Chapter 11
***I'm trying to decide if I will make a part 2 to this story. If you think I should, email me at Blurubberduckie1@aol.com. Note that there is no 'e' In 'blue' at the beginning of the s/n, because it would not fit. Make sure you subject the email 'my vote' or I will NOT open it because I will think it is junk mail. If you want, include some things you want to happen in the part 2. I have a little writer's block. ***
Maria s., I'm guessing I can't send mail to you on my s/n or something like that, because it won't work any way I try it. Maybe create a Yahoo account (They're free) and I'll try to send it to you there, it might work. I usually have problems e-mailing anyone who uses a Netscape account.
Bra, at 7 months pregnant, was beginning to feel the agony her mother had talked about so much. She was constantly in pain, and she was terrified that it wasn't normal. And Rehmon was being a work-o-holic, whereas he worked himself ragged. Bra told him they didn't need the money and he could lay off a bit, but he loved his job as a lawyer and felt he needed to be doing something to help. Kasai now had to stay out in the yard, tied up, in a muzzle, because of his attack on Vegeta. Vegeta exaggerated it greatly every time it was told. Bra was depressed about having to keep him out like that, but if he attacked her stomach, the baby would die.
The baby was always kicking; it never failed. It was a very restless child. Several times, Bra felt like punching her stomach to make it shut up. It was more than half saiyan. Maybe that was why. "When the baby is 2 years old, we're going to start training it." Vegeta said to Rehmon. The 2 men, who weren't buddies but getting there fast, were talking over a game of chess. Vegeta hated the game and didn't know why he was playing it. Rehmon hated it even more. "Oh no no no." Bra said. "Not 2. Not 3. Not even 4, by god. 5." Vegeta and Rehmon gaped at each other. "Not the type of training we do! I mean like in only 100 times gravity!" Rehmon spat. Vegeta nodded.
"Yeah, I trained Trunks at 2!"
"But mother didn't want you to, did she, Papa?"
Vegeta was silent for a while. "Well, no, but I did it anyway. She didn't object. Trunks just cried a whole lot for the first month. Achy muscles, I suppose." He took a drink of beer. "Well, I don't want to go through crying for a month. I'm his mother, I should have a say in this." Rehmon was getting very angry, but he tried to hold his horrible temper in check. "Bra, babe, he's my son, too. You don't have all the say." Bra made an evil smile come to her lips. "Well, your not the one who is going to stay at home and watch the child while you go to work!"
Rehmon was silent, the argument won, but he stuck his tongue out at Bra. That was a huge mistake because Bra was just so moody. She grabbed Rehmon's wet tongue with her fingernails. It was painful. "If you don't show me some respect I'll rip your tongue out!" He nodded. When she still didn't let go, Rehmon flared his ki and knocked her backwards.
Vegeta, who feared for Landon's sake, zipped behind Bra and caught her. He flashed a dirty look at Rehmon but said nothing. "Your mean." Bra said, and she waddled off. Rehmon snorted and stared at the black and red chessboard.
"NO NO NO! STUPID UGLY FAG!" Trunks cried. Vegeta heard him through the door, bashing on his table with a fist. Vegeta also heard the expensive mahogany table splinter, then split in half. "Jesus pleesus, Trunks!" Vegeta called through the door. "Sorry!" Trunks said. "I have some wood glue! I'll fix it!" He sounded grim and angry, and it was then that Vegeta realized that he hadn't seen much of Trunks for the last month. "And what's been eating you lately?" Trunks made a sigh through the door, Vegeta heard him kick his dog aside, and he opened the door. "It's Fifi. She's been angry with me, and just now I saw her walking down the street with Goten!" The fury in his face was obvious; his normally tanned face was now flushed and red.
"It's alright, son. Goten's ugly. She'll come around, sooner or later." But Trunks wasn't so sure. "Whatever you say, father." And he closed his door. Vegeta shrugged and walked away, then he looked at the clock. "Be a little quieter!" He added to Trunks. "It's only 9 A.M and your mother is still asleep!"
Vegeta heard a gasp from the living room. "9-0-clock? No way!" It was Rehmon's voice. "I'm late for work!" Vegeta heard him trounce up the stairs to put his suit on. Then he heard Bulma's yelling voice. "Funny how Trunks was being too loud, but YOU'RE the one who work me up!" She said. Her yelling voice was devilish. She came out of the room.
Her hair was everywhere from sleeping, and she was clad in a really ugly robe that Vegeta detested. It was ugly and had holes. "Er-sorry. Why don't you go and put some better clothes on." Bulma walked up to Vegeta. "Shut up! If you don't like it, go lock yourself in a closet somewhere!" Then she pulled a yellow folded piece of paper out of her pocket. "Here, Vegeta-grocery list! Go out and get the groceries for me, will you?"
Vegeta stared at the paper and growled. "If you'll stop hounding me about it every week." Then he trailed off. "Alright. But you owe me big, Bulma." He grabbed the paper away. "I'll go later. Now go get that ugly robe off." Bulma scowled. "FINE." She said, and stormed back into their room.
"You'd think SHE was the one who was pregnant." Vegeta growled as he walked down the stairs. He had gotten about 2 stairs down when Rehmon zipped past him, adjusting his tie. "Gotta run!" He exclaimed. He went to the door and slammed it, leaving Vegeta to look after him.
Rehmon got outside to his Silver Convertible and was about to open the door, when his eyes fell on his red Harley Davidson motorcycle. "Gosh, how I wish that I could ride that to work." He said. "But if I do, I'll ruin my suit and my hair.Instead I have to ride in this boring convertible- and with the top up, too!" He opened the door and sat down at the wheel.
After turning the key, he looked at all the idiot lights (The ones that blink if your brakes are going out or if your car is stalling) and made sure none of them were on. But he did look at his gas meter-and it was on near empty. "Hey!" He said. "I filled it up right before I came home yesterday!" He grabbed a gas can, went around back, and filled it about halfway full. "That should last me to work." It was about an hour drive. So he got behind the wheel and drove off-but every once in a while his car would do this jerky thing.
