Chapter 7
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Vegeta didn't tell Bulma and Bra what he had done to Rehmon until 2 weeks since the incident had passed. "YOU WHAT?" Bra asked. Vegeta nodded. "Yes. I broke his leg, mangled his tail, and grazed his face. he made me angry. I coulden't help it!" bra growled. "DAD! No wonder when he called me he woulden't come and see me or let me come over!" Vegeta sheepishly hung his head, feeling a little bad. "Well, it's not mandatory that you see him! It's not like your madly in love with him or something!"
The moment those words escaped Vegeta's mouth he knew they were the wrong ones. Bra and Bulma became silent. The only noise was the faint groan of the coffee maker. "Are you?" Vegeta asked, gulping. He didn't even know why he asked! He didn't want to know! Bra shrugged. "I....I don't know! But I have another sonogram in 3 days, and if he can't take me, because of you, you'll have to!" And she grabbed her coat. "I'm going to his house to see him. Mom, I can't beleive you made him go over there!" She made a small, teenage noise and ran out the door. Vegeta went to stop her, but Bulma stopped HIM. "No." She said. "She can go over there. I need to talk to YOU." Vegeta rolled his eyes. "I didn't mean to, Bulma! It was just one of those things...you know, the ones you milk for more than they're worth?! The ones I'll hear about for 2 years?!" Bulma frowned. "I think I have a right to know why you blew up on him--after putting it off for a whole week, and then not telling me and Bra until now.......2 weeks after it happened! I'm very dissapointed in you, Vegeta!" Vegeta rolled his eyes. "He got my daughter pregnant! That's the whole reason for it all!" Then he started toward his room. Bulma yelled after him, "He's such a nice guy! Much nicer than you! Sometimes I wish I had stayed with HIM!" Bulma didn't mean it, and Vegeta knew it, but it still made him sad. He started to run up the stairs. Bulma heard his boots thudding on the stairs. "Stop that stomping!" She cried. "Your going to break the staircase!" The footsteps of Vegeta didn't get any quieter.
"Gee, I wonder how sad I just made my Vegeta." Bulma pondered. Vegeta was indeed very, very sad.
Bra knocked on the door. "Leave me alone!" She heard from the apartment, in a slurred voice. She could tell it was Rehmon, though. "NO!" Bra said. "It's me! Bra? My dad told me what happened!" There was a silence at the other side of the door. "Why did you ask?" Rehmon said, with a hint of annoyance. "Because I have a right to know!" She heard Rehmon shuffling toward the door. "Well, It's me and your dad's buisness you know."
When he opened the door, it was VERY surprising. His face was white, and was covered in stubble. Stubble so thick it was becoming a beard. His dark hair was growing longer, and it was hanging in his eyes. He looked annoyed, and Bra saw something terrible. His leg wasn't wrapped or splinted with anything. It was just there, with a bone sticking out of it. He had a nasty, open wound on his cheek, and his tail was very mangled and leaking pus and blood, obviously infected. "REHMON!" bra said. "Have you any idea at all how to take care of yourself?" He hovered to the couch and layed down, and Bra saw the couch was covered in dried pus and blood, and surrounded by empty chip wrappers and things. In other words, he'd been doing nothing but laying on the couch, with these severe injuries, for 2 whole weeks.
"I wasn't sure what to do." He grumbled. "I figured it would just heal by itself." Bra again noticed that he was as white as a ghost. He was also shaking a little. "Rehmon, don't you think that your tail--leaking pus and blood 24/7, isn't right??" He shrugged. "I told you I didn't know." He decided to try and change the subject. "Sorry I haven't seen you lately....I've tried to call a lot. How's the baby? How's Bulma?" Rehmon noticed that Bra, who was about 3 months pregnant now, was starting to get a little poochy around the stomach area. "The baby's fine." Bra said. "I have another appointment for a sonogram in three days." Rehmn jumped up. "I wanna go! This is when they'll be able to tell what sex it is, right? I want to be there!" Bra just pushed him back on the couch. "No. Your too badly injured." Rehmon growled. "Well, I woulden't be this way if it wasn't for your stupid dad." Bra got sort of mad that he called her dad stupid, but she decided to let it slide. "Why didn't you avoid him? Your really fast; I'm sure that if you had been trying you could have gotten away." Rehmon growled.
"This apartment is small. I didn't have any room to move around." He winced as he shifted on the couch, which was white, and now brown and green from the fluids leaking out of his injuries. "These have to be pretty bad." Bra said. "They haven't healed yet, and your a Saiyan! Saiyan's heal fast!!" Rehmon grumbled. "Why are you so worried?" Rehmon asked. "I'll be fine. You know that I know how to take care of yourself." Rehmon looked at his injuries. "know how to take care of yourself?" She picked up the phone. "My mother will know what to do. You just sit still, honey." Rehmon groaned and fell back on the couch.
Bulma was washing dishes, and then she heard the phone ring. She picked it up with annoyance and put it to her ear. "Hello?" She asked. "Bulma here." Bulma heard Bra's voice and panicked. "Hello Mother." She sounded distressed, and Bulma wondered if...."Bra, is something wrong? Did you break down on the side of the road?" "No." Bra said. "I want you to come over to Rehmon's with me. Those injuries dad put on him are all infected!" Bulma sighed. "Alright, I'll be right there." And she hung up. "VEGGIE!" Bulma called. "What?" Vegeta asked. He sounded distressed. "I'm going out!"
She heard the springs on the bed creak as he got up, and thumps as he tramped down the stairs. He soon appeared, his hair sticking everywhere . "Where are you going out TO?" Bulma knew she coulden't tell him she was going to help Rehmon. He would see her as a traitor. "Um......Um, Vegeta......I'm going to the store." Vegeta opened the cupboards and looked in them. "To get what?" He asked. "We're not out of anything." Bulma nervously scratched the back of her head. "I'm going to get....some.....Trunks wants some Fruit snacks. He said he can't live without them." Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Mm...alright. Have fun." He leaned over and kissed Bulma. She hugged him tightly and went to get her jacket. Then she stepped out.
"Oh, Rehmon!"Bulma gasped when she saw his leg, tail and cheek. They were all oozing pus and blood. "What did he do to you?" Rehmon smirked. "He shot ki blasts at me. What does it look like?" Bulma bent over him and observed the bone sticking out of his leg. "You've been like this for 2 weeks? Bra's been worried sick about you!" Bra was holding Rehmon's hand so tight it was white. "Yes, I know." Rehmon said. "I said I was sorry. Now can you fix this sore on my face? I don't wanna be scarred." Bulma nodded. "Oh, sure." She bent over him and began working on him. "Don't hurt him, mother!" Bra was saying. "Do you think we out to take him to a hospital?" The worry in her face was clear. Bulma dabbed some antibiotic ointment on his face. "Maybe. I don't know." Bulma replied. "Chill." Said Rehmon to Bra. "I'm alright. But if I had been a teeny bit slower, I probley would have LOST my leg." Bra clenched his hand in hers even tighter.
