "Sure I'll leave. You and Bulma gotta come see my apartment sometime. It's real nice. It's apartment #345. Catch ya later!" Said Rehmon, and walked off, picking up 2 or 3 books along the ways. He was whistling a tune. "As far as I know, he's not hooked up with anybody." Vegeta said. "So I wonder why he's here? Aw well." He checked out his 'books' and went home.
"I'm HO-OME!" Vegeta said when he walked in the house. Bulma was reading and Bra was eating some cereal. "Hello, Papa." She said. Vegeta waved at her. "I got those....'books' we wanted, Bulma....and you'll never guess who I saw in the aisle?" Bulma's eyes widened. "Who was in THAT aisle?" She asked. "What aisle? Who?" Bra pondered. Bulma started laughing. "It was Rehmon." Vegeta said. "I ran into him." Bra's eyes turned into hearts. "Rehmon? What aisle was he on? What books were he getting?" Vegeta ignored her. "Really?" Bulma asked. Vegeta nodded. "No lies. If you wanna look at these, I'm putting them in the beareu drawer in our room. We can flip through them tonight." Bulma nodded and giggled.
"You didn't answer my question." Bra said. "What books was he getting?" Vegeta looked up as he tried to think of an alibi. "he was.....was....Buying books on dogs. What kinds of dogs to get, exetera." Bra raised an eyebrow. "Why were YOU on the dog aisle, Papa?" Vegeta cleared his throat. "I wasn't. I was cutting through. Do you have to question everything I do?" Bra piffed air out through her lips like a horse. "REOWR." She said. "I was just asking. You don't have to go apesh*t." put her bowl in the sink and went up to bed. Vegeta got a soda.
The next morning, Vegeta noticed Bulma was baking a pie. "Mmmm! Smells delicious. What's the occasion?" Vegeta asked her. Bulma popped it in the oven and wiped her hands on her apron. "No occasion. I'm baking a pie for Rehmon to take over to his house. He wants us to see his apartment." Vegeta was sad. "But I want some of the pie. Do you think he will give me some?" Bulma nodded. "If your nice he will. Outta my way." Vegeta moved out of the way as she got in the fridge and got a beer. "We can't let Bra come." Vegeta said. "I agree." Bulma said. Finally, they were agreeing about something. "No argument?" Vegeta asked. Bulma shook her head. "But we might have one from Bra. She probley really wants to come." Vegeta nodded. "Yep." At that moment, Bra came down the stairs in her normally slutty attire. "Who's the pie for?" She asked. "I want some." Bulma shook her head. "We're taking it over to Rehmon's. You won't get any unless he brings some over." Bra raised her eyebrow. "But when I go over there with you guys, he'll probley give me some, remember? He likes me." Bra and Vegeta looked at eachother. "Your not coming." Vegeta said finally. Bra's eyes widened. "WHAT?" She asked. "Of course I am!" Bulma shook her head. "WE both decided that it would be best if you guys didn't see eachother so often." Said Vegeta. Bra picked up Vegeta's baby plant and tossed it at his head.
"My baby plant!" Vegeta said. he grabbed the broken plant, which had bounced off his head, and cradled it. "What was the big idea, Miss B*tch?" Bulma asked. "You almost killed your father!" She ran over to examine his head. "Back off. I'm fine." Said the embarrased Vegeta. "But YOUR grounded!" He said, pointing at Bra. "You don't throw plants at me! Especially BABY plants." Bra shook her head. "You can't keep ME from going. Trunks will fly me over there, right Trunks?" He looked up from his breakfast. "Sure. Anything to break the rules." Vegeta hurled the baby plant at Trunks. It hit him in the arm. "Stop throwing things!" Bulma said. "Bra. Your not going, and Trunks, you ain't taking her. Understood?" Everyone nodded except Bra. "I am going! you can't stop me!" She ran and jumped out the window. "She doesn't know the apartment number." Said Vegeta. Bulma smiled and took out the pie.
Bra got to the West City apartment complex. It was a beautiful place-- but very, very expensive at 950 dollars a month. Without a job, Rehmon woulden't be able to live there long. "Let's see. .....which one is his?" Asked Bra to herself. She saw his Harley in the parking lot, and his helmet hanging off it. She looked at the seat, and it was exilerating that Rehmon had been strattling it just last night. She hugged the Harley, then looked up at all the buildings. None of the nice looking sculpted balconeys looked like one Rehmon would live in. There were alot of ivory carvings on the sides of the Apartment complex, and one of the carvings was of an elephants head. The tusks carved in it were bery sharp. Bra imagined someone being speared on it and shuddered.
The only downside of living in those apartments was it was right by a zoo. It stunk to high heavens. The ones closest to the zoo only costed a fraction of the price of the one Rehmon lived in. Bra was about to give up and go home, because she didn't know which one Rehmon lived in, when a young girl came out of the apartment #346. "Hello?" Bra said, running over to her. "A new tennant moved into his complex a couple of days ago. He has black hair, he's really tall, and he drives this Harley. Can you tell me where he lives?" The pretty lady stared at Bra a couple of minutes more. "You mean the sexy one, don't you? He lives next door to me. #345." "Thanks!" Bra said, and she ran up to that one.
Vegeta and Bulma arrived at Rehmon's complex. "I expected her to be standing in the parking lot." Vegeta said, opening the door to his Ferrari and getting out. "She doesn't know where he lives. I wonder where she is." Bulma got out and gave the pie to Veggie. "I'll go and knock on the door to see if he's in a position to answer." She ran up the stairs. Vegeta noticed her slip was showing, like it was often now. He didn't like that. He ran up with Bulma to tell her to keep her from future embarrasment, and he found something weird. When Bulma knocked on the door, it opened right up. The door wasn't caught at all. When it swung open, there was a greusome sight.
