Chapter 9
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***Hey y'all! Um, wanted to say that in case you didn't see it last time, Maria s. didn't give me the right email and need to try again***
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About a month after that fateful day when Vegeta thought the ghost of Benny was after him, and found out Rehmon was moving in, things weren't going well. Rehmon was a ruthless, sloppy slob who hogged the couch and television set. And he and Bra's pet, the dragon, was eating more and more, and now he was almost the size of a wolf. He took up a lot of space and when he got mad, he would set things on fire. They had to walk him every day, sometimes for hours. The whole time, he flapped his wings, trying to fly, and beat sand and dirt in their eyes. But Bra was always convinced he was an angel. And Bra was another problem. At 5 months pregnant, she was beginning to get the waddle. Her stomach was beginning to hang over her belt and she could feel her baby kicking sometimes. Her pants were getting tighter and she was eating strage and mysterious things.
"Hey!" She said, running down the stairs. "Where's the sheets? I told you to put them in the washer, Rehmon, but their not there!" Rehmon looked up from the TV lazily. "I left them on the bed. I thought they could survive another night!" Bra made a disgusted noise. "Rehmon, you....MESSED on those sheets! We can't sleep on them any more!" Rehmon rolled his eyes. "Then YOU get them off." Bra began to sob, being moody and all. "I'm PREGNANT! I'm suposed to be sitting or laying down with my feet up as much as I can, and you don't help one bit! You just excersise on that machine and watch that TV!" Bulma ran in."It's okay, no need to fight! I'll do it!" She said. Vegeta groaned. "It's not you mother's job!" He said crossly to Bra. "It's your boyfriends. If he won't work, you've gotta make him." Vegeta chomped on a chip and slurped some coke. " I don't see YOU getting up and helping your mate!" Rehmon snapped. Vegeta stood up. "I help her!" "How?" Rehmon snorted. "This I GOT to hear!" "I um....I help her because...because I know how to please her. Bra tells me--your LOUSY in bed." Bra and Rehmon were silent for a while, then both started to laugh. "Yeah right!" Bra said. "HIM? Lousy in bed? What, Papa, have you HAD IT with him before? Because I certainy didn't tell you he was bad at it." "He's NOT!" Bulma called from up the stairs. "He's WONDERFUL!" Vegeta grumbled. Then, he walked up the stairs to go and bother Bulma. "You hurt my feelings." He said, coming up and hugging her. She leaned into him. "Sorry." She said.
They stood there like that for a while, but then Bulma said she had to go and do laundry. "No." Vegeta said. "I'm horny." He started to kiss her. She kissed him back. "Well, I have things to do." Bulma said. "Like wash that guy's laundry." She sighed. "Him living here is just not working out in any shape, form, or fashion." Then she walked off. Vegeta agreed. "I wish I could go tell him he gotta go." He said. But he knew it break Bra's heart, so he didn't say anything.
But then an idea struck him. "Maybe if I told Rehmon he could use the GR sometimes, he woulden't spend as much time in the house!" Vegeta snapped his fingers and ran to tell him, but then stopped. "But if he uses my GR, and if I decide I need it, what if he won't let me use it?" He thought about this for a few seconds. "I know, I'll just turn off the gravity and SQUISH him!" He ran into the living room, where Rehmon was sitting up on the couch and rubbing bleach on some of his white shirts, to make Bra happy. A cigeratte was bobbing out the side of his mouth, so he was producing more smoke than Kasai. He wore an unhappy frown on his face. "Hello." Vegeta said meekly. Rehmon's dark eyes glanced upward. " 'ello." He croaked, and went back to work. "What do you want?" He asked a little later. "I'm not in the best mood right now." Vegeta growled. He was NEVER in a good mood anymore. "I wanted you to know you could use.....the.....use the GR sometimes.....that is, if you want to. Nobody's FORCING you to. But I'll tell you right up front that if I want in it, you've gotta let me in or I'll shut the gravity off, squashing and killing you." Rehmon leaned back on the couch, and grinned. "The father of your gradchild?" He asked. "You'd really do that? What would your grandson do without a father?" Vegeta made a noise in his throat and realized the deep rut Rehmon had him shoved in. "Well, Bra's old boyfriend Goten, I think, would be willing to act like a father to 'Landon' if we payed him enough." Rehmon's eyes widened, then narrowed. Vegeta was lying, because he would never do this or pay Goten to act as a father. Goten woulden't do it anyway. "I wasn't going to not let you in." Said Rehmon, the derisive grin never leaving his face. "I was just joking." Then he threw the shirts in a laundry basket and rose. "Peace out, man." He said. Then he clapped Vegeta on the back and headed out toward the GR.
"Look!" Bra said, pulling an X -ray picture out of a manilla envolope. "Look! I just got these back from the sonogram yesterday. They say I'm getting awfully big awfully fast, so he'll probley be a big baby." Bulma and Vegeta looked at the pictures of the baby in Bra's stomach. It was resembling a human more and more. Bra pointed to something near the baby's rear end. "Look at that." She said. She didn't seem happy about it. "A tail." Bulma said with slight surprise. "No big deal. Trunks had a tail but me and Vegeta had it removed." Vegeta frowned. "Rehmon wants Landon to keep the tail." Bra said. "But Rehmon's tail is so ugly and curly looking....I hope Landon's turns out fine. How did mine look?" Bulma shrugged. "You didn't get one. Your only half saiyan, remember? It was a 50 50 chance." Bra shrugged, glad she was born without a tail.
"Where is he?" Bra asked. "He's out in the GR." Vegeta said. "Oh." Said Bra, and ran towards there. Suddenly, she saw the white shirts Rehmon had bleached. "Oh, he did that for me!" She clasped her hands. "What a sweetie!" And she waddled outside in the courtyard. "I hope she rode on a dino or something to get to the GR." Bulma said. "That's way too far out to be going when your pregnant." Bulma remembered that when she was pregnant she rode on dinos to get out to the GR and gripe at Vegeta. But then again, her pregnancies had always been painful and terrible experiances. She hoped Bras would be different.
Trunks was in his room, typing again, as Vegeta and Bulma heard. He'd been accepted into a Journalism course, which wasn't very long. All you did was write reports to various magazines and see if they would pick you. Trunks figured he would get picked fast as a scary story writer. Vegeta had read one of his works, and it was so creepy and horrifying that it gave him nightmares. He'd told Trunks to stick to reporting on the most fashionable clothes or yummy restaurants.