"Your face isn't that deep." Bulma said. "You just didn't take care of it like you should have." Rehmon groaned. "That burns." "I told you not to hurt him, mother." Bra said. Bulma grumbled, "I'm trying." Bra was about to sob with worry, when she remembered something. "Dende can heal Rehmon, right?" Bulma looked at Bra. She knew that Dende coulden't heal those with an evil heart, and if Dende tried to heal Rehmon....and for some reason coulden't, meaning that Rehmon had even a teeny bit of evil heart left, then Bra would be devestated. "I don't think that's a good idea." Bulma said. "He's a Saiyan. When I set the bone, he heals so fast it'll probley be much better in only about 3 days. But with this infection...I just don't know."
"I don't understand what all the fuss is about." Rehmon said, with a hint of annoyance. "I'm a grown man....I know how to take care of myself." Bra hugged Rehmon close. "You obviously don't. But that's O.K." Rehmon smiled and leaned back. "When I set this bone, it may hurt a little. " BUlma said. "What am I saying? It WILL hurt A LOT. But just squeeze Bra's hand."
Bulma noticed Rehmon's handsome face was drained of it's usual natural flush, and covered in stubble. His normally tidy hair was sticking everywhere. Rehmon squeezed Bra's hand and Bulma grabbed Rehmon's leg and with a *CRACK*, it was back in place. Rehmon howled. "OWWW!" He screamed. He looked down at his leg and saw that the bone wasn't sticking out of his leg anymore, but there was a hole in the skin where it had been. "That hurt!" He said. Bulma shrugged.
Bulma walked in the door, thankful that she had helped Rehmon without Vegeta noticing. She slipped in with a sigh(Bra had deided to stay with her Boyfriend for the night--he was in a lot of pain and needed help). That's when she saw Vegeta come in. He looked angry--angrier than he had been in a LONG time. "Vegeta?" Bulma asked. "What's the matter?" Bulma heard Vegeta make a low growl in his throat. "What's WRONG?" he asked her, walking closer. "What's wrong? You know what's wrong, you lying little whore!" The words struck Bulma painfully, and she got angry. "hey!" She said. "You don't call me names! And what the h*ll is your problem? What flew up your @$$ and stung?" Vegeta rushed forward. "Don't talk to me that way!" He roared. "And you know d*mn well what's wrong with me! You weren't at the store."
Bulma's heart beated 10X a minute. "UM, Yes, I was. Trunks needed the fruit snacks..." Vegeta shook his head. "NO! I asked Trunks! He didn't need any Fruit snacks! You lied to me and went over to Rehmon's house to f*ck with him! I told you I didn't wat you there without me! I TOLD You! I knew whenever u said that u wished you'd never left him that you were going to go back to him!" Bulma could see Vegeta was very angry. " I didn't go over there." Vegeta grabbed her wrists tightly. "I Think you did." He said. "And you LIED to me so you could go over there. You thought I was stupid; that I would never figure it out!" His voice stressed more on every word, until Bulma got scared, and spun away. "Let me go! And You have no proof! I did go over there, but only to mend the broken bones YOU did!" Vegeta was silent. "You are a traitor." He said. "He got our daughter Pregnant, he punched me.....and then you went over there!"
"In case you haven't forgotten, YOU got me pregnant when WE weren't married!" Vegeta stuttered. "WEll, I um....we got married....eventually!" Bulma chuckled. "And how do you know they won't get married later?" Suddenly, Vegeta realized it could happen, and he was horrified. "That snake and my princess? Never! I would never allow it! I would kill him before allowing them to... get married!" Bulma shook her head. "Just because we were in our 30's when we wanted to get married, doesn't mean you have to be! It doesn't matter what age you are when you decide to get married!" Vegeta growled. Then he turned around on a heel and began to stomp away. "You can't just STOMP away!" Bulma said. "You owe that boy an apologie!" Vegeta turned around and smirked. "He's not a boy. He's a MAN. So he can obviously recognize when his guts are hated, and, then he can put up with it." Vegeta started to walk away again, but Bulma grabbed him. "You DO know that your taking Bra for her sonogram in 3 days." She said. Vegeta glared at her and slowly nodded. "I suppose I could do this one small thing for the child. I mean, it WILL be 3/4 Saiyan." And with a smile, Vegeta went to his room.
Bra awoke on the morning of her sonogram at Rehmon's. She'd decided to stay 2 nights because he looked so bad. Once she had been forced to lance the wound and everything. Rehmon was shaking her with the broom handle from the couch. "Hey! Wake up!" He hollered. She turned to face him. "Yes, Rehmon?" She asked, annoyed. She was faintly aware of the pains running through her stomach. She didn't think they were normal, because she was 3 1/2 months pregnant--and half a month past the 1st trimester. "You got to get up and get ready." Rehmon rasped. "And so do I." Bra looked at him and shook her head. "Oh, no. You can't go. Your in a pitful state." The bandage surrounding Rehmon's leg was soaked with blood, as well as the one on his tail. His face wound was healing nicely. "That's nothing." Rehmon said. "I'll use crutches." And he hoisted himself to the sittning position, careful of his mangled tail. "I can't drive, though." Rehmon added. "That's going to be a problem." Bra was getting up. "Dad's taking us. And your not going anywhere, looking like that!" Rehmon looked at his filthy shirt and jeans. "Other than this....what's wrong w/ me?"
He noticed Bra coming out of the bathroom with an electric razor. She began to trim the beard which had grown on his face until he was clean shaven and surrounded by short black beard hair. Then she trimmed his sideburns, which had grown long. Next she wiped his face and combed his hair back into it's sort of tidy state, with 2 spikes sticking up and his bangs hanging over his right eye. Last of all, Bra ripped off his jeans and shirt and replaced them with identical clean ones. "There. Now, I'll go get ready." Rehmon layed back down lazily on the couch, thinking about Vegeta taking them to the sonogram's office. "I'm not so sure about Vegeta taking us." He said to Bra, who was in the bathroom. "Well, he's gonna take us, so live with it.' Bra said. Rehmon was very grim-faced as Bra brought him a set of crutches.
Vegeta drove up in the parking lot of the apartment complex. "I wish I could back out of this." He sighed. But Vegeta ALWAYS keeps his word. So he didn't. He just got out of the car, moving slowly and like a hunchback, and went up the apartment stairs. He knocked on the door and stared at the fairy fountain while waiting for the door to open. "There's the crazy son of a b*tch!" He heard Rehmon's voice say from the inside. "If I wasn't crippled, I would--" He heard a smacking noise, and then Bra shuffled to the door and opened it. "Hello, Papa." She said. "I'm all ready to go. So is Rehmon, here. He'll be coming with us today." Rehmon limped, on his crutches, toward the door, trying to make this look worse than it was. "Hello, Vegeta." He rasped. "I hope your past days living in guilt have--" Bra raised her hand at Rehmon. "That'll be discussed later." She said. Vegeta noticed a red, inflamed handprint mark on Rehmon's face and held back a snicker. "Shall we go, then?" Bra asked. Vegeta nodded, and they started going down the stairs. To get down them, Rehmon hovered. It was rather painful because of the way he had to hold his leg, and when he landed, it really hurt and blood gushed forward. He winced, and limped toward the car. Bra came back to help him. "OH, I think he can do it himself." Vegeta said. "He's so STRONG." Then Vegeta snickered. Bra glared at Vegeta and helped Rehmon into the car. "Now don't get BLOOD all over these seats, of my beautiful Ferrari, which I bought with money my wife MADE, and not STOLE from a law firm who beleived she was a lawyer." Bra was sitting back with Rehmon, and she rolled her eyes behind Vegeta's back. "JUst drive." She said. Vegeta started up the Ferrari and started to drive.