Rehmon was on top of BRA on the sofa and they were making out heavily. Two of the buttons on Bra's shirt were undone. "BRAAA!" Vegeta shouted at the top of his lungs. "What are you doing? Your not a member of the U.S.O! Get up!" Bra continued to make out with Rehmon, but he was staring at them. "I don't think I will." Bra said between kisses. Vegeta ran up and shoved Rehmon off his daughter. Rehmon hit the floor with a thump. "I'm sorry....I don't know what came over me!" Rehmon said. Bra sat up on the couch. "PAPA! I don't bother you and mom when I can hear you guys having sex!"
But Vegeta wasn't paying any attention to Bra. "My daughter is 16 years old!" He roared. Bra decided to butt in. "Well I'm old enough! At least I don't screw around with EVIL people, like mother did." Bulma placed her hands on her hips. "You shut up!" She said. Then she walked over and smashed the pie in Rehmon's face. "Use your lips for something useful." She said. "Besides giving my daughter jollies. I guess we'll have to start locking her up or something." Rehmon shook his head. "No! I promise I'll won't do it ever again!" Bra groaned. "But MOM! I liked it!" Rehmon smiled a little at that. "Bra, you go home right now and think about what you've done!" Vegeta said. Bra waved at Rehmon. "Bye." She said quietly and went out of the house, hugging herself. Of course she would think about what she had done. But not in the way Vegeta had intended.
After Vegeta and Bulma were finshed seeing his house, Rehmon was sitting on the couch watching TV with a bowl of popcorn. He knew Vegeta and Bulma were afraid that Rehmon would get involved with Bra, and they probley woulden't let him see her anymore. But he wanted to see her again. She was just so hot. And she liked to dress like a slut, and Rehmon loved slutty girls. She was also a pretty good kisser, just like her mother used to be. Seeing Bulma old and saggy was kind of disruptive to Rehmon. Bra was just like a young version of Bulma, except prettier, and skinnier. He would call tomarrow and ask to speak to Bra. If they said no, then he would know they didn't want him to see her anymore.
When Vegeta and Bilma got home, they immediatly started yelling at Bra, much to Trunks' dismay. "What were you thinking? That's a 23 year old man, Bra! He's seven years older than you, and in my book, that's too old!" Bulma yelled. "That was disgusting....seeing that snake's lips slobber all over your neck...." Vegeta said, and shuddered. "For your information, I LIKED it. Matter of facts, I LOVED it. He's a great kisser. Better than Goten, even. And he's really hot. He looks like a movie star." Bra sighed and stared off into space.
"Stop having sexual fantasies and listen to us!" Vegeta said. "I don't want you to ever see that man again. EVER. Every time we're at a gathering that he will be at, you will stay home. Everytime we're opening CHRISTMAS presents and he's there, you will unwrap yours in your room. Do you understand me?" Bra mocked his words. "Yeah right. I'll see him if I want, every chance I get. And you can't stop me!" She spit in Vegeta's face. He wiped it off. "You want me to whip out my baby plant?" Vegeta asked. "You won't ever see him again!" Bra ran up into her room and slammed the door. "Aren't u being a little harsh, honey?" Bulma asked Vegeta. "No, I don't think I am, Bulma." Vegeta said. "Do YOU want little Bra's running around? I can't even imagine that!" Bulma nodded. "Me neither. That's a little bit scary, dontcha think." Vegeta nodded. "Whatever. Now she won't see him. Let's go do something constructive." So they went to have sex. (**WARNING**the following scene is very steamy and even a little bit of a light lemon. If you don't like reading things like this, skip over this until you see the **) Bulma was getting down the Clue game because she thought that was constructive. Vegeta had other things in mind. While she was trying to get it down, Vegeta rubbed his hands up and down her waist, making her shiver. "Stop that!" Bulma said. "You'll make me drop all the games." Vegeta didn't stop. "Wait." Bulma said. "Are you coming on to me?" Vegeta kissed her on the neck. "What do u think?" Vegeta asked. Bulma really didn't feel like sex right now. "Vegeta, please, not now. I'm not in the mood." He started massaging her neck. "I can make you in the mood. It's a talent of mine."He started kissing her neck more as he massaged it. She loved Vegeta's massages. He was very good at what he did. Then, he moved his kisses down to the top of her back. Bulma was starting to get in the mood, contrary to popular beleif. "We never got those books out last night." She murmered. She turned around and melted into Vegeta's arms. "I'm too horny to get the books out right now." Said Vegeta. He kissed the top of her head. She flounced backwards on the bed. "Now screw me." She said. He smiled and got on her, and started making out with her. She looked in the closet, past his head, which was kissing her neck. She saw that, out the window, a rope was dangling down from what looked like an upstairs bedroom. Then she realized the window was open and everyone could see Vegeta taking her on this ride, so, not even comprehending the rope, she told Vegeta to close the window before they started. He groaned and pulled off her, then closed the window. Then he came back and started kissing her all over again. He ripped off her shirt, leaving her in a bra. He kissed her stomach and ribs. He was doing most of everything while Bulma enjoyed it. But that was the way he liked it. Pretty soon, he began unbuttoning her pants, and I'm not going to go any farther. You know what happened.(Okay. No more lemon now.**)
Bra stared at the rope dangling out of her window. "Do I want to do this, or not?" She asked herself. She knew how much trouble she would be in if she climbed down the rope to see Rehmon again. But she wanted to make out with him more. He was so good at it. But she figured Vegeta would kill her, so she pulled the rope back up and sighed. She flounced backwards on the bed. "They are so mean to me!" She cried. She scooped Fluffy up in one hand and hurled him across the room. Poor abused cat. "That's just MEAN. I can't even open Christmas presents around him! What if I get something extra nice that I want to show off?" She threw a bed pillow at the wall, this time.