'"Oh my goodness!" The girl said, putting her hands up to her face in distaste and utter bewilderment. The intire Convention for Native Americans Basketball Game looked up in surprise. The massive indian balloon was floating out the door, almost eerily. "Someone killed a white man and hung him from the ceiling!" All the indians, who were dumbstruck, looked up. nd there, hanging from a string, slowly turning, was a dead body of a white man. His eyes were glazed, his tongue lolled, and his face purplish and bloated. There were bruises around his neck. The entire convention broke out in a panic and began running in all--"'
"Trunks!" Bulma said. "I know you can write about better things than people being murdered!" He laughed. "No, mother, don't you get it? Okay, there at an Indian convention, you know? And their having a basketball game, like they sometimes do. Well, all the people in the room are Native American, and they have this big balloon they release at everyone of their conventions. I mean, this balloon is massive. It's sort of like tradition that they release it. Well, they release it, and this one indian girl looks up, sees the guy's corpse, and says, 'SOMEONE KILLED A WHITE GUY AND HUNG HM FROM THE CEILING!" Trunks thought it was brilliant. "That is disgusting!" Bulma said. "I thought you had problems when you named your horse Corpse, but now I'm really worried! Get rid of this trash and write better things!" She ripped the paper in half, crumpled both the peices up, and chunked them at Trunks' head. He screeched and ducked. "Man, you suck!" He said. "That was the greatest work ever! And you tore it up!" He bashed his computer to the floor. Luckily, it didn't break. "Write something interesting, that everyone wants to read." Bulma said. "We can't all be Stephen Kings!" Trunks just mumbled something under his breath.
Geeta went outside to see if he could go train in the GR. He kicked some dinosaur poop out of the way with a boot and whistled as he walked. Other than the rain, it was a pretty day. He could hear the GR whirring inside. He rapped on the door 3 times. "Rehmon?" He called. There was a pause in the whirring sound, and the door opened. "Yes?" Said a sweaty Rehmon. His bangs were plastered to his forehead, and sweat was dripping down his bare chest and into his pants. "I wanted to know if you would let me come and.....train with you." Vegeta glanced to the left and noticed Kasai was digging up Bulma's flowers. He shunned it off.
"Sure." Rehmon said gruffly. "But I'm training at 550, which may be a little low for you." Vegeta was suprised. "Isn't that a bit HIGH for YOU? That's what I train on." Rehmon shrugged. "I can take it fine." He mopped sweat off his brow. "This releives a lot of stress. Much better than punching pillows, at least." Rehmon yawned. "Stress?" Vegeta asked. "Over what? I'm the one who has a dirty slob living with me." Vegeta felt Rehmon's ki flare. "What?!" Rehmon asked, hotly. Vegeta shrugged. "Nothing." Rehmon looked back down at his feet. "I happen to be stressed because I have a child on the way, and I'm not married to the woman--no, little girl--who I f*cked to make it happen." He sighed deeply. Vegeta didn't know if he understood or not.
Trunks grabbed a duffel bag off a chair. "Where are you off to?" Bulma asked. "Please, not anywhere where you'll get any more 'horror' ideas." Trunks shook his head. "Oh, no. It's nothing like that. I'm going to this writer's convention sponsered by my writing school. There's supposed to be people there from all over the world." He slung the bag over his soulder and wiped off sweat. "I'll be seeing you, mom." He walked out with one of his hands in his back pocket. Bulma wondered why he didn't have a girlfriend. He was very handsome, slim and muscly. But she supposed it was because he had some what of a dorky attitude.
"Where's Vegeta?" Bulma asked Bra. Bra was laying on the couch with her swollen ankles propped. "He went out with Rehmon to train." She said. Bulma started to the door. "While your out there, tell Rehmon that they're making me come back for another sonogram tomarrow. I don't know why, though, it's a mystery." Then she sighed and looked at the TV. Bulma was puzzled about the 2nd sonogram.
As she walked out to the GR, the rain soaking her hair and clothes, she thought about it. "It could be that something showed up." She said to Kasai, who was trotting at her heels. "Or, it could be something as simple as that the baby shows signs of not being a boy after all and they wanna check. Or maybe it's just because she's over halfway done with her pregnancy." But something nagged at Bulma's mind. "What about that pain she's been complaining about that's supposed to have stopped? Maybe it's something serious." Bulma shook her head very hard and walked on.
"What do you want, Bulma?" Vegeta asked, opening the GR door. The first thing Bulma noticed was the smoke smell. "Who's smoking in there?" She called, sharply. Rehmon showed up, with a cigeratte between his lips. "Sorry, my bad. Habit of mine." He crunched the cigeratte under his boot. "Um, Bra wanted me to tell you, Rehmon, that she has to go back for aother sonogram tomarrow." Rehmon's eyes widened. "Why?" He asked. "What's wrong?" Bulma shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe you two out to call the doctor." Rehmon pushed past Vegeta and hitched a ride on a dino's tail to take him to the CC.
"Why are you out here in the first place?" Vegeta asked. "And why did you bring that THING with you?" He pointed at the red dragon. "He just came." Vegeta stared at it with a look like garbage was under his nose. "I just wanted you to come inside." Bulma said. "Trunks is gone, and it's lonely." Vegeta stepped out. He had coffee all down his front. "Your filthy!" Bulma said. "Go take a shower!" Vegeta grumbled and went into the house.
Well, it turned out that the doc wanted the 2nd sonogram because he had 'suspicion'. What that suspicion was, Bulma and Vegeta and Rehmon and Bra didn't know. But they were worried about it, just the same. "Maybe I just have an ULCER." Bra said. "Or hemmoroids. Or maybe I'm carrying the devil's baby." Rehmon and Vegeta looked at eachother. That wasn't EVEN funny.
Just then, Trunks walked in the door. "I want all you guys to meet someone!" He said. They all looked up, and Trunks set his duffel bag on the ground. "This is Tochalafifi." Vegeta made a face. "Who the--" Suddnly, Vegeta got very horny as a girl with long, straight black hair, huge boobs, and a wonderful shape walked in. She had a great tan, a hawaiin skirt on, and coconuts for a bra. "Call her Fifi for short." Rehmon, Trunks and Vegeta were all drooling over this new girl, who looked hawaiin. "Stop it!" Bulma said to Vegeta. "She looks like a Hawaiin hussy!" Tochalafifi looked offended, and cussed in Hawaiin. "Don't insult Fifi!" Trunks said. Bra was frowning deeply. "Ah!" Said the girl in thick english. "'Oo People haf big Teevee, no?" Vegeta cocked his head. "What?" "'Oo people haf big TV." She said a little more clearly, but not much. Vegeta nodded. "Oh, yes we know you have big titties..." Bulma slapped Vegeta. "What? That's what she said, not me!" Bulma slapped him again. "She said we have a big TV!" The hawaiin girl looked at the wallpaper. "'Oo walls haf ugly design of nasty Japanese Vlower, no?" Vegeta growled. "Listen, chick, don't insult my wallpaper." And then, under his breath, he said: "I desighned it'. "This Fifi is your new girl?" Rehmon asked. Trunks nodded.
