chapter 4
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About a week later, Bulma and Vegeta were sitting on the couch in the living room and talking about things that didn't really matter, like where to move the TV or what movie to watch. Vegeta was in the middle of telling Bulma something when he heard a noise with his sensitive Saiayn hearing that made him stop. "What's wrong, Vegeta?" Bulma asked. "You look like you hear something?" He placed a finger over his lips. "Shh...I do. I'm listening." Bulma was silent. "It sounds like somebody is throwing up." Bulma laughed. "It's probley Trunks. He went to Six Flags yesterday and rode all the big rides." Vegeta nodded. "Yeah, it's probley him. Where was I?" Bulma didn't remember. "It wasn't important. Let's just go eat some lunch." Vegeta nodded and peeled himself off the couch. He was supremly guilty about what him and 18 had done...and he wished they hadn't done it. He would do anything to take it back, now that it had alrady happened. But he just figured he would keep it from Bulma and forget about it over time. "Where's Bra?" He asked. Bulma shrugged. "I don't know. I haven't seen her really since her date with Rehmon last night. Why don't you go and see if she's okay?" Vegeta nodded and got up from the table. He walked up the stairs and to Bra's door. He rapped on it three times with a fist.
No answer. He rapped on the door again, this time louder, and he got a small reply. "Papa....?" Bra said. She sounded groggy. "Yes, Princess, It's me. Why haven't u came down for Breakfast or anything? Do we all smell or something?" He heard Bra make a funny noise. "You woke me up, Papa..." He heard her yawn through the door. Vegeta looked at his watch and gasped. "Bra, it's 11:30! Get your @$$ out of bed right now! What on Earth made you sleep so late?" He was really puzzled, because Bra was usually an early riser. "I haven't felt good." Bra stepped across the room and opened the door. She had went to sleep in her slutty clothes. "I had to tell Rehmon to take me home early last night." Bra said. "I felt faint and weird." Vegeta realized that she didn't look too good, either. "Okay, Bra. Maybe some lunch would make you feel better.'' Then he went down the stairs really fast. ''She looks really sick and she says she feels sick." Vegeta said. "Maybe she's trying to come down with something." Then he sat down at the beautiful plate of lunch Bulma had made just for him and dug a fork into it.
Vegeta and Bulma were watching TV in their room on the bed that afternoon when they heard the doorbell. "Must be a salesmen." Vegeta said. "Nobody comes to our house on Thursday. That's when Kakarott takes his family on their 'family trips', so there isn't anyone to come." Bulma realized he was right. "One of the kids will get it anyway." She said. "It could be Krillin and 18." The word 18 struck Vegeta as embarrasing. "18....I don't think she'll be coming around here for a while." Bulma was puzzled, but she didn't say anything. She was listening to see who it was at the door. The large, booming yet raspy voice made her know it was Rehmon. "Do we have to see him every day?" Vegeta asked, drawing Bulma closer. "Let's just stay in here." Bulma shook her head and got up. "No, that woulden't be nice." Then she walked into the living room. Vegeta, who liked to follow Bulma around and irritate her, or just for the plain and simple act of buttsniffing(NO, not literally, you sick person)got up and went after her. She had stopped at the door to talk to Rehmon, who was holding Bra's hand. Bra looked brightened up a bit. She had makeup on and her hair was fixed. "I feel better now." She said. Bulma nodded. "Good."
"I got a job!" Rehmon said, exited. "I got it unjustly and horribly illegally, but hey, it's a living!" Bulma didn't think it was fair that he got it unjustly and horribly illegally, because she had to work HOURS to keep her job, but she still wanted to hear what it was and how he got it. "What is it and how did you get it?" She asked, trying to sound exited but didn't pull it off. She noticed Vegeta tromp down the stairs and stand at her side. "I went on the internet. They have this site, you know...and I printed off a fake law degree! So then i went to a law firm and they gave me a job as a lawyer!" Vegeta started laughing, and Bulma pulled out a wad of her blue hair. "REHMON!" She said. "Being a lawyer is hard, and you have a fake degree!! You don't know how to BE a lawyer!" Rehmon shrugged. "Like i said, it's a living. Lawyer's are rich!" Bra hugged Rehmon's arm as he said this. "Yeah, and Bra here LOVES money! Right Bra?" She nodded. "Yep." She said. Bulma yanked at her hair some more. "But this is--Vegeta, don't you have anything to say about this?" Vegeta shrugged. ''No, bulma. What would i have to say about it, hm?" bulma was outraged. "You could tell that....that....." She tried to keep from cussing. That.....RETARD that it's totally unfair to PRETEND that your good at defending people!" Vegeta shrugged. "If some people weren't pretending, we woulden't have half as many good lawyers." Bulma pointed at the stairs. "Vegeta, I hate to say this, but if you aren't going to say anything that's going to help me, then stop following me around and go back up to our room and watch your freaking retarded shows!" Vegeta made a sad face, then a mad one. "Okay, I'll help. It goes something like this.....Rehmon, you are a cheat and this is just going to swindle people out of money! I don't want my daughter to be around a person like you!" Rehmon got defensive, now. "Well, at least she won't be so poor she has to live on the streets!" Bulma laughed. "No, she won't because her parents have money. Honest money that we earned....Or I earned, for that matter....from working hard!" Vegeta nodded. "Yeah! What she said!" He yelled. Rehmon was really angry now. "Well all you people can just shut the f*ck up!" Bra clapped a hand over his mouth. "Everybody stop yelling before somebody gets hurt or something!" Vegeta realized the danger of the situation.....2 adult Saiyan males who knew how to shoot ki blasts were in the room and yelling. "Bra, Trunks, why don't you guys go up to your rooms..." Bulma and Rehmon were yelling in eachother's faces. Bra and Trunks were ambling up to their rooms. "Bulma, why don't you go up to the room too?" She turned around and started yelling at Vegeta, because she was so mad. "You don't tell me what to do, Vegeta! If you don't want to hear us yell, then YOU can go up to the room and I'll finish this, If you don't want to help!" Vegeta just stood by the foot of the stairs and watched them yell.
30 minutes later, Vegeta was now SITTING on the foot of the stairs and watching. He played in a little pile of dust. "Bulma are you done yet?" He asked. "Let's see your degree!" Bulma was yalling at Rehmon, not even acknowledging Vegeta's existance. Rehmon pulled out a fake degree. It was all crumpled up in his pocket. "REAL degrees aren't kept just crumpled up in your pocket!" Bulma said. Vegeta saw her spittle fly in Rehmon's face and remembered the 1,000 times it happened to him, but he didn't mind. Finally, he decided to get up and GET Bulma, if she woulden't come. This wasn't helping anything at all, anyway. So he walked up behind her and slung her over his shoulder. "Come on." He said. She started hitting him in the back with her fists. "Put me down, Vegeta!" Bulma yelped. "I can fight my own battles! Put me down! Put me down!" She hit him harder. "Bulma, if you keep hitting me your gonna have a lot more to worry about then that fake degree!" But Bulma wasn't afraid of Vegeta, so she continued punching him and screaming in his ears. They were only halfway up the stairs right now. "Bulma, how about I drop you and you roll down the stairs?" He asked. "You woulden't." Bulma sneered. "Yes, I would, If you don't shut up." She sighed and layed her head on his shoulder, silent. "He's a fag." she said under her breath. Vegeta nodded. "Yes, I know." Then he threw her on the bed. "I'll go tell the 'fag' to leave." He said, and he went downstairs. Next thing Bulma knew, she heard a lamp crash against the wall. "My lamp!" She shrieked. She got up and slid down the banister of the stairs. She saw Vegeta was scrambling to pick up peices of a broken lamp, and Rehmon was already gone. He saw Bulma and became frightened.