"Wait. Do I have his number?" Bra asked. She dug through her pants. "No...I don't have any peices of paper in here....that means I didn't get it!" She pounded her fists on the nightstand. "D*mn it!" She was about to put her foot through her computer screen, when she realized you could find almost any phone number over the net. So she smiled and bounced into the chair and began her search.
Vegeta awoke in the middle of the night in his bed with Bulma next to him, snoring. He was really bored, but when he looked at the clock it was only 6:00 AM. Earlier than he had thought. "Jesus. It's too early to be awake." He said. But he coulden't seem to keep his eyes closed, even, so he got up and went in the kitchen. Trunks was in there, because he was an insomniac. "hello, Trunks. Why don't u take a sleeping pill?" Trunks yawned. "Because my Insomnia isn't the reason I can't sleep. Bra seems to be....talking to someone up in her room on the phone. I mean, she won't stop. She needs a psychiatrist." Vegeta all the sudden giggled. "What's wrong with you?" Trunks asked. "Bra told me you were....a...VIRGIN!" Vegeta said, then he bursted out laughing. "Oh shut up! You DIED once as a virgin!" Vegeta immediatly snapped his mouth shut. "Well, I'll go look in on Bra and see what the deal is. She might be on the phone with Goten. God, I hope she gets back togather with Goten so she'll stop liking that Rehmon." Vegeta stomped up the stairs. . When he got up to Bra's room, yes, she was talking on the phone. Rather loudly, to be exact. He rapped on the door. "Bra? Bra what are you doing in there?" There was a little silence. "I'm talking on my phone, Papa. Am I bothering anyone?" "YES!" Vegeta answered. "Trunks. Talk a little quieter. Who are you talking to?" There was another breif silence. "Goten, Papa. We're going to hook back up, I think." Vegeta made a little silent cheer. "Okay, honey. Goodnight." He walked back down the hall.
Bra twisted the phone line on her finger. "Yeah. That was Papa; I just had to tell him you were Goten so he woulden't get mad." She said to Rehmon on the phone. "Oh." He said. "Maybe you shoulden't lie to your dad." Bra frowned. "Would you rather me tell him the truth? He says we can't see eachother anymore. And I was sad, because I liked making out with you." Rehmon was silent for a while. "You know, maybe daddy knows best. I mean, Bra, there's tons of other men in the world. Men closer to your age. And there's tons of other women in the world who are my age. So maybe we should just..." Bra was angry. "Your mean! I thought u liked me! What kind of a sicko makes out with girls he doesn't like?" Rehmon was silent. "I wasn't saying I didn't like you. I just don't think we should be a couple. That's all." Bra was silent. She was crushed. "Um....Okay. But how about we go out to Breakfast tomarrow morning? I'll pay." Rehmon didn't give it a second thought. "Sure." He said. "Only as friends, though." Bra nodded.
Vegeta was awake and moving when Bulma crawled out of bed the next morning. "Good morning, Bulma!" He said. "Did you have a good nights' sleep?" She nodded. "After THAT, how could I not?" Vegeta grinned ear to ear. "For breakfast I want Pancakes and sausage with grape jelly. Don't burn the pancakes." Bulma nodded. "Okay, Veggie." Vegeta poured himself a glass of water. "Today, at about noon, I'm going over to Rehmon's to see if I can help him get a job so we won't hafta keep forking over money to him." "That sounds like a good idea." Bulma said. "Tell me--are you being nice to him just to be nice, or to try and get rid of him?" Vegeta took big honking gulp of water. "Door number 2." He said. "I just want him to go away and leave our kids alone." He poured the rest of the water into his baby plants' pot.
Bulma handed him a plate of eggs. "The Pancakes will be ready in a sec." She said. "But I asked for SAUSAGE." He said. Bulma galred at him. "Would you rather eat these eggs, or starve....?" She asked. "Your choice." Vegeta shrugged and dug in to his eggs. Suddenly, Bra came out, dressed normally. "Where are you going?" Asked Vegeta speweing eggs everywhere. "I'm going to Goten's." Vegeta nodded his approval. "Have a nice time." He said, and took another bite. "I dont' care if she screws him. It's better than her making out with Rehmon." Bulma agreed with him. "Amen to that." She said, and she gave him a pancake.
"Mmm." Bra said. "This is good. We picked a good restaurant." Rehmon nodded. He was in his biker outfit Bra bought for him. Bra noticed he looked like a more handsome' version of Vegeta. Especially when he was mad. Eggs were rolling down his lap. "Eat like a human!" Bra snapped. "I hate people who eat bad in public!" Rehmon looked down at his plate sheepishly. "I'm sorry. Gee, I didn't know." Bra smiled. "Well now you do." A peice of bacon slithered out between Rehmon's lips and hit the floor. Bra was about ready to get up and leave, but something stopped her.
"I find it hard to beleive u just wanna be friends with me. Why don't you want to f*ck me?" Bra asked Rehmon. He stared at her. "What, are you used to being f*cked by every guy you know?" Bra nodded. "Yep. Goten f*cked me the first day we met." Rehmon didn't want to hear anymore. "How about we talk about something else?" He asked. "I have been dead for 26 years. But for some reason I don't want to talk about that stuff right now." He shoveled in another bite.
"I'M GETTING READY TO GO TO REHMON'S NOW!" Vegeta said. He was putting on his jecket. "Goodbye, Bulma." She came up and kissed Vegeta goodbye. "Come with me." Vegeta said. "I'll be bored." Bulma grabbed her coat. "Okay. " And they left to try and get Rehmon a job. But they didn't know he wasn't home at the moment.
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end of dis chappie 2
Warning-I tend to get nasty or sexual.
