Chapter 10
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***READ THIS! YOU GUYS DIDN'T KNOW THAT THIS IS A PART 2 STORY, DID YOU? THERE'S A PART ONE TO IT, BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ IT TO UNDERSTAND THIS ONE. THE PART ONE STORY IS ABOUT WHEN REHMON WAS EVIL. IT'S A ROMANCE STORY RATED PG-13 AND IT'S CALLED The Saiyan with the Afro. READ IT IF YOU WANNA! ***
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****1 month later than the end of the last chappie!****
Vegeta was lying on the couch. Bra was laying in the recliner. Her belly was getting so HUGE it was bad. She was only 6 months pregnant and already she was HUGE. Something else that was HUGE was the dragon. It was the size of a kitchen table and could barely fit through the doors. It was also scary looking. "Hello." Trunks said, coming in and flouncing on the couch. "Man, Fifi's mad at me. I don't know why, though." He sighed through his teeth and looked around. Everyone looked exhausted, except for Rehmon, who was lifting weighs on the exercise machine. Bulma was watching him, perhaps to see how his muscles flexed when he lifted one. Vegeta's brow was furrowed as he tried not to notice. Bra was doing crossword puzzles in her chair, because she couldn't get up much.
"This is bull!" Vegeta said. He threw Trunks' manuscript back at him. Trunks had been letting Vegeta read a story of his. "What's so bully about it?" He asked. "It's a western novel!" The page that Trunks was holding said: 'It's dark here, out in the desert. My mule can barely walk; his eyes roll about in his head like a madman from the heat. I'm running out of provisions, and time to write, because I hear Indians approaching on the horizon with their muskets and horses. I suppose it's only a matter of time before they call me on my cell phone and announce their attack. January 5th, 1874.'
Vegeta was laughing, now. "Not only did they not have cell phones back then, but the Indians wouldn't call and announce the attack!" Trunks frowned. "I'm a new writer!" He snapped. "Let's see you try and write something!" "Go back to journalism, honey." Bulma said to Trunks. Trunks shook his head. "I'll show you! Now I'll write a romance! But 1st, I'm submitting this to a publisher to see what HE thinks of it!" And Trunks stormed off to his room. "He's gonna hate it." Vegeta said. Bulma got mad because she didn't like Vegeta saying things like that. She was just about to get on to him for it when a huge red blur zipped through the living room, and with a sickening crash, whacked into the kitchen wall (where Bulma's pots and pans were). "AH!" Bra said with a large squeal. Rehmon dropped his weight, which crashed on his head with 500 pounds. Then it bounced off and landed on Bulma's foot. Vegeta toppled off the couch at the sound of the noise and hit the floor.
Trunks came running down the stairs with a sealed envelope in his hands. "What was that?" He asked. Rehmon was howling as well as Bulma crying and Vegeta cussing. Bra pointed to the kitchen. "It was in there! Are you all right, Rehmon? Papa? Mama?" Bulma was crying and holding her foot. Blood was trickling from the top of Rehmon's head down his nose and into his mouth, and he was spitting in disgust. "Yes, I'm okay." He said. "It's just a little blood." Bulma yanked her toes out from under the weight. They were black and blue. "Yeowch." Rehmon said, cradling his head. "That looks like it hurt." "I'm gonna go figure out what that was." Bra said, slowly getting to her feet. "You do that." Vegeta said. "I'm gonna stay here and f*cking cuss someore." Bra slowly waddled into the kitchen with her pregnant woman's walk. Rehmon walked beside her.
It didn't take them long to find the culprit.
Kasai, the huge dragon, was crashed in the wall and knocked out. The size of their kitchen table, he'd left a huge dent in the wall. His forked tongue was lolling out of his mouth. "Stupid thing!" Rehmon cursed. "Now they'll hafta pay for their wall!" He kicked it in it's tail, and it stirred. "Oh, Rehmon, STOP it!" Bra said. "He just wanted exercise, because daddy won't walk him ever!" She cradled the dragon's head, which filled her whole lap (partly because she was so big). Vegeta wandered in and saw the scene. "What the f*ck?" He said. "Stupid animal!" He grabbed a large rope off the wall and tied it around the dragon's neck. "He's going to be tethered outside from now on!"
Bra grabbed the rope. "No! If you would exercise the poor thing, he wouldn't do things like this!" Vegeta sighed. "Alright, fine. I'll take him out." Rehmon, wanting to be a big help, volunteered as well. "I'll go with him." He said. "Vegeta can't handle this big thing on his own." Vegeta yanked the rope with all his strength, and the dragon got up and followed them out the door.
"It's hard to walk when every time he takes a step we bounce!" Vegeta said. Rehmon nodded. "I agree! How did Bra so this every day!" The dragon kept standing up on his hind legs and snapping branches off trees, then biting them in half. "Maybe he's showing us what he could do to us if he got angry enough!" Vegeta said. They both kind of backed off. They were a little awkward around eachother because of their frequent fights and Bulma's interest in Rehmon's *ss. Rehmon and Vegeta were having a jolly old conversation when suddenly, Kasai began to walk faster. "What are you doin'?" Vegeta asked. He yanked on the rope. "Stop!" But the dragon leaned its weight against the rope and pulled them. Soon, its quickened walks became a run. Rehmon tripped, grasping the rope, and began dragging on the ground. Vegeta had gotten smart by now, and jumped on the dragon's waving tail. It was whipping him around and he felt like he was going to throw up. Rehmon grabbed Vegeta's shoe, but Vegeta kicked him off. Rehmon was handing on by its spike. "Grab the rope and YANK!" Rehmon said. "Hurry!" Kasai was running faster and faster. Vegeta crawled up on the monster's back and grabbed a hold of the rope. He was being bounced about like a rag doll, but Kasai wasn't stopping. He crawled up its long neck and peeled its lips back. Slobber and gobs of spit ran down his arms. "STOP!" He yelled. "STOP!" But Kasai didn't stop. Matter of fact, Rehmon noticed that he was spreading his long, leathery wings. "Oh shoot!" He said. "Vegeta! He's trying to--"
Before he could get his sentence out, they were taking off. The wind whipped at Rehmon, threatening to tear him off his death grip to the spike. They quickly got far enough from the ground that the fall would be deadly. Vegeta looked back at Rehmon. He was barely hanging on. "Fly off him!" Vegeta yelled. "I can't!" Rehmon said. "We can't fly in public, remember? Bulma will leave you!" Vegeta clapped a hand over his mouth. But at that moment, Kasai threw his tail upward and Rehmon flung off. He flung right on his back, though. "Hang on tight!" Vegeta said. Rehmon grabbed some of it's scaly skin and hung on for his life.
"Where's Papa and Rehmon?" Bra asked. "They should have been back an hour ago!" She winced as some pain ran through her middle. "I don't know." Trunks said. "Maybe they both decided they didn't want this baby, and they ran away!" Bra began to cry. "Do you really think so?" She asked. Bulma shook her head and tried to comfort her daughter. "I'm sure they're having a little trouble getting Kasai to walk for them. He IS huge, you know. They'll be back soon." Bra sat back down in her chair and propped her swollen ankles. "Hey mom, what if I knock Fifi up?" Trunks asked. "Then I'll slit your little throat." Bulma said. Then she walked out.
