chapter 6
disclaimer: I dont own DBZ
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In the weeks that followed, Bra found she could barely eat anything. Everything made her stomach do circus leaps. "Mommmm." She groaned. "This is horrible....I hate throwing up every morning." Bulma shrugged. "Well, you have to eat and eat and eat. Your baby won't be healthy if you don't get fat." Bra forced more ketchup bread down her throat. Vegeta was sitting on the opposite end of the table. He hadn't talked to Bra in nearly a month! That was worrying Bra, that and the fact that she hadn't seen REHMON in a month, either. Bulma told Bra he was probably still soaking in the news and not to bother him, so Bra hadn't even called or shown up at his house. "Maybe he left me!" Bra said. "Maybe he's not really a gentleman....Maybe he just........is a deadbeat dad!" Bra burst into sobs. Vegeta rolled his eyes and groaned. He got up to leave the table, but Bulma came up behind him, placed her hands on his shoulders, and pushed him back down into the chair. He grumbled.
"I don't want to listen to her DRONE. It's her own fault she's carrying that man's child--and I think it's for the better we don't see him, either. Because if we did...." Vegeta bent his fork with a violent twist--"I might ring his little neck!" Bra cried out. "MO-OM!" She said. Bulma rolled her eyes. "Your father is just very angry right now." Bulma said. "D*mn right I am!" Vegeta growled. Bulma frowned. Vegeta had been so angry in the past month....And alot of his anger was towards Bra and Bulma. Bra looked around at the various holes in the wall in which Vegeta had punched.
"Without him I can't shop for things for the babies room!" Vegeta snorted--an ugly, terrible sound. "So, you've already picked out it's room? Well, it'd better not be anywhere near me and your mom's room! I refuse to help take care of this kid I didn't even want! I refuse to have my sleep disturbed!" Vegeta stomped around the kitchen, yelling and screaming. "IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP--" Bulma said, and she brandished a very big and very sharp butcher knife. Vegeta was aware of how the tip sparkled in the light-- and clamped his mouth shut. Only a stupid man coulden't see it was very sharp--and Bulma was very angry. He sat down at the table. Bulma petted his head. "Stop." Vegeta mumbled. She pulled her hand away.
"I need to go to the doctor today for my 2 and a half month sonagram." Bra said. "I don't know how to drive, yet, so one of you will have to take me." Vegeta crossed his arms and chuckled. "No way am I taking you. This child is none of my responsibility!" Bulma wiped her red, wash swollen hands on a towel. "Well I can't take you! I have a staff meeting thingy today." Bra looked back at Vegeta. "Papa, Please? I really need to go to see if the baby is healthy! You don't want it to be born still, do you?" Vegeta was silent. He didn't WANT the baby to be born, but he didn't want it to die now that it was there, either. "Call up that Reymond...Rehmon....Whatever, dude, and tell him to take you. He's the father of your child." Bra looked down. "I haven't heard from him, like I said....and I don't want to bother him. Please?" Vegeta looked at his hands, finding a sudden interest in them. Then he looked at Bulma. "I expect a reward for doing such a beautiful and noble deed." He said, then winked. Bulma smiled. "Sure." She said. Then she kissed Vegeta. "Only this once--I promise. I just can't put this staff meeting aside, because this is the one where I tell them about Trunks' grades and stuff and they can see if he can own Capsule Corp." Vegeta nodded. "Fine." He sighed, letting the air out like a horse.
Bra came up and gave him a huge hug. "Oh thank you, Papa! Your so sweet!" She kissed Vegeta. He grunted. "Leave me alone. I am not happy with- -"*DING DONG!!! Vegeta stopped in his scentence. "Did that come out of me, or was that the doorbell?" Bulma slapped Vegeta. "That was the doorbell; you f*cking idiot! Now go and get it!" Vegeta glared at her with dagger eyes. "Why don't you make me?" He rose out of his chair with a speed and stared Bulma straight in the face. Bulma stuck her tongue out at him. "I don't make trash." She said. "I burn it." Then she opened her eyes to see Vegeta's reaction, but he was headed toward the door.
"AGH!" Bulma and Bra heard from the front door. "Mom, what is that?" Bra asked. "Who was at the door?" Bulma shrugged. "I have no idea! You stay in here, honey! It might have been a burglar assaulting Vegeta!" Bulma ran out to see to her Vegeta. What she saw was both horribly embarrasing and angering at the exact same time. "VEGETA, GET OFF OF HIM!!" Bulma yelled. Vegeta was sitting on top of Rehmon, who was carrying a boquet of flowers and a box of chocolate, and had a scowl on his face something horrible. Vegeta was holding a small, pointy pocket knife to Rehmon's throat.
"How....dare...you....get my daughter Pregnant!" Vegeta roared. "I'll slit your throat, so you can't get OTHER innocent little girls PREGNANT!" Bulma didn't think twice. She just ran forward and buried her hands in Vegeta's thick, black hair. She grabbed two huge chunks and began to pull. "OW!" Vegeta roared. "let go of me!" He threw his head side to side, causing his hair to pull and his eyes to water. "Get off of him, and I will." Bulma said coolly. Vegeta froze for a second. "No." He said. "Now let go of me, before I blast you to bits!" Bulma normally woulden't be scared at a threat like that, but since Vegeta was a very angry Saiyan with a very bad temper, she realeased his hair. Vegeta plugged the knife back up against Rehmon's throat.
"MOM!!!" Bra yelled from the kitchen. "Mom, what's going on in there?" Bulma wasn't sure what to do. "Nothing, Honey! Just stay in the kitchen!" "No, I'm coming--" "IF YOU COME OUT OF THAT KITCHEN I'LL KILL YOUR CAT AND NAIL IT TO THE GARBAGE CAN!" Bulma heard Bra stumble into a chair. "Now for you, Vegeta. Vegeta, you get off him right now." Vegeta shook his head. "NO! The oppertunity is way too--"
A fist flew up from the floor and smashed into Vegeta's jaw. Vegeta howled and was knocked backwards, as Rehmon hopped up off the floor. He put his chocolates and flowers on the table. "Just what did you think you were doing, you maniac?" Rehmon snarled, his handsome features screwed up in a terrible sneer. "I'm sure it was nothing." Bulma said to Rehmon. But then she looked down at Vegeta crumpled in a heap on the floor. She knelt over him. "He's hurt!" She said. She ran one hand down his cheek. "How dare you punch my Vegeta!" Bulma said. Rehmon coulden't beleive what he was hearing. "He held a knife up to me! What was I supposed to do, 'take it like a man'?" Bulma jumped up to come to Vegeta's defense. "He's just upset that you--a man who once almost took ME from him--went and f*cked our daughter and got her preggie! And to top it all off, we haven't seen you in a month or more!"
Rehmon growled. "I had a perfectly good and liable reason for all of that!" He said. Bulma helped Vegeta to his feet, who launched himself at Rehmon and began punching. Rehmon slapped and punched and kicked, and the next thing Bulma knew, they were rolling all over the place and fighting like two cats. "MOM!" Bra said. She sounded scared. "Bra, what did I say about that cat?" But Bra was worried. Who had that been at the door? She pondered and pondered, but then she finally realized when a thick, raspy voice she loved and recognized said, 'VEGETA GET OFFA ME!' It was Rehmon. Rehmon who she missed! She ran out of the kitchen and stood to a halt as she saw what they were doing.