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"I'm so ashamed of you, Vegeta!" Bulma screamed at Vegeta. He hung his head. "Well it was nasty BBQ!" He replayed the scnene in his head where he had turned over the table of food because he was so disgusted. "That Chi Chi can't cook worth a sh*t!" Bulma shoved Vegeta into the loveseat, and he tumped it over and fell on his butt in the floor. "You are SUCH an embarrasment to me sometimes!" Bulma said. Vegeta was sad. "Don't say things you'll regret later, now...." Vegeta said. Bulma slapped him as hard as she could. "I won't regret that later!" Then she kicked him in the shin. "Hey! Stop it!" Vegeta said, but they started pushing and shoving eachother. They continued doing this and cussing at eachother until Bra ran in. "Stop it! Stop it now! It's 7:58 and Rehmon will be here any minute! I don't want him to see what a terrible family I have!" Bulma scoffed and pushed Vegeta into the wall one last time. "He already knows how terrible we are." Bulma said. Bra made a Cruella Devil face, and ran up to her room.
"I have the perfect suits for him so he doesn't look like a greaser anymore!" Bra said. There was a pimp jacket, a hot pink shirt and some lime green pants. "He'll look just like a pimp!" She clasped her hands and smiled at the outfit choice. She was ecstatic about the fact that she would soon see him again. But she was even more ecstatic when she heard the doorbell rang. Vegeta screamed like a werewolf. Bra ran down the stairs. "Get outta my house ya skum!" Vegeta said. He looked like he was throwing his boot at somebody. "Dad! Let him in!" Bra said, running toward him. "He's an evil scum!" Vegeta said, throwing his boot at the person outside the door. "There. He's gone." Vegeta said. "Dad! Why did you chase off Rehmon?" Bra asked. "It wasn't Rehmon, it was--AH!" Vegeta said. "he's back!" In the door was a pimply faced, red haired, teenager. "Garsh!" Said the teenager. He sounded like Goofy on the mickey mouse cartoons. "Oh, get out of here. You look like the hunchback of Notre Dame." Bra said. The teenager ran out. "Maybe he decided not to come." Bra said. "I mean, you guys ARE so mean to him."
Vegeta flounced on the couch. "Veggie will try to be nice to Rehmon tonight, won't you, Veggie?" Bulma asked Vegeta with a mean look on her face. "Yes, Bulma, I'll try for you, this one time." Said Vegeta. "But I'm not going to make any promises, you understand?" Bulma nodded. "I understand." She was kind of horny at the moment. Vegeta realized that. She was a very horny lady. "Is that a motorcycle I hear??" Bra asked, exited. "Yes, unfortunatly." Said Vegeta. "Bra, why don't you go shovel dog crap? Maybe you'll stink so bad he won't wanna come in?" Bra scowled and opened the door. She ran outside just as Rehmon drove up on his motorcycle. Vegeta and Bulma went out after Bra. "Hello!" Bulma said cheerfully. Rehmon waved. "You need a helmet." Vegeta grumbled. "I never let Trunks ride his motorcycle without a helmet....your parents must be turning over in their graves." Rehmon made a mad face. "Well your not my dad." He got off the motorcycle and propped it up. "I rented an apartment in the city!" Rehmon said. "What city is that?" Asked Bulma. "West city!" Rehmon finished. All their jaws dropped. "West City?!" Bulma asked, knowing it was the rich city. "Yep." Rehmon said. "It's a really nice little apartment." Bulma slapped her forhead. "But Rehmon....unless you have a d*mn good job, you won't be able to keep the apartment for more than a month!" Rehmon's eyes widened. "I didn't think about having to pay them for it. I just gave them the 100 dollar deposit. And the 200 dollar pet deposit." Vegeta's eyes got big this time. "A PET? You, a ruthless, cold blooded killer got a pet? I'll bet it's a snake, huh?" Rehmon made a face. "I didn't come here to be insulted. And no, I wanna get a doggy." Bra was adored. "A doggy? Oh, I love dogs!" Rehmon nodded. "Me too. But I hate bats. Little sons of b*tches gave me rabies..." He continuted to talk to himself. "SO!" Bulma said, trying to change the subject. "Would you like to come in? Have a drink?" Bra grabbed him. "NO, he's coming with me because I bought him some new clothes today after the barbecue. He wants to see them." Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Bra, does he make you horny?" Bra blushed furiously. "Um, no, dad! I just wanna be friends!!" She was lying terribly. He made her want to come in her pants.
"Come on, Rehmon." She said. He followed her up the stairs, and when they opened the door to her pink room he was uphauled. "Wowzers. That's a nice room. I've never seen anything so fancy before." She had a canopy bed and everything. "Oh, it's not that great. Take off those clothes and I'll give you some new ones." Rehmon didn't object at all, and when Bra turned around, she saw Rehmon in no shirt and just underwear. His body was as gorgeous as his face. "Wow..." Bra said. He blushed. "Can I have some clothes, please? Not that I object to you looking at me, it's just that it's mighty cold in here." Bra didn't know if that was a complement or not.
"Oh, u look so cute!" Bra said. "Look at yourself in the mirror!" Rehmon turned around and looked in the mirror. The image staring back at him was horrible; skin tight leather lime green pants, a hot pink shirt, and a yellow plaid jacket. He looked just like a pimp. "I look like a whore seller!" Rehmon said. He twirled around in the mirror. "No, you look adorable!" Said Bra. Rehmon unzipped the pants. "No thanks. Got anything else?" Bra nodded. "Sure I do. But these were so expensive..." She put on her Bambi eyes. "Oh alright, I will wear them sometimes. But I wanna see if you have anything more....casual." Bra nodded. "Yep I do." She pulled out an ourfit that was like this-Jeans, a black shirt, and a leather jacket. "Put these on. They look like 'you'." Rehmon nodded and put them on.