Rehmon and Vegeta held on tight as Kasai began to fall. He'd just learned to fly; he wasn't a strong flyer! He couldn't keep this up! "We're falling!" Rehmon called over the sound of wind in his ears. He thought about flying off, but at the speed they were going he would be slung backward and into a mountain. "We've probley flown about a hundred miles!" Vegeta said. "I'm glad to be landing!" But Rehmon wasn't. Kasai was going down at a very steep rate, and his wings were going, almost as if he were falling....
That's when Vegeta realized he was falling, right before they smacked into the ground and rolled 4 times. Vegeta felt his arm crick behind him painfully, but he didn't think it was broken. His nose got mashed into the ground, skinned up, and bloody. His forehead scraped against pebbles and rocks, and his spine crashed into a rock. But he could have it worse. He came to a stop and stared at the sky in a daze. Kasai was knocked out against a cliff, but Rehmon was no where in sight. Vegeta panicked. If Rehmon were gone, the baby wouldn't have a father! He got up and began running the places they had rolled, searching for anything. "Rehmon!" He called. "Where are you?" Rehmon's leather jacket was on the ground. Blood was on the collar of it, and it was ripped in many places. "He lost his jacket." Said Vegeta with a chuckle. Suspecting Rehmon was back at the sight of the crash, he ran back.
One of Kasai's big yellow eyes was open, but he was laying there. One of his claws looked like it had been ripped straight out of its socket. "Rehmon!" Vegeta said. "Where are you?" He thought Rehmon maybe took this opportunity to escape the responsibility of a child. But he was wrong. He saw a small brown boot between the wall and Kasai, and realized what had happened. He ran over, and Rehmon was pinned between them both. His head was cracked open like an eggshell, and one of his legs was bent at a HORRIBLE angle. There was a long, deep slash in his belly. It looked like a sharp rock--or maybe a dragon's claw--had done it. Vegeta shoved the dragon. "Get up!" He said. "Rehmon's pinned between you and the rock!" Kasai walked over to a tree and laid down. Rehmon fell to the ground and made a snoring noise. "Wake up!" Vegeta said with a kick. Rehmon's head turned and he did the snoring thing again. His leg was horribly mangled, bit no bones were protruding. It didn't look broken, just filleted. Vegeta sighed with relief. But then there was the head to worry about. He could see a long fissure in Rehmon's forehead, which was leaking blood at a steady rate. "OH sh*t. I don't know what to do. Bulma would, though." He sighed. "I'll go get her. I need someone here to help." He hovered off the ground and prepared to take off, but he fell.
"What the hell?" He asked. Then he felt the steady rumble of his belly, and realized he was ravenously hungry. "I need something to eat!" He said. "I'm so hungry I'm out of energy!" He looked around the ground for a walnut or something, but to no prevail. There was nothing there. "I know!" Vegeta said. "The dragon! I'll get him to fly me home!" But then he realized that he couldn't leave Rehmon here alone--no matter how much he hated him--and that the dragon probley didn't know which way home was, anyway. Vegeta threw a stick against a tree in anger. "What am I gonna do now?" Vegeta asked. "Sit here and rot?!" He plopped his butt on the ground to mope some more.
"Where the hell is Vegeta?" Bulma asked. She was in the kitchen all by herself, but sometimes when you're worried, yourself is the best person around to talk to. "Maybe he did run away. He didn't WANT Trunks or Bra, and maybe a grandchild was too much for him." She was starting to believe this strongly. "But then again, they might've stopped at a pub or something for a drink. They're men, and Rehmon's young....." She thought about this, and it made pretty good sense. "Alright. If he's not home by tonight, I'll know that he's a deadbeat grandpa."
"What does Bulma think?" Vegeta asked. "She could be thinking a million things--I'm a deadbeat grandpa, I'm drunk, or dead--Imagine how worried she is?" He was talking halfway to himself, halfway to the dragon. Rehmon was still knocked out, snoring soundly. Vegeta realized something. "He's got to be as hungry as--if not more hungry than me. He'll have to eat." So Vegeta picked up a rock and chunked it. It hit Rehmon in the middle. "Wake up!" Vegeta SAID. The fainted and badly hurt man didn't even stir. Vegeta couldn't help wondering if he had hurt him more. "Wake up, u lazy old bustard! We gotta get out of here!" Rehmon's head moved a little, but Vegeta wasn't sure if it was because of his yelp. So he got up, limping from a pain that had settled in his knee, and walked over to Rehmon. His mouth was wide open and he was drooling. Some of the blood that was still leaking from his forehead was running in his mouth.
Vegeta kicked him lightly. "Rise and Shine!" He said. "Breakfast is ready!" Nada. "Jesus, that's how Bulma GTE's me up. It always works. He must be really out." He thought of ways to awaken him. "Bulma once said that to get a drunk guy out of sleep, to wave perfume under his nose. Maybe it would work on this, too?" Vegeta ruffled his pockets around for those little perfume e samples that you find in magazines. He collected them because of the array of smells. But there weren't any. "Oh, yeah. Bulma told me I have to keep them on my dresser for now on because they make my clothes stink! Blasted woman!" He stomped on a rock and it cracked. Then something caught his eye. It was a HUGE red rose. "Hey!" Vegeta said. "Flowers! Maybe they would work?!" He plucked the rose from its vine and ran over to Rehmon. He waved it under his nose. His eyelids fluttered. "Wake up!" Vegeta said. He waved it more vigorously. "Wake UP!" He said louder. Still, the fluttering eyelids. 'WAKE UUUUPPP!" Vegeta yelled. He accidentally jammed the rose against Rehmon's upper lip in his anger, and the rose's thorns jabbed into Rehmon. He sat up fast like a bullet. "What happened....Oh..." A wave of nausea and a headache rolled through him. He looked down at one of his hands, which was throbbing steadily. It was bruised and black. There was a spot on his head that was hurting him too. He reached up and felt it. His hands hit a long, swollen crack that was oozing blood. "Oh!" He said. "What happened? Last thing I remember is that dragon starting to fly and then he got a little fast!" He tried to stand up, but noticed his leg was bloody and mangled from the ride. "He crashed and we flipped." Vegeta said. "Are you hungry?" Rehmon leaned back and observed the sky. It was beginning to turn dark. "Nah. I'm really *Yawn* tired. I want to go back to sleep!" "What?" Vegeta asked. "You just slept for over 2 hours!" Rehmon nodded. "I know..but I'm really tired. And sleep is the only way I can think of to relieve me of this terrible pain that I'm feeling." He was struggling to keep a straight face, but it was hard. He wanted to cry. . "I think you should eat." Vegeta said. "Eat what?" Rehmon asked, sleepily. "There's nothing around here to eat!" Vegeta pulled a bag of Cheetos out of his pocket. "I always have these for emergencies." He gave one to Rehmon. "Forgot about them earlier." Rehmon brought it to his lips, but remembered the nausea. "No. I don't think I will eat. I'll probley throw up, and that would be mighty painful with this bruise on my ribs. Looks like someone threw a rock at me." Vegeta whistled. "Now WHO could have done that? We're way out in the forest! There's no one here!" Rehmon narrowed his eyes the best he could with the fissure in his head. "YOU." He said. "Thanks alot. Here I lay, injured, and you throw rocks at me. You're worse than I thought. Your scum. Your a b*st*rd!" The words racked in Vegeta's mind. "I could kill you!" Vegeta said. "You're laying there, and have no way of defending yourself!" Rehmon wagged a finger. "Remember--my child. You wouldn't want BRA to have to take care of Little Landon herself, would you?" Vegeta lowered his raised fists and growled. "After that child turns 6, you'd better watch it." Vegeta said.