"Dees girl is weeth child, no?" Fifi asked, looking at Bra. Vegeta nodded. "Yeah, that pimp over there--" Rehmon shot him a look of hatred. "Peemp?" Fifi asked. "Vat is a Peemp?" Rehmon lit up a cigeratte. "Don't mind anything this guy says. He's on so many drugs because he trains in such high gravity levels that his brains are fried." Fifi looked at Rehmon strangly.
"Trunks ees telling me he is vriting a story about horror." Fifi said. "He ees saying that there ees murder in zee story." Bulma glared at trunks. "I told you to stop writing such disgusting things, Trunks! I want you to be a journalist, not a stupid horror writer." Trunks shrugged. "Let me go show you my typewriter, Fifi." He said. Fifi followed him. "She's hot." Vegeta said. "How does Trunks find girls like that?" He was snapping pictures at her as she walked away.
"I have no idea." Rehmon said. Bulma tore Vegeta away from the scene.
"Bad news." Bra said the next day, after getting back from the sonogram. There were bags under her eyes, and her mascara was running down her face like she had been crying. Rehmon's face looked grim and gaunt, like it had when he had been evil. He kept sniffling, running hands through his hair, and lighting up cigerattes. "What is it?" Bulma asked. "Yeah." Vegeta said. "What is it?" Bra sniffed. "Where's Trunks? I want him to be in here when I tell you." Bulma's eyes widened. "You didn't miscarry, did you? Is the baby still alive?" Bra nodded. "Yes, the baby's still alive." Bulma looked releived. "Trunks is with Fifi somewhere right now. You can tell him later. Now spill." Bra took a deep breath.
"The doctor says that I have this disorder.....I can't remember what it's called, but it's a pregnancy disorder. Anyway, it can cause miscarriages, too much bleeding at the birth, still birth, premature birth, and all other kinds of things!" She started to cry. "That makes me a High risk pregnancy! That means I have to sit in the hospital 2 weeks before its due-date until it's born!"
The room took on a darker shade as everyone sat and thought about it. "It's only possibility that it will happen, right?" Vegeta asked. Bra nodded. "I knew there was something wrong. The doc said it was caused by high-blood pressure." Vegeta looked around thoughtfully. "When is your due date?" Bra looked at the ground. "It's this March 10th." The date on that day was November the 12th, with Christmas drawing near. Vegeta nodded. "Well, maybe you should stay in bed a whole lot more. No more walking that dragon, and whenever you go out to the GR, take a dino. And YOU, her pathetic, tar-lunged excuse for a boyfriend, you have to start helping out more." Rehmon scowled. "I DO have a job, you know!" Bulma could see they were about to fight. "Both of you shut up!" She said. Rehmon flipped vegeta off, and went up to the baby's room to finish nailing the baby crib together. Vegeta followed.
The nails he was using were long; long so that the bed woulden't fall apart. And they were sharp--as sharp as butcher knives. "Need some help?" Vegeta mocked. Rehmon grumbled at him through his stubbly mouth and a puff of gray cigeratte smoke came out. He bashed a nail into the baby bed. "No." He said. "Because if you come over here, I might just use this hammer on YOU." Something in Rehmon;s handsome face made Vegeta think that he meant it, so vegeta backed off.
"Rehmon!" Bra called from her laying spot on the couch. "Rehmon, I need you!" Her calls echoed throughout the entire house. Last time she'd seen Rehmon, he'd been getting a beer, so she knew he was here......and then he'd gone up to finish the baby bed. Her parents were out at the store picking out that week's grocerys, so it was only her and Rehmon. "REHMON!" She called, louder. Her swollen ankles throbbed with pain and so did her stomach. Every once in a while, a sharp pain would go through her body.
Bra sighed. "Maybe I'll have to go and get him." She said, not even thinking that she coulden't hear his hammer. She gripped the banister of the stairs and started wobbling up them. But before she got up two of them, she got dizzy and quickly went down to the bottom again, afraid she would fall and hurt her child. She wasn't sure how she was going to get up there, when she saw kasai walk by. he was eating a peice of raw meat. "Hey!" Bra called. "Kasai! Come here!" He obediantly walked over. His leathery wings were folded. He was sure getting big. bra grabbed a hold of his back and hoisted herself up. He was about the size of a wolf, and she was a 16 year old girl. She was pretty heavy to Kasai, who shifted under her weight. "Take me up the stairs!" She said. "Please?" At first, there wasn't any movement, and she was afraid that Kasai woulden't go. But then, slowly, he began climbing them. Then, faster and faster. But he was having to pull himself up so hard his claws were ripping the carpet on the stairs. "If only u could fly." She said. But Kasai got her up the stairs and collapsed, all four feet giving. bra grabbed the wall and hoisted herself up. "Thanks!" She said to Kasai. he climbed up on the stair railing and jumped down to the lower floor, holding his wings out to control his fall. When his feet hit the ground, he scuttled off.
Bra shuffled into the room. What she saw was unnerving! Rehmon was sprawled on the floor, 5 beer bottles around him, snoring. He was still gripping the hammer. "Oh, Rehmon!" Bra sighed. She began walking faster, trying to get to him and see if he was suffering from alchohal poisening, when she felt something. At first, it was just a twinge of a sharp pain, like a thorn. But when she took another step, pain exploded through her foot. She looked down and noticed a bloody footprint on the light blue carpet. It was hurting so bad there were spots in front of her eyes. What happened? Was all she could think as she sat down on the ground.
What she saw was terrible. There, in her foot, was a long, sharp BUILDER'S NAIL! It was driven up into her foot all the way to the flat part. The blood rushing past it was dizzying, and the pain as well. "Rehmon!" Bra said. She needed help fast, or else she would bleed to death. But, in his drunken sleep, he snored. Bra screamed with rage and kicked him in the head with her good foot. If I lose too much blood, this baby will die! kept screaming in her head. She looked at the nail again. It was getting pruplish and swelling around it. She realized something. "That nail has GOT to come out." She said to herself. "Rehmon got those out of the storehouse! It's rusty, and if I don't get it out, I could get a deadly infection, and the baby would die for sure!"