Vegeta looked at the Grocery list. It told him where everything was and the price it should be. 'If they try to charge you more, you raise hell!' Bulma had told him. He had shrugged, thinking that it wasn't a proper situation to quote, 'raise hell'. Vegeta was pulling on some orange socks and was gonna put his boots over them. He hated the socks, but hey, they would be better. Nobody would be able to see them with his pants pulled down over them, anyway.
Vegeta scowled at the way his boots were a little bit scuffed up, but decided getting the groceries was the most important priority there was right now. Maybe Bulma would shut up about him never helping out around the house? He smiled at the thought, and grabbed some money off the dresser, about 150 dollars. That's what their groceries usually cost.
"I'm going out now!" Vegeta said, walking through the living room with the list in his hands. Bra was lying on the couch, groaning and rubbing her stomach. "What's the matter?" Vegeta asked. Bra winced. "It's the baby. It hurts more than normal today." Vegeta was puzzled and a little bit scared for his daughter's safety. "If it gets too bad, go to the hospital." Vegeta said. "I wouldn't want to lose the baby after spending all that money on clothes and remodeling that one room next to you and Rehmon's that you say will be his." Vegeta had a slight frown remembering the workers that had come over and completely renovated the room in disgusting Winnie the Pooh décor.
"Hey, can you do a favor for me?" Bra asked. Vegeta nodded. "As long as it can be done while doing the grocery shopping for Bulma." Bra nodded. "Yes, I think it can. Can you take Kasai with you? Rehmon's terrified of him now and won't do it (The dragon was the size of a truck) and I'm too HUGE and in pain to do it! You're the only one who can!" Vegeta looked out at the dragon on the porch. It looked horribly miserable.
He took a deep breath. "Fine, but I'll have to tie him up outside when I go in the store. I don't think anyone with bother him, though." Bra nodded because she didn't think so, either.
Vegeta was walking down the sidewalk with a dragon the size of a truck. He was very unhappy to be doing this, and he didn't mind making it known as he plowed through people and their dogs. One man had the nerve to shriek, 'Get off the sidewalk, ya jack*ss!' and Vegeta had knocked him into a brick wall. He was in a horrific mood.
Rehmon shifted the gear of his car, trying to make it run better. He was on a deserted road on the way to work, and his car was slowing to 50.40.30.. And dropping. He figured it was the starter, and he hoped it would last him the 10 miles it still was to work. He doubted it, but it was possible.
He was getting ready to pull over and let the engine rest when his cell phone rang. Rehmon had a deep detest of people who talked on their cell phones while trying to drive. Even though hardly any cars passed this deserted road at all, he still didn't want to use it. But when he looked down at the flashing blue screen, he saw it was from home. He picked it up and held it to his ear, watching the speedometer and the fuel gage the entire time. "Hello?" He said, slightly irritated. They knew he hated getting cell phone calls in his car. "Yes?" Said a familiar voice. "It's Bulma! I have great news.. And not so great news at the same time, Rehmon!" She sounded exasperated and kind of scared. "What is it?" he asked, worried about everything at home. Trunks being mad.. Bra Being pregnant.a dragon the size of a Ford.Anything could happen. "Bra went into labor!" Rehmon stomped on his breaks, almost whacking his mouth of dazzling teeth on the dashboard. "What?" He roared. "She's not supposed to go into labor for 2 months! If she goes into labor now, the baby could die! There could be things wrong with it!" Bulma was breathing hard now. "I know, but the ambulance took her to the hospital. I'm on the way there right now!" Rehmon floored the gas pedal and turned around sharply. "I'm heading there! She's in the West City hospital, right?" His pulse was quickening and he was beginning to worry. He felt like crying.
"Yes, she is. I have to go, because I'm there. I'll call you if anything happens." And she hung up. A million things raced through Rehmon's brain, which he stated out loud. "Two months pre-mature? All kinds of things could be wrong with him! With MY child! Missing fingers.missing toes.. Mental problems.ANYTHING!" He bashed on the wheel, not noticing the ALT idiot light coming on.
"Not to mention Bra herself! She could bleed too much. she might be too small to birth a baby.She could die! Lots of women still die at childbirth! And I'm the one who f*cked her and made her pregnant!" He started cussing and bashing on the dashboard, and he noticed the ALT light blinking right before his car stalled.
Vegeta was walking along the sidewalk toward the grocery. Or, actually, behind it. He was so tired of people pushing him, that he had decided to take the alleyways to the grocery. They were dirty, dank, and full of robbers, but hey, he could take it. And there were no people here except for a few lonely old bums. But Vegeta didn't feel they would bother him, because of Kasai.
Vegeta was almost to the grocery when his phone began to vibrate. "What the--?" He said, before remembering it. He growled. He hated these cell phone things, but Bulma insisted that every member of the household should have one, to stay in touch with each other. Bulma was the only one who knew his cell phone number, so he snatched it up.
"Hello, Bulma!" He snapped. "What, is there something I forgot on my list? Some nasty dried vegetable?" Then he became alarmed. It sounded like Bulma was sort of sobbing.and she was breathing hard. "Bulma?" Vegeta asked. "What's the matter? Are you all right? Do you need help?" Bulma sobbed a little more.
"Hello, Vegeta. Bra's in labor."
"WHAT? She's not due for 2 months! That can't be true!"
"Well, it is. I need you to come here to the hospital as soon as possible!"
Vegeta struggled to keep himself calm. "Okay.. Okay.I'll be there as soon as I can. Hang in there." He hung up the phone and looked around. "No cars! No people! No flying in public!" He was panicking now, just like he had when Bulma had gone into labor. He whipped his head around. "Even if there was transportation, nobody has a truck big enough to carry a dragon who is as big as a truck himself! What to do, what to do!" He ran around in crazy circles, and then his eyes fell on Kasai himself. "You." Vegeta said, slowly. "I could always fly on you." He stared at Kasai thoughtfully, then he backed off. "NO way! You scare me. Nuh uh." He crossed his arms. But then his eyes crept back on the dragon. "My only daughter IS in labor.and 2 months early, at that!" He slowly walked over to Kasai.