"GAH!" Bulma said. "He must have ran out on us! He must've!" She started to sob. "He took that dragon to some distant town where they don't have them! They're valuable in some places! Then he sold it to a merchant for some money, and they decided to start livings away from they're women! Away from the prospect of grandchildren! Away from it all!" Bulma banged her fists on the table. "Ma, do you know how ridiculous that is?" Trunks asked. "He wouldn't sell the dragon to a MERCHANT! He would have sold it to a commoner. Merchants always cheat you out of money!" Bulma cried harder. "Thanks for the help, SON!" She said. "Go to your room and call your whore of a girlfriend. Make plans to have sex on Sunday, or even SATURDAY, I don't care, just go away!" Trunks drank some milk from the jug and shuffled to his room. Bulma was sad.
"Maybe we can eat HIM." Vegeta said, pointing at the dragon. Rehmon growled. "I don't see how you could possibly be hungry after eating all those Cheetos by yourself! You didn't even give me any, you big old brute!" "Brute?" Vegeta asked. "What an insult! And you didn't want any, Remember? I distinctly recall you saying, 'No. I don't think I will eat'." Rehmon turned over, though it pained him to do so, and looked Vegeta straight in the eye. "Well, you could have saved some for me. That would be the nice thing to do. And NO, we aren't eating Kasai, because Bra will have a hissy p*ssy fit." Vegeta poked him with a sharp stick, only to be whacked by a large and brick-like tail and thrown headfirst into a tree. Rehmon laughed. It sounded all raspy like. Like a sick dog barking.
"Ow." Vegeta said. "That hurt really bad, I don't ever want to do that again." He rubbed his head tenderly. He put some sticks in a pile. "I wonder how we can light a fire." Rehmon laughed his sick dog bark again. "Maybe we can have Kasai set u on fire, then u can roll in the sticks." Vegeta growled. "Maybe we'll just have him light the sticks directly, hm? That won't be wasting a perfectly good Saiyan." He turned around. "I like the 1st idea better." Rehmon said. "And how do u suppose your going to make him breath fire? What if he doesn't want to?" Vegeta walked over to Kasai. "Hey, buddy, why don't you breathe some fire on those sticks over there?" Kasai yawned, showing his long, white fangs. Vegeta was scared. "Please?" He asked. "There's plenty of deer in it for you." And then, under his breath, he said, 'If you can catch them'. Kasai got up to his feet and swiped a big clawed foot at Vegeta. His claws were long, white and sharp. Vegeta ducked. "Hey, I was only joking!" Kasai swiped at him again, then laid back down and yawned again.
"This isn't going to work." Vegeta sighed. But then, Rehmon said, "Hey, dude! Light those sticks right now, man!" Kasai opened his mouth and let the sticks. "Hey!" Vegeta said. "How come he listened to u?" "Because I'm not afraid of him." Rehmon said. "Now roll me closer to the fire." Vegeta rolled Rehmon closer to the fire without question, because if Rehmon could make Kasai blow fire on sticks, Rehmon could do it to VEGETA, too.
"I'm afraid Vegeta and Rehmon DID leave." Bulma told Bra the next morning. "Vegeta's never spent a night away from here since he met me! There's gotta be something fishy going on, and I tell ya, That's it!" Bra was sobbing into her hands. "I can't believe that Rehmon would run out on me and our son like that! What am I going to do? He'll lose his job!" She sobbed louder. "It's okay!" Bulma said. She was very sad that Vegeta had left(Or so she thought) but she didn't want to cry in front of her daughter. "Us gals can take care of Landon fine! I've been a mother for 27 years!" Bra sniffed. "But I'll MISS Rehmon! What if I never see him again? What then?" She cried and cried. Bulma thought about what to say. "There are plenty more fish in the sea! Maybe we could hire a nice young man to be the baby's father figure! What do you know, maybe you guys will fall in love and get married!" Bra was disgusted. "I'm not hiring a father for my baby! I don't think Rehmon left! I think he's out there, somewhere, hurt!" Bulma rolled her eyes. "Sooner or later, you'll accept it." She said. Then she walked off.
"I needa cigarette!" Said Rehmon, the next morning. "I'm going crazy without Nicotine." His lips were tender and bloody from him chewing them in his cravings for a cigarette. "Good thing I don't smoke." Said Vegeta. He was biting his lips too--but because his stomach was rolling with hunger. "I wonder if I could ride the dragon to take us home." Rehmon said. Vegeta glanced at his hand. "I doubt it. besides, Kasai doesn't know which way home is. He isn't a homing pigeon!" Rehmon propped himself up in the sitting position by a tree, wincing with the throbbing pain in his mangled Leg. "I wonder what Bra thinks." Rehmon said, for the 15th time. "I'll bet she thinks I ran out on her and Landon--and you ran out on your grandkid." Vegeta shrugged. "Maybe. But when we get home, it will all be sorted out and we won't have to worry about stupid things like that." He was looking up the trees, eagerly, for any scrap of food. His eyes lingered on a dove.
Rehmon noticed Vegeta picking up a sharp rock. "What're you doing?" He asked. Then he followed his gaze up to where Vegeta's was. "Why don't you shoot it with a ki blast? You won't miss, that way." Vegeta shook his head. "If I used a Ki blast, it might start a forest fire, then I don't know what would happen to us." He grasped the rock tighter. "I hope I can hit it." Rehmon couldn't say a word before Vegeta threw back his arm and launched it. It got up there and hit the bird. It fell down, down, down.....and hit the ground. It was bleeding, but screeching and beating it's wings, trying to fly off. Vegeta grabbed it and held it on the ground. "How do I kill it? How do I.." Rehmon grabbed it from Vegeta, placed to hands around its neck, and snapped it. There was a sickening sound that rang through the forest. "EW!" Vegeta said. "How can you do that?" Rehmon shrugged. "Hey, I was a murderer, remember?" "So was I." Vegeta said. There was an awkward silence. "I killed them by blowing up cities, though." Vegeta said. "I didn't kill them individually. So I didn't hear their appendages snap or anything." Rehmon thought this a very uncomfortable subject to be discussing. "I uh......killed those owners of mechanic shops to get the parts for a dragon radar, remember? But back then, I didn't care about their screams or their Pain. It was joyful to me. I thought they deserved it, because they weren't made fun of like me, and I hated them for that." Vegeta nodded. "I was the only one who made fun of you." He taunted. Rehmon chuckled in his barky way. "No, you weren't. You just think you were. And your insults weren't the worst, either. NO. Not by a long shot." Vegeta was breathing heavily. "What do you mean?" He asked. "On Namek. The people were so mean to me. They threw things at me, bit me, punched me--the first time I killed someone was a Namek. He was making fun of me, and I just blew his head off. No second thoughts or anything. And after I did it, then I didn't care. I was glad he was gone."
Vegeta found that funny. "You need some therapy, big time." He said. Rehmon looked puzzled. "Therapy?" He asked. "What is therapy? Silly human words that didn't come from anywhere, just an utter...' He grumbled. "Hey!" Said Vegeta. "My daughter your going to marry is half human!" Rehmon's eyes bugged. "Going to marry? Oh, no, I never said I was going to-- did I?