"I'm sorry I broke your lamp, Bulma!" He said. "But...I lost my tmeper and hurled it at him! I forgot that your great granny passed it down to you!" Bulma growled like Cujo, then screamed. "Your such a retard! Of course It's the one my great granny gave to me! That's the ONLY lamp we have in the house!" She kicked the coffee table at Vegeta, and he scrambled out of the way. "Let's not get physical about it....Please?" Bulma just growled louder and threw a glass of water at him. It hit the wall above him and shattered. Little shards of glass fell into his hair and water doused him. HE growled this time. "Hey!" He said. "You want to be in the hospital?" Bulma knew they were empyt threats, so she rolled up the newspaper and smacked him with it. It left a red weal. "OW!" Vegeta said. "OW OW OW!" She smacked him in the legs and butt and even on his face a couple of times. Red weals were left every time. "Stop!" He said. He grabbed one of her skinny little arms. "I'll twist it!" He said. But she just hauled off and kicked him in the balls. "OW!" He screamed, and fell to his knees, holding his crotch. "That was real mean..." He groaned as he made lots of funny noises. Bulma looked down at him on the floor. "Sometimes I wonder about you, Vegeta." She said. "If course that was Granny's d*mn old lamp!" Then she helped Vegeta stand up. He was still holding himself. "Stop that!" She said. He took his hands away and she helped him stand up. Vegeta growled in her face. "You hurt me." He said. Bulma shrugged. "Aw well." Then she went to sweep the kitchen floor. Vegeta collapsed on the couch.
"I think you crushed my balls." Vegeta said. "I really do." He was trying to walk, and looking much like a duck while he did so. Between his legs....so I should say....was very, very sore from Bulma's swift kick. "Your so mean." He whined into the kitchen. Bulma stepped out of it. Her hair was standing up, or most of it was, anyway, her mascara was running, and her clothes were dirty. "Jesus, what have u been DOING?" Vegeta asked. She wiped a hand through her greasy hair. "I was cleaning the very messy kitchen." She said, and sat down on the couch by Vegeta. She patted his inner thigh. "Sorry about kicking you there. I was just really, really angry." He made his best 'mad face' and stared at the blank TV. Then he ripped her hand off his inner thigh and threw it down on the couch.
"What's wrong with you?" Bulma asked. "You should forgive and forget." Vegeta showed her the many red weals on his arms, legs and one on his face. "That's from hitting me with the newspaper." He said. "You get mad and threaten to leave me when I hit u, but you think you can hit me? That's not that way it works. And when you hit a man, your just asking to get hit back." Bulma leaned into Vegeta. He pushed her away. "But you didn't hit me back." Bulma said. Vegeta sneered. "I wish I had. Now go away and leave me alone." He shoved her a little to the side. "Please forgive me, Veggie!" Bulma said. "I promise I won't hit you anymore." She hugged Vegeta to her. He didn't push away this time, but he made some angry sounding little noises. "Let's go out to dinner or something." Said Bulma. "We haven't in a while." He hesitated, then he nodded. "I AM a little hungry right now." He sat straight up. "If I can walk, that is." Bulma was tired of hearing him whine and whine about the same old thing, so she helped him stand a little....with a push. He stumbled and almost hit the TV, but was able to regain his balance. "You just better watch it." He said. "Let's go get dressed." Bulma followed him up the stairs, but he shut their bedroom door and locked it. Bulma jiggled the knob. "Vegeta!" She said. "Vegeta let me in!" She beat on the door.
"Stop knocking so hard!" Vegeta yelled from the other side. "Your going to break the door!" Bulma beat even harder. "Let me in! I need to get ready to go!" She said. Vegeta looked through the key hole. So did Bulma. All she saw was his big black eye. "Let me in!" She said, and she stuck her finger in the lock hole and poked Vegeta in the eye. "OWWW!" He said, and backed up. "Just for that, I think I'll stay in here for a WEEK! And I won't let you sleep in here or anything. You'll have to sleep without your Geeta for a week! HAHAHAHA!" Bulma knew how to win this situation. She just had to play all her cards right. "Vegeta." She said, slyly. "If you don't let me in, I won't have sex with you for a month." There was a moment of stunned silence at the other end of the door. "You coulden't. Your a horny woman. Your urges would get the better of you." Bulma knew just what to say to counter that and seal the deal. "I'll get my urges out with Goku. He doesn't like Chi Chi's sex; he told me. He would LOVE to get it on with me a couple of times." Suddenly, the doorknob twisted vilontly and opened. "Okay, come on in, Bulma." She came in. Vegeta was only in a pair of spandex and no shirt. Bulma wanted to get IN those Spandex right about now, but she knew she had to get ready. He looked really sexy without a shirt on. She LOVED his new haircut, and was glad that he had shaved off his mustache that he had a couple of months ago. Bulma shook her head and went into the bathroom to put on her makeup. "Thanks for letting me in." She said.
"No problem." Vegeta grumbled as he spread shaving cream over his strong jawline. Vegeta walked past Bulma, and he brushed his hand over her back as he walked by. Just an old habit that he had, and it had never mattered much, but it made Bulma shudder right now because she was so horny. "Are you cold or something?" He asked. She shook her head and spread on her lipstick. "No. I'm not cold." She said. Vegeta was looking for a razor, and dropping many things. "What are you doing?" Bulma asked him. "I'm looking for the razor. It's gone." Bulma walked over there. "Well, If you would actually look instead of just moving things around--" She moved a bottle of Noxema vilontly to the side. She disn't see the hammer she had put up there a couple weeks ago to renail the boards to the wall, and the Noxema bottle clacked against it, causing it to clatter to the floor--right on Vegeta's foot!
For a minute, he just stood there, shaving cream spread over his handsome features, and watched blood pour out of his toe. Then he realized that it hurt, hurt pretty bad, mind you, and howled. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Vegeta honey!" Bulma said. "I didn't mean to knock that hammer on your toe!" Vegeta was holding his bleeding toe. "OW! OW!" He said. He bounced over to the bed and flopped on it. Bulma flopped on it beside him. "I'm so sorry! Here, let me blow on it!" She blew on his toe with a force, and that caused it to burn. "OWCH!" He yelled, and flailed his legs around in a natural defense. Bulma managed to move her head out of the way of all the kicks. "Hold on! Your rubbing shaving cream all over our comforter! Now be still; I need to see how deep your cut is." Vegeta whimpered like a dog and layed still. Bulma took a rag from the bathroom and sopped up some blood. "It's pretty deep." She said. Then she hugged his cheek to her chest, rubbing slimy shaving cream all over her shirt. But she didn't care. She The sight of blood--Vegeta's blood--was actually making her horny right now, even though slimy shaving cream WAS being rubbed all over her. Vegeta whimpered, and Bulma felt a few warm tears trail down his shapely cheeks. "It's okay, Geeta." Bulma said, rubbing his warm hair. "I'll put a bandage on your foot and you'll be good as new." She set his head down on the bed and went and got the medical basket. As she worked on sanatizing the cut and bandaging it, Vegeta squirmed a little under the pain. "Ow." He said. "Stop hurting me, please." Bulma tried to be more gentle.
"There, Vegeta." Bulma said, when she was finished bandaging up his cut on his toe. He sat up. "Thanks. I need to go and get dressed, now." He brushed his hand past her back as he got up again. Bulma shivered again. "But I like what your wearing NOW." She whispered. Vegeta looked down at himself. Shirtless, clad only in a pair of black spandex. "But I can't go out like this. I'm barely wearing anything, Bulma." Bulma nodded. "That's the point." Vegeta looked at her and rolled his eyes, then went back in the bathroom.
Bra was packing a bag of stuff. "I can't stay here." She said. "They're mean to Rehmon. So I'm going to spend the night at his house." She threw in all her makeup in case they decided to go somewhere. "Who cares if he got a fake degree? That's honest to...some extent!" She threw in her negligee, because she knew he would want to make love that night. When she was done packing, she fetched a heart shaped notebook full of pink paper and began writing in it. She wrote, 'Dear Papa, I'm at Rehmon's. I'll be back tomarrow morning. Do NOT come over looking for me, if your gonna be mean to my boyfriend. See you tomarrow, Papa! Love Bra.'. "Okay, I doubt that will keep him from worrying, but aw well." She folded the note up and taped it to her TV screen. Then she threw her duffel bag out the window and jumped out. She climbed down the storm drain.