"STOPPIT!" She squealed in protest. Rehmon and vegeta stopped; Rehmon's hand was shoving Vegeta's mouth strangly to the side, and Vegeta was biting into his finger. Blood dribbled down his chin and chest. "What are you guys DOING?" Bra asked. Her voice was full of tears as Rehmon got up. "He attacked me!" He said. Then he grabbed the flowers and chocolate. "I really, truly am sorry." Bulma was examining Vegeta, who had his bloody lip and his finger was bruised. He also had a nasty bruise on his jawbone. Rehmon's hair was messed up, his nose was oozing thick and red blood, and one of his eyes were black. He was thankful he hadn't been hurt worse. "I can't beleive you guys." Bra said, taking the flowers and candy but not smiling. Rehmon noticed that, she wasn't looking fat yet, but a little bit of her stomach hung over her belt.
"Let's just forget about it." Rehmon said. "How are you and the baby doing?" He reached out to touch her stomach, and she slapped his hand away. "Nuh uh." Bra said. "Not until I know where you've been all this time! I was worried that you left our baby!" Rehmon shook his head feircly. "No way! Never! I would never leave our child; I just had to take a buisness trip for case studies." Bra let out a long, demented sigh. "Thank god." And she kissed Rehmon. A low, doggish growl rose in Vegeta's throat, and he leaped forward again. But this time he was caught by Bulma. "Let's go up to our room." Bulma said. "REHMON can take Bra to her sonogram appointment." Rehmon nodded. "I will. In my new 2003 Mercedes Roadster." He pulled out some keys and jingled them. Bra clasped her hands. "Oh, I love those cars! So expensive.....Let's go!" And her and Rehmon left.
Vegeta was laying on the bed, his eyes narrowed to slits, watching 'Oprah Wifrey'. It was about a woman who was almost fatally attacked by a Great White Shark. Bulma walked in, her boots tapping on the floor. "Vegeta?" Bulma said in a gentle voice. She understood his terrible feelings of woe. "Hello, Bulma." Vegeta said. "I imagine your very humiliated by my behaivior, like you always are." He said, his voice strengthining on every word. "NO, matter of fact, I was not."
Vegeta smirked and changed the TV to 'Jenny Jones'. It was entitled, 'WHO'S MY BABY'S FATHER?'. Vegeta growled. "Get that SMUT off our TV!" Bulma said. She swiped the remote. Vegeta growled menecangly, like a rabid dog. "Give that back!" He cried, and dove for it. Bulma swiped it away and turned off the TV. " I am ashamed of your behaivior, just a little." Bulma said. Then she sat down by Vegeta on the bed. "But I don't think Rehmon should have hit you." She said. "You were angry because he made Bra pregnant. And it WAS wrong for him to dissapparate for a month....then just walk back, asking for rights into our family." Vegeta sat up, more interested in the conversation. "You know what? I think your right." He was glad Bulma and he were agreeing on this very serious subject.
"But he did have an explaination. He said he was on a buisness trip." Vegeta rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Those silly little things you used to go on that were just excuses to leave this mad house for a while? How do you know he's not using these 'buisness trips' to get away??" Bulma threw her hands in the air. "Well, I give up, VEGETA! If your going to be so p*ssy about it, and not listen to anything I say, then I'll go see what Trunks is doing." She walked away. "HEY!" Vegeta said. BUlma turned around fairly. "What do you want?" She asked him. "If you want to, you can come back later. We can have some fun." Bulma rolled her eyes and walked out.
Trunks was sitting at the desk in his room, doing homework. It was a test reveiw. Here's what it said:
Test Reveiw # 3
1. When you run Capsule Corp, how will you turn on the machine to initiate the Computer? Describe in full scentences without skipping anything. ____________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________.
2. How do you get a car or anything else in a Capsule? ____________________________________________________________________________ ______.
Trunks hated these tests. He wasn't sure he wanted to own the Capsule Corp. His mom just assumed that he did, which made him very mad. Trunks just yawned, pushed the test reveiw aside, and cracked the spine of a brand new 'Men's Body' magazine. He turned to the section with all the scantily clad ladies, and noticed an article. There was a little man's picture. All the girls that were featured in the pictures on the article were crowded around him. The picture excerpt said, 'Journalist and author, John Fitzy, poses with girls who he interveiwed for the article'.
Trunks' eyes widened. This little old man, who was very ugly, was being crowded around by these cute girls--just because he was a journalist? Trunks flipped through the article and found out that he had gotten to interveiw the girls and everything! He even got a date with one! Trunks' questions about his future were all answered. He was a handsome boy, but his weird personality and lack of a current job kept him from getting many dates. But if he was a journalist, not only would he be a handsome boy, but he would have a job--and get to pose with pretty ladies! He tore up the Capsule Corp paper. He knew what he wanted to do, and was about to go out and tell his ma and pa, when the door opened and Bulma came in.
"Goodness sakes, is that A TEST REVEIW TORN UP ON THE FLOOR?" She went spastic. "Trunks, if your going to own the C.C, you can't throw your papers all over the floor! Especially not tear them up first!!" Trunks shook his head. "No, it's no problem, mom." Bulma looked at him with wide eyes. "And why not??" She said. "If you don't pass that test, they're going to decline you! I don't decide all of this, you know!" Trunks shook his head again. "No, it's no prob. I don't wanna own the C.C." Bulma's face went white and she pitched to the floor. That's when Trunks heard a hearty whistling, making a tune.
"Hello, son!" Said the whistler, Vegeta. He was trying to hold his temper in check. "Why is Bulma on the floor?" Bulma jumped up and began yelling in Veggie's face. "Here's what's wrong! I walk in here to see his paper on the floor....and he said he doesn't want to own C.C anymore! OMG!" Bulma fell into Vegeta. Vegeta, who wasn't so quick to jump to conclusions, wanted to know more. "Interesting." He said, sarcasticlly. "Tell us more." He supported Bulma so she stood up straight. "I wanna be a journalist." He said. He pointed to the picuture, and Vegeta laughed. "Okay, Trunks." Vegeta went to walk out. "Don't you even give a sh*t?" Bulma asked Vegeta. Vegeta shook his head. "If Trunks wants to do something creative, you should encourage it." Then Vegeta patted her on the head and went to overdose on more depression pills. Bulma realized he was right.
"Okay, Trunks. I know just what to do." Trunks listened, or at least looked like he was. "Write a report--you know, like an article....and take it to the newspaper stand and let the reveiwer read it. I'm friends with him. Maybe, if he likes it, he'll recommend you bigger people." Then Bulma rolled her eyes and walked out. Trunks sat down at his typewriter to write.
"When Bra gets back from her sonogram, there's a favor I want you to do." Bulma said. She was painting her toenails, and Vegeta was watching with intesrest. The depression pills were making him feel happy at everything. "What is that?" Vegeta asked. "I want you to go to Rehmon's penthouse and talk to him." Vegeta's eyes widened, and there was a pang of anger at the mention of Rehmon's name. He squashed the can of coke in his hand, spraying soda all over the bed. "No way!" He said. "You know I hate him! I can't beleive you would even ask!" He threw the crushed can against the wall. "You make me so d*mn mad sometimes..." Vegeta buried his face in his hands.