But she thought about it. Pulling the nail out would coause much more blood loss--but no biggy. She had diaper wipes right in front of her that she could stuff in the hole and stop the bleeding. She reached down and grasped the nail head with her fingernail. Just the pain of touching it caused tears to spring to her eyes, and she yanked. It hurt, and she howled, but it didn't budge. No dice. She yanked again, but it wouldn't budge.
"I can't get it out!" She said. "It won't come out!" But it was so rusty....and infection-ridden.......
Something bright and silver glistened in Rehmon's pocket. A pocketknife. An idea came. "No." She said. "No, I will not cut that nail out. No way, Jose." But she thought about the alternitive. The horrible alternitive where she got an infection, lost her foot, and possibly lost her baby--and grabbed the kinfe. She opened it, closed her eyes, and began to hack at her foot.
Vegeta kicked open the door of his house, with 5 bags of grocerys in his hands. He coulden't see over them, so he was stumbling everywhere. "Honey, watch where your going." Bulma said. She placed her hands on his waist and directed him to the kitchen, where he put the bags on the table.
"Hm. That's funny. Where IS everyone?" Bulma shrugged. "I don't know! And Bra's not supposed to be walking! Little girls who decide they want to be hoes don't get to walk wherever they want--" Vegeta held up a hand to silence Bulma. "Shh. I think I hear something." Bulma listened. "Sounds like snoring. Rehmon's snoring. They probley had a lay, and now they're asleep. Let's not bother em', okay? Maybe we can have our own lay?" vegeta shook his head. "No! Remember Benny's ghost!" Bulma grumbled. He started climbing the stairs. "Where are you going, stupid?" Bulma asked. he continued walking up the stairs.
When he got in the room, he almost fainted. All he could see from his minds eye was blood, blood and more blood--he wavered on his feet."Bra!" He said, running over. She was passed out cold on the floor. She was holding a bloody knife. "Bulma!" He said. "Bulma! Bulma get in here I think something bad happened!" Bulma ran in and saw everything. "Oh my goodness, what happened in here?!" Vegeta picked up Bra and saw her foot. There was a large, horribly deep hole in the bottom of it. It was purple and swollen all around it. Then he looked down and saw the bloody nail. Releif swept over him that it wasn't anything more serious. he noticed she had slashed several long, deep cuts around the nail hole. She had CUT the nail out. "Eewww." He said. "Jesus, Please us." He carried her to the couch and set her down.
"Now I can't walk!" Bra whined. Vegeta nodded. "That's good. Then you won't be doing stupid things anymore. And the doctor said your not supposed to be walking, Bra! Do you want this baby to come out dead? Do u want to miscarry?" Bra shook her head. "No, daddy, but I at least need some mobility! Can't I ride on Kasai?" Vegeta guestured to the stairs. "Did you see what his claws did to the carpet on the stairs? Hell, no, you can't!" Bra sighed and sank to the couch. "Hey, I'm real sorry!" Rehmon said. "I'm sorry I woulden't wake up, but when I've been drinking, it's that much harder for me to." He let out a small, cute sigh. "You shoulden't have BEEN drinkng is one of the points I've been trying to make!" Bra said. "You already smoke like a sailor! Drinking won't do you any good!" She rolled over on the couch, angry.
Just then, Trunks and Fifi walked in. Fifi was wearing, once again, one of her slutty exotic outfits. "Ees Everyzing okay?" She asked. "We heard yelling from ze front door." Vegeta nodded. "Yes. Everything IS okay. Fit as a fiddle!" Then he decided he wanted to go out walking, maybe visit Benny's grave or something. He was fuming so bad steam was nearly coming out of his ears. How could Rehmon be so irresponsible, not even caring about his pregnant girlfriend and just....going to sleep when he felt like it! Vegeta was so mad, that he took off flying right in their front yard. He just wanted to fly anywhere, as fast as he could, and maybe fly for hours. He noticed that when he took off, it left a circle of charred grass. He smiled and did a flip, but didn't notice Mr. Palmer, the neighbor, in the front yard.
"Vegeta!" Bulma shouted, when he walked in the door. She looked furious; her face was white and pale, and her fists were clenched. "Wanna know what's on the news?" Bulma asked. Vegeta hung up his jacket and shook his head. "No, not really." Bulma shoved him into the coat rack. "hey, watch it!" Vegeta snarled. Bulma grabbed the TV remote, and, gripping so tight Vegeta thought she would break it, clicked on the T.V. There was a picture of Vegeta spiraling up in the air with a blue line behind him. "What the--?" Vegeta asked as he listened to it.
"Experts are baffled!" Said the news lady. "Could this man really be flying? Mr. Palmer, their palm-tree loving neighbor, taped this earlier that evening while trying to tape his beloved trees. Here's a few words from Mr. Palmer." The screen flashed to Mr. Palmer, an old, black man next door. He was small and rathern shriveled, with a love of trees. "Yes, I was standing there making videos of my 2 favorite trees, when I saw a butterfly. I pointed the camera at the sky to get the butterfly, and caught the young man next door blasting off. I was so suprised, I nearly dropped my camera! But I kept it rolling!" The screen flashed off Mr. Palmer.
"WHAT?" Vegeta asked. "How could he--why would he--I didn't even SEE the mother f*cker!" "Language!" Bulma snapped. "And you would have seen him, had you been looking!" Rehmon, Bra, Trunks and Fifi were watching in awe. "Zees man does fly?" Fifi asked. Vegeta zipped over and shook his head. "NO. I don't fly. It was just a trick of the light." Fifi nodded, being the stupid beauty she was. "Dad!" Trunks said. "Your so idiotic!" Then he grabbed Fifi and they stormed up to their room. "How are you gonna get out of this one?" Rehmon asked. "Theirs copies of it probably everywhere." Bulma was shaking her head. "I know a way, but it might take a while. All of you guys stay here." And she got her coat, a couple million bucks, and went out.
Bulma came back 2 days later, sweaty. The reports on the flying man had myteriously stopped the 1st night she had been gone. "What did you do?" Vegeta asked. Bulma fell back on the couch, exhausted. "I bribed them." She said. "10 million dollars to each news company who refuses to post anything about the story. And then I paid Mr. Palmer to let me copyright the origianel video so all the copies can be destroyed, and no magazines have the power to print it anymore. It's covered up." There was a sigh from everyone in the room. "That's good." Said Vegeta. "NO!" Bulma said. "It's NOT good. Vegeta, I FORBID you to fly anywhere around people! If you get the urge to fly, then take the Ferrari out to some countryside! But if you EVER fly anywhere around people again, I'm packing up and leaving because we can't afford to do anything again." Vegeta wrung his trembling hands. "Alright." He said. "I won't; I promise." Bulma huffed and walked up to their room.