"UM, could you help.me?" He asked. Kasai looked at him with a yellow eye. "UM, I need to get to the hospital."
But then, something struck Vegeta. Why was he asking the dragon for permission? He gulped, grabbed its wing, and hurled himself up. "Okay.Go." He said. Kasai didn't move. "UP, up and away." He said. Kasai still didn't budge. Then, Vegeta remembered what Rehmon had said (Rehmon, He thought, Where is he? This is his child) About Kasai listening better if you didn't act scared of him. So Vegeta sucked in air and applied a swift kick to eat side of Kasai. Kasai groaned and snorted, then turned around and snapped at Vegeta. Vegeta whapped him on the nose. "Now you take me to the hospital, you dirty b*st*rd!" Vegeta was very pleased with the results. Hitting, abusing and yelling at the creature did work. It had shot off in the air really fast.
"Now go to the hospital!" Vegeta yelled at it. "And if you don't, I'll smother you with a throw pillow!" Then he leaned back and enjoyed the scenery.
"D*mn it!" Rehmon said, bashing the car hood with a hand. It wouldn't start. "The starter's out." He said, and leaned against it. "My girlfriend is in labor with my son and my car crapped out." He ran a hand through his dark hair and let air out through his bottom lip. "What will I do? If I fly, and I'm seen, I'll be in huge trouble." He bashed the car again. "But then again, If I don't get there fast, I might miss the birth of Landon!" He looked up in the sky. "Oh, Kai, please let me get there on time!" Then he applied swift kicks to his car's rear left wheel.
Another downside of flying was that he would leave his expensive car behind. All a thief had to do was come along with a pair of jumper cables (Which Rehmon didn't have) and jump it off, take off in his new shiny Mercedes Roadster and be happy. Rehmon loved his car, contrary to popular belief, and he didn't want a thief to steal it.
He was sitting on the ground, leaning against his car, smoking a cigarette and moping when his cell phone rang again. He picked it up. "Yes? What's happening, Bulma?"
"You'd better hurry and get here! The doc said it won't be long, now!"
"My car broke down and I can't leave it-"
"FOOK the darn car, Rehmon! Just get over here NOW!"
"Well, you try leaving your Mercedes-"
"VEGETA'S HERE! Why can't you be?"
That was all Rehmon needed to hear. He hung the phone up, locked up his car the best he could, and took off.
Vegeta had arrived on Kasai, in which the flight had gone pretty well, and now he was waiting in the waiting room. Bra had to be doing this alone because Rehmon wasn't here, and only the father of the child could go in the room with the person having the baby. Vegeta wouldn't have wanted to go in there anyway. He hadn't gone in there for Bra's birth, because Trunks' had been enough. It was nasty and bloody.
Bulma was going into hysterics. "What if the child has Autism? What if he's missing fingers and toes? What if he's missing a vertebrae and can't walk? What if Bra dies?" It was annoying Vegeta. "What if I shoot you with an elephant rifle?" He asked Bulma. She stared at him, and her eyes teared up. "I can't believe you would say that to me at a time like this!" She said. Then she ran and collapsed into Vegeta, sobbing into his shirt. "Get offa me, you mess!" He said. She didn't. Vegeta didn't say anything else, but he was very embarrassed.
He was about to stand up and shout, when Rehmon clambered in. HE was a windblown mess. His hair was everywhere, and there were rips in his shirt. "Where do I go?" He asked. "Room 217, new mother's ward." Bulma sobbed. Rehmon ran down the halls, in a sort of eerie way. We won't discuss what was going on in that room. (And no, if you've ever seen 'The Shining', there was no dead woman in the bathtub, even if it was room 217).
"That's not fair!" Bulma said. "I'm her mother and I should be able to see her having my grandson!" She was sitting in Veggie's lap and kept sobbing hysterically. "Do we needa leave the hospital?" He asked. "Get a Latte or something?" Bulma shook her head. "No way, Vegeta!" She said. "She's having her baby! We can't leave here!" Vegeta shrugged. "All right, even though labor can take up to 1 day. I'll bet there's no baby for-"
"Mr. and Mrs. Briefs, you can come in the room now." A doctor said. "What?" Bulma asked. "We're not allowed while she's having it. The head doctor told us!" "That's because she's finished having it." The doctor said in a rude tone. Vegeta flipped him off and was left in the dust as Bulma ran to the ward to see Bra and the baby. Vegeta clambered after her.
Rehmon was fainted on the floor. Nurses were trying to recover him with smelling salts, but it wouldn't work. Bra was sitting up in her bed. She looked tired and weary, but she managed a small smile. "Hello." She croaked. "Rehmon's out." Bulma nodded and took her hand. "How are you?" She asked. "Fine." Bra replied. She laid her head back on the pillow. "They won't let me see my baby yet because he's pre-mature. They said that after they examine him they would let me see him. I haven't even had a glimpse of him! They carted him away as soon as it was over and haven't let me officialize his name yet." Vegeta nodded. "That's how it is. They are making sure everything is there and that he's not autistic."
Bra nodded and closed her eyes as Rehmon popped up. "Is he born?" He asked. Bra nodded. Rehmon kissed her. "Oh, wow.. But I missed it! I fainted, and I missed it!" He beat on the table with a fist. "It's alright." Bra said quietly. "I haven't even seen him yet." Rehmon was very angry. "I'm going to march right up to them and tell them just what I think about that!"
They managed to calm Rehmon down, especially when they wheeled in the baby for the first time. Everyone gaped in a silent surprise, not even breathing-then looked at Vegeta.
The baby looked just like a tiny Vegeta. It's hair was spiked like fire, in exactly the same style as Vegeta, it's skin was a tad dark (like his father's, darker than Vegeta's) and his hair was coal black. His eyes were birth blue, but they would turn black, Vegeta sure. His eyes were VERY HUGE like Bra's. But he was very, very tiny. He was only 3 pounds and 5 ounces, but the doctors were happy to announce that he was perfectly normal baby. Nothing was wrong with him, which was seen in only 1 in every 700 premature births.