"Bulma, go away. I have to get ready, like you need to be." Said Vegeta. He was stroking a razor up and down his chin. Bulma just came up behind him, put her arms around his waist where she could feel his 6 pack of abs, and trailed her lips across the back of his neck, at the start of his hairline. He shvered in anticipation. He liked it, liked it alot, but he knew he needed to get ready. He turned his head around, and kissed her on the forehead. "Not now." He said softly. "I'm getting ready, remember?" She backed away and picked up her makeup. She was REALLY horny right now, and she could tell Vegeta was interested, but he was also VERY ravenous. sex would just have to wait tonight.
Bulma started putting on Vegeta's favorite shade of lipstick. She was also going to wear his favorite skirt and shirt, and also his favorite eyeshadow. "Bulma, why are you putting on makeup before your putting on your clothes? They'll get dirty." She laughed and wiped off the lipstick. Then she went to her closet. She picked out the pink suit and started to pull it on. Vegeta realized this suit was one she had bought almost 2 years ago and it was his favorite. "Yay!" He said. "My favorite suit!" He clapped twice and started trying to pick out a shirt. He decided upon one of his shirts that was very tight and outlined all of his muscles, and a vest. He also got his biking gloves. When he turned around, he noticed Bulma's suit was on. She was turned toward the mirror and applying makeup. Vegeta came up beside her, to finished shaving. He lightly brushed the back of his hand over her flat stomach, which was a little bit exposed from the shirt. Bulma smiled at Vegeta and tried to finish smearing on her lipstick. Vegeta was trying really hard to finish shaving, but he thought Bulma looked really HOT in her suit. He kept glancing sidewards at her. So, he walked up next to her and kissed the side of her neck tenderly. She let him kiss her for a little bit, but then she backed away. "Remember? You want to get ready?" Vegeta pouted. "I thought you wanted me to." Vegeta said, coming up close to her again. He put his arms around her and kissed her on the lips with his tongue in her mouth. He smeared her lipstick all over her face. Something that bothered him was that she was barely indulging at all, so he backed away. She just sighed, wiped the rest of the ruined lipstick off, and tried to do her eyeshadow first.
Vegeta looked down at his bandaged toe. Blood was leaking through the bandage, but Vegeta didn't care. He grabbed his shirt and ruffled it over his head. It was a black shirt, so It scared him when it got stuck over his head. He had to use a powerful jerk to get it over and on him. "That shirt is totally indecent!!!" Bulma said. Vegeta looked down at it. It was really tight, a fact he already knew. "If you flex your muscles it's going to rip in half!" Bulma ran over and tried to rip the shirt off. "Hey!" Vegeta said. "I thought you liked this shirt!" He backed away. Then he placed his hands over his chest to prevent the shirt from ripping off. "I do like it, but not for out in public. Now remove it before I get really angry." Vegeta backed away and flopped on the bed. He decided to change the subject. "It's cold in here." He said, rubbing his arms with his hands. He wasn't lying. It really was cold in there. "Here." Bulma sad. She got a blanket and spread it out on the bed. "Now lay down and I'll roll you in it." Vegeta layed down on the blanket and got rolled up in it. "There!" Bulma said. "Your a Vegeta Fahita!" (Fahita-A mexican food that is meat rolled up in a tortilla. Get it? Vegeta Fahita? It rhymes!) Vegeta giggled. "A Vegeta Fahita." he repeated after Bulma. He liked the sound of that.
"I haven't felt good." Trunks said. He was beeing the blond Barbie. "Me neither." He said, now the red-head Barbie. It was wonderful how he could be 2 people. That's why he liked to play with Barbies. "I got pregnant when I was 12, then I spent the rest of my middle school years tending to a child. By the time I was in High School, my child was 4 years old and able to stay home by himself. So, you see, having children early and planning their age to correspond with your schooling is the best thing to do." Trunks said, the blond one again. "What does that have to do with not feeling well?" Red hed barbie asked. Trunks was really getting into his game when he heard a 'TRRRRRUUUNKS!" From the bottom of the stairs. It was his dad, so he shoved his Barbie friends under the bed and opened the door.
"WHHHHAAATTT?" He called. It echoed. "Me and Bulma are gonna go out to dinner, so you'll be here by urself for a while. Go tell Bra, Okay?" "OOOOOKKKKAAAAYYY!" Trunks yelled, mainly for the echo. He wasn't a very macho man. He heard the front door open and close, and then he skipped down the hall to Bra's room. He knocked on the door. "Bra? I gotta tell u something." He said. There wasn't an answer. "BRAAA!" He said. Still, no answer. So he opened the door, hoping she was doing something private. She wasn't. Matter of fact, she wasn't doing anything, because she wasn't there. "Bra?" Trunks said. He went over to the closet and opened it. No Bra, but Fluffy came running out. "Where the holy hell is she?" Trunks asked himself. He looked down the window, but she wasn't there either. He was scratching his head, and about to walk out and call the police, when he saw the note. "Oh." He said. "She's over screweing that Rehmon. I'll go call Pan." Then he walked into his bedroom. He didn't care.
"Your parents are retarded!" Rehmon said. "They think they can tell me what to do!" He crumpled up the fake degree in his hands. "Rehmon, just ignore what they say." Bra said. She wasn't feeling so good. Matter of fact, her stomach was rolling like she was going to throw up. Rehmon noticed the look on her green face. "Bra, are you alright?" He asked. He came over and put a blanket over her. "I"m fine." She said. "Do you want me to take ya home?" Rehmon asked. Bra was flattered that he would be willing to take her home even thought he was having horrible confrontations with Vegeta and Bulma. "No, I don't need to go home." Bra sighed. "I want to stay here tonight." Rehmon nodded. "I'll make you a pallet on the floor. That is if you don't want to sleep with me." Bra shook her head. "No, I'll have sex with you, but I don't beleive in sleeping with someone before you get married." Rehmon was puzzled at the way she thought.
"Okay. You really don't look so good, so..." He went to the refrigerator. There was all these moldy Big Macs and Big and Tasty hamburgers. "I don't really have anything for me to eat, either. And I don't start my 'job' till Monday, so I don't have any money to order out." Rehmon sighed and collasped on the couch, jostling Bra. She was so sick to her stomach that the little jostle caused her to need to throw up, so she ran to the bathroom to blow some chunks.
"How come you don't eat all your food?" Bulma asked, holding a fork full of food up to Vegeta's large and rather loud mouth. "Because I don't want to." He said. He was in a grumpy mood because Bulma wanted him to dance with her, but he wasn't the worlds best dancer. "Well eat it anyway, or you won't get any dessert." Vegeta swiped the fork away from Bulma and shoved it in his mouth. He chewed thouroughly and swallowed. "There, are you happy now?" He asked. Bulma shook her pretty head. "No, because all the food on that 40 dollar plate isn't gone." Vegeta grolwed and shoveleed it all into his mouth. "THERE! Are you through persecuting me, now?" Bulma shook her head. "Not quite. See, the fact is, you won't dance with me." Vegeta rolled his big black eyes.
"Not this again!" He said. Then he got up. "If you won't leave me alone about that, then I'm going to fly home!" He screamed, a little too loudly. "Vegeta, shh!" Bulma said. " Be quiet!" THen she lowered her voice to nicer proportions. "Vegeta, if you DO decide to answer me, then I will reward you richly." She put her hand on Vegeta's inner thigh. He looked down at it and gulped. "I'm sorry, Bulma." He said. "I really like your...offer....but...I simply CAN'T." He pushed her hand away and rose up. But the next thing he knew, BUlma took his hands and twirled Vegeta around. "HEY!" Vegeta said. "Your dancing with me!" Bulma nodded. "See how easy it is? And it makes me sooooo happy." Vegeta didn't like it, so he planted his feet on the ground. "Please stop it. We can go to a movie or something, but not this." Bulma just kept twirling. "Maybe later Vegeta." She said. Vegeta was humiliated. "BULMA!" He screeeched, and flew up in the air where Bulma coulden't get to him. "Vegeta, come down from there!" Bulma said. Vegeta shook his head. "Agree to come to a movie with me, and no dancing!" Bulma sighed. Vegeta always got his way. "FINE." She said.