"Oh my gosh! That is the perfect outfit for you!" Bra said, clapping. "You look like a movie star. Twirl around for a second!" He twirled around and around. "You look great! Perfect for a guy like you." Rehmon nodded. "I like it. I want to go show Bulma." He stepped out of the room. Bulma and Vegeta were talking on the loveseat, and when they looked up, they were both amazed. "Yeah, he looks like a biker alright." Vegeta said. Bulma clasped her hands. "I think he looks great, Vegeta! He looks so handsome." Vegeta growled. "Hey! Watch what you say! I'm your husband; remember?" Bulma nodded. "Yes, Vegeta....but he looks sexy!" Vegeta stood up and huffed his chest out. "I'M sexy too, though." Bra laughed. "Well, I helped him be handsome." Rehmon sulked. He thought she meant he wasn't handsome before. "Now all we need to do is get u some cologne and a brush." They both romped back up the stairs.
"Is it just me, or DOES she look like she's going to come over that dude?"Vegeta asked. Bulma nodded. "Yeah she does. Like she's going to come in her pants." Bulma picked up her magazine and started reading it. "Your so boring!" Vegeta said. "Stop reading and have sex with me or something." He put his feet on the coffee table and breathed twice like a dove. "Get your feet off my table!" Bulma said. "Why don't you go spy on our daughter and her new lover?" She licked her thumb and turned the page. Vegeta grew red in the face. "That is NOT her new lover!" He pointed up the stairs. "YOUR the one that had sex with that guy! Your just jelous because he doesn't want a peice of your @$$ anymore! Are you bored of me? Do you wish I would try some new tricks?" He expected Bulma to say no and laugh, but she looked at him grimly and nodded. "Yes. I wish you would try some new tricks." That statement his Vegeta like a baseball bat. "I...But I..." Bulma was only saying this so maybe he would leave her alone. "I have a trick to try RIGHT NOW." He said. "Want me to show you?" Bulma growled. "Just go away! If u want to f*ck someone, f*ck yourself!" He was sad. "But I don't want to f*ck myself. I want to f*ck you." Bulma just turned the page in her magazine. "I need some sex books." Vegeta said, and he walked out the front door.
"Thanks for the clothes." Rehmon said. "I think I had better go on home now. I have to go clean my new house, even though I have no idea how." Bra nodded. "It's been really fun!" She gave Rehmon a couple hundred dollars for grocerys. "Dad doesn't want me to help you pay your rent. But if you want me to, I will." Rehmon nodded. "Seeya." He said. He floated out the window to his Harley Davidson motorcycle and revved it up before he drove away. Bra layed down on the bed and listened to his motorcycle go away before having many explicit sexual fantasies about him. That's when she heard Trunks knock on the door. "Come in.": Bra said. Trunks came in. "Bra, I need to give you 'the talk'." He said. Bra rolled her eyes. "You guys waited too long. I already had sex." Trunks waved her off. "Well I'm going to give you the talk anyway." He grabbed two Barbies. "This is Johnson and Marie." Bra looked at Trunks funny. "But those are two GIRL Barbies, Trunks." Trunks shrugged. "You don't have a Ken doll. Bare with me, here." "Isn't dad supposed to give me 'the talk'?" Trunks looked at the ground sadly. "No....when he tried to give me my 'talk' he giggled so much he wet his pants."
"Anyway, when Johnson and Marie met eachother, they liked eachother so much they had a one night stand with all the--" He imitated thrusting motions of sex. "And the--" He made them do it standing up. "And the, 'OH YES, Johnson!" Trunks said in a female tone. He looked like he was enjoying it all too well. Then he noticed Bra staring at him and he stopped. "Did I mention that is the wrong thing to do? But, I've never had sex, so I hope what I just showed you was right." Bra's eyes got big. "Your a VIRGIN? Whoa!" She started laughing. Trunks was grim. "N*E ways, the right thing to do is not have sex till your married. And then you can do all the--" He made the thrusting motions of sex with the Barbies once again. "And the--" He made them do it standing up again. "And the, 'OH YES, JOHNSON'." Then he threw the Barbies down and ran out. But in about 5 seconds he came back, took the Barbies and then went back into his room.
Vegeta was looking at the aisle of sex books. "Which ones show nifty tricks to use on your wife if she's bored of you?" Vegeta asked the very nervous clerk. "This one's good." She said. "It sparked up me and my sisters--Or I mean, lover's sex life." Vegeta picked it up. "But this is a sex book for gays! I'm not gay!" The clerk smiled. "It's a unique change." Then she walked off. Vegeta rolled his eyes and looked at the book more. "This one has colored photos." He said, opening it. The colored photos weren't very nice, so he put it back down again.
"But this one comes with a video!" Said Vegeta. Vegeta loved movies, so he put that one in his basket. Next he looked a little father down. A big orange star on the cover of one said, 'New improved positions'. Vegeta picked it up and flipped through it. "This one has some pretty pleasurable things in it, it looks like." Vegeta said. Then there was a book called 'Erotica' that had pictures in it desighned to make couples horny. He flipped through it and decided he had to have it, so he put it in the basket. He was walking down the hall when he bumped into a man. "HEY!" He said. "Watch it, Mister!" He was rather short, so he had to look up into their face. It was Rehmon!!! Vegeta leaped backwards in a karate stance. "What are you doing in the sex book aisle!?" Vegeta was rather embarrased to be caught here. Rehmon cleared his throat. "Um.....same thing YOUR doing here I guess." Rehmon picked up the books in Vegeta's shopping buggy. "Ha! This one comes with a video." Rehmon said. "You know what KIND of video, dontcha?" Vegeta growled and snatched away the video. "Yes, I know it's a movie and I love movies. So if u don't mind, would you PLEASE LEAVE?" Rehmon looked hurt. "Sure I'll leave. You and Bulma gotta come see my apartment sometime. It's real nice. It's apartment #345. Catch ya later!" Said Rehmon, and walked off, picking up 2 or 3 books along the ways. He was whistling a tune. "As far as I know, he's not hooked up with anybody." Vegeta said. "So I wonder why he's here? Aw well." He checked out his 'books' and went home.