"Please?" Bulma asked. "Do it for me? I'm afraid Rehmon, if you keep being mean to him, will go to court and get custody of the child for revenge! He could, Vegeta! He could prove you unfit because you used to kill people and I accidently poisened him! I want to see the baby!" Vegeta thought Bulma was jumping to conclusions. "FINE!" He said. "Whatever!" He threw himself down backwards on the bed and let out a long, distressed sigh.
"I'm back!" Bra said. She rushed into Vegeta and Bulma's room with a manilla envelope, after waving to Rehmon in his '03 Mercedes roadster, who rode away. Bulma opened the door for Bra. "Let's see it!" Said Bulma. "They can't tell what it is yet, can they?" Bra shook her head. "I have another sonogram in half a month. He said they should be able to tell by then." Vegeta didn';t want to see the child on the pictures. He didn't WANT the baby. He didn't think it belonged in Bra. But soon, the Grandfather inticts arose in him, and he walked over to look.
"It's small." He said, with a mild sound of surprise. Bulma nodded. "I forgot--you never saw Trunks or Bra's sonograms. You were too afraid it would be nasty. But yes, it's small. It's only about an inch long." Vegeta stared at the picture a little more. "It doesn't look like a baby. It looks like an alien." Bra was offended. "That's what YOU looked like before YOU were born." And she stuffed the pic back in the bag.
"I hope your happy." Bulma said. Vegeta nodded. "Very much so." He replied. "Now i suspect you want me to go and see Rehmon? Well, It's late. I'll do it tomarrow. Right now, I'm going to bed." And he walked into the bathroom. Bulma followed. "Why are you going to put this off and put this off and put this off until you don't have to do it and I cave?" Vegeta shrugged. "Because I know you will cave soon and say, 'oh fine Vegeta, see if I care what you do or what you don't do'." Bulma rolled her eyes. He knew her all too well.
Suddenly, Vegeta's eyes widened. "I uh..I have something to do before I go to bed!" Said Vegeta. He grabbed a warm, cotton T-shirt and flew out the window. "I wonder where he's going.' Bulma said. But she just went to bed.
Vegeta arrived at the Movie Theater to see Ben was wrapped in the leather jacket and sleeping soundly underneath the bench. "Hey! Ben! Ben the bum! Wake up, Benny!" The old black bum stirred and his eyes fluttered. "Hello, boy." He said. "Why do you come to see me?" Vegeta srugged and sat down on the bench. "I don't know....so what did you do with the money I gave ya?" The black man hacked and hacked. "I bought me some sunshine." Vegeta cocked his head. "Sunshine? I already told you that u can't buy--"
The old man coughed. "I bought Crack with it, if you must know." Vegeta didn't know what that was, but he decided to let it be. "My wife is making me go see someone I hate." Vegeta said. "What should I do?" He noticed the bum's eyes were lolling in his head very unusually.
"Um, I say that you do it. Your lucky to even HAVE a woman." That brought a smile to Vegeta's face. "I suppose you could be right....she is a bit of a nagger, but she's really pretty, cooks me food, and gave me two children." The bum shrugged. "Why, exactly, do you hate this guy?" Vegeta shrugged and grumbled. "He got my daughter--who is nothing over 16 years of age--pregnant!" The bum's eyes widened. "I don't beleive in abortion." Vegeta added. "On my home planet, the two biggest crimes wer the killing of children and raping of women." The bum looked at Vegeta weird. "Your HOME PLANET?" He started hacking bits of phelgm. "Um....you don't seem up to talking today." Vegeta said. "So I'll go. Seeya round!" The bum gave a grim wave, hacked, and returned under the bench. Vegeta wondered how he managed with the chilling cold.
Vegeta had now managed to put off seeing Rehmon for a week. But Bulma's nagging grew so persistant, that Vegeta coulden't take it anymore. He pulled on his jecket, made of fleece inside, and told Bulma where he was going. "Oh, Vegeta THANK YOU." Bulma said. She kissed him on the lips deeply. "It's nothing." Vegeta said. He gave her a one-armed hug. "I'd better be going. I gotta put gas in the car, too." Bulma waved at him as he walked out the door.
Vegeta stepped out into the cold fall air. "Remind me again why I'm doing this???" He said to himself. The air was so chilly it was stinging his fingers, toes, and nose. "Is Bulma even worth this?" Vegeta said, talking to himself once more. He wasn't so sure that she was. "What do I say when I get there?" He asked. "Sorry I decked you across your miserable mug? Hope you can forgive me?" Vegeta let out a long, hearty chuckle and opened the door to his car, welcoming the inviting seat-warmers as he sat down. "Hopefully, this will be an enjoyable trip." he grumbled, and started the engine.
When he got to Rehmon's house, at first he forgot which one it was. But then, he saw that there was a fountain on the porch of a fairy in a garden. he recognized this as one of Rehmon's personal belongings. Vegeta took a deep breath, walked up the landscaped steps and to the door of Rehmon's expensive apartment. He grabbed the lion-shaped knocker and bashed it down twice, sending an ugly crack into the door.
Meanwhile, inside, Rehmon heard a loud *THUNK* then an even louder *CRACK*. "What the--?" He asked, and he hopped over the back of the couch and ran to the door. He almost tripped twice on the edges of the carpet, before reaching the door, swinging it open and saying, 'What do you think ur doin', you f*cking maniac??" At first he was looking, but not really seeing the person at the door, but then he saw them. "Vegeta!" He said.
Vegeta was frowning, and Rehmon's handsome features were drawn into a terrible scowl. His dark bangs were spilling into his eyes from lack of hairspray. "What the F*ck are you doing here?" Rehmon asked, leaning against the door. Vegeta looked past Rehmon's legs and saw a brightly colored lap top on the coffee table. He had been working on a case. "I'm not here," Vegeta said, clearing his thoat, "To be on any kind of friendly basis with you." Rehmon's eyebrows drew in more. "Then why don't you just leave?" He drawled. "I don't want it to turn ugly, Vegeta, but if you force it to..." Vegeta's face suddenly became dark. "Since when have we been on a first name basis?" He spat. Rehmon's face became equally dark. His eye was still yellowish bruised from their painful encounter a week ago. His split lip was still healing. "Oh, I dunno!" Said Rehmon, his raspy voice raising. "Since you punched me in the face!!!" he raised a fist. Vegeta noticed there was spahghetti all down the front of his white muscle shirt. His jeans were sickeningly tight to Vegeta, while to a girl they would have been considered sexy. "Why don't you change your clothes?" Vegeta snapped. "Your shirt is dirty, and your pants look man whore pants." Rehmon growled.
"So, you want to come here and insult me?" he was becoming so angry that his face was becoming less handsome--and a bit ugly. Vegeta shook his head. "I just had to come here....b-because..." Vegeta was very embarrased to admit to a fellow saiyan why he was here. "Spit it out!" Rehmon said. "So I can go back into my house!" "I'm here because Bulma asked me to come and apologize for hitting you." Rehmon stared at him for a second before bursting into long, horrible peals of un-needed laughter.
"You, a person who doesn't even care, here because BULMA asked you to be?!" Rehmon howled. "That's a good one!" His belly was vibrating with laughter. Vegeta envied how tight his belly still was. Vegeta growled. "Why is that so hard to beleive! Your devoted to your child!!" Rehmon shook his head and grabbed the door for support. "But that's different, you see--I'm not like you. I don't give a sh*t about Saiyan 'pride' or anything. I think Saiyans and humans are equal. You can trash-mouth me all you would like, but you might lose your face." Vegeta decided not to. Though not as powerful as Vegeta, Rehmon was indeed very powerful. "I will not." Vegeta said. "I've apologized. I can leave." But rehmon decided to milk this for all it was worth. "No, MR. Vegeta. Please, come in for tea! I must insist!" Vegeta knew he was only insisting because Rehmon knew Vegeta woulden't want to.