"He's so cute!" One nurse said. Bra was holding him closely, smiling for pictures being snapped. Even with his eyes closed and still being all wrinkly from birth, they could still tell that the baby was adorable. It was a MINI-VEGETA. So similar to Vegeta in every way (except his eyes were a tad larger) that Vegeta could have called him MINI-ME.
"Now you have to say his name." The nurse said. Bra told the nurse his name, which was Landon Briefs. (Sorry, I forgot the middle name he was going to have. I'll look it up later.) The nurse wrote it down. "He's so small, you'll have to buy his diapers from the hospital for a while. We supply a few outfits, bottles, 1 pacifier and a heartbeat bear to all the new mothers. I hope you have all the other stuff you'll need at home." Bra nodded. "We do."
"You can take the baby home in 2 weeks, if nothing shows wrong with it." The nurse said. She said they could keep the baby in the room for about 30 more minutes, and then she would have to take him back to the nursery. Everyone took turns holding Landon, except Vegeta, who was a little scared of it because he was so tiny.
After their 30 minutes were up and the baby was taken away, everyone was sad. "I called Trunks over 2 hours ago!" Bulma said. "So inconsiderate!" She stormed out. "Did that.. hurt?" Rehmon asked suddenly. He was sitting on the bed.
"Of course it hurt!" Bra said. "What did you think, that it tickled?" Rehmon drew back. "No, I didn't. I just wanted to know. I'm going to the nursery now to look at all the other babies." He walked out.
"What a nice father! Goes to look at other babies when his son was just born!" Bra said. Vegeta got angry. "Hey, He's a NEW daddy! He doesn't know how to do any of this stuff, remember? He's probably off thinking about how he's going to handle this stuff." Bra nodded. "I wonder if he wants to get married now. We have a child, so.maybe, that's the right thing to do." Vegeta and Bulma were silent.
"Gosh." Rehmon said, as he looked at all the other babies, and his, in the nursery. "I was looking forward to the baby having my great looks, and it favors Vegeta!" He was a little mad about that. "Well.Vegeta isn't without some good looks, but mine are greater!" He stared at Landon, who was sucking his thumb even though he was only 2 hours old. "This is an awfully strong baby for his age!" A nurse told Rehmon. "Your lucky! He can already hold his head up and everything!"
Rehmon flashed a fake smile. "Yes, but it will be a while until his eyes are open and he sits up." He said. "That's what I'll be waiting for. And he's strong because he's ¾ Saiyan, stupid." Then he remembered that she had no idea what a Saiyan was. He decided it would be best to leave.
As he was walking down the hall, he thought, 'Should I get married now? I mean, I have a kid. Maybe I should?' But then he thought, 'Would the marriage last? Do I love Bra?' He wasn't sure about anything right now. But if he didn't ask Bra to marry him, Vegeta and Bulma would be angry. They would say that he just had the child for someone to train, and that wasn't true at all. Rehmon hadn't planned the child or anything. Not that he didn't want him, he just wasn't planned. Rehmon thought that he was still to young to have a kid at 23. and Bra was only 16! She was way too young! All at once Rehmon felt terrible for getting her pregnant, and very tired. He had a whole lot to think about.
"They say I have to go home tomorrow!" Bra said. "And Landon has to stay here for 2 weeks!" She was sobbing. "I don't want to go home without him!" Vegeta shrugged. "They'll let you come up here once or twice a day to see him." He said. Bulma nodded. "Yes, they will. And you'll be able to hold him longer." Bra sniffed. "All right, all right. But I won't like it one bit."
The door swung open and Rehmon entered. "Hi!" Bra said. "Hey, babe." Said Rehmon, without much enthusiasm. "How are ya?" "I'm fine." Bra said. "A little tired is all. They say I have to go home tomorrow, but we can see Landon for about 2 hours each day." Rehmon was slightly angered at the fact that they weren't going to let Landon come home for 2 weeks, but it was a good cause. They were making sure that nothing was wrong with the child.
The next day, Bra packed all her bags up, and set out for home. She hated leaving the baby there. "The baby looks like me." Vegeta said, on the way home. "He'll be the Greatest Saiyan Warrior alive just like me, too." Vegeta was driving the Ferrari. Bulma had flown home on Kasai, because someone needed to take him home and Rehmon or Vegeta wouldn't go near him unless it was absolutely necessary.
"He doesn't favor me at all." Rehmon grumbled. He and Bra were sitting in the back seat. "Yes he does." Bra said, giving Rehmon's hand a squeeze. "He has your skin tone and it looks like he has your build. He'll be tall and thin like you instead of short and thin like Papa." Vegeta growled. "Yeah, but all his facial features look like Vegeta's. Even his hair!" Vegeta nodded. "But we'll have to get rid of those spiky bangs." Vegeta said. (I know some kids aren't born with hair, but my twin sister and me were born with full heads of hair. So this baby was, too) "No we won't!" bra barked. "I want him to be a little unique from you! Besides, I've seen some pictures of you when you were a kid, and you had bangs!" Vegeta was silent.
"I think he has your eyes." Rehmon said. "They're birth-blue right now, but maybe they'll turn black. They're big like yours." Bra nodded. "Yep. I know." And then they pulled into Capsule Corp.
Bra was sorting through clothes for the baby to wear when Trunks came in. "When did you say he gets to come home?" He asked. Bra was very mad at Trunks for not having come to see the baby. "2 weeks." Bra snapped, "But not like you care."
Trunks shuffled his feet. "I'm sorry I wasn't there, sis. I was really busy with Fifi and all." Bra snorted; and ugly, disgusting noise. "So your little Hawaiian girl is more important than your nephew?" Trunks shook his head no. "No, but..when mother called me, I was really busy." Bra just pushed past Trunks and exited.
THE NEXT CHAPPIE TAKES PLACE A MONTH AFTER THIS ONE, OR 2 WEEKS AFTER LANDON COMES HOME, AIGHT? REVIEW!!