Vegeta shook his head. "No, No you didn't. But you got her pregnant. And you got a job for her. That must mean you love her, and when you love people, you marry them." Rehmon looked around. "But I don't....I don't think....well, I don't...I don't know if I love her or not. I know I loved Bulma." Hot anger flared up in Vegeta. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth in the natural anger reflexes. His ki flared and he almost became a super saiyan. "What?" He asked. He didn't know why he said that. He didn't want to hear it again. Before Rehmon could repeat himself, Vegeta headed him off. "We'll never, ever talk about that again, unless u want me to butcher you alive! I'm stronger than you, and I could! The only reason Bulma ever went for you is because she thought I was dead. Had she known I was alive, she would have grabbed your balls and squished them when you tried to hit on her."
Rehmon was getting nervous. He let out a small whistle, and the dragon came and sat by him, studying Vegeta. Vegeta knew why Rehmon had done this. He was afraid of Vegeta. "Bulma went for me because I'm so dazzling and handsome." Rehmon said. "I'm perfect looking, with no flaws." His raspy, joyous voice became colder. "But you, Mr. Prince, Mr. Shorty, are scronny, have a terrible build, and are Balding." He spat those last words with terrible jolt. "She wanted someone for a change that had all his hair and knew what he was doing in the bedroom.'" Vegeta couldn't stand these terrible tortures anymore. "Rehmon was insulting him! And he knew what was to be done!
Vegeta lunched forward with a ki blast--not to kill, but to hurt and
teach a lesson. Rehmon gasped and his eyes widened, and he curled to a fetal position. But before Vegeta could touch him, Kasai had swiped forward with one of his long, clawed feet. all 3 of the claws raked across Vegeta's forearm, leaving bloody rivers in their wake. Blood was gushing from his
arm, where several main arteries run, in torrents. It splashed to the ground in a sickening splatter. Kasai had bits of skin and blood under his claws, which he shoved back on the ground. His leathery lips were pulled
back and he was looking at Vegeta through his ugly yellow eyes. Rehmon
stared up at Vegeta with a smile. "Ha." He said, in his barky laugh.
"Serves ya right." Vegeta grasped at his arm, where bits of skin were hanging off like a grotesque ribbon show. Kasai walked over to a tree and
scraped his claws across the bark to keep them sharp. The claws were so razor sharp Kasai barely had to touch the tree before it started leaking sap. "When I get back I'll kill that dragon!" Vegeta said. "You can swear it on my grandfather's grave I will!" But then he changed his mind. "No." He said. "Wait. I'll do it now. "I'll kill him now!" He lit up a ki blast,
but Kasai could tell. He spread his leathery wings and took off.
"I sure hope he comes back." Rehmon said coldly. And now, I may not even think of marrying your Bra because I couldn't handle any in-laws like
you hanging around anyway!" Vegeta grasped his bleeding arm and moaned. Pain was jolting up it. It hurt worse than the time android 18 had snapped both of his arms. The vision in front of Vegeta's eyes was becoming dotted and blurry. "Don't faint." Rehmon advised. Now he sounded a little worried. "You may never wake up. And hold your arm over your head, it may decrease the flow." Rehmon ripped his sock off and rolled over to Vegeta. "We both have only one hand, but we should be able to do this. Tie it around your
wound tightly." Vegeta growled. "No! I don't want to listen to you!" He turned away and looked at the slash. It was inches away from his main vein. "That's it! When I get home, I'm going to take this animal out in the back
and blow his brains out!" Rehmon shrugged. "IF he'll let you, that is."
"That's it!" Bulma said. "I will NOT let your father run out on his grandchild like this, or Rehmon on his child! I'm going to put a stop to it!" She stomped on the ground three times. "What are you going to do about it, mom?" Trunks and Bra asked at something that was very close to the same
time. "I'm going to find him!" Trunks looked at her funny. "How are you
going to do that? You don't have super smell!" Bulma pointed at Trunks. "But you're a Saiyan and YOU do!" Trunks looked offended. "I'm no dog!" He
said. "I can't smell that good. I can see good, though!" Bulma slapped Trunks on the back, and knocked the wind out of him. "That's it! You'll fly high above the ground up in the clouds, and then you can see beneath you . . . . and find Vegeta and Rehmon!" Bra liked this idea. "That's cool." She said. Trunks sighed. "Fine. Way up in the clouds." He removed his jacket,
so it wouldn't get in his way. Then they went out back, safe from Mr.
Palmer's eyes.
"Now, I'm gonna ride on your back." Bulma said. Trunks freaked at
that. "But that's what you and dad do! We're not lovers!" Bulma smacked Trunks in the back of the head. "I don't care, frankly! Now let me on your
back!" Trunks sighed, and he did. Then he took off, high in the clouds. Trunks flew high.. And steep. "Hey!" Bulma said. "Can't you fly in like a gradual slant like an airplane instead of this straight-up sh*t?" Trunks ignored her until he got in the clouds, and then he straightened himself
out. "Do you see anything weird?" Bulma asked. "Campfires with 2 guys?" Trunks squinted. Even with Saiyan eyes, it was hard to see from this high. "I don't know." He admitted, gravely. "I can't see from this high no how." Bulma sighed. "Then go down a little lower!" He went down, just below the
clouds. "Alright . I see.. Um.." He squinted. "What do you see?" Bulma
screamed. "Talk to me, you lousy hoe!" Trunks looked at Bulma. "Hey, no need to start calling names! I'm looking!" He squinted harder. "There's um . A large red dragon over there. There's also a campfi-" Bulma had slapped Trunks painfully. "That's them!" Trunks sighed. "Finally. I don't have to
endure this abuse." He already had three large goose eggs on his head.
Vegeta lay on the ground, in pain. "Holy sh*t. I wonder how long this
is going to take, her finding me and all." Rehmon raised his head up.
"What?" He asked. Vegeta looked at him like he was stupid or something. "Bulma. I'm wondering when she'll come look for me." Rehmon laughed again, like a sick dog barking. "You still think they're coming?" Vegeta nodded.
"Of course she is. Without me, there's nobody to use the G.R except my little brat son!" Rehmon shrugged. "I think they're happy that we're gone. I think that they are probably throwing a party right about now." Vegeta
was offended. "NO! They miss me. My charms, and my wonderful talent of filling the room with warmth." Rehmon didn't say anything. "Oh great." He
said. His eyes were fixed on the sky. "I think we're In Navy helicopter landing zone or something, because it seems some aircraft is landing here." "I hate it when you talk like an encyclopedia." Vegeta said, looking up.
"That doesn't look much like a helicopter. It looks more like a.Like a.really big bird." Rehmon squinted harder. "Like two big birds!" Then he started giggling. "One on top of the other." Vegeta said. "Maybe they're doing the nasty. Oh, wait!" He squinted harder. "That's Trunks! Bulma and Trunks!" He jumped up, ignoring the pain in his arm, and zoomed up from the
ground so fast it left a small crater.
"Hey!" Rehmon shouted. He struggled to get up, but his mangled leg buckled and sharp pains went through it. He winced. "Hey, come help!" He
shouted at Vegeta. When he realized that Vegeta was not going to be a source of help, he beckoned Kasai to come on over and help him to stand. Kasai walked over lazily. Rehmon grasped the spines on the large dragon's back, and propped himself up. "Hey, Trunks!" He called, in his raspy voice. Trunks saw him and landed, helping him up. "We thought you had ran off!"
Bulma said. Vegeta shook his head. "No, we got injured." They explained each other's stories before the nagging b*tch finally would take them home.
Sorry this one was a little long..well, hope you liked it.