Trunks was doing his homework. It said:
Name:Trunks Date:9/5/03
Teacher:Smith Period #:2
World War II
You have been reading on WWII and it's effects. Please answer
the below questions with the correct answers.
1. What, according to Adolf Hitler, was the 'supreme race'?
A. Brown hair, Brown eyes B.Blond hair, Blue eyes
C. Red hair, blue eyes C. Blond hair, Brown eyes
Trunks didn't know what to put. "MAN, I hate stupid old homework!" He said, and bashed a fist against the desk. It made an echoey noise. Trunks hated college, but if he ever hoped to run Capsule Corp. He had to take it. Trunks let out a huge puff of air through his lips and circled 'b'. He thought he remembered something like that from reading his Social Studies book, but he didn't remember thourougly. His paper was torn and dirty from eraser marks. And then he remembered something. Bra was in high school, but they were studying the exact same thing as Trunks. She had to write a paper on it last week! And since he was in her room, it might be in here and have a whole lot of the answer on it! Number 2 on his paper was: WHAT DREW THE U.S OF A INTO WORLD WAR 2?? He figured Bra's paper had the answer to that; she was an 'a' student! He began ruffling through her files and notes from friends. A note with a big red heart caught his eye, and he pulled the paper out. It was a love letter from Bra to Rehmon! He had replied to it on the bottom. It said: 'Dear Rehmon, What is up with you?' She was using her best calligraphy handwriting, unlike the sloppy kind she usually used. Anyway, continuing, it said :'I miss you so much. I wish we could see eachother all the time. You are the most handsome man I've ever seen in my life. The sex last night was amazing! Mother was right. Hugs and Kisses, Your girlfriend(and lucky, too!) Bra Breifs' Trunks began giggling madly. "They had sex!" He thought. "I didn't know that!" He wondered why Bra liked Rehmon so much, when Trunks saw him as a sleezeball. Trunks sat down deep in the skinky seat and began to read Rehmon's reply:
'Dear Bra, Thanks for the letter. I know I write like a little kid, but you will have to bear with me, here! N/m is up with me, I just think about you all the time(TRUNKS GAGGED AT THIS PART) and I think you are amazing too. Well, I G2G because I'm not good at this letter writing bizz. Seeya soon, Rehmon.'The note was dated one month ago.Trunks began laughing out loud. "Cool! Too bad I've never been on many dates...I could get notes like this." He folded it up and put it back. Then he began digging for more notes.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Vegeta screamed. They were in the movie 'Jeeper's Creeper's'. It was scaring Vegeta. "VEGETA!" Bulma whispered feircly. "It's not scary! It's stupid! Now shut up and watch it!" Vegeta turned around and looked at the screen. They were at the part where they find the body with the stitches in it, where the man ate the other guy's insides out. It is a really nasty(yet stupid)scene. "It's so scary!" Vegeta said, loudly. "They stitched him up!" He began to shiver uncontrolably. "Stop!" Bulma said, and she bonked him on the head. He rubbed his head and watched the screen. "C'we....I mean, can we leave, Bulmee? Please?" Bulma looked at him with dagger eyes. "Don't call me Bulmee or I'll kick your @$$!" Vegeta sank down in his seat and watched the screen. The scary pictures of the monster, he knew, would haunt his dreams for the rest of his life. "Why did we choose this movie?" He asked Bulma. She made a 'shh' sign and ate a peice of popcorn. The gore was so terrible that Vegeta coulden't even think about eating, much less do it.He stretched in the seat. "Please can we leave?" He pleaded again.
Bulma pointed at the door. "The door is right there. If you wanna leave, be my guest. Now stop whining." Bulma didn't expect Vegeta to, so when he DID get up ad start slinking slowly to the door, she was suprised. But she just shrugged and watched the movie.
Now, Vegeta was all alone outside the movie theater. He felt lonely and unloved as he pulled his jacket around him and walked over the sidewalk. The jacket smelt like leather, a smell Vegeta liked very much. "It's awfully cold for fall." Vegeta said. It had just turned autumn and the leaves on the trees were just now changing colors. "She can watch her dumb old movie all by herself. I don't care." Vegeta sneered. He took off to do some loops in the air, maybe to take up time, and maybe to go home. He coulden't take the Ferrari if he decided to go home, because that would leave Bulm with no way home. Vegeta was doing a loop in the air, and enjoying the tickly way it made his tummy feel, sort of like airplane turblance(You know, the elevator feeling), when he saw a black man sitting on a bench. The man had a scruffy looking jacket pulled around his face and seemed to be hacking so hard Vegeta thought he would cough up a lung. Vegeta shrugged and landed in front of the man. "Hey, dude!" Vegeta said. "Don't hack up a lung!" Vegeta walked a bit closer. "Why dontcha go home and tell your woman to fix you some hot tea? That'll clear that cough right up." Vegeta pondered on why the black man wasn't at home with his family in the middle of the night. "I ain't got no home or woman." The black man said, and hacked into his hand. Vegeta was flabbergasted.
"No home? No woman? Where do you live and who takes care of you?" Vegeta asked, stepping a little closer. The black man hacked and hacked and hacked. "I take care 'o' myself most of the time." He said. He took a deep, shuddering breath. Vegeta jammed his hands in his pockets. "Nice job your doing here, too. It's pretty cold out here, and that jacket has holes in it." The old black bum nodded. "Yes I know. But at least I have this much." That scentence struck Vegeta painfully. How could he appreciate life still, when he had so little? How could he trust people when they didn't give him anything? Vegeta would think about this man many times in the next few years. "Well....where did you get that jacket at?" Vegeta asked. The old black man looked at it and sighed. "I found it one Christmas in the garbage. It looked pretty much like this....but there was only half as many holes." He hacked into a hand. "I just thought of it as my christmas present." Vegeta was horrified. "Clothes? Out of the trash?" He asked, his voice hitching. The black man nodded. "Can't buy them. I ain't go no job. No job, no money." Vegeta looked at his leather boots. "Why don't you beg?" He asked. The black man pointed to his crooked and deformed nose. "Tried that once. Got me a broken nose." Vegeta gasped. People were so horrible to this soul! "You don't have any family? No wife, no children, no mother, no father?" The black man shook his head. "I gots me a brother, but I don't know where he is as of now. Rich guy, he is. Works in some kind of car industry." The old man hacked and hacked. Vegeta was panged with sadness. He had never seen anyone so prideless or pathetic as this person! "How can you go out in public looking like that?" Vegeta asked. "Where's your pride?" The black man coughed. "Well, I don't have any pride left anymore. I sleep under this bench, and I eat whatever movie treats people throw away. My only protection is my tiny pocket knife, and that itself has protected me many a times. No, son, no pride left." Then the black bum looked at Vegeta with his bloodshot eyes. "Your a lucky young man. I saw you going into the movie. You got yourself a pretty little wife, and the both of you are wearing expensive watches and clothes. I envy you. I really do." Vegeta was so sad that he had to get out of there. Without a single goodbye to the old black bum, he took to the air.
"Ohhh.." Bra said. "I don't know what is wrong with me. I hope it's nothing serious." She was leaning over the toilet while Rehmon rubbed her back. "How about I take you up to the minor emergency clinic?" He asked. "They can give you something to stop you from throwing up." Bra nodded as she completed the disgusting task. "Would you? I'd give anything to get over....whatever this is." Rehmon nodded and hiked her up over a shoulder. "Okay. Let's go." And he zoomed out of the window.
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That is the end of this chapter. But I have some stuff to say: Thanks to Maria S. for all her reveiws! And to the people who think my Vegeta is out of character, well, this is GT Vegeta. He's alot more nicer in GT. And for those of you who didn't like it when Vegeta cheated on Bulma...It's not like its a forever thing. It was just for one time. Bon Voyage!!!!