***I'm trying to decide if I will make a part 2 to this story. If you think I should, email me at Blurubberduckie1@aol.com. Note that there is no 'e' In 'blue' at the beginning of the s/n, because it would not fit. Make sure you subject the email 'my vote' or I will NOT open it because I will think it is junk mail. If you want, include some things you want to happen in the part 2. I have a little writer's block. ***
Maria s., I'm guessing I can't send mail to you on my s/n or something like that, because it won't work any way I try it. Maybe create a Yahoo account (They're free) and I'll try to send it to you there, it might work. I usually have problems e-mailing anyone who uses a Netscape account.
Bra, at 7 months pregnant, was beginning to feel the agony her mother had talked about so much. She was constantly in pain, and she was terrified that it wasn't normal. And Rehmon was being a work-o-holic, whereas he worked himself ragged. Bra told him they didn't need the money and he could lay off a bit, but he loved his job as a lawyer and felt he needed to be doing something to help. Kasai now had to stay out in the yard, tied up, in a muzzle, because of his attack on Vegeta. Vegeta exaggerated it greatly every time it was told. Bra was depressed about having to keep him out like that, but if he attacked her stomach, the baby would die.
The baby was always kicking; it never failed. It was a very restless child. Several times, Bra felt like punching her stomach to make it shut up. It was more than half saiyan. Maybe that was why. "When the baby is 2 years old, we're going to start training it." Vegeta said to Rehmon. The 2 men, who weren't buddies but getting there fast, were talking over a game of chess. Vegeta hated the game and didn't know why he was playing it. Rehmon hated it even more. "Oh no no no." Bra said. "Not 2. Not 3. Not even 4, by god. 5." Vegeta and Rehmon gaped at each other. "Not the type of training we do! I mean like in only 100 times gravity!" Rehmon spat. Vegeta nodded.
"Yeah, I trained Trunks at 2!"
"But mother didn't want you to, did she, Papa?"
Vegeta was silent for a while. "Well, no, but I did it anyway. She didn't object. Trunks just cried a whole lot for the first month. Achy muscles, I suppose." He took a drink of beer. "Well, I don't want to go through crying for a month. I'm his mother, I should have a say in this." Rehmon was getting very angry, but he tried to hold his horrible temper in check. "Bra, babe, he's my son, too. You don't have all the say." Bra made an evil smile come to her lips. "Well, your not the one who is going to stay at home and watch the child while you go to work!"
Rehmon was silent, the argument won, but he stuck his tongue out at Bra. That was a huge mistake because Bra was just so moody. She grabbed Rehmon's wet tongue with her fingernails. It was painful. "If you don't show me some respect I'll rip your tongue out!" He nodded. When she still didn't let go, Rehmon flared his ki and knocked her backwards.
Vegeta, who feared for Landon's sake, zipped behind Bra and caught her. He flashed a dirty look at Rehmon but said nothing. "Your mean." Bra said, and she waddled off. Rehmon snorted and stared at the black and red chessboard.
"NO NO NO! STUPID UGLY FAG!" Trunks cried. Vegeta heard him through the door, bashing on his table with a fist. Vegeta also heard the expensive mahogany table splinter, then split in half. "Jesus pleesus, Trunks!" Vegeta called through the door. "Sorry!" Trunks said. "I have some wood glue! I'll fix it!" He sounded grim and angry, and it was then that Vegeta realized that he hadn't seen much of Trunks for the last month. "And what's been eating you lately?" Trunks made a sigh through the door, Vegeta heard him kick his dog aside, and he opened the door. "It's Fifi. She's been angry with me, and just now I saw her walking down the street with Goten!" The fury in his face was obvious; his normally tanned face was now flushed and red.
"It's alright, son. Goten's ugly. She'll come around, sooner or later." But Trunks wasn't so sure. "Whatever you say, father." And he closed his door. Vegeta shrugged and walked away, then he looked at the clock. "Be a little quieter!" He added to Trunks. "It's only 9 A.M and your mother is still asleep!"
Vegeta heard a gasp from the living room. "9-0-clock? No way!" It was Rehmon's voice. "I'm late for work!" Vegeta heard him trounce up the stairs to put his suit on. Then he heard Bulma's yelling voice. "Funny how Trunks was being too loud, but YOU'RE the one who work me up!" She said. Her yelling voice was devilish. She came out of the room.
Her hair was everywhere from sleeping, and she was clad in a really ugly robe that Vegeta detested. It was ugly and had holes. "Er-sorry. Why don't you go and put some better clothes on." Bulma walked up to Vegeta. "Shut up! If you don't like it, go lock yourself in a closet somewhere!" Then she pulled a yellow folded piece of paper out of her pocket. "Here, Vegeta-grocery list! Go out and get the groceries for me, will you?"
Vegeta stared at the paper and growled. "If you'll stop hounding me about it every week." Then he trailed off. "Alright. But you owe me big, Bulma." He grabbed the paper away. "I'll go later. Now go get that ugly robe off." Bulma scowled. "FINE." She said, and stormed back into their room.
"You'd think SHE was the one who was pregnant." Vegeta growled as he walked down the stairs. He had gotten about 2 stairs down when Rehmon zipped past him, adjusting his tie. "Gotta run!" He exclaimed. He went to the door and slammed it, leaving Vegeta to look after him.
Rehmon got outside to his Silver Convertible and was about to open the door, when his eyes fell on his red Harley Davidson motorcycle. "Gosh, how I wish that I could ride that to work." He said. "But if I do, I'll ruin my suit and my hair.Instead I have to ride in this boring convertible- and with the top up, too!" He opened the door and sat down at the wheel.
After turning the key, he looked at all the idiot lights (The ones that blink if your brakes are going out or if your car is stalling) and made sure none of them were on. But he did look at his gas meter-and it was on near empty. "Hey!" He said. "I filled it up right before I came home yesterday!" He grabbed a gas can, went around back, and filled it about halfway full. "That should last me to work." It was about an hour drive. So he got behind the wheel and drove off-but every once in a while his car would do this jerky thing.