"I'm HO-OME!" Vegeta said when he walked in the house. Bulma was reading and Bra was eating some cereal. "Hello, Papa." She said. Vegeta waved at her. "I got those....'books' we wanted, Bulma....and you'll never guess who I saw in the aisle?" Bulma's eyes widened. "Who was in THAT aisle?" She asked. "What aisle? Who?" Bra pondered. Bulma started laughing. "It was Rehmon." Vegeta said. "I ran into him." Bra's eyes turned into hearts. "Rehmon? What aisle was he on? What books were he getting?" Vegeta ignored her. "Really?" Bulma asked. Vegeta nodded. "No lies. If you wanna look at these, I'm putting them in the beareu drawer in our room. We can flip through them tonight." Bulma nodded and giggled.
"You didn't answer my question." Bra said. "What books was he getting?" Vegeta looked up as he tried to think of an alibi. "he was.....was....Buying books on dogs. What kinds of dogs to get, exetera." Bra raised an eyebrow. "Why were YOU on the dog aisle, Papa?" Vegeta cleared his throat. "I wasn't. I was cutting through. Do you have to question everything I do?" Bra piffed air out through her lips like a horse. "REOWR." She said. "I was just asking. You don't have to go apesh*t." put her bowl in the sink and went up to bed. Vegeta got a soda.
The next morning, Vegeta noticed Bulma was baking a pie. "Mmmm! Smells delicious. What's the occasion?" Vegeta asked her. Bulma popped it in the oven and wiped her hands on her apron. "No occasion. I'm baking a pie for Rehmon to take over to his house. He wants us to see his apartment." Vegeta was sad. "But I want some of the pie. Do you think he will give me some?" Bulma nodded. "If your nice he will. Outta my way." Vegeta moved out of the way as she got in the fridge and got a beer. "We can't let Bra come." Vegeta said. "I agree." Bulma said. Finally, they were agreeing about something. "No argument?" Vegeta asked. Bulma shook her head. "But we might have one from Bra. She probley really wants to come." Vegeta nodded. "Yep." At that moment, Bra came down the stairs in her normally slutty attire. "Who's the pie for?" She asked. "I want some." Bulma shook her head. "We're taking it over to Rehmon's. You won't get any unless he brings some over." Bra raised her eyebrow. "But when I go over there with you guys, he'll probley give me some, remember? He likes me." Bra and Vegeta looked at eachother. "Your not coming." Vegeta said finally. Bra's eyes widened. "WHAT?" She asked. "Of course I am!" Bulma shook her head. "WE both decided that it would be best if you guys didn't see eachother so often." Said Vegeta. Bra picked up Vegeta's baby plant and tossed it at his head.
"My baby plant!" Vegeta said. he grabbed the broken plant, which had bounced off his head, and cradled it. "What was the big idea, Miss B*tch?" Bulma asked. "You almost killed your father!" She ran over to examine his head. "Back off. I'm fine." Said the embarrased Vegeta. "But YOUR grounded!" He said, pointing at Bra. "You don't throw plants at me! Especially BABY plants." Bra shook her head. "You can't keep ME from going. Trunks will fly me over there, right Trunks?" He looked up from his breakfast. "Sure. Anything to break the rules." Vegeta hurled the baby plant at Trunks. It hit him in the arm. "Stop throwing things!" Bulma said. "Bra. Your not going, and Trunks, you ain't taking her. Understood?" Everyone nodded except Bra. "I am going! you can't stop me!" She ran and jumped out the window. "She doesn't know the apartment number." Said Vegeta. Bulma smiled and took out the pie.
Bra got to the West City apartment complex. It was a beautiful place-- but very, very expensive at 950 dollars a month. Without a job, Rehmon woulden't be able to live there long. "Let's see. .....which one is his?" Asked Bra to herself. She saw his Harley in the parking lot, and his helmet hanging off it. She looked at the seat, and it was exilerating that Rehmon had been strattling it just last night. She hugged the Harley, then looked up at all the buildings. None of the nice looking sculpted balconeys looked like one Rehmon would live in. There were alot of ivory carvings on the sides of the Apartment complex, and one of the carvings was of an elephants head. The tusks carved in it were bery sharp. Bra imagined someone being speared on it and shuddered.
The only downside of living in those apartments was it was right by a zoo. It stunk to high heavens. The ones closest to the zoo only costed a fraction of the price of the one Rehmon lived in. Bra was about to give up and go home, because she didn't know which one Rehmon lived in, when a young girl came out of the apartment #346. "Hello?" Bra said, running over to her. "A new tennant moved into his complex a couple of days ago. He has black hair, he's really tall, and he drives this Harley. Can you tell me where he lives?" The pretty lady stared at Bra a couple of minutes more. "You mean the sexy one, don't you? He lives next door to me. #345." "Thanks!" Bra said, and she ran up to that one.
Vegeta and Bulma arrived at Rehmon's complex. "I expected her to be standing in the parking lot." Vegeta said, opening the door to his Ferrari and getting out. "She doesn't know where he lives. I wonder where she is." Bulma got out and gave the pie to Veggie. "I'll go and knock on the door to see if he's in a position to answer." She ran up the stairs. Vegeta noticed her slip was showing, like it was often now. He didn't like that. He ran up with Bulma to tell her to keep her from future embarrasment, and he found something weird. When Bulma knocked on the door, it opened right up. The door wasn't caught at all. When it swung open, there was a greusome sight.