"No, I mustn't.' Vegeta said. "I'm supoosed to go home and--" Rehmon signaled toward the door. "Alright, alright. But I sure would hate to think what Bulma would say if she found out you refused...I mean, we DID used to be lovers and she still cares 'bout my feelings..." Vegeta shoved past Rehmon into the house. "Okay, you Gigalo! Hurry and finish your 'tea' so I can leave!" Rehmon sat on the couch and began fiddling with the computer. "hey! TEA, remember?" Rehmon closed the laptop. "I was closing it down." He said, then he ambled into the kitchen.
Vegeta looked around. There were pictures all over the walls, most of them contained Nameks, who Rehmon used to live with on Namek. Rehmon had always worn green facepaint as a disguise. But his curly tail was a signature to who he was. Vegeta wandered if he had ever met Rehmon on planet Vegeta....... "Here's the tea." Rehmon said, notocing Vegeta staring at the pics which littered the walls. "Soon," Rehmon said, "Ther'll be pics of Bra, and our child.....Landon or Rosemary." Vegeta turned around on a heel. "Rosemary? Landon? Nonsense. Your child will be named Vegeta if it's a boy, Bulma if it's a girl. That's tradition. The child always has the name of its mother or fath--" Rehmon got angry. "That was on VEGETA. We are not on that planet anymore. We're on earth, where we get to name the child whatever we want. Plus, your name isn't exactly GREAT." Vegeta roared. "But it was the name of my father, and his father, and his father before that!"
"I DON'T CARE!" Rehmon said. "About ur pops, or HIS pops, or anything!" Before Vegeta realized it, he was launching a ki blast at Rehmon, who made a look of suprise and dove out of the way. "Holy sh*-- "*BLAM*!!!! Rehmon dove out of the way as the blast hit the wall where he had stood 2 seconds before.
"I....um....don't you talk down about my father!" Vegeta growled. Rehmon just got up, growling. He may have been dashing, but he could make some ugly faces. Right now, it was in a scowl that didn't even look like Rehmon anymore. "He was...your....erm....your king." Vegeta didn't like the look of Rehmon. "I don't care! I always hated him--always hated you--for as long as I can remember!" vegeta roared again and dove at Rehmon with a fist outstretched. rehmon thought fast, stretched his leg, and kicked Vegeta in the jaw to keep from being attacked.
"Where's dad?" Trunks asked, running up to Bulma with a fluttering peice of paper in his hand. Bulma looked up. "He's taking care of buisness. Why? What's that?" Trunks handed her the paper. "It's my first article! I'm gonna take it to that friend of yours...that is, if you like it.' He clasped his hands like a child while Bulma read it. Here's what it said:
My Dad is a Dork
By Trunks Breifs Illustrated by Trunks Breifs
My dad is a dork. He has to have his shoes exactly two inches apart in the morning or he refuses to put them on. They have to have socks shoved in them at the toe. Socks that were washed no more than 2 days ago, keeping my mother busy with the laundry. He insists on wearing Spandex and only drinking cherry flavored water. His cups have to be CLEAR, and any drink he has, including milk, has to be over 2 cubes of ice. He will not eat rice unless he has exactly 2 cups of it, and refuses to eat gravy on his mashed potatoes unless it's in the 'volcano' style. He has to brush his teeth left to right, with blue toothpaste, 3 times a day at the exact same time. He even times his trips to the bathroom! He only watches shows that have to do with Space or Talk shows, unless my mother forces him to do otherwise. He insists on watching my mom paint her toenails. Experts say there is no real reason for this strange behavior, but I say it's just planly this: My dad is a Dork.
-Sept. 19, 2003
There was a picture of a small stick figure, Bulma supposed that was supposed to be Vegeta, yelling because his socks weren't shoved in his shoes. "Um, Trunks..." Bulma said, "This isn't the kind of thing they care about.....and if your dad found out you told all that stuff to the public, he would flip." Trunks snarled and snatched the paper away. "I knew you woulden't support it. Well, I'll show you. I'll show it to your friend anyway." With that, Trunks gave a huge huff of air and wisped out the door. Bulma sighed. "I wonder why this is taking Vegeta so long." She sighed.
"HA!" Rehmon laughed, triumphantly. "Is that the best ya got? I could run circles around you!" He leaped in the air, did a graceful backflip, and landed on the back of the couch. Speed was his strong point. "Oh, shut it!" Vegeta roared, and powered up a ki blast. "get my daughter preggie....well, I'll show YOU!" He fired it, halfway without Rehmon expecting it. The young Saiyan managed to hurl himself up in the air, but not before the ki blast grazed his toes, covered only in cotton socks, and hit the wall behind him. Long peals of blood dripped from his foot. "Ow." Rehmon said. It didn't take a rocket scientist to tell he was mad.
"Oh, are you angry?" Vegeta asked. "Let me bandage that up for YOU!" He launched the powerball on the word 'you'. Rehmon blinked as fast as he could up to the ceiling, where he clung to the chandelier. "Whoa. That was close." He said, and began firing ki blasts at Vegeta. Vegeta flipped and dodged and jumped to avoid them. "My house!" Rehmon gasped, but forgot about it immediatly as Vegeta blinked up there with Rehmon and punched his fingers, causing him to let go of the fancy light and fall with a thud to the ground.
The pain of his bleeding foot was nothing compared to the thud on the ground. It knocked Rehmon breathless. He sat there, breathing hard and praying Vegeta woulden't attack before he recovered. But Vegeta was busy charging an attack. He was taking all the enegry out of his entire body to form a ki blast. It didn't take Rehmon long to understand that. "Feels like it's a Gologon Fire." He said to himself. "Those can last for like.....3 minutes. I'd better be ready to jump around that long--one hit could kill me!" He stood up and braced himself against the back of the couch and planned his first move as Vegeta planned the ki blast.
In about 2 minutes, with blinding speed, Vegeta let loose. So did Rehmon. He jumped, flipped and danced across the room so fast it was hard for Vegeta to keep up, let alone shoot the Gologon Fires at him. He's faster than he used to be! Vegeta panicked. Vegeta didn't know--to match speed this great, Rehmon could be holding back on attack power and leading Vegeta to beleive he was weaker. Vegeta got so tired he stopped, breathing hard. So did Rehmon. But Vegeta could see wherer 2 Gologan fires had hit. One had grazed Rehmon's cheek, the other his tail. His tail was bent in the wrong place, mangled, furless and bloody at a spot near the end. Rehmon swished it and howled in pain.
Then, Vegeta saw, that when Rehmon landed, he winced. Vegeta noticed his leg was mangled and bloody as well. A white bone stuck out of his leg. "Ow." Rehmon said, and he landed on the ground. His broken leg buckled beneath him and he collapsed. Vegeta stared at him for a while before deciding he was angry again. "How dare you get Bra pregnant! I'll bet you raped her! Yeah, that's it!" Rehmon scoffed. "yeah right. You know yourself Saiyan's don't rape." he winced again.
Vegeta was getting so angry he felt it best that he just leave. He grabbed his jacket, walked out, and slammed the door.