When they got to the doctor's office, Bra had to go in first to sign the forms. She hated to....but she had to. "Papa, your going to have to help Rehmon out of the car and up the steps." She said, unlatching her belt. Vegeta frowned. "He can stay in the car like the dog he is." Rehmon's lip curled into a sneer. "I don't think so." He said. "You see, it's my child we're talking about, and--" Bra held out a hand. "Papa will help you, or he can go shopping with us sometime for baby clothes, because we're about to find out what sex it is." Rehmon's scowl turned into a grin, and Vegeta helped him out. "Your.....You.....Ur....." Vegeta said, struggling to keep the hateful words from tumbling out of his mouth. "I don't even wanna be here...don't even want this baby..." Rehmon's handsome features darkened, but he limped up on his crutches to join Bra in the waiting room. She was finished filling out the forms and watching some fish swimming to and fro.
"Breifs, Bra." Came the call of the whiny nurse. Bra got up, along with Rehmon. "You can stay in here if you'd like, Papa." She said. Vegeta just smirked and rose. If that stupid Rehmon was going to be there, he was too. They walked back to a room with a large scale. "Step on it, please." Said the nurse. She was fat with curly, red hair and glasses. She was wearing a shirt with puppies and kittens on it. As Bra stepped on the scale, she said, 'What happened to you, handsome?" To Rehmon. He frowned as Vegeta giggled. "It's really none of your buisness, but if you must know, this guy did it." Rehmon said. "And, let me tell you that the fat and whalish aren't my type." And he limped away. Vegeta laughed. "Yeah!" He said. "Your fat and ugly! You remind me of Pepper Ann with a weight problem." The nurse's eyes welled up with tears and she looked at the scale. "Um, Bra, your 134 pounds." She said. "I'm fat." Said Bra quietly. Rehmon hugged her and shook his head. "Your supposed to gain weight.' He said softly. "Yes." Said the nurse. "And you've gained about as much as your supposed to have for this stage in pregnancy." She rose Bra's shirt and observed her stomach for any lumps or curious things, wrote 'nothing' on her pad, then put her shirt back down. "Have you had any experiances you think we should know about?" The nurse asked, now ignoring Rehmon and Vegeta. "Yes. Matter of fact, Sometimes I have a lot of pain. The doctor said it would be gone, by now." Vegeta was about to spout out, 'It's because your baby is a saiyan!' but he kept his mouth shut. "Well, we'll see if theres anything wrong on the sonogram." Said the doctor. Then she led them all back into a sonogram room.
"What's she rubbing that on your stomach for, princess?" Vegeta asked Bra. She was laying on a table with a machine over her, and the lady was rubbing a gel on her stomach. "She's putting it on there so the X-ray thing will roll." Bra explained. Vegeta had no idea what she was talking about. Rehmon was standing, leaning against the table for support, and holding Bra's hand and staring eagerly at the screen up there, which was blank now. "What's he watching the black screen for?" Vegeta asked. Rehmon glanced around breifly, but then turned back to the screen. "He's waiting for the picutre of the baby to show up." Said Bra. Vegeta nodded. "Oh." He said. When the nurse rubbed this stick-like thing over Bra's stomach, a picture suddenly appeared on the screen. It was mostly gray, but there was a darker gray spot in the middle almost, which was starting to resemble a human, but not much. "What's that?" He asked. "The baby!" Said Rehmon exitedly. Vegeta stared at it. "THAT's a baby?" Bra nodded. "It's still growing! Look, you can make out his head!"
Rehmon and Bra stared at the screen for a little longer, cooing and making obervations. "So, what is it, doc?" Rehmon asked. "A John or a Jane?" The doctor studied the screen. "Oh, its a.....a......little.....little boy!" Rehmon jumped in the air and pumped an arm. "Wooh--OUCH!" He yelled as he came back down on his injured leg. He winced, but then propped himself back on the crutch. "YAY! A boy! Landon!" Vegeta was happy it was a boy, but not with the name. Bra smiled big. "What about the pain?" She asked. The scene grew grimmer. "Oh, there's nothing wrong with you!" The doctor said. "The pain will stop soon." Then she wrote something on her clipboard, told them to have a nice day, and exited.
"That really helped alot. " Vegeta whined, making a sharp turn on the road that almost caused them to run into a stop sign. "She's the expert. And watch out, Papa." Vegeta had a red sucker jammed in his mouth that the receptionist at the doctor's office had given him. Rehmon was sitting in the back, silently. He had a strange look on his skeletal face. Vegeta turned the car into the Capsule Corp parking lot, where he usually parked. "Why are we here?" Rehmon asked, quietly. "Because Bulma told me to bring you here!" Vegeta snapped. "Why else would I bring the likes of YOU into my household?" Rehmon growled, but he didn't want to start anything here in front of Bra.
Before they could open the door, Bulma rushed out, and started helping to usher Rehmon into the house. "I'm so sorry about your leg!" She said. "And your tail--what if we never hear the bell again?" She acted as if she was really worried about that, when in reality, she wasn't. "My tail will be fine." Rehmon said. "Dunno about my leg though." He limped over to the couch and layed down. Bra sat down on the end of the couch, next to his feet. "Do you guys know what it is, yet?" Bulma asked. Bra nodded. "Mm Hmm. Issa little boy." Bulma clapped. "Good, good! Are you happy about that, Vegeta?" Vegeta grunted and sat down on the loveseat next to Bulma. "I want him to leave." He whispered. Bulma glared at Vegeta. "Shut up and be nice." She ordered. Vegeta crossed his arms and sat there. Rehmon kicked off his boots. "Put those shoes back on your smelly feet!" Vegeta snapped. "Your causing my perfectly grand couch to smell like sulfur!" Rehmon scowled. "Why don't you make me? I'm so hurt, I don't know if I can MOVE my leg!" Then he yawned and closed his eyes.
"Why.....you...." Vegeta said. he was growling so that he sounded like a Great Dane. Bulma was holding the back of Vegeta's shirt, keeping him from charging forward in anger. "Your retarded." Vegeta said to Rehmon. Rehmon stuck out his tongue. Vegeta imagined it slimy, green and covered in fur. That gave him some satisfaction; because Vegeta was supremly jelous over Rehmon's goodly looks. "You have a furry tongue." Vegeta said out loud, without realizing it. "What?" Rehmon asked, with the king of puzzled expressions on his face. "That was mean! Not to mention stupid!" Said Bra, getting up. It caused a ripple of pain through her lower back. "If you don't want us here, then I'll just leave!" She grabbed Rehmon's hand, but he shook his head.
"Nah, I like it here, babe. Plus, he doesn't effect me. Don't worry about it." He winked at her. Bra smiled and lowered herself to the couch. Vegeta was the one who rose, now. "I have to go to.....to.....the store, then, if we're having a guest for dinner." Vegeta said. "We're almost out of milk." He bent down and kissed his wife, who wasn't very happy with him at the moment. Then, he left. But right afeter he left, Bulma went into the kitchen and noticed a full jug of milk.