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***Hey y'all! Um, wanted to say that in case you didn't see it last time, Maria s. didn't give me the right email and need to try again***
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About a month after that fateful day when Vegeta thought the ghost of Benny was after him, and found out Rehmon was moving in, things weren't going well. Rehmon was a ruthless, sloppy slob who hogged the couch and television set. And he and Bra's pet, the dragon, was eating more and more, and now he was almost the size of a wolf. He took up a lot of space and when he got mad, he would set things on fire. They had to walk him every day, sometimes for hours. The whole time, he flapped his wings, trying to fly, and beat sand and dirt in their eyes. But Bra was always convinced he was an angel. And Bra was another problem. At 5 months pregnant, she was beginning to get the waddle. Her stomach was beginning to hang over her belt and she could feel her baby kicking sometimes. Her pants were getting tighter and she was eating strage and mysterious things.
"Hey!" She said, running down the stairs. "Where's the sheets? I told you to put them in the washer, Rehmon, but their not there!" Rehmon looked up from the TV lazily. "I left them on the bed. I thought they could survive another night!" Bra made a disgusted noise. "Rehmon, you....MESSED on those sheets! We can't sleep on them any more!" Rehmon rolled his eyes. "Then YOU get them off." Bra began to sob, being moody and all. "I'm PREGNANT! I'm suposed to be sitting or laying down with my feet up as much as I can, and you don't help one bit! You just excersise on that machine and watch that TV!" Bulma ran in."It's okay, no need to fight! I'll do it!" She said. Vegeta groaned. "It's not you mother's job!" He said crossly to Bra. "It's your boyfriends. If he won't work, you've gotta make him." Vegeta chomped on a chip and slurped some coke. " I don't see YOU getting up and helping your mate!" Rehmon snapped. Vegeta stood up. "I help her!" "How?" Rehmon snorted. "This I GOT to hear!" "I um....I help her because...because I know how to please her. Bra tells me--your LOUSY in bed." Bra and Rehmon were silent for a while, then both started to laugh. "Yeah right!" Bra said. "HIM? Lousy in bed? What, Papa, have you HAD IT with him before? Because I certainy didn't tell you he was bad at it." "He's NOT!" Bulma called from up the stairs. "He's WONDERFUL!" Vegeta grumbled. Then, he walked up the stairs to go and bother Bulma. "You hurt my feelings." He said, coming up and hugging her. She leaned into him. "Sorry." She said.
They stood there like that for a while, but then Bulma said she had to go and do laundry. "No." Vegeta said. "I'm horny." He started to kiss her. She kissed him back. "Well, I have things to do." Bulma said. "Like wash that guy's laundry." She sighed. "Him living here is just not working out in any shape, form, or fashion." Then she walked off. Vegeta agreed. "I wish I could go tell him he gotta go." He said. But he knew it break Bra's heart, so he didn't say anything.
But then an idea struck him. "Maybe if I told Rehmon he could use the GR sometimes, he woulden't spend as much time in the house!" Vegeta snapped his fingers and ran to tell him, but then stopped. "But if he uses my GR, and if I decide I need it, what if he won't let me use it?" He thought about this for a few seconds. "I know, I'll just turn off the gravity and SQUISH him!" He ran into the living room, where Rehmon was sitting up on the couch and rubbing bleach on some of his white shirts, to make Bra happy. A cigeratte was bobbing out the side of his mouth, so he was producing more smoke than Kasai. He wore an unhappy frown on his face. "Hello." Vegeta said meekly. Rehmon's dark eyes glanced upward. " 'ello." He croaked, and went back to work. "What do you want?" He asked a little later. "I'm not in the best mood right now." Vegeta growled. He was NEVER in a good mood anymore. "I wanted you to know you could use.....the.....use the GR sometimes.....that is, if you want to. Nobody's FORCING you to. But I'll tell you right up front that if I want in it, you've gotta let me in or I'll shut the gravity off, squashing and killing you." Rehmon leaned back on the couch, and grinned. "The father of your gradchild?" He asked. "You'd really do that? What would your grandson do without a father?" Vegeta made a noise in his throat and realized the deep rut Rehmon had him shoved in. "Well, Bra's old boyfriend Goten, I think, would be willing to act like a father to 'Landon' if we payed him enough." Rehmon's eyes widened, then narrowed. Vegeta was lying, because he would never do this or pay Goten to act as a father. Goten woulden't do it anyway. "I wasn't going to not let you in." Said Rehmon, the derisive grin never leaving his face. "I was just joking." Then he threw the shirts in a laundry basket and rose. "Peace out, man." He said. Then he clapped Vegeta on the back and headed out toward the GR.
"Look!" Bra said, pulling an X -ray picture out of a manilla envolope. "Look! I just got these back from the sonogram yesterday. They say I'm getting awfully big awfully fast, so he'll probley be a big baby." Bulma and Vegeta looked at the pictures of the baby in Bra's stomach. It was resembling a human more and more. Bra pointed to something near the baby's rear end. "Look at that." She said. She didn't seem happy about it. "A tail." Bulma said with slight surprise. "No big deal. Trunks had a tail but me and Vegeta had it removed." Vegeta frowned. "Rehmon wants Landon to keep the tail." Bra said. "But Rehmon's tail is so ugly and curly looking....I hope Landon's turns out fine. How did mine look?" Bulma shrugged. "You didn't get one. Your only half saiyan, remember? It was a 50 50 chance." Bra shrugged, glad she was born without a tail.
"Where is he?" Bra asked. "He's out in the GR." Vegeta said. "Oh." Said Bra, and ran towards there. Suddenly, she saw the white shirts Rehmon had bleached. "Oh, he did that for me!" She clasped her hands. "What a sweetie!" And she waddled outside in the courtyard. "I hope she rode on a dino or something to get to the GR." Bulma said. "That's way too far out to be going when your pregnant." Bulma remembered that when she was pregnant she rode on dinos to get out to the GR and gripe at Vegeta. But then again, her pregnancies had always been painful and terrible experiances. She hoped Bras would be different.
Trunks was in his room, typing again, as Vegeta and Bulma heard. He'd been accepted into a Journalism course, which wasn't very long. All you did was write reports to various magazines and see if they would pick you. Trunks figured he would get picked fast as a scary story writer. Vegeta had read one of his works, and it was so creepy and horrifying that it gave him nightmares. He'd told Trunks to stick to reporting on the most fashionable clothes or yummy restaurants.