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***READ THIS! YOU GUYS DIDN'T KNOW THAT THIS IS A PART 2 STORY, DID YOU? THERE'S A PART ONE TO IT, BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ IT TO UNDERSTAND THIS ONE. THE PART ONE STORY IS ABOUT WHEN REHMON WAS EVIL. IT'S A ROMANCE STORY RATED PG-13 AND IT'S CALLED The Saiyan with the Afro. READ IT IF YOU WANNA! ***
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****1 month later than the end of the last chappie!****
Vegeta was lying on the couch. Bra was laying in the recliner. Her belly was getting so HUGE it was bad. She was only 6 months pregnant and already she was HUGE. Something else that was HUGE was the dragon. It was the size of a kitchen table and could barely fit through the doors. It was also scary looking. "Hello." Trunks said, coming in and flouncing on the couch. "Man, Fifi's mad at me. I don't know why, though." He sighed through his teeth and looked around. Everyone looked exhausted, except for Rehmon, who was lifting weighs on the exercise machine. Bulma was watching him, perhaps to see how his muscles flexed when he lifted one. Vegeta's brow was furrowed as he tried not to notice. Bra was doing crossword puzzles in her chair, because she couldn't get up much.
"This is bull!" Vegeta said. He threw Trunks' manuscript back at him. Trunks had been letting Vegeta read a story of his. "What's so bully about it?" He asked. "It's a western novel!" The page that Trunks was holding said: 'It's dark here, out in the desert. My mule can barely walk; his eyes roll about in his head like a madman from the heat. I'm running out of provisions, and time to write, because I hear Indians approaching on the horizon with their muskets and horses. I suppose it's only a matter of time before they call me on my cell phone and announce their attack. January 5th, 1874.'
Vegeta was laughing, now. "Not only did they not have cell phones back then, but the Indians wouldn't call and announce the attack!" Trunks frowned. "I'm a new writer!" He snapped. "Let's see you try and write something!" "Go back to journalism, honey." Bulma said to Trunks. Trunks shook his head. "I'll show you! Now I'll write a romance! But 1st, I'm submitting this to a publisher to see what HE thinks of it!" And Trunks stormed off to his room. "He's gonna hate it." Vegeta said. Bulma got mad because she didn't like Vegeta saying things like that. She was just about to get on to him for it when a huge red blur zipped through the living room, and with a sickening crash, whacked into the kitchen wall (where Bulma's pots and pans were). "AH!" Bra said with a large squeal. Rehmon dropped his weight, which crashed on his head with 500 pounds. Then it bounced off and landed on Bulma's foot. Vegeta toppled off the couch at the sound of the noise and hit the floor.
Trunks came running down the stairs with a sealed envelope in his hands. "What was that?" He asked. Rehmon was howling as well as Bulma crying and Vegeta cussing. Bra pointed to the kitchen. "It was in there! Are you all right, Rehmon? Papa? Mama?" Bulma was crying and holding her foot. Blood was trickling from the top of Rehmon's head down his nose and into his mouth, and he was spitting in disgust. "Yes, I'm okay." He said. "It's just a little blood." Bulma yanked her toes out from under the weight. They were black and blue. "Yeowch." Rehmon said, cradling his head. "That looks like it hurt." "I'm gonna go figure out what that was." Bra said, slowly getting to her feet. "You do that." Vegeta said. "I'm gonna stay here and f*cking cuss someore." Bra slowly waddled into the kitchen with her pregnant woman's walk. Rehmon walked beside her.
It didn't take them long to find the culprit.
Kasai, the huge dragon, was crashed in the wall and knocked out. The size of their kitchen table, he'd left a huge dent in the wall. His forked tongue was lolling out of his mouth. "Stupid thing!" Rehmon cursed. "Now they'll hafta pay for their wall!" He kicked it in it's tail, and it stirred. "Oh, Rehmon, STOP it!" Bra said. "He just wanted exercise, because daddy won't walk him ever!" She cradled the dragon's head, which filled her whole lap (partly because she was so big). Vegeta wandered in and saw the scene. "What the f*ck?" He said. "Stupid animal!" He grabbed a large rope off the wall and tied it around the dragon's neck. "He's going to be tethered outside from now on!"
Bra grabbed the rope. "No! If you would exercise the poor thing, he wouldn't do things like this!" Vegeta sighed. "Alright, fine. I'll take him out." Rehmon, wanting to be a big help, volunteered as well. "I'll go with him." He said. "Vegeta can't handle this big thing on his own." Vegeta yanked the rope with all his strength, and the dragon got up and followed them out the door.
"It's hard to walk when every time he takes a step we bounce!" Vegeta said. Rehmon nodded. "I agree! How did Bra so this every day!" The dragon kept standing up on his hind legs and snapping branches off trees, then biting them in half. "Maybe he's showing us what he could do to us if he got angry enough!" Vegeta said. They both kind of backed off. They were a little awkward around eachother because of their frequent fights and Bulma's interest in Rehmon's *ss. Rehmon and Vegeta were having a jolly old conversation when suddenly, Kasai began to walk faster. "What are you doin'?" Vegeta asked. He yanked on the rope. "Stop!" But the dragon leaned its weight against the rope and pulled them. Soon, its quickened walks became a run. Rehmon tripped, grasping the rope, and began dragging on the ground. Vegeta had gotten smart by now, and jumped on the dragon's waving tail. It was whipping him around and he felt like he was going to throw up. Rehmon grabbed Vegeta's shoe, but Vegeta kicked him off. Rehmon was handing on by its spike. "Grab the rope and YANK!" Rehmon said. "Hurry!" Kasai was running faster and faster. Vegeta crawled up on the monster's back and grabbed a hold of the rope. He was being bounced about like a rag doll, but Kasai wasn't stopping. He crawled up its long neck and peeled its lips back. Slobber and gobs of spit ran down his arms. "STOP!" He yelled. "STOP!" But Kasai didn't stop. Matter of fact, Rehmon noticed that he was spreading his long, leathery wings. "Oh shoot!" He said. "Vegeta! He's trying to--"
Before he could get his sentence out, they were taking off. The wind whipped at Rehmon, threatening to tear him off his death grip to the spike. They quickly got far enough from the ground that the fall would be deadly. Vegeta looked back at Rehmon. He was barely hanging on. "Fly off him!" Vegeta yelled. "I can't!" Rehmon said. "We can't fly in public, remember? Bulma will leave you!" Vegeta clapped a hand over his mouth. But at that moment, Kasai threw his tail upward and Rehmon flung off. He flung right on his back, though. "Hang on tight!" Vegeta said. Rehmon grabbed some of it's scaly skin and hung on for his life.
"Where's Papa and Rehmon?" Bra asked. "They should have been back an hour ago!" She winced as some pain ran through her middle. "I don't know." Trunks said. "Maybe they both decided they didn't want this baby, and they ran away!" Bra began to cry. "Do you really think so?" She asked. Bulma shook her head and tried to comfort her daughter. "I'm sure they're having a little trouble getting Kasai to walk for them. He IS huge, you know. They'll be back soon." Bra sat back down in her chair and propped her swollen ankles. "Hey mom, what if I knock Fifi up?" Trunks asked. "Then I'll slit your little throat." Bulma said. Then she walked out.