"Benny?" Vegeta asked, ambling toward the Bum's bench. He could see the shape of Benny the old Black Bum sihouetted against the moonlight. "Benny, it's me." Benny didn't move. "Oh, I'll bet Benny's asleep." Vegeta said. "It's about 9:00 at night.....oh gosh....Bulma's waiting for me to start dinner. It's already late...and Benny's asleep....I'll just come and see him tomarrow." Vegeta jammed his hands in his spandex pockets. Then, he walked off.
While he was in the car on the way to WAL*MART(He figured he had better bring a jug of milk home, even though that was cover-up story, so Bulma woulden't suspect)He was thinking about Bra and Rehmon. "She likes him better than me." He said with a sob. Then, he looked at himself in the mirror. "He's handsomer than me!" He said. But Vegeta is very handsome. "He's more appealing than me! He's NICER than me! I'll never get my daughter back!" He slammed his fist on the console. But then he froze.
An idea had just popped in his head.
"I managed to win my lover back from that guy." He said. "So I know I can make Bra like me better! But my personalitie isn't gonna do it...so I can BUY her love!" He halted at a nearby pet shop. (Remember, they have dragons and dinosaurs in their little world thingy) There were baby puppies in the window, scrambling over one another to get the best look at Vegeta through the glass. he found it amusing how their pink tongues lolled out and they panted and yipped. "Those things are cute." Said Vegeta. For some reason, looking at these.....dogs....puppies....mutts...whatever they were called, made him happier. "I wonder if she would like one of those." He entered.
"Hello, sir, may I help you?" Asked a fairly small, short man who was bald. "No, I'm just looking for something my daughter would like." He walked to the back. There were someore, larger breed puppies in cages and some full grown dogs. There were cats, rats, mice, guinea pigs, snakes, lizards, fish, and even some dragons. They were baby Dragons. The smallet baby Dragon they had was about the size of a full-grown cat. "Hello." Said Vegeta, through the bars to it. It was red with black, webbed wings which looked too small for it's body. Two large, sharp fangs were pointing out of it's mouth. It stood on four scaly legs, each foot with webbed feet. It had a long, red tail with spikes all down it. It's neck wasn't THAT long, but longer than average, which was normal for a dragon. Smoke was pouring out of it's nose.
"Do you like him?" The pet shop owner asked. The dragon was VERY cute. "Yes, it's cute." Vegeta said. "What's that smoke coming out of it's nose, for?" He pointed, where the glass cage was filling up with black smoke. "Because he's bored." Said the pet shop owner. "He's got little bitty wings." Vegeta added. "They look to small for him to fly." The owner nodded. "He can't fly yet, but when he get's bigger, they'll grow and he'll be able to." The cage was now so full of smoke Vegeta coulden't see the dragon anymore.
"What's he eat?" Vegeta rasped. "He eats raw meat." Said the owner. Vegeta made a face. "EWWW." He said. "Raw meat? Really?" The owner nodded. "How big will he get?" Vegeta asked. "About as big as a Ford F 150 truck." Said they man. That was relativly small for a dragon. But it was pretty big. "M.....how much do u want for him? I'm not paying something rediculous for a lizard." The man placed a hand on his face. "I'd say 1,000 zeni is fair." Vegeta thought. "You reckon my little girl will like him?" The smoke was clearing out now. "Yes." The guy said. So Vegeta decided to buy him.
"hey!" Vegeta said, kicking the door open. He had the dragon behind his back, holding it. It was fluttering it's wings, biting and scratching. It didn't like being held. "I brought you something!" Bulma, Bra or Rehmon had no idea what to think. They could hear grunts and growls from behind Vegeta's back, and could tell something was struggling. "Vegeta, what IS it?" Bulma asked. Vegeta stepped inside and plopped the small red dragon on the ground. It ruffled it's webbed wings, folded them, and stared up at everyone. It's forked tongue came in and out of it's mouth. "Say hello!" Vegeta said. Bra clasped her hands. "Oh, papa, it's so cute!" She rushed over and picked it up. At first, it struggled aganist her hands, slashing at her face and snapping at her fingers. But soon it decided it liked her and let her hold it. "Oh, I love it, Papa!" She said. She petted it on the head. Bulma was doing the same. "I like it, too!" She said. Rehmon sat up on the couch with the a strange look slopped across his face. "Bring it over here!" He said. "I wanna see it."
Bra carried it over. "Isn't he cute?" The dragon stared at Rehmon, opened it's mouth, and yawned. Rehmon felt it's breath hot on his face-- abnormally hot--and realized what was about to happen right before a jet of fire hit him in the face. "OW!" Rehmon yelled, and jumped up. The burns weren't that bad, because the dragon coulden't spit fire good yet and he hadn't meant to do it. "That hurt!" Rehmon said. "Did you see what that evil thing did to me?" Bra hugged the dragon. "He's not evil! He didn't mean to!" Rehmon whiped ashes off his face. "Whatever you say." He mumbled. The dragon stared at Rehmon with yellow eyes. Vegeta was beaming. "Sooo...what are you gonna name him?" Vegeta asked. Bra thought. "I know!" She said. "Kasai! That means fire!" Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Why do you people insist on giving your pets japanese names?" He asked. Bra shrugged. It's a cute name." Vegeta looked at the dragon. "He doesn't look like a Kasai, to me." He said. Bra nodded. "Yes he does." She set him down on the ground. He folded his wings and started walking around, smelling the ground and sweeping his tail across it. "AW." Bulma said. "How come you never bought me a dragon, Vegeta? Lucky we have doggy doors all over the house that he can use until he gets too big." Vegeta smiled. He was glad everyone liked his dragon. "The guy at the pet shop says you have to walk dragons everyday or they get bored and scratch your stuff up. And they might be unhealthy, too. And he said to watch him because he'll catch LIVE prey." Bra shrugged. "Kasai would never do that. He's no savage."
Just then, Fluffy, Bra's white cat, trounced by. Kasai the dragon saw it, and before anyone could stop it from happening, Kasai pounced on Fluffy and sunk his long teeth into her neck. he jerked his head upward and there was a sickening snap as the cat's neck broke. Next thing they knew, Kasai was sinking his long teeth into Fluffy's furry belly and tearing out a chunk of meat while blood leaked everywhere. "My cat!" Bra said. "My carpet!" Bulma said. "My faaa-aace!" Rehmon whined. They all stared at the gruesome scene for a while, unable to speak or move. But Bra wasn't even crying. "Fluffy deserved it, to walk out in front f a dragon." She said. "Come on, Kasai, let's go get you cleaned up!" She picked up the dragon, who struggled because it wanted to eat, and carried it into the kitchen to make it a bath in the sink. Bulma was sobing. "My new....white carpet!" Vegeta was trying to comfort her, but he wasn't sure it was working.
"We can......um....always buy a new carpet." Vegeta said. "This one was only 3,000 dollars." Bulma grasped his shirt. "3,000 dollars, Vegeta? That's a lot, even for a rich person!" Vegeta nodded. "UM.....yes, I know." He said. "Can I go, now?" He asked. "I'll help ya pay for it, Mrs. Breifs." Rehmon said, trying to be polite and make Vegeta jelous at the same time. "HELL, NO!" He said. "You will not help her pay for it! I'm the man of this house!" Vegeta stomped his foot in anger. "The man of the house who doesn't have a job.....?" Rehmon asked slyly. Vegeta was so mad he went to go to bed.