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In the weeks that followed, Bra found she could barely eat anything. Everything made her stomach do circus leaps. "Mommmm." She groaned. "This is horrible....I hate throwing up every morning." Bulma shrugged. "Well, you have to eat and eat and eat. Your baby won't be healthy if you don't get fat." Bra forced more ketchup bread down her throat. Vegeta was sitting on the opposite end of the table. He hadn't talked to Bra in nearly a month! That was worrying Bra, that and the fact that she hadn't seen REHMON in a month, either. Bulma told Bra he was probably still soaking in the news and not to bother him, so Bra hadn't even called or shown up at his house. "Maybe he left me!" Bra said. "Maybe he's not really a gentleman....Maybe he just........is a deadbeat dad!" Bra burst into sobs. Vegeta rolled his eyes and groaned. He got up to leave the table, but Bulma came up behind him, placed her hands on his shoulders, and pushed him back down into the chair. He grumbled.
"I don't want to listen to her DRONE. It's her own fault she's carrying that man's child--and I think it's for the better we don't see him, either. Because if we did...." Vegeta bent his fork with a violent twist--"I might ring his little neck!" Bra cried out. "MO-OM!" She said. Bulma rolled her eyes. "Your father is just very angry right now." Bulma said. "D*mn right I am!" Vegeta growled. Bulma frowned. Vegeta had been so angry in the past month....And alot of his anger was towards Bra and Bulma. Bra looked around at the various holes in the wall in which Vegeta had punched.
"Without him I can't shop for things for the babies room!" Vegeta snorted--an ugly, terrible sound. "So, you've already picked out it's room? Well, it'd better not be anywhere near me and your mom's room! I refuse to help take care of this kid I didn't even want! I refuse to have my sleep disturbed!" Vegeta stomped around the kitchen, yelling and screaming. "IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP--" Bulma said, and she brandished a very big and very sharp butcher knife. Vegeta was aware of how the tip sparkled in the light-- and clamped his mouth shut. Only a stupid man coulden't see it was very sharp--and Bulma was very angry. He sat down at the table. Bulma petted his head. "Stop." Vegeta mumbled. She pulled her hand away.
"I need to go to the doctor today for my 2 and a half month sonagram." Bra said. "I don't know how to drive, yet, so one of you will have to take me." Vegeta crossed his arms and chuckled. "No way am I taking you. This child is none of my responsibility!" Bulma wiped her red, wash swollen hands on a towel. "Well I can't take you! I have a staff meeting thingy today." Bra looked back at Vegeta. "Papa, Please? I really need to go to see if the baby is healthy! You don't want it to be born still, do you?" Vegeta was silent. He didn't WANT the baby to be born, but he didn't want it to die now that it was there, either. "Call up that Reymond...Rehmon....Whatever, dude, and tell him to take you. He's the father of your child." Bra looked down. "I haven't heard from him, like I said....and I don't want to bother him. Please?" Vegeta looked at his hands, finding a sudden interest in them. Then he looked at Bulma. "I expect a reward for doing such a beautiful and noble deed." He said, then winked. Bulma smiled. "Sure." She said. Then she kissed Vegeta. "Only this once--I promise. I just can't put this staff meeting aside, because this is the one where I tell them about Trunks' grades and stuff and they can see if he can own Capsule Corp." Vegeta nodded. "Fine." He sighed, letting the air out like a horse.
Bra came up and gave him a huge hug. "Oh thank you, Papa! Your so sweet!" She kissed Vegeta. He grunted. "Leave me alone. I am not happy with- -"*DING DONG!!! Vegeta stopped in his scentence. "Did that come out of me, or was that the doorbell?" Bulma slapped Vegeta. "That was the doorbell; you f*cking idiot! Now go and get it!" Vegeta glared at her with dagger eyes. "Why don't you make me?" He rose out of his chair with a speed and stared Bulma straight in the face. Bulma stuck her tongue out at him. "I don't make trash." She said. "I burn it." Then she opened her eyes to see Vegeta's reaction, but he was headed toward the door.
"AGH!" Bulma and Bra heard from the front door. "Mom, what is that?" Bra asked. "Who was at the door?" Bulma shrugged. "I have no idea! You stay in here, honey! It might have been a burglar assaulting Vegeta!" Bulma ran out to see to her Vegeta. What she saw was both horribly embarrasing and angering at the exact same time. "VEGETA, GET OFF OF HIM!!" Bulma yelled. Vegeta was sitting on top of Rehmon, who was carrying a boquet of flowers and a box of chocolate, and had a scowl on his face something horrible. Vegeta was holding a small, pointy pocket knife to Rehmon's throat.
"How....dare...you....get my daughter Pregnant!" Vegeta roared. "I'll slit your throat, so you can't get OTHER innocent little girls PREGNANT!" Bulma didn't think twice. She just ran forward and buried her hands in Vegeta's thick, black hair. She grabbed two huge chunks and began to pull. "OW!" Vegeta roared. "let go of me!" He threw his head side to side, causing his hair to pull and his eyes to water. "Get off of him, and I will." Bulma said coolly. Vegeta froze for a second. "No." He said. "Now let go of me, before I blast you to bits!" Bulma normally woulden't be scared at a threat like that, but since Vegeta was a very angry Saiyan with a very bad temper, she realeased his hair. Vegeta plugged the knife back up against Rehmon's throat.
"MOM!!!" Bra yelled from the kitchen. "Mom, what's going on in there?" Bulma wasn't sure what to do. "Nothing, Honey! Just stay in the kitchen!" "No, I'm coming--" "IF YOU COME OUT OF THAT KITCHEN I'LL KILL YOUR CAT AND NAIL IT TO THE GARBAGE CAN!" Bulma heard Bra stumble into a chair. "Now for you, Vegeta. Vegeta, you get off him right now." Vegeta shook his head. "NO! The oppertunity is way too--"
A fist flew up from the floor and smashed into Vegeta's jaw. Vegeta howled and was knocked backwards, as Rehmon hopped up off the floor. He put his chocolates and flowers on the table. "Just what did you think you were doing, you maniac?" Rehmon snarled, his handsome features screwed up in a terrible sneer. "I'm sure it was nothing." Bulma said to Rehmon. But then she looked down at Vegeta crumpled in a heap on the floor. She knelt over him. "He's hurt!" She said. She ran one hand down his cheek. "How dare you punch my Vegeta!" Bulma said. Rehmon coulden't beleive what he was hearing. "He held a knife up to me! What was I supposed to do, 'take it like a man'?" Bulma jumped up to come to Vegeta's defense. "He's just upset that you--a man who once almost took ME from him--went and f*cked our daughter and got her preggie! And to top it all off, we haven't seen you in a month or more!"
Rehmon growled. "I had a perfectly good and liable reason for all of that!" He said. Bulma helped Vegeta to his feet, who launched himself at Rehmon and began punching. Rehmon slapped and punched and kicked, and the next thing Bulma knew, they were rolling all over the place and fighting like two cats. "MOM!" Bra said. She sounded scared. "Bra, what did I say about that cat?" But Bra was worried. Who had that been at the door? She pondered and pondered, but then she finally realized when a thick, raspy voice she loved and recognized said, 'VEGETA GET OFFA ME!' It was Rehmon. Rehmon who she missed! She ran out of the kitchen and stood to a halt as she saw what they were doing.