Rehmon and Vegeta held on tight as Kasai began to fall. He'd just learned to fly; he wasn't a strong flyer! He couldn't keep this up! "We're falling!" Rehmon called over the sound of wind in his ears. He thought about flying off, but at the speed they were going he would be slung backward and into a mountain. "We've probley flown about a hundred miles!" Vegeta said. "I'm glad to be landing!" But Rehmon wasn't. Kasai was going down at a very steep rate, and his wings were going, almost as if he were falling....
That's when Vegeta realized he was falling, right before they smacked into the ground and rolled 4 times. Vegeta felt his arm crick behind him painfully, but he didn't think it was broken. His nose got mashed into the ground, skinned up, and bloody. His forehead scraped against pebbles and rocks, and his spine crashed into a rock. But he could have it worse. He came to a stop and stared at the sky in a daze. Kasai was knocked out against a cliff, but Rehmon was no where in sight. Vegeta panicked. If Rehmon were gone, the baby wouldn't have a father! He got up and began running the places they had rolled, searching for anything. "Rehmon!" He called. "Where are you?" Rehmon's leather jacket was on the ground. Blood was on the collar of it, and it was ripped in many places. "He lost his jacket." Said Vegeta with a chuckle. Suspecting Rehmon was back at the sight of the crash, he ran back.
One of Kasai's big yellow eyes was open, but he was laying there. One of his claws looked like it had been ripped straight out of its socket. "Rehmon!" Vegeta said. "Where are you?" He thought Rehmon maybe took this opportunity to escape the responsibility of a child. But he was wrong. He saw a small brown boot between the wall and Kasai, and realized what had happened. He ran over, and Rehmon was pinned between them both. His head was cracked open like an eggshell, and one of his legs was bent at a HORRIBLE angle. There was a long, deep slash in his belly. It looked like a sharp rock--or maybe a dragon's claw--had done it. Vegeta shoved the dragon. "Get up!" He said. "Rehmon's pinned between you and the rock!" Kasai walked over to a tree and laid down. Rehmon fell to the ground and made a snoring noise. "Wake up!" Vegeta said with a kick. Rehmon's head turned and he did the snoring thing again. His leg was horribly mangled, bit no bones were protruding. It didn't look broken, just filleted. Vegeta sighed with relief. But then there was the head to worry about. He could see a long fissure in Rehmon's forehead, which was leaking blood at a steady rate. "OH sh*t. I don't know what to do. Bulma would, though." He sighed. "I'll go get her. I need someone here to help." He hovered off the ground and prepared to take off, but he fell.
"What the hell?" He asked. Then he felt the steady rumble of his belly, and realized he was ravenously hungry. "I need something to eat!" He said. "I'm so hungry I'm out of energy!" He looked around the ground for a walnut or something, but to no prevail. There was nothing there. "I know!" Vegeta said. "The dragon! I'll get him to fly me home!" But then he realized that he couldn't leave Rehmon here alone--no matter how much he hated him--and that the dragon probley didn't know which way home was, anyway. Vegeta threw a stick against a tree in anger. "What am I gonna do now?" Vegeta asked. "Sit here and rot?!" He plopped his butt on the ground to mope some more.
"Where the hell is Vegeta?" Bulma asked. She was in the kitchen all by herself, but sometimes when you're worried, yourself is the best person around to talk to. "Maybe he did run away. He didn't WANT Trunks or Bra, and maybe a grandchild was too much for him." She was starting to believe this strongly. "But then again, they might've stopped at a pub or something for a drink. They're men, and Rehmon's young....." She thought about this, and it made pretty good sense. "Alright. If he's not home by tonight, I'll know that he's a deadbeat grandpa."
"What does Bulma think?" Vegeta asked. "She could be thinking a million things--I'm a deadbeat grandpa, I'm drunk, or dead--Imagine how worried she is?" He was talking halfway to himself, halfway to the dragon. Rehmon was still knocked out, snoring soundly. Vegeta realized something. "He's got to be as hungry as--if not more hungry than me. He'll have to eat." So Vegeta picked up a rock and chunked it. It hit Rehmon in the middle. "Wake up!" Vegeta SAID. The fainted and badly hurt man didn't even stir. Vegeta couldn't help wondering if he had hurt him more. "Wake up, u lazy old bustard! We gotta get out of here!" Rehmon's head moved a little, but Vegeta wasn't sure if it was because of his yelp. So he got up, limping from a pain that had settled in his knee, and walked over to Rehmon. His mouth was wide open and he was drooling. Some of the blood that was still leaking from his forehead was running in his mouth.
Vegeta kicked him lightly. "Rise and Shine!" He said. "Breakfast is ready!" Nada. "Jesus, that's how Bulma GTE's me up. It always works. He must be really out." He thought of ways to awaken him. "Bulma once said that to get a drunk guy out of sleep, to wave perfume under his nose. Maybe it would work on this, too?" Vegeta ruffled his pockets around for those little perfume e samples that you find in magazines. He collected them because of the array of smells. But there weren't any. "Oh, yeah. Bulma told me I have to keep them on my dresser for now on because they make my clothes stink! Blasted woman!" He stomped on a rock and it cracked. Then something caught his eye. It was a HUGE red rose. "Hey!" Vegeta said. "Flowers! Maybe they would work?!" He plucked the rose from its vine and ran over to Rehmon. He waved it under his nose. His eyelids fluttered. "Wake up!" Vegeta said. He waved it more vigorously. "Wake UP!" He said louder. Still, the fluttering eyelids. 'WAKE UUUUPPP!" Vegeta yelled. He accidentally jammed the rose against Rehmon's upper lip in his anger, and the rose's thorns jabbed into Rehmon. He sat up fast like a bullet. "What happened....Oh..." A wave of nausea and a headache rolled through him. He looked down at one of his hands, which was throbbing steadily. It was bruised and black. There was a spot on his head that was hurting him too. He reached up and felt it. His hands hit a long, swollen crack that was oozing blood. "Oh!" He said. "What happened? Last thing I remember is that dragon starting to fly and then he got a little fast!" He tried to stand up, but noticed his leg was bloody and mangled from the ride. "He crashed and we flipped." Vegeta said. "Are you hungry?" Rehmon leaned back and observed the sky. It was beginning to turn dark. "Nah. I'm really *Yawn* tired. I want to go back to sleep!" "What?" Vegeta asked. "You just slept for over 2 hours!" Rehmon nodded. "I know..but I'm really tired. And sleep is the only way I can think of to relieve me of this terrible pain that I'm feeling." He was struggling to keep a straight face, but it was hard. He wanted to cry. . "I think you should eat." Vegeta said. "Eat what?" Rehmon asked, sleepily. "There's nothing around here to eat!" Vegeta pulled a bag of Cheetos out of his pocket. "I always have these for emergencies." He gave one to Rehmon. "Forgot about them earlier." Rehmon brought it to his lips, but remembered the nausea. "No. I don't think I will eat. I'll probley throw up, and that would be mighty painful with this bruise on my ribs. Looks like someone threw a rock at me." Vegeta whistled. "Now WHO could have done that? We're way out in the forest! There's no one here!" Rehmon narrowed his eyes the best he could with the fissure in his head. "YOU." He said. "Thanks alot. Here I lay, injured, and you throw rocks at me. You're worse than I thought. Your scum. Your a b*st*rd!" The words racked in Vegeta's mind. "I could kill you!" Vegeta said. "You're laying there, and have no way of defending yourself!" Rehmon wagged a finger. "Remember--my child. You wouldn't want BRA to have to take care of Little Landon herself, would you?" Vegeta lowered his raised fists and growled. "After that child turns 6, you'd better watch it." Vegeta said.