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Vegeta didn't tell Bulma and Bra what he had done to Rehmon until 2 weeks since the incident had passed. "YOU WHAT?" Bra asked. Vegeta nodded. "Yes. I broke his leg, mangled his tail, and grazed his face. he made me angry. I coulden't help it!" bra growled. "DAD! No wonder when he called me he woulden't come and see me or let me come over!" Vegeta sheepishly hung his head, feeling a little bad. "Well, it's not mandatory that you see him! It's not like your madly in love with him or something!"
The moment those words escaped Vegeta's mouth he knew they were the wrong ones. Bra and Bulma became silent. The only noise was the faint groan of the coffee maker. "Are you?" Vegeta asked, gulping. He didn't even know why he asked! He didn't want to know! Bra shrugged. "I....I don't know! But I have another sonogram in 3 days, and if he can't take me, because of you, you'll have to!" And she grabbed her coat. "I'm going to his house to see him. Mom, I can't beleive you made him go over there!" She made a small, teenage noise and ran out the door. Vegeta went to stop her, but Bulma stopped HIM. "No." She said. "She can go over there. I need to talk to YOU." Vegeta rolled his eyes. "I didn't mean to, Bulma! It was just one of those things...you know, the ones you milk for more than they're worth?! The ones I'll hear about for 2 years?!" Bulma frowned. "I think I have a right to know why you blew up on him--after putting it off for a whole week, and then not telling me and Bra until now.......2 weeks after it happened! I'm very dissapointed in you, Vegeta!" Vegeta rolled his eyes. "He got my daughter pregnant! That's the whole reason for it all!" Then he started toward his room. Bulma yelled after him, "He's such a nice guy! Much nicer than you! Sometimes I wish I had stayed with HIM!" Bulma didn't mean it, and Vegeta knew it, but it still made him sad. He started to run up the stairs. Bulma heard his boots thudding on the stairs. "Stop that stomping!" She cried. "Your going to break the staircase!" The footsteps of Vegeta didn't get any quieter.
"Gee, I wonder how sad I just made my Vegeta." Bulma pondered. Vegeta was indeed very, very sad.
Bra knocked on the door. "Leave me alone!" She heard from the apartment, in a slurred voice. She could tell it was Rehmon, though. "NO!" Bra said. "It's me! Bra? My dad told me what happened!" There was a silence at the other side of the door. "Why did you ask?" Rehmon said, with a hint of annoyance. "Because I have a right to know!" She heard Rehmon shuffling toward the door. "Well, It's me and your dad's buisness you know."
When he opened the door, it was VERY surprising. His face was white, and was covered in stubble. Stubble so thick it was becoming a beard. His dark hair was growing longer, and it was hanging in his eyes. He looked annoyed, and Bra saw something terrible. His leg wasn't wrapped or splinted with anything. It was just there, with a bone sticking out of it. He had a nasty, open wound on his cheek, and his tail was very mangled and leaking pus and blood, obviously infected. "REHMON!" bra said. "Have you any idea at all how to take care of yourself?" He hovered to the couch and layed down, and Bra saw the couch was covered in dried pus and blood, and surrounded by empty chip wrappers and things. In other words, he'd been doing nothing but laying on the couch, with these severe injuries, for 2 whole weeks.
"I wasn't sure what to do." He grumbled. "I figured it would just heal by itself." Bra again noticed that he was as white as a ghost. He was also shaking a little. "Rehmon, don't you think that your tail--leaking pus and blood 24/7, isn't right??" He shrugged. "I told you I didn't know." He decided to try and change the subject. "Sorry I haven't seen you lately....I've tried to call a lot. How's the baby? How's Bulma?" Rehmon noticed that Bra, who was about 3 months pregnant now, was starting to get a little poochy around the stomach area. "The baby's fine." Bra said. "I have another appointment for a sonogram in three days." Rehmn jumped up. "I wanna go! This is when they'll be able to tell what sex it is, right? I want to be there!" Bra just pushed him back on the couch. "No. Your too badly injured." Rehmon growled. "Well, I woulden't be this way if it wasn't for your stupid dad." Bra got sort of mad that he called her dad stupid, but she decided to let it slide. "Why didn't you avoid him? Your really fast; I'm sure that if you had been trying you could have gotten away." Rehmon growled.
"This apartment is small. I didn't have any room to move around." He winced as he shifted on the couch, which was white, and now brown and green from the fluids leaking out of his injuries. "These have to be pretty bad." Bra said. "They haven't healed yet, and your a Saiyan! Saiyan's heal fast!!" Rehmon grumbled. "Why are you so worried?" Rehmon asked. "I'll be fine. You know that I know how to take care of yourself." Rehmon looked at his injuries. "know how to take care of yourself?" She picked up the phone. "My mother will know what to do. You just sit still, honey." Rehmon groaned and fell back on the couch.
Bulma was washing dishes, and then she heard the phone ring. She picked it up with annoyance and put it to her ear. "Hello?" She asked. "Bulma here." Bulma heard Bra's voice and panicked. "Hello Mother." She sounded distressed, and Bulma wondered if...."Bra, is something wrong? Did you break down on the side of the road?" "No." Bra said. "I want you to come over to Rehmon's with me. Those injuries dad put on him are all infected!" Bulma sighed. "Alright, I'll be right there." And she hung up. "VEGGIE!" Bulma called. "What?" Vegeta asked. He sounded distressed. "I'm going out!"
She heard the springs on the bed creak as he got up, and thumps as he tramped down the stairs. He soon appeared, his hair sticking everywhere . "Where are you going out TO?" Bulma knew she coulden't tell him she was going to help Rehmon. He would see her as a traitor. "Um......Um, Vegeta......I'm going to the store." Vegeta opened the cupboards and looked in them. "To get what?" He asked. "We're not out of anything." Bulma nervously scratched the back of her head. "I'm going to get....some.....Trunks wants some Fruit snacks. He said he can't live without them." Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "Mm...alright. Have fun." He leaned over and kissed Bulma. She hugged him tightly and went to get her jacket. Then she stepped out.
"Oh, Rehmon!"Bulma gasped when she saw his leg, tail and cheek. They were all oozing pus and blood. "What did he do to you?" Rehmon smirked. "He shot ki blasts at me. What does it look like?" Bulma bent over him and observed the bone sticking out of his leg. "You've been like this for 2 weeks? Bra's been worried sick about you!" Bra was holding Rehmon's hand so tight it was white. "Yes, I know." Rehmon said. "I said I was sorry. Now can you fix this sore on my face? I don't wanna be scarred." Bulma nodded. "Oh, sure." She bent over him and began working on him. "Don't hurt him, mother!" Bra was saying. "Do you think we out to take him to a hospital?" The worry in her face was clear. Bulma dabbed some antibiotic ointment on his face. "Maybe. I don't know." Bulma replied. "Chill." Said Rehmon to Bra. "I'm alright. But if I had been a teeny bit slower, I probley would have LOST my leg." Bra clenched his hand in hers even tighter.