'"Oh my goodness!" The girl said, putting her hands up to her face in distaste and utter bewilderment. The intire Convention for Native Americans Basketball Game looked up in surprise. The massive indian balloon was floating out the door, almost eerily. "Someone killed a white man and hung him from the ceiling!" All the indians, who were dumbstruck, looked up. nd there, hanging from a string, slowly turning, was a dead body of a white man. His eyes were glazed, his tongue lolled, and his face purplish and bloated. There were bruises around his neck. The entire convention broke out in a panic and began running in all--"'
"Trunks!" Bulma said. "I know you can write about better things than people being murdered!" He laughed. "No, mother, don't you get it? Okay, there at an Indian convention, you know? And their having a basketball game, like they sometimes do. Well, all the people in the room are Native American, and they have this big balloon they release at everyone of their conventions. I mean, this balloon is massive. It's sort of like tradition that they release it. Well, they release it, and this one indian girl looks up, sees the guy's corpse, and says, 'SOMEONE KILLED A WHITE GUY AND HUNG HM FROM THE CEILING!" Trunks thought it was brilliant. "That is disgusting!" Bulma said. "I thought you had problems when you named your horse Corpse, but now I'm really worried! Get rid of this trash and write better things!" She ripped the paper in half, crumpled both the peices up, and chunked them at Trunks' head. He screeched and ducked. "Man, you suck!" He said. "That was the greatest work ever! And you tore it up!" He bashed his computer to the floor. Luckily, it didn't break. "Write something interesting, that everyone wants to read." Bulma said. "We can't all be Stephen Kings!" Trunks just mumbled something under his breath.
Geeta went outside to see if he could go train in the GR. He kicked some dinosaur poop out of the way with a boot and whistled as he walked. Other than the rain, it was a pretty day. He could hear the GR whirring inside. He rapped on the door 3 times. "Rehmon?" He called. There was a pause in the whirring sound, and the door opened. "Yes?" Said a sweaty Rehmon. His bangs were plastered to his forehead, and sweat was dripping down his bare chest and into his pants. "I wanted to know if you would let me come and.....train with you." Vegeta glanced to the left and noticed Kasai was digging up Bulma's flowers. He shunned it off.
"Sure." Rehmon said gruffly. "But I'm training at 550, which may be a little low for you." Vegeta was suprised. "Isn't that a bit HIGH for YOU? That's what I train on." Rehmon shrugged. "I can take it fine." He mopped sweat off his brow. "This releives a lot of stress. Much better than punching pillows, at least." Rehmon yawned. "Stress?" Vegeta asked. "Over what? I'm the one who has a dirty slob living with me." Vegeta felt Rehmon's ki flare. "What?!" Rehmon asked, hotly. Vegeta shrugged. "Nothing." Rehmon looked back down at his feet. "I happen to be stressed because I have a child on the way, and I'm not married to the woman--no, little girl--who I f*cked to make it happen." He sighed deeply. Vegeta didn't know if he understood or not.
Trunks grabbed a duffel bag off a chair. "Where are you off to?" Bulma asked. "Please, not anywhere where you'll get any more 'horror' ideas." Trunks shook his head. "Oh, no. It's nothing like that. I'm going to this writer's convention sponsered by my writing school. There's supposed to be people there from all over the world." He slung the bag over his soulder and wiped off sweat. "I'll be seeing you, mom." He walked out with one of his hands in his back pocket. Bulma wondered why he didn't have a girlfriend. He was very handsome, slim and muscly. But she supposed it was because he had some what of a dorky attitude.
"Where's Vegeta?" Bulma asked Bra. Bra was laying on the couch with her swollen ankles propped. "He went out with Rehmon to train." She said. Bulma started to the door. "While your out there, tell Rehmon that they're making me come back for another sonogram tomarrow. I don't know why, though, it's a mystery." Then she sighed and looked at the TV. Bulma was puzzled about the 2nd sonogram.
As she walked out to the GR, the rain soaking her hair and clothes, she thought about it. "It could be that something showed up." She said to Kasai, who was trotting at her heels. "Or, it could be something as simple as that the baby shows signs of not being a boy after all and they wanna check. Or maybe it's just because she's over halfway done with her pregnancy." But something nagged at Bulma's mind. "What about that pain she's been complaining about that's supposed to have stopped? Maybe it's something serious." Bulma shook her head very hard and walked on.
"What do you want, Bulma?" Vegeta asked, opening the GR door. The first thing Bulma noticed was the smoke smell. "Who's smoking in there?" She called, sharply. Rehmon showed up, with a cigeratte between his lips. "Sorry, my bad. Habit of mine." He crunched the cigeratte under his boot. "Um, Bra wanted me to tell you, Rehmon, that she has to go back for aother sonogram tomarrow." Rehmon's eyes widened. "Why?" He asked. "What's wrong?" Bulma shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe you two out to call the doctor." Rehmon pushed past Vegeta and hitched a ride on a dino's tail to take him to the CC.
"Why are you out here in the first place?" Vegeta asked. "And why did you bring that THING with you?" He pointed at the red dragon. "He just came." Vegeta stared at it with a look like garbage was under his nose. "I just wanted you to come inside." Bulma said. "Trunks is gone, and it's lonely." Vegeta stepped out. He had coffee all down his front. "Your filthy!" Bulma said. "Go take a shower!" Vegeta grumbled and went into the house.
Well, it turned out that the doc wanted the 2nd sonogram because he had 'suspicion'. What that suspicion was, Bulma and Vegeta and Rehmon and Bra didn't know. But they were worried about it, just the same. "Maybe I just have an ULCER." Bra said. "Or hemmoroids. Or maybe I'm carrying the devil's baby." Rehmon and Vegeta looked at eachother. That wasn't EVEN funny.
Just then, Trunks walked in the door. "I want all you guys to meet someone!" He said. They all looked up, and Trunks set his duffel bag on the ground. "This is Tochalafifi." Vegeta made a face. "Who the--" Suddnly, Vegeta got very horny as a girl with long, straight black hair, huge boobs, and a wonderful shape walked in. She had a great tan, a hawaiin skirt on, and coconuts for a bra. "Call her Fifi for short." Rehmon, Trunks and Vegeta were all drooling over this new girl, who looked hawaiin. "Stop it!" Bulma said to Vegeta. "She looks like a Hawaiin hussy!" Tochalafifi looked offended, and cussed in Hawaiin. "Don't insult Fifi!" Trunks said. Bra was frowning deeply. "Ah!" Said the girl in thick english. "'Oo People haf big Teevee, no?" Vegeta cocked his head. "What?" "'Oo people haf big TV." She said a little more clearly, but not much. Vegeta nodded. "Oh, yes we know you have big titties..." Bulma slapped Vegeta. "What? That's what she said, not me!" Bulma slapped him again. "She said we have a big TV!" The hawaiin girl looked at the wallpaper. "'Oo walls haf ugly design of nasty Japanese Vlower, no?" Vegeta growled. "Listen, chick, don't insult my wallpaper." And then, under his breath, he said: "I desighned it'. "This Fifi is your new girl?" Rehmon asked. Trunks nodded.