"STOPPIT!" She squealed in protest. Rehmon and vegeta stopped; Rehmon's hand was shoving Vegeta's mouth strangly to the side, and Vegeta was biting into his finger. Blood dribbled down his chin and chest. "What are you guys DOING?" Bra asked. Her voice was full of tears as Rehmon got up. "He attacked me!" He said. Then he grabbed the flowers and chocolate. "I really, truly am sorry." Bulma was examining Vegeta, who had his bloody lip and his finger was bruised. He also had a nasty bruise on his jawbone. Rehmon's hair was messed up, his nose was oozing thick and red blood, and one of his eyes were black. He was thankful he hadn't been hurt worse. "I can't beleive you guys." Bra said, taking the flowers and candy but not smiling. Rehmon noticed that, she wasn't looking fat yet, but a little bit of her stomach hung over her belt.
"Let's just forget about it." Rehmon said. "How are you and the baby doing?" He reached out to touch her stomach, and she slapped his hand away. "Nuh uh." Bra said. "Not until I know where you've been all this time! I was worried that you left our baby!" Rehmon shook his head feircly. "No way! Never! I would never leave our child; I just had to take a buisness trip for case studies." Bra let out a long, demented sigh. "Thank god." And she kissed Rehmon. A low, doggish growl rose in Vegeta's throat, and he leaped forward again. But this time he was caught by Bulma. "Let's go up to our room." Bulma said. "REHMON can take Bra to her sonogram appointment." Rehmon nodded. "I will. In my new 2003 Mercedes Roadster." He pulled out some keys and jingled them. Bra clasped her hands. "Oh, I love those cars! So expensive.....Let's go!" And her and Rehmon left.
Vegeta was laying on the bed, his eyes narrowed to slits, watching 'Oprah Wifrey'. It was about a woman who was almost fatally attacked by a Great White Shark. Bulma walked in, her boots tapping on the floor. "Vegeta?" Bulma said in a gentle voice. She understood his terrible feelings of woe. "Hello, Bulma." Vegeta said. "I imagine your very humiliated by my behaivior, like you always are." He said, his voice strengthining on every word. "NO, matter of fact, I was not."
Vegeta smirked and changed the TV to 'Jenny Jones'. It was entitled, 'WHO'S MY BABY'S FATHER?'. Vegeta growled. "Get that SMUT off our TV!" Bulma said. She swiped the remote. Vegeta growled menecangly, like a rabid dog. "Give that back!" He cried, and dove for it. Bulma swiped it away and turned off the TV. " I am ashamed of your behaivior, just a little." Bulma said. Then she sat down by Vegeta on the bed. "But I don't think Rehmon should have hit you." She said. "You were angry because he made Bra pregnant. And it WAS wrong for him to dissapparate for a month....then just walk back, asking for rights into our family." Vegeta sat up, more interested in the conversation. "You know what? I think your right." He was glad Bulma and he were agreeing on this very serious subject.
"But he did have an explaination. He said he was on a buisness trip." Vegeta rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Those silly little things you used to go on that were just excuses to leave this mad house for a while? How do you know he's not using these 'buisness trips' to get away??" Bulma threw her hands in the air. "Well, I give up, VEGETA! If your going to be so p*ssy about it, and not listen to anything I say, then I'll go see what Trunks is doing." She walked away. "HEY!" Vegeta said. BUlma turned around fairly. "What do you want?" She asked him. "If you want to, you can come back later. We can have some fun." Bulma rolled her eyes and walked out.
Trunks was sitting at the desk in his room, doing homework. It was a test reveiw. Here's what it said:
Test Reveiw # 3
1. When you run Capsule Corp, how will you turn on the machine to initiate the Computer? Describe in full scentences without skipping anything. ____________________________________________________________________________ ______________________________________.
2. How do you get a car or anything else in a Capsule? ____________________________________________________________________________ ______.
Trunks hated these tests. He wasn't sure he wanted to own the Capsule Corp. His mom just assumed that he did, which made him very mad. Trunks just yawned, pushed the test reveiw aside, and cracked the spine of a brand new 'Men's Body' magazine. He turned to the section with all the scantily clad ladies, and noticed an article. There was a little man's picture. All the girls that were featured in the pictures on the article were crowded around him. The picture excerpt said, 'Journalist and author, John Fitzy, poses with girls who he interveiwed for the article'.
Trunks' eyes widened. This little old man, who was very ugly, was being crowded around by these cute girls--just because he was a journalist? Trunks flipped through the article and found out that he had gotten to interveiw the girls and everything! He even got a date with one! Trunks' questions about his future were all answered. He was a handsome boy, but his weird personality and lack of a current job kept him from getting many dates. But if he was a journalist, not only would he be a handsome boy, but he would have a job--and get to pose with pretty ladies! He tore up the Capsule Corp paper. He knew what he wanted to do, and was about to go out and tell his ma and pa, when the door opened and Bulma came in.
"Goodness sakes, is that A TEST REVEIW TORN UP ON THE FLOOR?" She went spastic. "Trunks, if your going to own the C.C, you can't throw your papers all over the floor! Especially not tear them up first!!" Trunks shook his head. "No, it's no problem, mom." Bulma looked at him with wide eyes. "And why not??" She said. "If you don't pass that test, they're going to decline you! I don't decide all of this, you know!" Trunks shook his head again. "No, it's no prob. I don't wanna own the C.C." Bulma's face went white and she pitched to the floor. That's when Trunks heard a hearty whistling, making a tune.
"Hello, son!" Said the whistler, Vegeta. He was trying to hold his temper in check. "Why is Bulma on the floor?" Bulma jumped up and began yelling in Veggie's face. "Here's what's wrong! I walk in here to see his paper on the floor....and he said he doesn't want to own C.C anymore! OMG!" Bulma fell into Vegeta. Vegeta, who wasn't so quick to jump to conclusions, wanted to know more. "Interesting." He said, sarcasticlly. "Tell us more." He supported Bulma so she stood up straight. "I wanna be a journalist." He said. He pointed to the picuture, and Vegeta laughed. "Okay, Trunks." Vegeta went to walk out. "Don't you even give a sh*t?" Bulma asked Vegeta. Vegeta shook his head. "If Trunks wants to do something creative, you should encourage it." Then Vegeta patted her on the head and went to overdose on more depression pills. Bulma realized he was right.
"Okay, Trunks. I know just what to do." Trunks listened, or at least looked like he was. "Write a report--you know, like an article....and take it to the newspaper stand and let the reveiwer read it. I'm friends with him. Maybe, if he likes it, he'll recommend you bigger people." Then Bulma rolled her eyes and walked out. Trunks sat down at his typewriter to write.
"When Bra gets back from her sonogram, there's a favor I want you to do." Bulma said. She was painting her toenails, and Vegeta was watching with intesrest. The depression pills were making him feel happy at everything. "What is that?" Vegeta asked. "I want you to go to Rehmon's penthouse and talk to him." Vegeta's eyes widened, and there was a pang of anger at the mention of Rehmon's name. He squashed the can of coke in his hand, spraying soda all over the bed. "No way!" He said. "You know I hate him! I can't beleive you would even ask!" He threw the crushed can against the wall. "You make me so d*mn mad sometimes..." Vegeta buried his face in his hands.