"Your face isn't that deep." Bulma said. "You just didn't take care of it like you should have." Rehmon groaned. "That burns." "I told you not to hurt him, mother." Bra said. Bulma grumbled, "I'm trying." Bra was about to sob with worry, when she remembered something. "Dende can heal Rehmon, right?" Bulma looked at Bra. She knew that Dende coulden't heal those with an evil heart, and if Dende tried to heal Rehmon....and for some reason coulden't, meaning that Rehmon had even a teeny bit of evil heart left, then Bra would be devestated. "I don't think that's a good idea." Bulma said. "He's a Saiyan. When I set the bone, he heals so fast it'll probley be much better in only about 3 days. But with this infection...I just don't know."
"I don't understand what all the fuss is about." Rehmon said, with a hint of annoyance. "I'm a grown man....I know how to take care of myself." Bra hugged Rehmon close. "You obviously don't. But that's O.K." Rehmon smiled and leaned back. "When I set this bone, it may hurt a little. " BUlma said. "What am I saying? It WILL hurt A LOT. But just squeeze Bra's hand."
Bulma noticed Rehmon's handsome face was drained of it's usual natural flush, and covered in stubble. His normally tidy hair was sticking everywhere. Rehmon squeezed Bra's hand and Bulma grabbed Rehmon's leg and with a *CRACK*, it was back in place. Rehmon howled. "OWWW!" He screamed. He looked down at his leg and saw that the bone wasn't sticking out of his leg anymore, but there was a hole in the skin where it had been. "That hurt!" He said. Bulma shrugged.
Bulma walked in the door, thankful that she had helped Rehmon without Vegeta noticing. She slipped in with a sigh(Bra had deided to stay with her Boyfriend for the night--he was in a lot of pain and needed help). That's when she saw Vegeta come in. He looked angry--angrier than he had been in a LONG time. "Vegeta?" Bulma asked. "What's the matter?" Bulma heard Vegeta make a low growl in his throat. "What's WRONG?" he asked her, walking closer. "What's wrong? You know what's wrong, you lying little whore!" The words struck Bulma painfully, and she got angry. "hey!" She said. "You don't call me names! And what the h*ll is your problem? What flew up your @$$ and stung?" Vegeta rushed forward. "Don't talk to me that way!" He roared. "And you know d*mn well what's wrong with me! You weren't at the store."
Bulma's heart beated 10X a minute. "UM, Yes, I was. Trunks needed the fruit snacks..." Vegeta shook his head. "NO! I asked Trunks! He didn't need any Fruit snacks! You lied to me and went over to Rehmon's house to f*ck with him! I told you I didn't wat you there without me! I TOLD You! I knew whenever u said that u wished you'd never left him that you were going to go back to him!" Bulma could see Vegeta was very angry. " I didn't go over there." Vegeta grabbed her wrists tightly. "I Think you did." He said. "And you LIED to me so you could go over there. You thought I was stupid; that I would never figure it out!" His voice stressed more on every word, until Bulma got scared, and spun away. "Let me go! And You have no proof! I did go over there, but only to mend the broken bones YOU did!" Vegeta was silent. "You are a traitor." He said. "He got our daughter Pregnant, he punched me.....and then you went over there!"
"In case you haven't forgotten, YOU got me pregnant when WE weren't married!" Vegeta stuttered. "WEll, I um....we got married....eventually!" Bulma chuckled. "And how do you know they won't get married later?" Suddenly, Vegeta realized it could happen, and he was horrified. "That snake and my princess? Never! I would never allow it! I would kill him before allowing them to... get married!" Bulma shook her head. "Just because we were in our 30's when we wanted to get married, doesn't mean you have to be! It doesn't matter what age you are when you decide to get married!" Vegeta growled. Then he turned around on a heel and began to stomp away. "You can't just STOMP away!" Bulma said. "You owe that boy an apologie!" Vegeta turned around and smirked. "He's not a boy. He's a MAN. So he can obviously recognize when his guts are hated, and, then he can put up with it." Vegeta started to walk away again, but Bulma grabbed him. "You DO know that your taking Bra for her sonogram in 3 days." She said. Vegeta glared at her and slowly nodded. "I suppose I could do this one small thing for the child. I mean, it WILL be 3/4 Saiyan." And with a smile, Vegeta went to his room.
Bra awoke on the morning of her sonogram at Rehmon's. She'd decided to stay 2 nights because he looked so bad. Once she had been forced to lance the wound and everything. Rehmon was shaking her with the broom handle from the couch. "Hey! Wake up!" He hollered. She turned to face him. "Yes, Rehmon?" She asked, annoyed. She was faintly aware of the pains running through her stomach. She didn't think they were normal, because she was 3 1/2 months pregnant--and half a month past the 1st trimester. "You got to get up and get ready." Rehmon rasped. "And so do I." Bra looked at him and shook her head. "Oh, no. You can't go. Your in a pitful state." The bandage surrounding Rehmon's leg was soaked with blood, as well as the one on his tail. His face wound was healing nicely. "That's nothing." Rehmon said. "I'll use crutches." And he hoisted himself to the sittning position, careful of his mangled tail. "I can't drive, though." Rehmon added. "That's going to be a problem." Bra was getting up. "Dad's taking us. And your not going anywhere, looking like that!" Rehmon looked at his filthy shirt and jeans. "Other than this....what's wrong w/ me?"
He noticed Bra coming out of the bathroom with an electric razor. She began to trim the beard which had grown on his face until he was clean shaven and surrounded by short black beard hair. Then she trimmed his sideburns, which had grown long. Next she wiped his face and combed his hair back into it's sort of tidy state, with 2 spikes sticking up and his bangs hanging over his right eye. Last of all, Bra ripped off his jeans and shirt and replaced them with identical clean ones. "There. Now, I'll go get ready." Rehmon layed back down lazily on the couch, thinking about Vegeta taking them to the sonogram's office. "I'm not so sure about Vegeta taking us." He said to Bra, who was in the bathroom. "Well, he's gonna take us, so live with it.' Bra said. Rehmon was very grim-faced as Bra brought him a set of crutches.
Vegeta drove up in the parking lot of the apartment complex. "I wish I could back out of this." He sighed. But Vegeta ALWAYS keeps his word. So he didn't. He just got out of the car, moving slowly and like a hunchback, and went up the apartment stairs. He knocked on the door and stared at the fairy fountain while waiting for the door to open. "There's the crazy son of a b*tch!" He heard Rehmon's voice say from the inside. "If I wasn't crippled, I would--" He heard a smacking noise, and then Bra shuffled to the door and opened it. "Hello, Papa." She said. "I'm all ready to go. So is Rehmon, here. He'll be coming with us today." Rehmon limped, on his crutches, toward the door, trying to make this look worse than it was. "Hello, Vegeta." He rasped. "I hope your past days living in guilt have--" Bra raised her hand at Rehmon. "That'll be discussed later." She said. Vegeta noticed a red, inflamed handprint mark on Rehmon's face and held back a snicker. "Shall we go, then?" Bra asked. Vegeta nodded, and they started going down the stairs. To get down them, Rehmon hovered. It was rather painful because of the way he had to hold his leg, and when he landed, it really hurt and blood gushed forward. He winced, and limped toward the car. Bra came back to help him. "OH, I think he can do it himself." Vegeta said. "He's so STRONG." Then Vegeta snickered. Bra glared at Vegeta and helped Rehmon into the car. "Now don't get BLOOD all over these seats, of my beautiful Ferrari, which I bought with money my wife MADE, and not STOLE from a law firm who beleived she was a lawyer." Bra was sitting back with Rehmon, and she rolled her eyes behind Vegeta's back. "JUst drive." She said. Vegeta started up the Ferrari and started to drive.