"Dees girl is weeth child, no?" Fifi asked, looking at Bra. Vegeta nodded. "Yeah, that pimp over there--" Rehmon shot him a look of hatred. "Peemp?" Fifi asked. "Vat is a Peemp?" Rehmon lit up a cigeratte. "Don't mind anything this guy says. He's on so many drugs because he trains in such high gravity levels that his brains are fried." Fifi looked at Rehmon strangly.
"Trunks ees telling me he is vriting a story about horror." Fifi said. "He ees saying that there ees murder in zee story." Bulma glared at trunks. "I told you to stop writing such disgusting things, Trunks! I want you to be a journalist, not a stupid horror writer." Trunks shrugged. "Let me go show you my typewriter, Fifi." He said. Fifi followed him. "She's hot." Vegeta said. "How does Trunks find girls like that?" He was snapping pictures at her as she walked away.
"I have no idea." Rehmon said. Bulma tore Vegeta away from the scene.
"Bad news." Bra said the next day, after getting back from the sonogram. There were bags under her eyes, and her mascara was running down her face like she had been crying. Rehmon's face looked grim and gaunt, like it had when he had been evil. He kept sniffling, running hands through his hair, and lighting up cigerattes. "What is it?" Bulma asked. "Yeah." Vegeta said. "What is it?" Bra sniffed. "Where's Trunks? I want him to be in here when I tell you." Bulma's eyes widened. "You didn't miscarry, did you? Is the baby still alive?" Bra nodded. "Yes, the baby's still alive." Bulma looked releived. "Trunks is with Fifi somewhere right now. You can tell him later. Now spill." Bra took a deep breath.
"The doctor says that I have this disorder.....I can't remember what it's called, but it's a pregnancy disorder. Anyway, it can cause miscarriages, too much bleeding at the birth, still birth, premature birth, and all other kinds of things!" She started to cry. "That makes me a High risk pregnancy! That means I have to sit in the hospital 2 weeks before its due-date until it's born!"
The room took on a darker shade as everyone sat and thought about it. "It's only possibility that it will happen, right?" Vegeta asked. Bra nodded. "I knew there was something wrong. The doc said it was caused by high-blood pressure." Vegeta looked around thoughtfully. "When is your due date?" Bra looked at the ground. "It's this March 10th." The date on that day was November the 12th, with Christmas drawing near. Vegeta nodded. "Well, maybe you should stay in bed a whole lot more. No more walking that dragon, and whenever you go out to the GR, take a dino. And YOU, her pathetic, tar-lunged excuse for a boyfriend, you have to start helping out more." Rehmon scowled. "I DO have a job, you know!" Bulma could see they were about to fight. "Both of you shut up!" She said. Rehmon flipped vegeta off, and went up to the baby's room to finish nailing the baby crib together. Vegeta followed.
The nails he was using were long; long so that the bed woulden't fall apart. And they were sharp--as sharp as butcher knives. "Need some help?" Vegeta mocked. Rehmon grumbled at him through his stubbly mouth and a puff of gray cigeratte smoke came out. He bashed a nail into the baby bed. "No." He said. "Because if you come over here, I might just use this hammer on YOU." Something in Rehmon;s handsome face made Vegeta think that he meant it, so vegeta backed off.
"Rehmon!" Bra called from her laying spot on the couch. "Rehmon, I need you!" Her calls echoed throughout the entire house. Last time she'd seen Rehmon, he'd been getting a beer, so she knew he was here......and then he'd gone up to finish the baby bed. Her parents were out at the store picking out that week's grocerys, so it was only her and Rehmon. "REHMON!" She called, louder. Her swollen ankles throbbed with pain and so did her stomach. Every once in a while, a sharp pain would go through her body.
Bra sighed. "Maybe I'll have to go and get him." She said, not even thinking that she coulden't hear his hammer. She gripped the banister of the stairs and started wobbling up them. But before she got up two of them, she got dizzy and quickly went down to the bottom again, afraid she would fall and hurt her child. She wasn't sure how she was going to get up there, when she saw kasai walk by. he was eating a peice of raw meat. "Hey!" Bra called. "Kasai! Come here!" He obediantly walked over. His leathery wings were folded. He was sure getting big. bra grabbed a hold of his back and hoisted herself up. He was about the size of a wolf, and she was a 16 year old girl. She was pretty heavy to Kasai, who shifted under her weight. "Take me up the stairs!" She said. "Please?" At first, there wasn't any movement, and she was afraid that Kasai woulden't go. But then, slowly, he began climbing them. Then, faster and faster. But he was having to pull himself up so hard his claws were ripping the carpet on the stairs. "If only u could fly." She said. But Kasai got her up the stairs and collapsed, all four feet giving. bra grabbed the wall and hoisted herself up. "Thanks!" She said to Kasai. he climbed up on the stair railing and jumped down to the lower floor, holding his wings out to control his fall. When his feet hit the ground, he scuttled off.
Bra shuffled into the room. What she saw was unnerving! Rehmon was sprawled on the floor, 5 beer bottles around him, snoring. He was still gripping the hammer. "Oh, Rehmon!" Bra sighed. She began walking faster, trying to get to him and see if he was suffering from alchohal poisening, when she felt something. At first, it was just a twinge of a sharp pain, like a thorn. But when she took another step, pain exploded through her foot. She looked down and noticed a bloody footprint on the light blue carpet. It was hurting so bad there were spots in front of her eyes. What happened? Was all she could think as she sat down on the ground.
What she saw was terrible. There, in her foot, was a long, sharp BUILDER'S NAIL! It was driven up into her foot all the way to the flat part. The blood rushing past it was dizzying, and the pain as well. "Rehmon!" Bra said. She needed help fast, or else she would bleed to death. But, in his drunken sleep, he snored. Bra screamed with rage and kicked him in the head with her good foot. If I lose too much blood, this baby will die! kept screaming in her head. She looked at the nail again. It was getting pruplish and swelling around it. She realized something. "That nail has GOT to come out." She said to herself. "Rehmon got those out of the storehouse! It's rusty, and if I don't get it out, I could get a deadly infection, and the baby would die for sure!"