Rehmon was on top of BRA on the sofa and they were making out heavily. Two of the buttons on Bra's shirt were undone. "BRAAA!" Vegeta shouted at the top of his lungs. "What are you doing? Your not a member of the U.S.O! Get up!" Bra continued to make out with Rehmon, but he was staring at them. "I don't think I will." Bra said between kisses. Vegeta ran up and shoved Rehmon off his daughter. Rehmon hit the floor with a thump. "I'm sorry....I don't know what came over me!" Rehmon said. Bra sat up on the couch. "PAPA! I don't bother you and mom when I can hear you guys having sex!"
But Vegeta wasn't paying any attention to Bra. "My daughter is 16 years old!" He roared. Bra decided to butt in. "Well I'm old enough! At least I don't screw around with EVIL people, like mother did." Bulma placed her hands on her hips. "You shut up!" She said. Then she walked over and smashed the pie in Rehmon's face. "Use your lips for something useful." She said. "Besides giving my daughter jollies. I guess we'll have to start locking her up or something." Rehmon shook his head. "No! I promise I'll won't do it ever again!" Bra groaned. "But MOM! I liked it!" Rehmon smiled a little at that. "Bra, you go home right now and think about what you've done!" Vegeta said. Bra waved at Rehmon. "Bye." She said quietly and went out of the house, hugging herself. Of course she would think about what she had done. But not in the way Vegeta had intended.
After Vegeta and Bulma were finshed seeing his house, Rehmon was sitting on the couch watching TV with a bowl of popcorn. He knew Vegeta and Bulma were afraid that Rehmon would get involved with Bra, and they probley woulden't let him see her anymore. But he wanted to see her again. She was just so hot. And she liked to dress like a slut, and Rehmon loved slutty girls. She was also a pretty good kisser, just like her mother used to be. Seeing Bulma old and saggy was kind of disruptive to Rehmon. Bra was just like a young version of Bulma, except prettier, and skinnier. He would call tomarrow and ask to speak to Bra. If they said no, then he would know they didn't want him to see her anymore.
When Vegeta and Bilma got home, they immediatly started yelling at Bra, much to Trunks' dismay. "What were you thinking? That's a 23 year old man, Bra! He's seven years older than you, and in my book, that's too old!" Bulma yelled. "That was disgusting....seeing that snake's lips slobber all over your neck...." Vegeta said, and shuddered. "For your information, I LIKED it. Matter of facts, I LOVED it. He's a great kisser. Better than Goten, even. And he's really hot. He looks like a movie star." Bra sighed and stared off into space.
"Stop having sexual fantasies and listen to us!" Vegeta said. "I don't want you to ever see that man again. EVER. Every time we're at a gathering that he will be at, you will stay home. Everytime we're opening CHRISTMAS presents and he's there, you will unwrap yours in your room. Do you understand me?" Bra mocked his words. "Yeah right. I'll see him if I want, every chance I get. And you can't stop me!" She spit in Vegeta's face. He wiped it off. "You want me to whip out my baby plant?" Vegeta asked. "You won't ever see him again!" Bra ran up into her room and slammed the door. "Aren't u being a little harsh, honey?" Bulma asked Vegeta. "No, I don't think I am, Bulma." Vegeta said. "Do YOU want little Bra's running around? I can't even imagine that!" Bulma nodded. "Me neither. That's a little bit scary, dontcha think." Vegeta nodded. "Whatever. Now she won't see him. Let's go do something constructive." So they went to have sex. (**WARNING**the following scene is very steamy and even a little bit of a light lemon. If you don't like reading things like this, skip over this until you see the **) Bulma was getting down the Clue game because she thought that was constructive. Vegeta had other things in mind. While she was trying to get it down, Vegeta rubbed his hands up and down her waist, making her shiver. "Stop that!" Bulma said. "You'll make me drop all the games." Vegeta didn't stop. "Wait." Bulma said. "Are you coming on to me?" Vegeta kissed her on the neck. "What do u think?" Vegeta asked. Bulma really didn't feel like sex right now. "Vegeta, please, not now. I'm not in the mood." He started massaging her neck. "I can make you in the mood. It's a talent of mine."He started kissing her neck more as he massaged it. She loved Vegeta's massages. He was very good at what he did. Then, he moved his kisses down to the top of her back. Bulma was starting to get in the mood, contrary to popular beleif. "We never got those books out last night." She murmered. She turned around and melted into Vegeta's arms. "I'm too horny to get the books out right now." Said Vegeta. He kissed the top of her head. She flounced backwards on the bed. "Now screw me." She said. He smiled and got on her, and started making out with her. She looked in the closet, past his head, which was kissing her neck. She saw that, out the window, a rope was dangling down from what looked like an upstairs bedroom. Then she realized the window was open and everyone could see Vegeta taking her on this ride, so, not even comprehending the rope, she told Vegeta to close the window before they started. He groaned and pulled off her, then closed the window. Then he came back and started kissing her all over again. He ripped off her shirt, leaving her in a bra. He kissed her stomach and ribs. He was doing most of everything while Bulma enjoyed it. But that was the way he liked it. Pretty soon, he began unbuttoning her pants, and I'm not going to go any farther. You know what happened.(Okay. No more lemon now.**)
Bra stared at the rope dangling out of her window. "Do I want to do this, or not?" She asked herself. She knew how much trouble she would be in if she climbed down the rope to see Rehmon again. But she wanted to make out with him more. He was so good at it. But she figured Vegeta would kill her, so she pulled the rope back up and sighed. She flounced backwards on the bed. "They are so mean to me!" She cried. She scooped Fluffy up in one hand and hurled him across the room. Poor abused cat. "That's just MEAN. I can't even open Christmas presents around him! What if I get something extra nice that I want to show off?" She threw a bed pillow at the wall, this time.