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About a week later, Bulma and Vegeta were sitting on the couch in the living room and talking about things that didn't really matter, like where to move the TV or what movie to watch. Vegeta was in the middle of telling Bulma something when he heard a noise with his sensitive Saiayn hearing that made him stop. "What's wrong, Vegeta?" Bulma asked. "You look like you hear something?" He placed a finger over his lips. "Shh...I do. I'm listening." Bulma was silent. "It sounds like somebody is throwing up." Bulma laughed. "It's probley Trunks. He went to Six Flags yesterday and rode all the big rides." Vegeta nodded. "Yeah, it's probley him. Where was I?" Bulma didn't remember. "It wasn't important. Let's just go eat some lunch." Vegeta nodded and peeled himself off the couch. He was supremly guilty about what him and 18 had done...and he wished they hadn't done it. He would do anything to take it back, now that it had alrady happened. But he just figured he would keep it from Bulma and forget about it over time. "Where's Bra?" He asked. Bulma shrugged. "I don't know. I haven't seen her really since her date with Rehmon last night. Why don't you go and see if she's okay?" Vegeta nodded and got up from the table. He walked up the stairs and to Bra's door. He rapped on it three times with a fist.
No answer. He rapped on the door again, this time louder, and he got a small reply. "Papa....?" Bra said. She sounded groggy. "Yes, Princess, It's me. Why haven't u came down for Breakfast or anything? Do we all smell or something?" He heard Bra make a funny noise. "You woke me up, Papa..." He heard her yawn through the door. Vegeta looked at his watch and gasped. "Bra, it's 11:30! Get your @$$ out of bed right now! What on Earth made you sleep so late?" He was really puzzled, because Bra was usually an early riser. "I haven't felt good." Bra stepped across the room and opened the door. She had went to sleep in her slutty clothes. "I had to tell Rehmon to take me home early last night." Bra said. "I felt faint and weird." Vegeta realized that she didn't look too good, either. "Okay, Bra. Maybe some lunch would make you feel better.'' Then he went down the stairs really fast. ''She looks really sick and she says she feels sick." Vegeta said. "Maybe she's trying to come down with something." Then he sat down at the beautiful plate of lunch Bulma had made just for him and dug a fork into it.
Vegeta and Bulma were watching TV in their room on the bed that afternoon when they heard the doorbell. "Must be a salesmen." Vegeta said. "Nobody comes to our house on Thursday. That's when Kakarott takes his family on their 'family trips', so there isn't anyone to come." Bulma realized he was right. "One of the kids will get it anyway." She said. "It could be Krillin and 18." The word 18 struck Vegeta as embarrasing. "18....I don't think she'll be coming around here for a while." Bulma was puzzled, but she didn't say anything. She was listening to see who it was at the door. The large, booming yet raspy voice made her know it was Rehmon. "Do we have to see him every day?" Vegeta asked, drawing Bulma closer. "Let's just stay in here." Bulma shook her head and got up. "No, that woulden't be nice." Then she walked into the living room. Vegeta, who liked to follow Bulma around and irritate her, or just for the plain and simple act of buttsniffing(NO, not literally, you sick person)got up and went after her. She had stopped at the door to talk to Rehmon, who was holding Bra's hand. Bra looked brightened up a bit. She had makeup on and her hair was fixed. "I feel better now." She said. Bulma nodded. "Good."
"I got a job!" Rehmon said, exited. "I got it unjustly and horribly illegally, but hey, it's a living!" Bulma didn't think it was fair that he got it unjustly and horribly illegally, because she had to work HOURS to keep her job, but she still wanted to hear what it was and how he got it. "What is it and how did you get it?" She asked, trying to sound exited but didn't pull it off. She noticed Vegeta tromp down the stairs and stand at her side. "I went on the internet. They have this site, you know...and I printed off a fake law degree! So then i went to a law firm and they gave me a job as a lawyer!" Vegeta started laughing, and Bulma pulled out a wad of her blue hair. "REHMON!" She said. "Being a lawyer is hard, and you have a fake degree!! You don't know how to BE a lawyer!" Rehmon shrugged. "Like i said, it's a living. Lawyer's are rich!" Bra hugged Rehmon's arm as he said this. "Yeah, and Bra here LOVES money! Right Bra?" She nodded. "Yep." She said. Bulma yanked at her hair some more. "But this is--Vegeta, don't you have anything to say about this?" Vegeta shrugged. ''No, bulma. What would i have to say about it, hm?" bulma was outraged. "You could tell that....that....." She tried to keep from cussing. That.....RETARD that it's totally unfair to PRETEND that your good at defending people!" Vegeta shrugged. "If some people weren't pretending, we woulden't have half as many good lawyers." Bulma pointed at the stairs. "Vegeta, I hate to say this, but if you aren't going to say anything that's going to help me, then stop following me around and go back up to our room and watch your freaking retarded shows!" Vegeta made a sad face, then a mad one. "Okay, I'll help. It goes something like this.....Rehmon, you are a cheat and this is just going to swindle people out of money! I don't want my daughter to be around a person like you!" Rehmon got defensive, now. "Well, at least she won't be so poor she has to live on the streets!" Bulma laughed. "No, she won't because her parents have money. Honest money that we earned....Or I earned, for that matter....from working hard!" Vegeta nodded. "Yeah! What she said!" He yelled. Rehmon was really angry now. "Well all you people can just shut the f*ck up!" Bra clapped a hand over his mouth. "Everybody stop yelling before somebody gets hurt or something!" Vegeta realized the danger of the situation.....2 adult Saiyan males who knew how to shoot ki blasts were in the room and yelling. "Bra, Trunks, why don't you guys go up to your rooms..." Bulma and Rehmon were yelling in eachother's faces. Bra and Trunks were ambling up to their rooms. "Bulma, why don't you go up to the room too?" She turned around and started yelling at Vegeta, because she was so mad. "You don't tell me what to do, Vegeta! If you don't want to hear us yell, then YOU can go up to the room and I'll finish this, If you don't want to help!" Vegeta just stood by the foot of the stairs and watched them yell.
30 minutes later, Vegeta was now SITTING on the foot of the stairs and watching. He played in a little pile of dust. "Bulma are you done yet?" He asked. "Let's see your degree!" Bulma was yalling at Rehmon, not even acknowledging Vegeta's existance. Rehmon pulled out a fake degree. It was all crumpled up in his pocket. "REAL degrees aren't kept just crumpled up in your pocket!" Bulma said. Vegeta saw her spittle fly in Rehmon's face and remembered the 1,000 times it happened to him, but he didn't mind. Finally, he decided to get up and GET Bulma, if she woulden't come. This wasn't helping anything at all, anyway. So he walked up behind her and slung her over his shoulder. "Come on." He said. She started hitting him in the back with her fists. "Put me down, Vegeta!" Bulma yelped. "I can fight my own battles! Put me down! Put me down!" She hit him harder. "Bulma, if you keep hitting me your gonna have a lot more to worry about then that fake degree!" But Bulma wasn't afraid of Vegeta, so she continued punching him and screaming in his ears. They were only halfway up the stairs right now. "Bulma, how about I drop you and you roll down the stairs?" He asked. "You woulden't." Bulma sneered. "Yes, I would, If you don't shut up." She sighed and layed her head on his shoulder, silent. "He's a fag." she said under her breath. Vegeta nodded. "Yes, I know." Then he threw her on the bed. "I'll go tell the 'fag' to leave." He said, and he went downstairs. Next thing Bulma knew, she heard a lamp crash against the wall. "My lamp!" She shrieked. She got up and slid down the banister of the stairs. She saw Vegeta was scrambling to pick up peices of a broken lamp, and Rehmon was already gone. He saw Bulma and became frightened.