But she thought about it. Pulling the nail out would coause much more blood loss--but no biggy. She had diaper wipes right in front of her that she could stuff in the hole and stop the bleeding. She reached down and grasped the nail head with her fingernail. Just the pain of touching it caused tears to spring to her eyes, and she yanked. It hurt, and she howled, but it didn't budge. No dice. She yanked again, but it wouldn't budge.
"I can't get it out!" She said. "It won't come out!" But it was so rusty....and infection-ridden.......
Something bright and silver glistened in Rehmon's pocket. A pocketknife. An idea came. "No." She said. "No, I will not cut that nail out. No way, Jose." But she thought about the alternitive. The horrible alternitive where she got an infection, lost her foot, and possibly lost her baby--and grabbed the kinfe. She opened it, closed her eyes, and began to hack at her foot.
Vegeta kicked open the door of his house, with 5 bags of grocerys in his hands. He coulden't see over them, so he was stumbling everywhere. "Honey, watch where your going." Bulma said. She placed her hands on his waist and directed him to the kitchen, where he put the bags on the table.
"Hm. That's funny. Where IS everyone?" Bulma shrugged. "I don't know! And Bra's not supposed to be walking! Little girls who decide they want to be hoes don't get to walk wherever they want--" Vegeta held up a hand to silence Bulma. "Shh. I think I hear something." Bulma listened. "Sounds like snoring. Rehmon's snoring. They probley had a lay, and now they're asleep. Let's not bother em', okay? Maybe we can have our own lay?" vegeta shook his head. "No! Remember Benny's ghost!" Bulma grumbled. He started climbing the stairs. "Where are you going, stupid?" Bulma asked. he continued walking up the stairs.
When he got in the room, he almost fainted. All he could see from his minds eye was blood, blood and more blood--he wavered on his feet."Bra!" He said, running over. She was passed out cold on the floor. She was holding a bloody knife. "Bulma!" He said. "Bulma! Bulma get in here I think something bad happened!" Bulma ran in and saw everything. "Oh my goodness, what happened in here?!" Vegeta picked up Bra and saw her foot. There was a large, horribly deep hole in the bottom of it. It was purple and swollen all around it. Then he looked down and saw the bloody nail. Releif swept over him that it wasn't anything more serious. he noticed she had slashed several long, deep cuts around the nail hole. She had CUT the nail out. "Eewww." He said. "Jesus, Please us." He carried her to the couch and set her down.
"Now I can't walk!" Bra whined. Vegeta nodded. "That's good. Then you won't be doing stupid things anymore. And the doctor said your not supposed to be walking, Bra! Do you want this baby to come out dead? Do u want to miscarry?" Bra shook her head. "No, daddy, but I at least need some mobility! Can't I ride on Kasai?" Vegeta guestured to the stairs. "Did you see what his claws did to the carpet on the stairs? Hell, no, you can't!" Bra sighed and sank to the couch. "Hey, I'm real sorry!" Rehmon said. "I'm sorry I woulden't wake up, but when I've been drinking, it's that much harder for me to." He let out a small, cute sigh. "You shoulden't have BEEN drinkng is one of the points I've been trying to make!" Bra said. "You already smoke like a sailor! Drinking won't do you any good!" She rolled over on the couch, angry.
Just then, Trunks and Fifi walked in. Fifi was wearing, once again, one of her slutty exotic outfits. "Ees Everyzing okay?" She asked. "We heard yelling from ze front door." Vegeta nodded. "Yes. Everything IS okay. Fit as a fiddle!" Then he decided he wanted to go out walking, maybe visit Benny's grave or something. He was fuming so bad steam was nearly coming out of his ears. How could Rehmon be so irresponsible, not even caring about his pregnant girlfriend and just....going to sleep when he felt like it! Vegeta was so mad, that he took off flying right in their front yard. He just wanted to fly anywhere, as fast as he could, and maybe fly for hours. He noticed that when he took off, it left a circle of charred grass. He smiled and did a flip, but didn't notice Mr. Palmer, the neighbor, in the front yard.
"Vegeta!" Bulma shouted, when he walked in the door. She looked furious; her face was white and pale, and her fists were clenched. "Wanna know what's on the news?" Bulma asked. Vegeta hung up his jacket and shook his head. "No, not really." Bulma shoved him into the coat rack. "hey, watch it!" Vegeta snarled. Bulma grabbed the TV remote, and, gripping so tight Vegeta thought she would break it, clicked on the T.V. There was a picture of Vegeta spiraling up in the air with a blue line behind him. "What the--?" Vegeta asked as he listened to it.
"Experts are baffled!" Said the news lady. "Could this man really be flying? Mr. Palmer, their palm-tree loving neighbor, taped this earlier that evening while trying to tape his beloved trees. Here's a few words from Mr. Palmer." The screen flashed to Mr. Palmer, an old, black man next door. He was small and rathern shriveled, with a love of trees. "Yes, I was standing there making videos of my 2 favorite trees, when I saw a butterfly. I pointed the camera at the sky to get the butterfly, and caught the young man next door blasting off. I was so suprised, I nearly dropped my camera! But I kept it rolling!" The screen flashed off Mr. Palmer.
"WHAT?" Vegeta asked. "How could he--why would he--I didn't even SEE the mother f*cker!" "Language!" Bulma snapped. "And you would have seen him, had you been looking!" Rehmon, Bra, Trunks and Fifi were watching in awe. "Zees man does fly?" Fifi asked. Vegeta zipped over and shook his head. "NO. I don't fly. It was just a trick of the light." Fifi nodded, being the stupid beauty she was. "Dad!" Trunks said. "Your so idiotic!" Then he grabbed Fifi and they stormed up to their room. "How are you gonna get out of this one?" Rehmon asked. "Theirs copies of it probably everywhere." Bulma was shaking her head. "I know a way, but it might take a while. All of you guys stay here." And she got her coat, a couple million bucks, and went out.
Bulma came back 2 days later, sweaty. The reports on the flying man had myteriously stopped the 1st night she had been gone. "What did you do?" Vegeta asked. Bulma fell back on the couch, exhausted. "I bribed them." She said. "10 million dollars to each news company who refuses to post anything about the story. And then I paid Mr. Palmer to let me copyright the origianel video so all the copies can be destroyed, and no magazines have the power to print it anymore. It's covered up." There was a sigh from everyone in the room. "That's good." Said Vegeta. "NO!" Bulma said. "It's NOT good. Vegeta, I FORBID you to fly anywhere around people! If you get the urge to fly, then take the Ferrari out to some countryside! But if you EVER fly anywhere around people again, I'm packing up and leaving because we can't afford to do anything again." Vegeta wrung his trembling hands. "Alright." He said. "I won't; I promise." Bulma huffed and walked up to their room.
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