"GAH!" Bulma said. "He must have ran out on us! He must've!" She started to sob. "He took that dragon to some distant town where they don't have them! They're valuable in some places! Then he sold it to a merchant for some money, and they decided to start livings away from they're women! Away from the prospect of grandchildren! Away from it all!" Bulma banged her fists on the table. "Ma, do you know how ridiculous that is?" Trunks asked. "He wouldn't sell the dragon to a MERCHANT! He would have sold it to a commoner. Merchants always cheat you out of money!" Bulma cried harder. "Thanks for the help, SON!" She said. "Go to your room and call your whore of a girlfriend. Make plans to have sex on Sunday, or even SATURDAY, I don't care, just go away!" Trunks drank some milk from the jug and shuffled to his room. Bulma was sad.
"Maybe we can eat HIM." Vegeta said, pointing at the dragon. Rehmon growled. "I don't see how you could possibly be hungry after eating all those Cheetos by yourself! You didn't even give me any, you big old brute!" "Brute?" Vegeta asked. "What an insult! And you didn't want any, Remember? I distinctly recall you saying, 'No. I don't think I will eat'." Rehmon turned over, though it pained him to do so, and looked Vegeta straight in the eye. "Well, you could have saved some for me. That would be the nice thing to do. And NO, we aren't eating Kasai, because Bra will have a hissy p*ssy fit." Vegeta poked him with a sharp stick, only to be whacked by a large and brick-like tail and thrown headfirst into a tree. Rehmon laughed. It sounded all raspy like. Like a sick dog barking.
"Ow." Vegeta said. "That hurt really bad, I don't ever want to do that again." He rubbed his head tenderly. He put some sticks in a pile. "I wonder how we can light a fire." Rehmon laughed his sick dog bark again. "Maybe we can have Kasai set u on fire, then u can roll in the sticks." Vegeta growled. "Maybe we'll just have him light the sticks directly, hm? That won't be wasting a perfectly good Saiyan." He turned around. "I like the 1st idea better." Rehmon said. "And how do u suppose your going to make him breath fire? What if he doesn't want to?" Vegeta walked over to Kasai. "Hey, buddy, why don't you breathe some fire on those sticks over there?" Kasai yawned, showing his long, white fangs. Vegeta was scared. "Please?" He asked. "There's plenty of deer in it for you." And then, under his breath, he said, 'If you can catch them'. Kasai got up to his feet and swiped a big clawed foot at Vegeta. His claws were long, white and sharp. Vegeta ducked. "Hey, I was only joking!" Kasai swiped at him again, then laid back down and yawned again.
"This isn't going to work." Vegeta sighed. But then, Rehmon said, "Hey, dude! Light those sticks right now, man!" Kasai opened his mouth and let the sticks. "Hey!" Vegeta said. "How come he listened to u?" "Because I'm not afraid of him." Rehmon said. "Now roll me closer to the fire." Vegeta rolled Rehmon closer to the fire without question, because if Rehmon could make Kasai blow fire on sticks, Rehmon could do it to VEGETA, too.
"I'm afraid Vegeta and Rehmon DID leave." Bulma told Bra the next morning. "Vegeta's never spent a night away from here since he met me! There's gotta be something fishy going on, and I tell ya, That's it!" Bra was sobbing into her hands. "I can't believe that Rehmon would run out on me and our son like that! What am I going to do? He'll lose his job!" She sobbed louder. "It's okay!" Bulma said. She was very sad that Vegeta had left(Or so she thought) but she didn't want to cry in front of her daughter. "Us gals can take care of Landon fine! I've been a mother for 27 years!" Bra sniffed. "But I'll MISS Rehmon! What if I never see him again? What then?" She cried and cried. Bulma thought about what to say. "There are plenty more fish in the sea! Maybe we could hire a nice young man to be the baby's father figure! What do you know, maybe you guys will fall in love and get married!" Bra was disgusted. "I'm not hiring a father for my baby! I don't think Rehmon left! I think he's out there, somewhere, hurt!" Bulma rolled her eyes. "Sooner or later, you'll accept it." She said. Then she walked off.
"I needa cigarette!" Said Rehmon, the next morning. "I'm going crazy without Nicotine." His lips were tender and bloody from him chewing them in his cravings for a cigarette. "Good thing I don't smoke." Said Vegeta. He was biting his lips too--but because his stomach was rolling with hunger. "I wonder if I could ride the dragon to take us home." Rehmon said. Vegeta glanced at his hand. "I doubt it. besides, Kasai doesn't know which way home is. He isn't a homing pigeon!" Rehmon propped himself up in the sitting position by a tree, wincing with the throbbing pain in his mangled Leg. "I wonder what Bra thinks." Rehmon said, for the 15th time. "I'll bet she thinks I ran out on her and Landon--and you ran out on your grandkid." Vegeta shrugged. "Maybe. But when we get home, it will all be sorted out and we won't have to worry about stupid things like that." He was looking up the trees, eagerly, for any scrap of food. His eyes lingered on a dove.
Rehmon noticed Vegeta picking up a sharp rock. "What're you doing?" He asked. Then he followed his gaze up to where Vegeta's was. "Why don't you shoot it with a ki blast? You won't miss, that way." Vegeta shook his head. "If I used a Ki blast, it might start a forest fire, then I don't know what would happen to us." He grasped the rock tighter. "I hope I can hit it." Rehmon couldn't say a word before Vegeta threw back his arm and launched it. It got up there and hit the bird. It fell down, down, down.....and hit the ground. It was bleeding, but screeching and beating it's wings, trying to fly off. Vegeta grabbed it and held it on the ground. "How do I kill it? How do I.." Rehmon grabbed it from Vegeta, placed to hands around its neck, and snapped it. There was a sickening sound that rang through the forest. "EW!" Vegeta said. "How can you do that?" Rehmon shrugged. "Hey, I was a murderer, remember?" "So was I." Vegeta said. There was an awkward silence. "I killed them by blowing up cities, though." Vegeta said. "I didn't kill them individually. So I didn't hear their appendages snap or anything." Rehmon thought this a very uncomfortable subject to be discussing. "I uh......killed those owners of mechanic shops to get the parts for a dragon radar, remember? But back then, I didn't care about their screams or their Pain. It was joyful to me. I thought they deserved it, because they weren't made fun of like me, and I hated them for that." Vegeta nodded. "I was the only one who made fun of you." He taunted. Rehmon chuckled in his barky way. "No, you weren't. You just think you were. And your insults weren't the worst, either. NO. Not by a long shot." Vegeta was breathing heavily. "What do you mean?" He asked. "On Namek. The people were so mean to me. They threw things at me, bit me, punched me--the first time I killed someone was a Namek. He was making fun of me, and I just blew his head off. No second thoughts or anything. And after I did it, then I didn't care. I was glad he was gone."
Vegeta found that funny. "You need some therapy, big time." He said. Rehmon looked puzzled. "Therapy?" He asked. "What is therapy? Silly human words that didn't come from anywhere, just an utter...' He grumbled. "Hey!" Said Vegeta. "My daughter your going to marry is half human!" Rehmon's eyes bugged. "Going to marry? Oh, no, I never said I was going to-- did I?