When they got to the doctor's office, Bra had to go in first to sign the forms. She hated to....but she had to. "Papa, your going to have to help Rehmon out of the car and up the steps." She said, unlatching her belt. Vegeta frowned. "He can stay in the car like the dog he is." Rehmon's lip curled into a sneer. "I don't think so." He said. "You see, it's my child we're talking about, and--" Bra held out a hand. "Papa will help you, or he can go shopping with us sometime for baby clothes, because we're about to find out what sex it is." Rehmon's scowl turned into a grin, and Vegeta helped him out. "Your.....You.....Ur....." Vegeta said, struggling to keep the hateful words from tumbling out of his mouth. "I don't even wanna be here...don't even want this baby..." Rehmon's handsome features darkened, but he limped up on his crutches to join Bra in the waiting room. She was finished filling out the forms and watching some fish swimming to and fro.
"Breifs, Bra." Came the call of the whiny nurse. Bra got up, along with Rehmon. "You can stay in here if you'd like, Papa." She said. Vegeta just smirked and rose. If that stupid Rehmon was going to be there, he was too. They walked back to a room with a large scale. "Step on it, please." Said the nurse. She was fat with curly, red hair and glasses. She was wearing a shirt with puppies and kittens on it. As Bra stepped on the scale, she said, 'What happened to you, handsome?" To Rehmon. He frowned as Vegeta giggled. "It's really none of your buisness, but if you must know, this guy did it." Rehmon said. "And, let me tell you that the fat and whalish aren't my type." And he limped away. Vegeta laughed. "Yeah!" He said. "Your fat and ugly! You remind me of Pepper Ann with a weight problem." The nurse's eyes welled up with tears and she looked at the scale. "Um, Bra, your 134 pounds." She said. "I'm fat." Said Bra quietly. Rehmon hugged her and shook his head. "Your supposed to gain weight.' He said softly. "Yes." Said the nurse. "And you've gained about as much as your supposed to have for this stage in pregnancy." She rose Bra's shirt and observed her stomach for any lumps or curious things, wrote 'nothing' on her pad, then put her shirt back down. "Have you had any experiances you think we should know about?" The nurse asked, now ignoring Rehmon and Vegeta. "Yes. Matter of fact, Sometimes I have a lot of pain. The doctor said it would be gone, by now." Vegeta was about to spout out, 'It's because your baby is a saiyan!' but he kept his mouth shut. "Well, we'll see if theres anything wrong on the sonogram." Said the doctor. Then she led them all back into a sonogram room.
"What's she rubbing that on your stomach for, princess?" Vegeta asked Bra. She was laying on a table with a machine over her, and the lady was rubbing a gel on her stomach. "She's putting it on there so the X-ray thing will roll." Bra explained. Vegeta had no idea what she was talking about. Rehmon was standing, leaning against the table for support, and holding Bra's hand and staring eagerly at the screen up there, which was blank now. "What's he watching the black screen for?" Vegeta asked. Rehmon glanced around breifly, but then turned back to the screen. "He's waiting for the picutre of the baby to show up." Said Bra. Vegeta nodded. "Oh." He said. When the nurse rubbed this stick-like thing over Bra's stomach, a picture suddenly appeared on the screen. It was mostly gray, but there was a darker gray spot in the middle almost, which was starting to resemble a human, but not much. "What's that?" He asked. "The baby!" Said Rehmon exitedly. Vegeta stared at it. "THAT's a baby?" Bra nodded. "It's still growing! Look, you can make out his head!"
Rehmon and Bra stared at the screen for a little longer, cooing and making obervations. "So, what is it, doc?" Rehmon asked. "A John or a Jane?" The doctor studied the screen. "Oh, its a.....a......little.....little boy!" Rehmon jumped in the air and pumped an arm. "Wooh--OUCH!" He yelled as he came back down on his injured leg. He winced, but then propped himself back on the crutch. "YAY! A boy! Landon!" Vegeta was happy it was a boy, but not with the name. Bra smiled big. "What about the pain?" She asked. The scene grew grimmer. "Oh, there's nothing wrong with you!" The doctor said. "The pain will stop soon." Then she wrote something on her clipboard, told them to have a nice day, and exited.
"That really helped alot. " Vegeta whined, making a sharp turn on the road that almost caused them to run into a stop sign. "She's the expert. And watch out, Papa." Vegeta had a red sucker jammed in his mouth that the receptionist at the doctor's office had given him. Rehmon was sitting in the back, silently. He had a strange look on his skeletal face. Vegeta turned the car into the Capsule Corp parking lot, where he usually parked. "Why are we here?" Rehmon asked, quietly. "Because Bulma told me to bring you here!" Vegeta snapped. "Why else would I bring the likes of YOU into my household?" Rehmon growled, but he didn't want to start anything here in front of Bra.
Before they could open the door, Bulma rushed out, and started helping to usher Rehmon into the house. "I'm so sorry about your leg!" She said. "And your tail--what if we never hear the bell again?" She acted as if she was really worried about that, when in reality, she wasn't. "My tail will be fine." Rehmon said. "Dunno about my leg though." He limped over to the couch and layed down. Bra sat down on the end of the couch, next to his feet. "Do you guys know what it is, yet?" Bulma asked. Bra nodded. "Mm Hmm. Issa little boy." Bulma clapped. "Good, good! Are you happy about that, Vegeta?" Vegeta grunted and sat down on the loveseat next to Bulma. "I want him to leave." He whispered. Bulma glared at Vegeta. "Shut up and be nice." She ordered. Vegeta crossed his arms and sat there. Rehmon kicked off his boots. "Put those shoes back on your smelly feet!" Vegeta snapped. "Your causing my perfectly grand couch to smell like sulfur!" Rehmon scowled. "Why don't you make me? I'm so hurt, I don't know if I can MOVE my leg!" Then he yawned and closed his eyes.
"Why.....you...." Vegeta said. he was growling so that he sounded like a Great Dane. Bulma was holding the back of Vegeta's shirt, keeping him from charging forward in anger. "Your retarded." Vegeta said to Rehmon. Rehmon stuck out his tongue. Vegeta imagined it slimy, green and covered in fur. That gave him some satisfaction; because Vegeta was supremly jelous over Rehmon's goodly looks. "You have a furry tongue." Vegeta said out loud, without realizing it. "What?" Rehmon asked, with the king of puzzled expressions on his face. "That was mean! Not to mention stupid!" Said Bra, getting up. It caused a ripple of pain through her lower back. "If you don't want us here, then I'll just leave!" She grabbed Rehmon's hand, but he shook his head.
"Nah, I like it here, babe. Plus, he doesn't effect me. Don't worry about it." He winked at her. Bra smiled and lowered herself to the couch. Vegeta was the one who rose, now. "I have to go to.....to.....the store, then, if we're having a guest for dinner." Vegeta said. "We're almost out of milk." He bent down and kissed his wife, who wasn't very happy with him at the moment. Then, he left. But right afeter he left, Bulma went into the kitchen and noticed a full jug of milk.