"Wait. Do I have his number?" Bra asked. She dug through her pants. "No...I don't have any peices of paper in here....that means I didn't get it!" She pounded her fists on the nightstand. "D*mn it!" She was about to put her foot through her computer screen, when she realized you could find almost any phone number over the net. So she smiled and bounced into the chair and began her search.
Vegeta awoke in the middle of the night in his bed with Bulma next to him, snoring. He was really bored, but when he looked at the clock it was only 6:00 AM. Earlier than he had thought. "Jesus. It's too early to be awake." He said. But he coulden't seem to keep his eyes closed, even, so he got up and went in the kitchen. Trunks was in there, because he was an insomniac. "hello, Trunks. Why don't u take a sleeping pill?" Trunks yawned. "Because my Insomnia isn't the reason I can't sleep. Bra seems to be....talking to someone up in her room on the phone. I mean, she won't stop. She needs a psychiatrist." Vegeta all the sudden giggled. "What's wrong with you?" Trunks asked. "Bra told me you were....a...VIRGIN!" Vegeta said, then he bursted out laughing. "Oh shut up! You DIED once as a virgin!" Vegeta immediatly snapped his mouth shut. "Well, I'll go look in on Bra and see what the deal is. She might be on the phone with Goten. God, I hope she gets back togather with Goten so she'll stop liking that Rehmon." Vegeta stomped up the stairs. . When he got up to Bra's room, yes, she was talking on the phone. Rather loudly, to be exact. He rapped on the door. "Bra? Bra what are you doing in there?" There was a little silence. "I'm talking on my phone, Papa. Am I bothering anyone?" "YES!" Vegeta answered. "Trunks. Talk a little quieter. Who are you talking to?" There was another breif silence. "Goten, Papa. We're going to hook back up, I think." Vegeta made a little silent cheer. "Okay, honey. Goodnight." He walked back down the hall.
Bra twisted the phone line on her finger. "Yeah. That was Papa; I just had to tell him you were Goten so he woulden't get mad." She said to Rehmon on the phone. "Oh." He said. "Maybe you shoulden't lie to your dad." Bra frowned. "Would you rather me tell him the truth? He says we can't see eachother anymore. And I was sad, because I liked making out with you." Rehmon was silent for a while. "You know, maybe daddy knows best. I mean, Bra, there's tons of other men in the world. Men closer to your age. And there's tons of other women in the world who are my age. So maybe we should just..." Bra was angry. "Your mean! I thought u liked me! What kind of a sicko makes out with girls he doesn't like?" Rehmon was silent. "I wasn't saying I didn't like you. I just don't think we should be a couple. That's all." Bra was silent. She was crushed. "Um....Okay. But how about we go out to Breakfast tomarrow morning? I'll pay." Rehmon didn't give it a second thought. "Sure." He said. "Only as friends, though." Bra nodded.
Vegeta was awake and moving when Bulma crawled out of bed the next morning. "Good morning, Bulma!" He said. "Did you have a good nights' sleep?" She nodded. "After THAT, how could I not?" Vegeta grinned ear to ear. "For breakfast I want Pancakes and sausage with grape jelly. Don't burn the pancakes." Bulma nodded. "Okay, Veggie." Vegeta poured himself a glass of water. "Today, at about noon, I'm going over to Rehmon's to see if I can help him get a job so we won't hafta keep forking over money to him." "That sounds like a good idea." Bulma said. "Tell me--are you being nice to him just to be nice, or to try and get rid of him?" Vegeta took big honking gulp of water. "Door number 2." He said. "I just want him to go away and leave our kids alone." He poured the rest of the water into his baby plants' pot.
Bulma handed him a plate of eggs. "The Pancakes will be ready in a sec." She said. "But I asked for SAUSAGE." He said. Bulma galred at him. "Would you rather eat these eggs, or starve....?" She asked. "Your choice." Vegeta shrugged and dug in to his eggs. Suddenly, Bra came out, dressed normally. "Where are you going?" Asked Vegeta speweing eggs everywhere. "I'm going to Goten's." Vegeta nodded his approval. "Have a nice time." He said, and took another bite. "I dont' care if she screws him. It's better than her making out with Rehmon." Bulma agreed with him. "Amen to that." She said, and she gave him a pancake.
"Mmm." Bra said. "This is good. We picked a good restaurant." Rehmon nodded. He was in his biker outfit Bra bought for him. Bra noticed he looked like a more handsome' version of Vegeta. Especially when he was mad. Eggs were rolling down his lap. "Eat like a human!" Bra snapped. "I hate people who eat bad in public!" Rehmon looked down at his plate sheepishly. "I'm sorry. Gee, I didn't know." Bra smiled. "Well now you do." A peice of bacon slithered out between Rehmon's lips and hit the floor. Bra was about ready to get up and leave, but something stopped her.
"I find it hard to beleive u just wanna be friends with me. Why don't you want to f*ck me?" Bra asked Rehmon. He stared at her. "What, are you used to being f*cked by every guy you know?" Bra nodded. "Yep. Goten f*cked me the first day we met." Rehmon didn't want to hear anymore. "How about we talk about something else?" He asked. "I have been dead for 26 years. But for some reason I don't want to talk about that stuff right now." He shoveled in another bite.
"I'M GETTING READY TO GO TO REHMON'S NOW!" Vegeta said. He was putting on his jecket. "Goodbye, Bulma." She came up and kissed Vegeta goodbye. "Come with me." Vegeta said. "I'll be bored." Bulma grabbed her coat. "Okay. " And they left to try and get Rehmon a job. But they didn't know he wasn't home at the moment.
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