Vegeta shook his head. "No, No you didn't. But you got her pregnant. And you got a job for her. That must mean you love her, and when you love people, you marry them." Rehmon looked around. "But I don't....I don't think....well, I don't...I don't know if I love her or not. I know I loved Bulma." Hot anger flared up in Vegeta. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth in the natural anger reflexes. His ki flared and he almost became a super saiyan. "What?" He asked. He didn't know why he said that. He didn't want to hear it again. Before Rehmon could repeat himself, Vegeta headed him off. "We'll never, ever talk about that again, unless u want me to butcher you alive! I'm stronger than you, and I could! The only reason Bulma ever went for you is because she thought I was dead. Had she known I was alive, she would have grabbed your balls and squished them when you tried to hit on her."
Rehmon was getting nervous. He let out a small whistle, and the dragon came and sat by him, studying Vegeta. Vegeta knew why Rehmon had done this. He was afraid of Vegeta. "Bulma went for me because I'm so dazzling and handsome." Rehmon said. "I'm perfect looking, with no flaws." His raspy, joyous voice became colder. "But you, Mr. Prince, Mr. Shorty, are scronny, have a terrible build, and are Balding." He spat those last words with terrible jolt. "She wanted someone for a change that had all his hair and knew what he was doing in the bedroom.'" Vegeta couldn't stand these terrible tortures anymore. "Rehmon was insulting him! And he knew what was to be done!
Vegeta lunched forward with a ki blast--not to kill, but to hurt and
teach a lesson. Rehmon gasped and his eyes widened, and he curled to a fetal position. But before Vegeta could touch him, Kasai had swiped forward with one of his long, clawed feet. all 3 of the claws raked across Vegeta's forearm, leaving bloody rivers in their wake. Blood was gushing from his
arm, where several main arteries run, in torrents. It splashed to the ground in a sickening splatter. Kasai had bits of skin and blood under his claws, which he shoved back on the ground. His leathery lips were pulled
back and he was looking at Vegeta through his ugly yellow eyes. Rehmon
stared up at Vegeta with a smile. "Ha." He said, in his barky laugh.
"Serves ya right." Vegeta grasped at his arm, where bits of skin were hanging off like a grotesque ribbon show. Kasai walked over to a tree and
scraped his claws across the bark to keep them sharp. The claws were so razor sharp Kasai barely had to touch the tree before it started leaking sap. "When I get back I'll kill that dragon!" Vegeta said. "You can swear it on my grandfather's grave I will!" But then he changed his mind. "No." He said. "Wait. I'll do it now. "I'll kill him now!" He lit up a ki blast,
but Kasai could tell. He spread his leathery wings and took off.
"I sure hope he comes back." Rehmon said coldly. And now, I may not even think of marrying your Bra because I couldn't handle any in-laws like
you hanging around anyway!" Vegeta grasped his bleeding arm and moaned. Pain was jolting up it. It hurt worse than the time android 18 had snapped both of his arms. The vision in front of Vegeta's eyes was becoming dotted and blurry. "Don't faint." Rehmon advised. Now he sounded a little worried. "You may never wake up. And hold your arm over your head, it may decrease the flow." Rehmon ripped his sock off and rolled over to Vegeta. "We both have only one hand, but we should be able to do this. Tie it around your
wound tightly." Vegeta growled. "No! I don't want to listen to you!" He turned away and looked at the slash. It was inches away from his main vein. "That's it! When I get home, I'm going to take this animal out in the back
and blow his brains out!" Rehmon shrugged. "IF he'll let you, that is."
"That's it!" Bulma said. "I will NOT let your father run out on his grandchild like this, or Rehmon on his child! I'm going to put a stop to it!" She stomped on the ground three times. "What are you going to do about it, mom?" Trunks and Bra asked at something that was very close to the same
time. "I'm going to find him!" Trunks looked at her funny. "How are you
going to do that? You don't have super smell!" Bulma pointed at Trunks. "But you're a Saiyan and YOU do!" Trunks looked offended. "I'm no dog!" He
said. "I can't smell that good. I can see good, though!" Bulma slapped Trunks on the back, and knocked the wind out of him. "That's it! You'll fly high above the ground up in the clouds, and then you can see beneath you . . . . and find Vegeta and Rehmon!" Bra liked this idea. "That's cool." She said. Trunks sighed. "Fine. Way up in the clouds." He removed his jacket,
so it wouldn't get in his way. Then they went out back, safe from Mr.
Palmer's eyes.
"Now, I'm gonna ride on your back." Bulma said. Trunks freaked at
that. "But that's what you and dad do! We're not lovers!" Bulma smacked Trunks in the back of the head. "I don't care, frankly! Now let me on your
back!" Trunks sighed, and he did. Then he took off, high in the clouds. Trunks flew high.. And steep. "Hey!" Bulma said. "Can't you fly in like a gradual slant like an airplane instead of this straight-up sh*t?" Trunks ignored her until he got in the clouds, and then he straightened himself
out. "Do you see anything weird?" Bulma asked. "Campfires with 2 guys?" Trunks squinted. Even with Saiyan eyes, it was hard to see from this high. "I don't know." He admitted, gravely. "I can't see from this high no how." Bulma sighed. "Then go down a little lower!" He went down, just below the
clouds. "Alright . I see.. Um.." He squinted. "What do you see?" Bulma
screamed. "Talk to me, you lousy hoe!" Trunks looked at Bulma. "Hey, no need to start calling names! I'm looking!" He squinted harder. "There's um . A large red dragon over there. There's also a campfi-" Bulma had slapped Trunks painfully. "That's them!" Trunks sighed. "Finally. I don't have to
endure this abuse." He already had three large goose eggs on his head.
Vegeta lay on the ground, in pain. "Holy sh*t. I wonder how long this
is going to take, her finding me and all." Rehmon raised his head up.
"What?" He asked. Vegeta looked at him like he was stupid or something. "Bulma. I'm wondering when she'll come look for me." Rehmon laughed again, like a sick dog barking. "You still think they're coming?" Vegeta nodded.
"Of course she is. Without me, there's nobody to use the G.R except my little brat son!" Rehmon shrugged. "I think they're happy that we're gone. I think that they are probably throwing a party right about now." Vegeta
was offended. "NO! They miss me. My charms, and my wonderful talent of filling the room with warmth." Rehmon didn't say anything. "Oh great." He
said. His eyes were fixed on the sky. "I think we're In Navy helicopter landing zone or something, because it seems some aircraft is landing here." "I hate it when you talk like an encyclopedia." Vegeta said, looking up.
"That doesn't look much like a helicopter. It looks more like a.Like a.really big bird." Rehmon squinted harder. "Like two big birds!" Then he started giggling. "One on top of the other." Vegeta said. "Maybe they're doing the nasty. Oh, wait!" He squinted harder. "That's Trunks! Bulma and Trunks!" He jumped up, ignoring the pain in his arm, and zoomed up from the
ground so fast it left a small crater.
"Hey!" Rehmon shouted. He struggled to get up, but his mangled leg buckled and sharp pains went through it. He winced. "Hey, come help!" He
shouted at Vegeta. When he realized that Vegeta was not going to be a source of help, he beckoned Kasai to come on over and help him to stand. Kasai walked over lazily. Rehmon grasped the spines on the large dragon's back, and propped himself up. "Hey, Trunks!" He called, in his raspy voice. Trunks saw him and landed, helping him up. "We thought you had ran off!"
Bulma said. Vegeta shook his head. "No, we got injured." They explained each other's stories before the nagging b*tch finally would take them home.
Sorry this one was a little long..well, hope you liked it.