"Benny?" Vegeta asked, ambling toward the Bum's bench. He could see the shape of Benny the old Black Bum sihouetted against the moonlight. "Benny, it's me." Benny didn't move. "Oh, I'll bet Benny's asleep." Vegeta said. "It's about 9:00 at night.....oh gosh....Bulma's waiting for me to start dinner. It's already late...and Benny's asleep....I'll just come and see him tomarrow." Vegeta jammed his hands in his spandex pockets. Then, he walked off.
While he was in the car on the way to WAL*MART(He figured he had better bring a jug of milk home, even though that was cover-up story, so Bulma woulden't suspect)He was thinking about Bra and Rehmon. "She likes him better than me." He said with a sob. Then, he looked at himself in the mirror. "He's handsomer than me!" He said. But Vegeta is very handsome. "He's more appealing than me! He's NICER than me! I'll never get my daughter back!" He slammed his fist on the console. But then he froze.
An idea had just popped in his head.
"I managed to win my lover back from that guy." He said. "So I know I can make Bra like me better! But my personalitie isn't gonna do it...so I can BUY her love!" He halted at a nearby pet shop. (Remember, they have dragons and dinosaurs in their little world thingy) There were baby puppies in the window, scrambling over one another to get the best look at Vegeta through the glass. he found it amusing how their pink tongues lolled out and they panted and yipped. "Those things are cute." Said Vegeta. For some reason, looking at these.....dogs....puppies....mutts...whatever they were called, made him happier. "I wonder if she would like one of those." He entered.
"Hello, sir, may I help you?" Asked a fairly small, short man who was bald. "No, I'm just looking for something my daughter would like." He walked to the back. There were someore, larger breed puppies in cages and some full grown dogs. There were cats, rats, mice, guinea pigs, snakes, lizards, fish, and even some dragons. They were baby Dragons. The smallet baby Dragon they had was about the size of a full-grown cat. "Hello." Said Vegeta, through the bars to it. It was red with black, webbed wings which looked too small for it's body. Two large, sharp fangs were pointing out of it's mouth. It stood on four scaly legs, each foot with webbed feet. It had a long, red tail with spikes all down it. It's neck wasn't THAT long, but longer than average, which was normal for a dragon. Smoke was pouring out of it's nose.
"Do you like him?" The pet shop owner asked. The dragon was VERY cute. "Yes, it's cute." Vegeta said. "What's that smoke coming out of it's nose, for?" He pointed, where the glass cage was filling up with black smoke. "Because he's bored." Said the pet shop owner. "He's got little bitty wings." Vegeta added. "They look to small for him to fly." The owner nodded. "He can't fly yet, but when he get's bigger, they'll grow and he'll be able to." The cage was now so full of smoke Vegeta coulden't see the dragon anymore.
"What's he eat?" Vegeta rasped. "He eats raw meat." Said the owner. Vegeta made a face. "EWWW." He said. "Raw meat? Really?" The owner nodded. "How big will he get?" Vegeta asked. "About as big as a Ford F 150 truck." Said they man. That was relativly small for a dragon. But it was pretty big. "M.....how much do u want for him? I'm not paying something rediculous for a lizard." The man placed a hand on his face. "I'd say 1,000 zeni is fair." Vegeta thought. "You reckon my little girl will like him?" The smoke was clearing out now. "Yes." The guy said. So Vegeta decided to buy him.
"hey!" Vegeta said, kicking the door open. He had the dragon behind his back, holding it. It was fluttering it's wings, biting and scratching. It didn't like being held. "I brought you something!" Bulma, Bra or Rehmon had no idea what to think. They could hear grunts and growls from behind Vegeta's back, and could tell something was struggling. "Vegeta, what IS it?" Bulma asked. Vegeta stepped inside and plopped the small red dragon on the ground. It ruffled it's webbed wings, folded them, and stared up at everyone. It's forked tongue came in and out of it's mouth. "Say hello!" Vegeta said. Bra clasped her hands. "Oh, papa, it's so cute!" She rushed over and picked it up. At first, it struggled aganist her hands, slashing at her face and snapping at her fingers. But soon it decided it liked her and let her hold it. "Oh, I love it, Papa!" She said. She petted it on the head. Bulma was doing the same. "I like it, too!" She said. Rehmon sat up on the couch with the a strange look slopped across his face. "Bring it over here!" He said. "I wanna see it."
Bra carried it over. "Isn't he cute?" The dragon stared at Rehmon, opened it's mouth, and yawned. Rehmon felt it's breath hot on his face-- abnormally hot--and realized what was about to happen right before a jet of fire hit him in the face. "OW!" Rehmon yelled, and jumped up. The burns weren't that bad, because the dragon coulden't spit fire good yet and he hadn't meant to do it. "That hurt!" Rehmon said. "Did you see what that evil thing did to me?" Bra hugged the dragon. "He's not evil! He didn't mean to!" Rehmon whiped ashes off his face. "Whatever you say." He mumbled. The dragon stared at Rehmon with yellow eyes. Vegeta was beaming. "Sooo...what are you gonna name him?" Vegeta asked. Bra thought. "I know!" She said. "Kasai! That means fire!" Vegeta rolled his eyes. "Why do you people insist on giving your pets japanese names?" He asked. Bra shrugged. It's a cute name." Vegeta looked at the dragon. "He doesn't look like a Kasai, to me." He said. Bra nodded. "Yes he does." She set him down on the ground. He folded his wings and started walking around, smelling the ground and sweeping his tail across it. "AW." Bulma said. "How come you never bought me a dragon, Vegeta? Lucky we have doggy doors all over the house that he can use until he gets too big." Vegeta smiled. He was glad everyone liked his dragon. "The guy at the pet shop says you have to walk dragons everyday or they get bored and scratch your stuff up. And they might be unhealthy, too. And he said to watch him because he'll catch LIVE prey." Bra shrugged. "Kasai would never do that. He's no savage."
Just then, Fluffy, Bra's white cat, trounced by. Kasai the dragon saw it, and before anyone could stop it from happening, Kasai pounced on Fluffy and sunk his long teeth into her neck. he jerked his head upward and there was a sickening snap as the cat's neck broke. Next thing they knew, Kasai was sinking his long teeth into Fluffy's furry belly and tearing out a chunk of meat while blood leaked everywhere. "My cat!" Bra said. "My carpet!" Bulma said. "My faaa-aace!" Rehmon whined. They all stared at the gruesome scene for a while, unable to speak or move. But Bra wasn't even crying. "Fluffy deserved it, to walk out in front f a dragon." She said. "Come on, Kasai, let's go get you cleaned up!" She picked up the dragon, who struggled because it wanted to eat, and carried it into the kitchen to make it a bath in the sink. Bulma was sobing. "My new....white carpet!" Vegeta was trying to comfort her, but he wasn't sure it was working.
"We can......um....always buy a new carpet." Vegeta said. "This one was only 3,000 dollars." Bulma grasped his shirt. "3,000 dollars, Vegeta? That's a lot, even for a rich person!" Vegeta nodded. "UM.....yes, I know." He said. "Can I go, now?" He asked. "I'll help ya pay for it, Mrs. Breifs." Rehmon said, trying to be polite and make Vegeta jelous at the same time. "HELL, NO!" He said. "You will not help her pay for it! I'm the man of this house!" Vegeta stomped his foot in anger. "The man of the house who doesn't have a job.....?" Rehmon asked slyly. Vegeta was so mad he went to go to bed.
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