Vegeta looked at the Grocery list. It told him where everything was and the price it should be. 'If they try to charge you more, you raise hell!' Bulma had told him. He had shrugged, thinking that it wasn't a proper situation to quote, 'raise hell'. Vegeta was pulling on some orange socks and was gonna put his boots over them. He hated the socks, but hey, they would be better. Nobody would be able to see them with his pants pulled down over them, anyway.
Vegeta scowled at the way his boots were a little bit scuffed up, but decided getting the groceries was the most important priority there was right now. Maybe Bulma would shut up about him never helping out around the house? He smiled at the thought, and grabbed some money off the dresser, about 150 dollars. That's what their groceries usually cost.
"I'm going out now!" Vegeta said, walking through the living room with the list in his hands. Bra was lying on the couch, groaning and rubbing her stomach. "What's the matter?" Vegeta asked. Bra winced. "It's the baby. It hurts more than normal today." Vegeta was puzzled and a little bit scared for his daughter's safety. "If it gets too bad, go to the hospital." Vegeta said. "I wouldn't want to lose the baby after spending all that money on clothes and remodeling that one room next to you and Rehmon's that you say will be his." Vegeta had a slight frown remembering the workers that had come over and completely renovated the room in disgusting Winnie the Pooh décor.
"Hey, can you do a favor for me?" Bra asked. Vegeta nodded. "As long as it can be done while doing the grocery shopping for Bulma." Bra nodded. "Yes, I think it can. Can you take Kasai with you? Rehmon's terrified of him now and won't do it (The dragon was the size of a truck) and I'm too HUGE and in pain to do it! You're the only one who can!" Vegeta looked out at the dragon on the porch. It looked horribly miserable.
He took a deep breath. "Fine, but I'll have to tie him up outside when I go in the store. I don't think anyone with bother him, though." Bra nodded because she didn't think so, either.
Vegeta was walking down the sidewalk with a dragon the size of a truck. He was very unhappy to be doing this, and he didn't mind making it known as he plowed through people and their dogs. One man had the nerve to shriek, 'Get off the sidewalk, ya jack*ss!' and Vegeta had knocked him into a brick wall. He was in a horrific mood.
Rehmon shifted the gear of his car, trying to make it run better. He was on a deserted road on the way to work, and his car was slowing to 50.40.30.. And dropping. He figured it was the starter, and he hoped it would last him the 10 miles it still was to work. He doubted it, but it was possible.
He was getting ready to pull over and let the engine rest when his cell phone rang. Rehmon had a deep detest of people who talked on their cell phones while trying to drive. Even though hardly any cars passed this deserted road at all, he still didn't want to use it. But when he looked down at the flashing blue screen, he saw it was from home. He picked it up and held it to his ear, watching the speedometer and the fuel gage the entire time. "Hello?" He said, slightly irritated. They knew he hated getting cell phone calls in his car. "Yes?" Said a familiar voice. "It's Bulma! I have great news.. And not so great news at the same time, Rehmon!" She sounded exasperated and kind of scared. "What is it?" he asked, worried about everything at home. Trunks being mad.. Bra Being pregnant.a dragon the size of a Ford.Anything could happen. "Bra went into labor!" Rehmon stomped on his breaks, almost whacking his mouth of dazzling teeth on the dashboard. "What?" He roared. "She's not supposed to go into labor for 2 months! If she goes into labor now, the baby could die! There could be things wrong with it!" Bulma was breathing hard now. "I know, but the ambulance took her to the hospital. I'm on the way there right now!" Rehmon floored the gas pedal and turned around sharply. "I'm heading there! She's in the West City hospital, right?" His pulse was quickening and he was beginning to worry. He felt like crying.
"Yes, she is. I have to go, because I'm there. I'll call you if anything happens." And she hung up. A million things raced through Rehmon's brain, which he stated out loud. "Two months pre-mature? All kinds of things could be wrong with him! With MY child! Missing fingers.missing toes.. Mental problems.ANYTHING!" He bashed on the wheel, not noticing the ALT idiot light coming on.
"Not to mention Bra herself! She could bleed too much. she might be too small to birth a baby.She could die! Lots of women still die at childbirth! And I'm the one who f*cked her and made her pregnant!" He started cussing and bashing on the dashboard, and he noticed the ALT light blinking right before his car stalled.
Vegeta was walking along the sidewalk toward the grocery. Or, actually, behind it. He was so tired of people pushing him, that he had decided to take the alleyways to the grocery. They were dirty, dank, and full of robbers, but hey, he could take it. And there were no people here except for a few lonely old bums. But Vegeta didn't feel they would bother him, because of Kasai.
Vegeta was almost to the grocery when his phone began to vibrate. "What the--?" He said, before remembering it. He growled. He hated these cell phone things, but Bulma insisted that every member of the household should have one, to stay in touch with each other. Bulma was the only one who knew his cell phone number, so he snatched it up.
"Hello, Bulma!" He snapped. "What, is there something I forgot on my list? Some nasty dried vegetable?" Then he became alarmed. It sounded like Bulma was sort of sobbing.and she was breathing hard. "Bulma?" Vegeta asked. "What's the matter? Are you all right? Do you need help?" Bulma sobbed a little more.
"Hello, Vegeta. Bra's in labor."
"WHAT? She's not due for 2 months! That can't be true!"
"Well, it is. I need you to come here to the hospital as soon as possible!"
Vegeta struggled to keep himself calm. "Okay.. Okay.I'll be there as soon as I can. Hang in there." He hung up the phone and looked around. "No cars! No people! No flying in public!" He was panicking now, just like he had when Bulma had gone into labor. He whipped his head around. "Even if there was transportation, nobody has a truck big enough to carry a dragon who is as big as a truck himself! What to do, what to do!" He ran around in crazy circles, and then his eyes fell on Kasai himself. "You." Vegeta said, slowly. "I could always fly on you." He stared at Kasai thoughtfully, then he backed off. "NO way! You scare me. Nuh uh." He crossed his arms. But then his eyes crept back on the dragon. "My only daughter IS in labor.and 2 months early, at that!" He slowly walked over to Kasai.