"I'm sorry I broke your lamp, Bulma!" He said. "But...I lost my tmeper and hurled it at him! I forgot that your great granny passed it down to you!" Bulma growled like Cujo, then screamed. "Your such a retard! Of course It's the one my great granny gave to me! That's the ONLY lamp we have in the house!" She kicked the coffee table at Vegeta, and he scrambled out of the way. "Let's not get physical about it....Please?" Bulma just growled louder and threw a glass of water at him. It hit the wall above him and shattered. Little shards of glass fell into his hair and water doused him. HE growled this time. "Hey!" He said. "You want to be in the hospital?" Bulma knew they were empyt threats, so she rolled up the newspaper and smacked him with it. It left a red weal. "OW!" Vegeta said. "OW OW OW!" She smacked him in the legs and butt and even on his face a couple of times. Red weals were left every time. "Stop!" He said. He grabbed one of her skinny little arms. "I'll twist it!" He said. But she just hauled off and kicked him in the balls. "OW!" He screamed, and fell to his knees, holding his crotch. "That was real mean..." He groaned as he made lots of funny noises. Bulma looked down at him on the floor. "Sometimes I wonder about you, Vegeta." She said. "If course that was Granny's d*mn old lamp!" Then she helped Vegeta stand up. He was still holding himself. "Stop that!" She said. He took his hands away and she helped him stand up. Vegeta growled in her face. "You hurt me." He said. Bulma shrugged. "Aw well." Then she went to sweep the kitchen floor. Vegeta collapsed on the couch.
"I think you crushed my balls." Vegeta said. "I really do." He was trying to walk, and looking much like a duck while he did so. Between his legs....so I should say....was very, very sore from Bulma's swift kick. "Your so mean." He whined into the kitchen. Bulma stepped out of it. Her hair was standing up, or most of it was, anyway, her mascara was running, and her clothes were dirty. "Jesus, what have u been DOING?" Vegeta asked. She wiped a hand through her greasy hair. "I was cleaning the very messy kitchen." She said, and sat down on the couch by Vegeta. She patted his inner thigh. "Sorry about kicking you there. I was just really, really angry." He made his best 'mad face' and stared at the blank TV. Then he ripped her hand off his inner thigh and threw it down on the couch.
"What's wrong with you?" Bulma asked. "You should forgive and forget." Vegeta showed her the many red weals on his arms, legs and one on his face. "That's from hitting me with the newspaper." He said. "You get mad and threaten to leave me when I hit u, but you think you can hit me? That's not that way it works. And when you hit a man, your just asking to get hit back." Bulma leaned into Vegeta. He pushed her away. "But you didn't hit me back." Bulma said. Vegeta sneered. "I wish I had. Now go away and leave me alone." He shoved her a little to the side. "Please forgive me, Veggie!" Bulma said. "I promise I won't hit you anymore." She hugged Vegeta to her. He didn't push away this time, but he made some angry sounding little noises. "Let's go out to dinner or something." Said Bulma. "We haven't in a while." He hesitated, then he nodded. "I AM a little hungry right now." He sat straight up. "If I can walk, that is." Bulma was tired of hearing him whine and whine about the same old thing, so she helped him stand a little....with a push. He stumbled and almost hit the TV, but was able to regain his balance. "You just better watch it." He said. "Let's go get dressed." Bulma followed him up the stairs, but he shut their bedroom door and locked it. Bulma jiggled the knob. "Vegeta!" She said. "Vegeta let me in!" She beat on the door.
"Stop knocking so hard!" Vegeta yelled from the other side. "Your going to break the door!" Bulma beat even harder. "Let me in! I need to get ready to go!" She said. Vegeta looked through the key hole. So did Bulma. All she saw was his big black eye. "Let me in!" She said, and she stuck her finger in the lock hole and poked Vegeta in the eye. "OWWW!" He said, and backed up. "Just for that, I think I'll stay in here for a WEEK! And I won't let you sleep in here or anything. You'll have to sleep without your Geeta for a week! HAHAHAHA!" Bulma knew how to win this situation. She just had to play all her cards right. "Vegeta." She said, slyly. "If you don't let me in, I won't have sex with you for a month." There was a moment of stunned silence at the other end of the door. "You coulden't. Your a horny woman. Your urges would get the better of you." Bulma knew just what to say to counter that and seal the deal. "I'll get my urges out with Goku. He doesn't like Chi Chi's sex; he told me. He would LOVE to get it on with me a couple of times." Suddenly, the doorknob twisted vilontly and opened. "Okay, come on in, Bulma." She came in. Vegeta was only in a pair of spandex and no shirt. Bulma wanted to get IN those Spandex right about now, but she knew she had to get ready. He looked really sexy without a shirt on. She LOVED his new haircut, and was glad that he had shaved off his mustache that he had a couple of months ago. Bulma shook her head and went into the bathroom to put on her makeup. "Thanks for letting me in." She said.
"No problem." Vegeta grumbled as he spread shaving cream over his strong jawline. Vegeta walked past Bulma, and he brushed his hand over her back as he walked by. Just an old habit that he had, and it had never mattered much, but it made Bulma shudder right now because she was so horny. "Are you cold or something?" He asked. She shook her head and spread on her lipstick. "No. I'm not cold." She said. Vegeta was looking for a razor, and dropping many things. "What are you doing?" Bulma asked him. "I'm looking for the razor. It's gone." Bulma walked over there. "Well, If you would actually look instead of just moving things around--" She moved a bottle of Noxema vilontly to the side. She disn't see the hammer she had put up there a couple weeks ago to renail the boards to the wall, and the Noxema bottle clacked against it, causing it to clatter to the floor--right on Vegeta's foot!
For a minute, he just stood there, shaving cream spread over his handsome features, and watched blood pour out of his toe. Then he realized that it hurt, hurt pretty bad, mind you, and howled. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Vegeta honey!" Bulma said. "I didn't mean to knock that hammer on your toe!" Vegeta was holding his bleeding toe. "OW! OW!" He said. He bounced over to the bed and flopped on it. Bulma flopped on it beside him. "I'm so sorry! Here, let me blow on it!" She blew on his toe with a force, and that caused it to burn. "OWCH!" He yelled, and flailed his legs around in a natural defense. Bulma managed to move her head out of the way of all the kicks. "Hold on! Your rubbing shaving cream all over our comforter! Now be still; I need to see how deep your cut is." Vegeta whimpered like a dog and layed still. Bulma took a rag from the bathroom and sopped up some blood. "It's pretty deep." She said. Then she hugged his cheek to her chest, rubbing slimy shaving cream all over her shirt. But she didn't care. She The sight of blood--Vegeta's blood--was actually making her horny right now, even though slimy shaving cream WAS being rubbed all over her. Vegeta whimpered, and Bulma felt a few warm tears trail down his shapely cheeks. "It's okay, Geeta." Bulma said, rubbing his warm hair. "I'll put a bandage on your foot and you'll be good as new." She set his head down on the bed and went and got the medical basket. As she worked on sanatizing the cut and bandaging it, Vegeta squirmed a little under the pain. "Ow." He said. "Stop hurting me, please." Bulma tried to be more gentle.
"There, Vegeta." Bulma said, when she was finished bandaging up his cut on his toe. He sat up. "Thanks. I need to go and get dressed, now." He brushed his hand past her back as he got up again. Bulma shivered again. "But I like what your wearing NOW." She whispered. Vegeta looked down at himself. Shirtless, clad only in a pair of black spandex. "But I can't go out like this. I'm barely wearing anything, Bulma." Bulma nodded. "That's the point." Vegeta looked at her and rolled his eyes, then went back in the bathroom.
Bra was packing a bag of stuff. "I can't stay here." She said. "They're mean to Rehmon. So I'm going to spend the night at his house." She threw in all her makeup in case they decided to go somewhere. "Who cares if he got a fake degree? That's honest to...some extent!" She threw in her negligee, because she knew he would want to make love that night. When she was done packing, she fetched a heart shaped notebook full of pink paper and began writing in it. She wrote, 'Dear Papa, I'm at Rehmon's. I'll be back tomarrow morning. Do NOT come over looking for me, if your gonna be mean to my boyfriend. See you tomarrow, Papa! Love Bra.'. "Okay, I doubt that will keep him from worrying, but aw well." She folded the note up and taped it to her TV screen. Then she threw her duffel bag out the window and jumped out. She climbed down the storm drain.