"Please?" Bulma asked. "Do it for me? I'm afraid Rehmon, if you keep being mean to him, will go to court and get custody of the child for revenge! He could, Vegeta! He could prove you unfit because you used to kill people and I accidently poisened him! I want to see the baby!" Vegeta thought Bulma was jumping to conclusions. "FINE!" He said. "Whatever!" He threw himself down backwards on the bed and let out a long, distressed sigh.
"I'm back!" Bra said. She rushed into Vegeta and Bulma's room with a manilla envelope, after waving to Rehmon in his '03 Mercedes roadster, who rode away. Bulma opened the door for Bra. "Let's see it!" Said Bulma. "They can't tell what it is yet, can they?" Bra shook her head. "I have another sonogram in half a month. He said they should be able to tell by then." Vegeta didn';t want to see the child on the pictures. He didn't WANT the baby. He didn't think it belonged in Bra. But soon, the Grandfather inticts arose in him, and he walked over to look.
"It's small." He said, with a mild sound of surprise. Bulma nodded. "I forgot--you never saw Trunks or Bra's sonograms. You were too afraid it would be nasty. But yes, it's small. It's only about an inch long." Vegeta stared at the picture a little more. "It doesn't look like a baby. It looks like an alien." Bra was offended. "That's what YOU looked like before YOU were born." And she stuffed the pic back in the bag.
"I hope your happy." Bulma said. Vegeta nodded. "Very much so." He replied. "Now i suspect you want me to go and see Rehmon? Well, It's late. I'll do it tomarrow. Right now, I'm going to bed." And he walked into the bathroom. Bulma followed. "Why are you going to put this off and put this off and put this off until you don't have to do it and I cave?" Vegeta shrugged. "Because I know you will cave soon and say, 'oh fine Vegeta, see if I care what you do or what you don't do'." Bulma rolled her eyes. He knew her all too well.
Suddenly, Vegeta's eyes widened. "I uh..I have something to do before I go to bed!" Said Vegeta. He grabbed a warm, cotton T-shirt and flew out the window. "I wonder where he's going.' Bulma said. But she just went to bed.
Vegeta arrived at the Movie Theater to see Ben was wrapped in the leather jacket and sleeping soundly underneath the bench. "Hey! Ben! Ben the bum! Wake up, Benny!" The old black bum stirred and his eyes fluttered. "Hello, boy." He said. "Why do you come to see me?" Vegeta srugged and sat down on the bench. "I don't know....so what did you do with the money I gave ya?" The black man hacked and hacked. "I bought me some sunshine." Vegeta cocked his head. "Sunshine? I already told you that u can't buy--"
The old man coughed. "I bought Crack with it, if you must know." Vegeta didn't know what that was, but he decided to let it be. "My wife is making me go see someone I hate." Vegeta said. "What should I do?" He noticed the bum's eyes were lolling in his head very unusually.
"Um, I say that you do it. Your lucky to even HAVE a woman." That brought a smile to Vegeta's face. "I suppose you could be right....she is a bit of a nagger, but she's really pretty, cooks me food, and gave me two children." The bum shrugged. "Why, exactly, do you hate this guy?" Vegeta shrugged and grumbled. "He got my daughter--who is nothing over 16 years of age--pregnant!" The bum's eyes widened. "I don't beleive in abortion." Vegeta added. "On my home planet, the two biggest crimes wer the killing of children and raping of women." The bum looked at Vegeta weird. "Your HOME PLANET?" He started hacking bits of phelgm. "Um....you don't seem up to talking today." Vegeta said. "So I'll go. Seeya round!" The bum gave a grim wave, hacked, and returned under the bench. Vegeta wondered how he managed with the chilling cold.
Vegeta had now managed to put off seeing Rehmon for a week. But Bulma's nagging grew so persistant, that Vegeta coulden't take it anymore. He pulled on his jecket, made of fleece inside, and told Bulma where he was going. "Oh, Vegeta THANK YOU." Bulma said. She kissed him on the lips deeply. "It's nothing." Vegeta said. He gave her a one-armed hug. "I'd better be going. I gotta put gas in the car, too." Bulma waved at him as he walked out the door.
Vegeta stepped out into the cold fall air. "Remind me again why I'm doing this???" He said to himself. The air was so chilly it was stinging his fingers, toes, and nose. "Is Bulma even worth this?" Vegeta said, talking to himself once more. He wasn't so sure that she was. "What do I say when I get there?" He asked. "Sorry I decked you across your miserable mug? Hope you can forgive me?" Vegeta let out a long, hearty chuckle and opened the door to his car, welcoming the inviting seat-warmers as he sat down. "Hopefully, this will be an enjoyable trip." he grumbled, and started the engine.
When he got to Rehmon's house, at first he forgot which one it was. But then, he saw that there was a fountain on the porch of a fairy in a garden. he recognized this as one of Rehmon's personal belongings. Vegeta took a deep breath, walked up the landscaped steps and to the door of Rehmon's expensive apartment. He grabbed the lion-shaped knocker and bashed it down twice, sending an ugly crack into the door.
Meanwhile, inside, Rehmon heard a loud *THUNK* then an even louder *CRACK*. "What the--?" He asked, and he hopped over the back of the couch and ran to the door. He almost tripped twice on the edges of the carpet, before reaching the door, swinging it open and saying, 'What do you think ur doin', you f*cking maniac??" At first he was looking, but not really seeing the person at the door, but then he saw them. "Vegeta!" He said.
Vegeta was frowning, and Rehmon's handsome features were drawn into a terrible scowl. His dark bangs were spilling into his eyes from lack of hairspray. "What the F*ck are you doing here?" Rehmon asked, leaning against the door. Vegeta looked past Rehmon's legs and saw a brightly colored lap top on the coffee table. He had been working on a case. "I'm not here," Vegeta said, clearing his thoat, "To be on any kind of friendly basis with you." Rehmon's eyebrows drew in more. "Then why don't you just leave?" He drawled. "I don't want it to turn ugly, Vegeta, but if you force it to..." Vegeta's face suddenly became dark. "Since when have we been on a first name basis?" He spat. Rehmon's face became equally dark. His eye was still yellowish bruised from their painful encounter a week ago. His split lip was still healing. "Oh, I dunno!" Said Rehmon, his raspy voice raising. "Since you punched me in the face!!!" he raised a fist. Vegeta noticed there was spahghetti all down the front of his white muscle shirt. His jeans were sickeningly tight to Vegeta, while to a girl they would have been considered sexy. "Why don't you change your clothes?" Vegeta snapped. "Your shirt is dirty, and your pants look man whore pants." Rehmon growled.
"So, you want to come here and insult me?" he was becoming so angry that his face was becoming less handsome--and a bit ugly. Vegeta shook his head. "I just had to come here....b-because..." Vegeta was very embarrased to admit to a fellow saiyan why he was here. "Spit it out!" Rehmon said. "So I can go back into my house!" "I'm here because Bulma asked me to come and apologize for hitting you." Rehmon stared at him for a second before bursting into long, horrible peals of un-needed laughter.
"You, a person who doesn't even care, here because BULMA asked you to be?!" Rehmon howled. "That's a good one!" His belly was vibrating with laughter. Vegeta envied how tight his belly still was. Vegeta growled. "Why is that so hard to beleive! Your devoted to your child!!" Rehmon shook his head and grabbed the door for support. "But that's different, you see--I'm not like you. I don't give a sh*t about Saiyan 'pride' or anything. I think Saiyans and humans are equal. You can trash-mouth me all you would like, but you might lose your face." Vegeta decided not to. Though not as powerful as Vegeta, Rehmon was indeed very powerful. "I will not." Vegeta said. "I've apologized. I can leave." But rehmon decided to milk this for all it was worth. "No, MR. Vegeta. Please, come in for tea! I must insist!" Vegeta knew he was only insisting because Rehmon knew Vegeta woulden't want to.