"UM, could you help.me?" He asked. Kasai looked at him with a yellow eye. "UM, I need to get to the hospital."
But then, something struck Vegeta. Why was he asking the dragon for permission? He gulped, grabbed its wing, and hurled himself up. "Okay.Go." He said. Kasai didn't move. "UP, up and away." He said. Kasai still didn't budge. Then, Vegeta remembered what Rehmon had said (Rehmon, He thought, Where is he? This is his child) About Kasai listening better if you didn't act scared of him. So Vegeta sucked in air and applied a swift kick to eat side of Kasai. Kasai groaned and snorted, then turned around and snapped at Vegeta. Vegeta whapped him on the nose. "Now you take me to the hospital, you dirty b*st*rd!" Vegeta was very pleased with the results. Hitting, abusing and yelling at the creature did work. It had shot off in the air really fast.
"Now go to the hospital!" Vegeta yelled at it. "And if you don't, I'll smother you with a throw pillow!" Then he leaned back and enjoyed the scenery.
"D*mn it!" Rehmon said, bashing the car hood with a hand. It wouldn't start. "The starter's out." He said, and leaned against it. "My girlfriend is in labor with my son and my car crapped out." He ran a hand through his dark hair and let air out through his bottom lip. "What will I do? If I fly, and I'm seen, I'll be in huge trouble." He bashed the car again. "But then again, If I don't get there fast, I might miss the birth of Landon!" He looked up in the sky. "Oh, Kai, please let me get there on time!" Then he applied swift kicks to his car's rear left wheel.
Another downside of flying was that he would leave his expensive car behind. All a thief had to do was come along with a pair of jumper cables (Which Rehmon didn't have) and jump it off, take off in his new shiny Mercedes Roadster and be happy. Rehmon loved his car, contrary to popular belief, and he didn't want a thief to steal it.
He was sitting on the ground, leaning against his car, smoking a cigarette and moping when his cell phone rang again. He picked it up. "Yes? What's happening, Bulma?"
"You'd better hurry and get here! The doc said it won't be long, now!"
"My car broke down and I can't leave it-"
"FOOK the darn car, Rehmon! Just get over here NOW!"
"Well, you try leaving your Mercedes-"
"VEGETA'S HERE! Why can't you be?"
That was all Rehmon needed to hear. He hung the phone up, locked up his car the best he could, and took off.
Vegeta had arrived on Kasai, in which the flight had gone pretty well, and now he was waiting in the waiting room. Bra had to be doing this alone because Rehmon wasn't here, and only the father of the child could go in the room with the person having the baby. Vegeta wouldn't have wanted to go in there anyway. He hadn't gone in there for Bra's birth, because Trunks' had been enough. It was nasty and bloody.
Bulma was going into hysterics. "What if the child has Autism? What if he's missing fingers and toes? What if he's missing a vertebrae and can't walk? What if Bra dies?" It was annoying Vegeta. "What if I shoot you with an elephant rifle?" He asked Bulma. She stared at him, and her eyes teared up. "I can't believe you would say that to me at a time like this!" She said. Then she ran and collapsed into Vegeta, sobbing into his shirt. "Get offa me, you mess!" He said. She didn't. Vegeta didn't say anything else, but he was very embarrassed.
He was about to stand up and shout, when Rehmon clambered in. HE was a windblown mess. His hair was everywhere, and there were rips in his shirt. "Where do I go?" He asked. "Room 217, new mother's ward." Bulma sobbed. Rehmon ran down the halls, in a sort of eerie way. We won't discuss what was going on in that room. (And no, if you've ever seen 'The Shining', there was no dead woman in the bathtub, even if it was room 217).
"That's not fair!" Bulma said. "I'm her mother and I should be able to see her having my grandson!" She was sitting in Veggie's lap and kept sobbing hysterically. "Do we needa leave the hospital?" He asked. "Get a Latte or something?" Bulma shook her head. "No way, Vegeta!" She said. "She's having her baby! We can't leave here!" Vegeta shrugged. "All right, even though labor can take up to 1 day. I'll bet there's no baby for-"
"Mr. and Mrs. Briefs, you can come in the room now." A doctor said. "What?" Bulma asked. "We're not allowed while she's having it. The head doctor told us!" "That's because she's finished having it." The doctor said in a rude tone. Vegeta flipped him off and was left in the dust as Bulma ran to the ward to see Bra and the baby. Vegeta clambered after her.
Rehmon was fainted on the floor. Nurses were trying to recover him with smelling salts, but it wouldn't work. Bra was sitting up in her bed. She looked tired and weary, but she managed a small smile. "Hello." She croaked. "Rehmon's out." Bulma nodded and took her hand. "How are you?" She asked. "Fine." Bra replied. She laid her head back on the pillow. "They won't let me see my baby yet because he's pre-mature. They said that after they examine him they would let me see him. I haven't even had a glimpse of him! They carted him away as soon as it was over and haven't let me officialize his name yet." Vegeta nodded. "That's how it is. They are making sure everything is there and that he's not autistic."
Bra nodded and closed her eyes as Rehmon popped up. "Is he born?" He asked. Bra nodded. Rehmon kissed her. "Oh, wow.. But I missed it! I fainted, and I missed it!" He beat on the table with a fist. "It's alright." Bra said quietly. "I haven't even seen him yet." Rehmon was very angry. "I'm going to march right up to them and tell them just what I think about that!"
They managed to calm Rehmon down, especially when they wheeled in the baby for the first time. Everyone gaped in a silent surprise, not even breathing-then looked at Vegeta.
The baby looked just like a tiny Vegeta. It's hair was spiked like fire, in exactly the same style as Vegeta, it's skin was a tad dark (like his father's, darker than Vegeta's) and his hair was coal black. His eyes were birth blue, but they would turn black, Vegeta sure. His eyes were VERY HUGE like Bra's. But he was very, very tiny. He was only 3 pounds and 5 ounces, but the doctors were happy to announce that he was perfectly normal baby. Nothing was wrong with him, which was seen in only 1 in every 700 premature births.