"Bulma, go away. I have to get ready, like you need to be." Said Vegeta. He was stroking a razor up and down his chin. Bulma just came up behind him, put her arms around his waist where she could feel his 6 pack of abs, and trailed her lips across the back of his neck, at the start of his hairline. He shvered in anticipation. He liked it, liked it alot, but he knew he needed to get ready. He turned his head around, and kissed her on the forehead. "Not now." He said softly. "I'm getting ready, remember?" She backed away and picked up her makeup. She was REALLY horny right now, and she could tell Vegeta was interested, but he was also VERY ravenous. sex would just have to wait tonight.
Bulma started putting on Vegeta's favorite shade of lipstick. She was also going to wear his favorite skirt and shirt, and also his favorite eyeshadow. "Bulma, why are you putting on makeup before your putting on your clothes? They'll get dirty." She laughed and wiped off the lipstick. Then she went to her closet. She picked out the pink suit and started to pull it on. Vegeta realized this suit was one she had bought almost 2 years ago and it was his favorite. "Yay!" He said. "My favorite suit!" He clapped twice and started trying to pick out a shirt. He decided upon one of his shirts that was very tight and outlined all of his muscles, and a vest. He also got his biking gloves. When he turned around, he noticed Bulma's suit was on. She was turned toward the mirror and applying makeup. Vegeta came up beside her, to finished shaving. He lightly brushed the back of his hand over her flat stomach, which was a little bit exposed from the shirt. Bulma smiled at Vegeta and tried to finish smearing on her lipstick. Vegeta was trying really hard to finish shaving, but he thought Bulma looked really HOT in her suit. He kept glancing sidewards at her. So, he walked up next to her and kissed the side of her neck tenderly. She let him kiss her for a little bit, but then she backed away. "Remember? You want to get ready?" Vegeta pouted. "I thought you wanted me to." Vegeta said, coming up close to her again. He put his arms around her and kissed her on the lips with his tongue in her mouth. He smeared her lipstick all over her face. Something that bothered him was that she was barely indulging at all, so he backed away. She just sighed, wiped the rest of the ruined lipstick off, and tried to do her eyeshadow first.
Vegeta looked down at his bandaged toe. Blood was leaking through the bandage, but Vegeta didn't care. He grabbed his shirt and ruffled it over his head. It was a black shirt, so It scared him when it got stuck over his head. He had to use a powerful jerk to get it over and on him. "That shirt is totally indecent!!!" Bulma said. Vegeta looked down at it. It was really tight, a fact he already knew. "If you flex your muscles it's going to rip in half!" Bulma ran over and tried to rip the shirt off. "Hey!" Vegeta said. "I thought you liked this shirt!" He backed away. Then he placed his hands over his chest to prevent the shirt from ripping off. "I do like it, but not for out in public. Now remove it before I get really angry." Vegeta backed away and flopped on the bed. He decided to change the subject. "It's cold in here." He said, rubbing his arms with his hands. He wasn't lying. It really was cold in there. "Here." Bulma sad. She got a blanket and spread it out on the bed. "Now lay down and I'll roll you in it." Vegeta layed down on the blanket and got rolled up in it. "There!" Bulma said. "Your a Vegeta Fahita!" (Fahita-A mexican food that is meat rolled up in a tortilla. Get it? Vegeta Fahita? It rhymes!) Vegeta giggled. "A Vegeta Fahita." he repeated after Bulma. He liked the sound of that.
"I haven't felt good." Trunks said. He was beeing the blond Barbie. "Me neither." He said, now the red-head Barbie. It was wonderful how he could be 2 people. That's why he liked to play with Barbies. "I got pregnant when I was 12, then I spent the rest of my middle school years tending to a child. By the time I was in High School, my child was 4 years old and able to stay home by himself. So, you see, having children early and planning their age to correspond with your schooling is the best thing to do." Trunks said, the blond one again. "What does that have to do with not feeling well?" Red hed barbie asked. Trunks was really getting into his game when he heard a 'TRRRRRUUUNKS!" From the bottom of the stairs. It was his dad, so he shoved his Barbie friends under the bed and opened the door.
"WHHHHAAATTT?" He called. It echoed. "Me and Bulma are gonna go out to dinner, so you'll be here by urself for a while. Go tell Bra, Okay?" "OOOOOKKKKAAAAYYY!" Trunks yelled, mainly for the echo. He wasn't a very macho man. He heard the front door open and close, and then he skipped down the hall to Bra's room. He knocked on the door. "Bra? I gotta tell u something." He said. There wasn't an answer. "BRAAA!" He said. Still, no answer. So he opened the door, hoping she was doing something private. She wasn't. Matter of fact, she wasn't doing anything, because she wasn't there. "Bra?" Trunks said. He went over to the closet and opened it. No Bra, but Fluffy came running out. "Where the holy hell is she?" Trunks asked himself. He looked down the window, but she wasn't there either. He was scratching his head, and about to walk out and call the police, when he saw the note. "Oh." He said. "She's over screweing that Rehmon. I'll go call Pan." Then he walked into his bedroom. He didn't care.
"Your parents are retarded!" Rehmon said. "They think they can tell me what to do!" He crumpled up the fake degree in his hands. "Rehmon, just ignore what they say." Bra said. She wasn't feeling so good. Matter of fact, her stomach was rolling like she was going to throw up. Rehmon noticed the look on her green face. "Bra, are you alright?" He asked. He came over and put a blanket over her. "I"m fine." She said. "Do you want me to take ya home?" Rehmon asked. Bra was flattered that he would be willing to take her home even thought he was having horrible confrontations with Vegeta and Bulma. "No, I don't need to go home." Bra sighed. "I want to stay here tonight." Rehmon nodded. "I'll make you a pallet on the floor. That is if you don't want to sleep with me." Bra shook her head. "No, I'll have sex with you, but I don't beleive in sleeping with someone before you get married." Rehmon was puzzled at the way she thought.
"Okay. You really don't look so good, so..." He went to the refrigerator. There was all these moldy Big Macs and Big and Tasty hamburgers. "I don't really have anything for me to eat, either. And I don't start my 'job' till Monday, so I don't have any money to order out." Rehmon sighed and collasped on the couch, jostling Bra. She was so sick to her stomach that the little jostle caused her to need to throw up, so she ran to the bathroom to blow some chunks.
"How come you don't eat all your food?" Bulma asked, holding a fork full of food up to Vegeta's large and rather loud mouth. "Because I don't want to." He said. He was in a grumpy mood because Bulma wanted him to dance with her, but he wasn't the worlds best dancer. "Well eat it anyway, or you won't get any dessert." Vegeta swiped the fork away from Bulma and shoved it in his mouth. He chewed thouroughly and swallowed. "There, are you happy now?" He asked. Bulma shook her pretty head. "No, because all the food on that 40 dollar plate isn't gone." Vegeta grolwed and shoveleed it all into his mouth. "THERE! Are you through persecuting me, now?" Bulma shook her head. "Not quite. See, the fact is, you won't dance with me." Vegeta rolled his big black eyes.
"Not this again!" He said. Then he got up. "If you won't leave me alone about that, then I'm going to fly home!" He screamed, a little too loudly. "Vegeta, shh!" Bulma said. " Be quiet!" THen she lowered her voice to nicer proportions. "Vegeta, if you DO decide to answer me, then I will reward you richly." She put her hand on Vegeta's inner thigh. He looked down at it and gulped. "I'm sorry, Bulma." He said. "I really like your...offer....but...I simply CAN'T." He pushed her hand away and rose up. But the next thing he knew, BUlma took his hands and twirled Vegeta around. "HEY!" Vegeta said. "Your dancing with me!" Bulma nodded. "See how easy it is? And it makes me sooooo happy." Vegeta didn't like it, so he planted his feet on the ground. "Please stop it. We can go to a movie or something, but not this." Bulma just kept twirling. "Maybe later Vegeta." She said. Vegeta was humiliated. "BULMA!" He screeeched, and flew up in the air where Bulma coulden't get to him. "Vegeta, come down from there!" Bulma said. Vegeta shook his head. "Agree to come to a movie with me, and no dancing!" Bulma sighed. Vegeta always got his way. "FINE." She said.