"No, I mustn't.' Vegeta said. "I'm supoosed to go home and--" Rehmon signaled toward the door. "Alright, alright. But I sure would hate to think what Bulma would say if she found out you refused...I mean, we DID used to be lovers and she still cares 'bout my feelings..." Vegeta shoved past Rehmon into the house. "Okay, you Gigalo! Hurry and finish your 'tea' so I can leave!" Rehmon sat on the couch and began fiddling with the computer. "hey! TEA, remember?" Rehmon closed the laptop. "I was closing it down." He said, then he ambled into the kitchen.
Vegeta looked around. There were pictures all over the walls, most of them contained Nameks, who Rehmon used to live with on Namek. Rehmon had always worn green facepaint as a disguise. But his curly tail was a signature to who he was. Vegeta wandered if he had ever met Rehmon on planet Vegeta....... "Here's the tea." Rehmon said, notocing Vegeta staring at the pics which littered the walls. "Soon," Rehmon said, "Ther'll be pics of Bra, and our child.....Landon or Rosemary." Vegeta turned around on a heel. "Rosemary? Landon? Nonsense. Your child will be named Vegeta if it's a boy, Bulma if it's a girl. That's tradition. The child always has the name of its mother or fath--" Rehmon got angry. "That was on VEGETA. We are not on that planet anymore. We're on earth, where we get to name the child whatever we want. Plus, your name isn't exactly GREAT." Vegeta roared. "But it was the name of my father, and his father, and his father before that!"
"I DON'T CARE!" Rehmon said. "About ur pops, or HIS pops, or anything!" Before Vegeta realized it, he was launching a ki blast at Rehmon, who made a look of suprise and dove out of the way. "Holy sh*-- "*BLAM*!!!! Rehmon dove out of the way as the blast hit the wall where he had stood 2 seconds before.
"I....um....don't you talk down about my father!" Vegeta growled. Rehmon just got up, growling. He may have been dashing, but he could make some ugly faces. Right now, it was in a scowl that didn't even look like Rehmon anymore. "He was...your....erm....your king." Vegeta didn't like the look of Rehmon. "I don't care! I always hated him--always hated you--for as long as I can remember!" vegeta roared again and dove at Rehmon with a fist outstretched. rehmon thought fast, stretched his leg, and kicked Vegeta in the jaw to keep from being attacked.
"Where's dad?" Trunks asked, running up to Bulma with a fluttering peice of paper in his hand. Bulma looked up. "He's taking care of buisness. Why? What's that?" Trunks handed her the paper. "It's my first article! I'm gonna take it to that friend of yours...that is, if you like it.' He clasped his hands like a child while Bulma read it. Here's what it said:
My Dad is a Dork
By Trunks Breifs Illustrated by Trunks Breifs
My dad is a dork. He has to have his shoes exactly two inches apart in the morning or he refuses to put them on. They have to have socks shoved in them at the toe. Socks that were washed no more than 2 days ago, keeping my mother busy with the laundry. He insists on wearing Spandex and only drinking cherry flavored water. His cups have to be CLEAR, and any drink he has, including milk, has to be over 2 cubes of ice. He will not eat rice unless he has exactly 2 cups of it, and refuses to eat gravy on his mashed potatoes unless it's in the 'volcano' style. He has to brush his teeth left to right, with blue toothpaste, 3 times a day at the exact same time. He even times his trips to the bathroom! He only watches shows that have to do with Space or Talk shows, unless my mother forces him to do otherwise. He insists on watching my mom paint her toenails. Experts say there is no real reason for this strange behavior, but I say it's just planly this: My dad is a Dork.
-Sept. 19, 2003
There was a picture of a small stick figure, Bulma supposed that was supposed to be Vegeta, yelling because his socks weren't shoved in his shoes. "Um, Trunks..." Bulma said, "This isn't the kind of thing they care about.....and if your dad found out you told all that stuff to the public, he would flip." Trunks snarled and snatched the paper away. "I knew you woulden't support it. Well, I'll show you. I'll show it to your friend anyway." With that, Trunks gave a huge huff of air and wisped out the door. Bulma sighed. "I wonder why this is taking Vegeta so long." She sighed.
"HA!" Rehmon laughed, triumphantly. "Is that the best ya got? I could run circles around you!" He leaped in the air, did a graceful backflip, and landed on the back of the couch. Speed was his strong point. "Oh, shut it!" Vegeta roared, and powered up a ki blast. "get my daughter preggie....well, I'll show YOU!" He fired it, halfway without Rehmon expecting it. The young Saiyan managed to hurl himself up in the air, but not before the ki blast grazed his toes, covered only in cotton socks, and hit the wall behind him. Long peals of blood dripped from his foot. "Ow." Rehmon said. It didn't take a rocket scientist to tell he was mad.
"Oh, are you angry?" Vegeta asked. "Let me bandage that up for YOU!" He launched the powerball on the word 'you'. Rehmon blinked as fast as he could up to the ceiling, where he clung to the chandelier. "Whoa. That was close." He said, and began firing ki blasts at Vegeta. Vegeta flipped and dodged and jumped to avoid them. "My house!" Rehmon gasped, but forgot about it immediatly as Vegeta blinked up there with Rehmon and punched his fingers, causing him to let go of the fancy light and fall with a thud to the ground.
The pain of his bleeding foot was nothing compared to the thud on the ground. It knocked Rehmon breathless. He sat there, breathing hard and praying Vegeta woulden't attack before he recovered. But Vegeta was busy charging an attack. He was taking all the enegry out of his entire body to form a ki blast. It didn't take Rehmon long to understand that. "Feels like it's a Gologon Fire." He said to himself. "Those can last for like.....3 minutes. I'd better be ready to jump around that long--one hit could kill me!" He stood up and braced himself against the back of the couch and planned his first move as Vegeta planned the ki blast.
In about 2 minutes, with blinding speed, Vegeta let loose. So did Rehmon. He jumped, flipped and danced across the room so fast it was hard for Vegeta to keep up, let alone shoot the Gologon Fires at him. He's faster than he used to be! Vegeta panicked. Vegeta didn't know--to match speed this great, Rehmon could be holding back on attack power and leading Vegeta to beleive he was weaker. Vegeta got so tired he stopped, breathing hard. So did Rehmon. But Vegeta could see wherer 2 Gologan fires had hit. One had grazed Rehmon's cheek, the other his tail. His tail was bent in the wrong place, mangled, furless and bloody at a spot near the end. Rehmon swished it and howled in pain.
Then, Vegeta saw, that when Rehmon landed, he winced. Vegeta noticed his leg was mangled and bloody as well. A white bone stuck out of his leg. "Ow." Rehmon said, and he landed on the ground. His broken leg buckled beneath him and he collapsed. Vegeta stared at him for a while before deciding he was angry again. "How dare you get Bra pregnant! I'll bet you raped her! Yeah, that's it!" Rehmon scoffed. "yeah right. You know yourself Saiyan's don't rape." he winced again.
Vegeta was getting so angry he felt it best that he just leave. He grabbed his jacket, walked out, and slammed the door.
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