"He's so cute!" One nurse said. Bra was holding him closely, smiling for pictures being snapped. Even with his eyes closed and still being all wrinkly from birth, they could still tell that the baby was adorable. It was a MINI-VEGETA. So similar to Vegeta in every way (except his eyes were a tad larger) that Vegeta could have called him MINI-ME.
"Now you have to say his name." The nurse said. Bra told the nurse his name, which was Landon Briefs. (Sorry, I forgot the middle name he was going to have. I'll look it up later.) The nurse wrote it down. "He's so small, you'll have to buy his diapers from the hospital for a while. We supply a few outfits, bottles, 1 pacifier and a heartbeat bear to all the new mothers. I hope you have all the other stuff you'll need at home." Bra nodded. "We do."
"You can take the baby home in 2 weeks, if nothing shows wrong with it." The nurse said. She said they could keep the baby in the room for about 30 more minutes, and then she would have to take him back to the nursery. Everyone took turns holding Landon, except Vegeta, who was a little scared of it because he was so tiny.
After their 30 minutes were up and the baby was taken away, everyone was sad. "I called Trunks over 2 hours ago!" Bulma said. "So inconsiderate!" She stormed out. "Did that.. hurt?" Rehmon asked suddenly. He was sitting on the bed.
"Of course it hurt!" Bra said. "What did you think, that it tickled?" Rehmon drew back. "No, I didn't. I just wanted to know. I'm going to the nursery now to look at all the other babies." He walked out.
"What a nice father! Goes to look at other babies when his son was just born!" Bra said. Vegeta got angry. "Hey, He's a NEW daddy! He doesn't know how to do any of this stuff, remember? He's probably off thinking about how he's going to handle this stuff." Bra nodded. "I wonder if he wants to get married now. We have a child, so.maybe, that's the right thing to do." Vegeta and Bulma were silent.
"Gosh." Rehmon said, as he looked at all the other babies, and his, in the nursery. "I was looking forward to the baby having my great looks, and it favors Vegeta!" He was a little mad about that. "Well.Vegeta isn't without some good looks, but mine are greater!" He stared at Landon, who was sucking his thumb even though he was only 2 hours old. "This is an awfully strong baby for his age!" A nurse told Rehmon. "Your lucky! He can already hold his head up and everything!"
Rehmon flashed a fake smile. "Yes, but it will be a while until his eyes are open and he sits up." He said. "That's what I'll be waiting for. And he's strong because he's ¾ Saiyan, stupid." Then he remembered that she had no idea what a Saiyan was. He decided it would be best to leave.
As he was walking down the hall, he thought, 'Should I get married now? I mean, I have a kid. Maybe I should?' But then he thought, 'Would the marriage last? Do I love Bra?' He wasn't sure about anything right now. But if he didn't ask Bra to marry him, Vegeta and Bulma would be angry. They would say that he just had the child for someone to train, and that wasn't true at all. Rehmon hadn't planned the child or anything. Not that he didn't want him, he just wasn't planned. Rehmon thought that he was still to young to have a kid at 23. and Bra was only 16! She was way too young! All at once Rehmon felt terrible for getting her pregnant, and very tired. He had a whole lot to think about.
"They say I have to go home tomorrow!" Bra said. "And Landon has to stay here for 2 weeks!" She was sobbing. "I don't want to go home without him!" Vegeta shrugged. "They'll let you come up here once or twice a day to see him." He said. Bulma nodded. "Yes, they will. And you'll be able to hold him longer." Bra sniffed. "All right, all right. But I won't like it one bit."
The door swung open and Rehmon entered. "Hi!" Bra said. "Hey, babe." Said Rehmon, without much enthusiasm. "How are ya?" "I'm fine." Bra said. "A little tired is all. They say I have to go home tomorrow, but we can see Landon for about 2 hours each day." Rehmon was slightly angered at the fact that they weren't going to let Landon come home for 2 weeks, but it was a good cause. They were making sure that nothing was wrong with the child.
The next day, Bra packed all her bags up, and set out for home. She hated leaving the baby there. "The baby looks like me." Vegeta said, on the way home. "He'll be the Greatest Saiyan Warrior alive just like me, too." Vegeta was driving the Ferrari. Bulma had flown home on Kasai, because someone needed to take him home and Rehmon or Vegeta wouldn't go near him unless it was absolutely necessary.
"He doesn't favor me at all." Rehmon grumbled. He and Bra were sitting in the back seat. "Yes he does." Bra said, giving Rehmon's hand a squeeze. "He has your skin tone and it looks like he has your build. He'll be tall and thin like you instead of short and thin like Papa." Vegeta growled. "Yeah, but all his facial features look like Vegeta's. Even his hair!" Vegeta nodded. "But we'll have to get rid of those spiky bangs." Vegeta said. (I know some kids aren't born with hair, but my twin sister and me were born with full heads of hair. So this baby was, too) "No we won't!" bra barked. "I want him to be a little unique from you! Besides, I've seen some pictures of you when you were a kid, and you had bangs!" Vegeta was silent.
"I think he has your eyes." Rehmon said. "They're birth-blue right now, but maybe they'll turn black. They're big like yours." Bra nodded. "Yep. I know." And then they pulled into Capsule Corp.
Bra was sorting through clothes for the baby to wear when Trunks came in. "When did you say he gets to come home?" He asked. Bra was very mad at Trunks for not having come to see the baby. "2 weeks." Bra snapped, "But not like you care."
Trunks shuffled his feet. "I'm sorry I wasn't there, sis. I was really busy with Fifi and all." Bra snorted; and ugly, disgusting noise. "So your little Hawaiian girl is more important than your nephew?" Trunks shook his head no. "No, but..when mother called me, I was really busy." Bra just pushed past Trunks and exited.
THE NEXT CHAPPIE TAKES PLACE A MONTH AFTER THIS ONE, OR 2 WEEKS AFTER LANDON COMES HOME, AIGHT? REVIEW!!