Trunks was doing his homework. It said:
Name:Trunks Date:9/5/03
Teacher:Smith Period #:2
World War II
You have been reading on WWII and it's effects. Please answer
the below questions with the correct answers.
1. What, according to Adolf Hitler, was the 'supreme race'?
A. Brown hair, Brown eyes B.Blond hair, Blue eyes
C. Red hair, blue eyes C. Blond hair, Brown eyes
Trunks didn't know what to put. "MAN, I hate stupid old homework!" He said, and bashed a fist against the desk. It made an echoey noise. Trunks hated college, but if he ever hoped to run Capsule Corp. He had to take it. Trunks let out a huge puff of air through his lips and circled 'b'. He thought he remembered something like that from reading his Social Studies book, but he didn't remember thourougly. His paper was torn and dirty from eraser marks. And then he remembered something. Bra was in high school, but they were studying the exact same thing as Trunks. She had to write a paper on it last week! And since he was in her room, it might be in here and have a whole lot of the answer on it! Number 2 on his paper was: WHAT DREW THE U.S OF A INTO WORLD WAR 2?? He figured Bra's paper had the answer to that; she was an 'a' student! He began ruffling through her files and notes from friends. A note with a big red heart caught his eye, and he pulled the paper out. It was a love letter from Bra to Rehmon! He had replied to it on the bottom. It said: 'Dear Rehmon, What is up with you?' She was using her best calligraphy handwriting, unlike the sloppy kind she usually used. Anyway, continuing, it said :'I miss you so much. I wish we could see eachother all the time. You are the most handsome man I've ever seen in my life. The sex last night was amazing! Mother was right. Hugs and Kisses, Your girlfriend(and lucky, too!) Bra Breifs' Trunks began giggling madly. "They had sex!" He thought. "I didn't know that!" He wondered why Bra liked Rehmon so much, when Trunks saw him as a sleezeball. Trunks sat down deep in the skinky seat and began to read Rehmon's reply:
'Dear Bra, Thanks for the letter. I know I write like a little kid, but you will have to bear with me, here! N/m is up with me, I just think about you all the time(TRUNKS GAGGED AT THIS PART) and I think you are amazing too. Well, I G2G because I'm not good at this letter writing bizz. Seeya soon, Rehmon.'The note was dated one month ago.Trunks began laughing out loud. "Cool! Too bad I've never been on many dates...I could get notes like this." He folded it up and put it back. Then he began digging for more notes.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Vegeta screamed. They were in the movie 'Jeeper's Creeper's'. It was scaring Vegeta. "VEGETA!" Bulma whispered feircly. "It's not scary! It's stupid! Now shut up and watch it!" Vegeta turned around and looked at the screen. They were at the part where they find the body with the stitches in it, where the man ate the other guy's insides out. It is a really nasty(yet stupid)scene. "It's so scary!" Vegeta said, loudly. "They stitched him up!" He began to shiver uncontrolably. "Stop!" Bulma said, and she bonked him on the head. He rubbed his head and watched the screen. "C'we....I mean, can we leave, Bulmee? Please?" Bulma looked at him with dagger eyes. "Don't call me Bulmee or I'll kick your @$$!" Vegeta sank down in his seat and watched the screen. The scary pictures of the monster, he knew, would haunt his dreams for the rest of his life. "Why did we choose this movie?" He asked Bulma. She made a 'shh' sign and ate a peice of popcorn. The gore was so terrible that Vegeta coulden't even think about eating, much less do it.He stretched in the seat. "Please can we leave?" He pleaded again.
Bulma pointed at the door. "The door is right there. If you wanna leave, be my guest. Now stop whining." Bulma didn't expect Vegeta to, so when he DID get up ad start slinking slowly to the door, she was suprised. But she just shrugged and watched the movie.
Now, Vegeta was all alone outside the movie theater. He felt lonely and unloved as he pulled his jacket around him and walked over the sidewalk. The jacket smelt like leather, a smell Vegeta liked very much. "It's awfully cold for fall." Vegeta said. It had just turned autumn and the leaves on the trees were just now changing colors. "She can watch her dumb old movie all by herself. I don't care." Vegeta sneered. He took off to do some loops in the air, maybe to take up time, and maybe to go home. He coulden't take the Ferrari if he decided to go home, because that would leave Bulm with no way home. Vegeta was doing a loop in the air, and enjoying the tickly way it made his tummy feel, sort of like airplane turblance(You know, the elevator feeling), when he saw a black man sitting on a bench. The man had a scruffy looking jacket pulled around his face and seemed to be hacking so hard Vegeta thought he would cough up a lung. Vegeta shrugged and landed in front of the man. "Hey, dude!" Vegeta said. "Don't hack up a lung!" Vegeta walked a bit closer. "Why dontcha go home and tell your woman to fix you some hot tea? That'll clear that cough right up." Vegeta pondered on why the black man wasn't at home with his family in the middle of the night. "I ain't got no home or woman." The black man said, and hacked into his hand. Vegeta was flabbergasted.
"No home? No woman? Where do you live and who takes care of you?" Vegeta asked, stepping a little closer. The black man hacked and hacked and hacked. "I take care 'o' myself most of the time." He said. He took a deep, shuddering breath. Vegeta jammed his hands in his pockets. "Nice job your doing here, too. It's pretty cold out here, and that jacket has holes in it." The old black bum nodded. "Yes I know. But at least I have this much." That scentence struck Vegeta painfully. How could he appreciate life still, when he had so little? How could he trust people when they didn't give him anything? Vegeta would think about this man many times in the next few years. "Well....where did you get that jacket at?" Vegeta asked. The old black man looked at it and sighed. "I found it one Christmas in the garbage. It looked pretty much like this....but there was only half as many holes." He hacked into a hand. "I just thought of it as my christmas present." Vegeta was horrified. "Clothes? Out of the trash?" He asked, his voice hitching. The black man nodded. "Can't buy them. I ain't go no job. No job, no money." Vegeta looked at his leather boots. "Why don't you beg?" He asked. The black man pointed to his crooked and deformed nose. "Tried that once. Got me a broken nose." Vegeta gasped. People were so horrible to this soul! "You don't have any family? No wife, no children, no mother, no father?" The black man shook his head. "I gots me a brother, but I don't know where he is as of now. Rich guy, he is. Works in some kind of car industry." The old man hacked and hacked. Vegeta was panged with sadness. He had never seen anyone so prideless or pathetic as this person! "How can you go out in public looking like that?" Vegeta asked. "Where's your pride?" The black man coughed. "Well, I don't have any pride left anymore. I sleep under this bench, and I eat whatever movie treats people throw away. My only protection is my tiny pocket knife, and that itself has protected me many a times. No, son, no pride left." Then the black bum looked at Vegeta with his bloodshot eyes. "Your a lucky young man. I saw you going into the movie. You got yourself a pretty little wife, and the both of you are wearing expensive watches and clothes. I envy you. I really do." Vegeta was so sad that he had to get out of there. Without a single goodbye to the old black bum, he took to the air.
"Ohhh.." Bra said. "I don't know what is wrong with me. I hope it's nothing serious." She was leaning over the toilet while Rehmon rubbed her back. "How about I take you up to the minor emergency clinic?" He asked. "They can give you something to stop you from throwing up." Bra nodded as she completed the disgusting task. "Would you? I'd give anything to get over....whatever this is." Rehmon nodded and hiked her up over a shoulder. "Okay. Let's go." And he zoomed out of the window.
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That is the end of this chapter. But I have some stuff to say: Thanks to Maria S. for all her reveiws! And to the people who think my Vegeta is out of character, well, this is GT Vegeta. He's alot more nicer in GT. And for those of you who didn't like it when Vegeta cheated on Bulma...It's not like its a forever thing. It was just for one time. Bon Voyage!!!!
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