Chapter 12
**Hey, guys! Remember this chappie takes place a month after the last one. Landon has been home for 2 weeks and is 4 weeks old. **
"Not again!" Rehmon groaned, and he rolled over in the bed. "It's your turn!" Bra said. "NO, it was my turn last time!" Rehmon griped, wiping the sleep from his eyes. "Well, I gave you that 10 dollars! It's your turn!" She rolled over in their double bed they shared and went back to sleep. Rehmon groaned and walked across the way into their baby's room, who was crying and screaming like he was being murdered. "3rd time tonight." Rehmon said, not happy about it. He picked Landon up, whose eyes were now open.
His eyes were a great deal larger than Vegeta's, and they were still a stunning blue. Rehmon thought they were going to stay that way, like his mother's, because they hadn't turned black yet. Landon still had the look of a young child. You know, that kind of weird look. But he was still very adorable.
"I hope you learn to sleep soon." Rehmon said, and he crossed over to the mini-refrigerator full of formula they kept in the baby's room. He sat down in the rocker and put a small bottle into Landon's mouth. Then he closed his eyes and hoped he would be able to sleep.
"HEY!" He heard from Vegeta's room. "Give that back!" Then the door opened and Bulma ran out. She had Vegeta's baby plant in her hands and she was running down the hall at 1-0-clock in the morning. "That's my baby plant!" Vegeta hurled a pillow at Bulma, who ducked and threw the baby plant off the stairway.
"NOOOO!" Vegeta said as it crashed with a tinkle sound. He ran, jumped and tackled Bulma. They rolled down the hall, crashing and breaking things. Rehmon laid Landon down in his baby bed and propped the bottle up, then stormed out into the hall, furious.
"What do you two think your doing?" He asked. "My son and I are trying to sleep in there, but you guys think you can crash down the hall?" Bulma giggled and stood up. "Sorry, Rehmon. Bring Landon here and I'll put him back to sleep for you." That was the best idea Rehmon had heard in a long time. "Sure!" Rehmon said. "Right as Rain! Bra won't get up with him!" He raced into the baby's room and retrieved him. "Here you go!" He said, and he handed the child to Bulma. Then he raced back into his room.
"I'm tired of them sleeping till 1:15 every afternoon." Bulma griped. She held the 1-month-old baby in her arms. Landon wasn't a quiet baby by any shot, so he was babbling and whining. "Daddy and Mommy will be awake soon." Bulma crooned to Landon. "Don't worry." Landon smiled at Bulma, the most adorable baby she'd ever seen. He could smile at an early age, but hey, he was a Saiyan!
Vegeta was playing with Landon, showing him teddy bears and such. "He sure is cute." Vegeta said, "For a baby, at least." Bulma giggled at her husband. "You're only saying that because he looks exactly like you." Vegeta nodded. "Yep, and boy was I cute. But there's only one problem with him." Bulma scowled. "No there's not! What are you talking about, Vegeta?" He pointed at the baby's dazzling blue eyes. "His eyes. All Saiyans have black eyes, Bulma. It makes him look too human." Bulma slapped at Vegeta. "He's mostly saiyan, not completely! The blue eyes are from Bra. And there's nothing wrong with being a human." Vegeta grinned. "Yes there is. Your nagging problems, your lack of strength.." He counted off numerous reasons. Bulma looked offended. "Why did you marry me, then?" Vegeta pretended to think hard. "Because, for a human, your pretty D*mn good in the sack." Bulma waved Vegeta off. "Whatever. Hush up." She shook a rattle in Landon's face. He babbled and whined some more.
"Let's go and wake up Bra." Vegeta said. "It's her baby! She should be taking care of him, instead of you." Bulma shook her head. "No! I'm not going to be mean. If you want her awake, you do it." Then she sat the baby on the ground, on top of a silky blanket. Vegeta walked out of the living room and towards Bra and Rehmon's room. He heard the familiar sound of Rehmon's snoring.
"Hey!" He said, bashing on the door. "Wake up!" There was an abrupt stop to the snoring. But it wasn't Rehmon's door that opened; it was Trunks'. "Hey, could you keep it down a bit?" He asked. "I was trying to sleep in here!" But Vegeta paid no heed to Trunks, he just kept bashing on the door and caterwauling. "Fine! I'm not going to get any sleep in here anyway." Trunks said. He walked out of his room, clad only in pajama bottoms (How sexy). "Where's the baby?" He asked, with a yawn and a stretch. Vegeta gave up on bashing on the door. "He's down in the living room." He said. "Your mother is having to take care of him because Bra and Rehmon are irresponsible." Vegeta sighed, hovered down the stairs and flounced on the couch.
"I'm going over to Fifi's house later." Trunks said. He was just talking to hear himself talk. "Why are you doing that?" Bulma asked. "Because maybe to play cards, maybe to fool around, maybe have sex.. I dunno." Bulma gasped. "NO! Trunks, your not married!" Trunks' brow furrowed. "And I don't want to BE married. I'm an adult. You guys can't tell me what to do, okay?" He laid down on the loveseat and propped his feet up on the arm. He clicked on the TV. "Shouldn't you be writing?" Bulma asked. "Don't you have deadlines to meet?" Trunks nodded. "Yes, but I don't care." And he began to eat a pastry. "If you eat all those pastries, you'll get huge." Bulma said, and she ripped it away from her extremely sexy son in nothing but pajama pants with all those abs and muscles.. Well, this story isn't about my fantasy and me.
After waking, Rehmon was out in the large air-conditioned garage working on his car. Grease and oil covered his face, arms and all in his hair. Even though he was sweaty, smelly and dirty, the garage had been his favorite place for the past month. It was the only place he could be alone to think about things, underneath his shiny car. Bra didn't dare come out here with Landon because of all the hazards.
Rehmon's head was aching with a slow, steady throb. He had a whole lot of headaches ever since his son was born-what with him waking up at all hours of the night because Bra wouldn't, changing diapers and feeding bottles-it was all the stress. It had to be. Rehmon stopped for a moment and panted in some breath. This was all too much. Bra couldn't expect him to do mostly everything! He was the father, and it was his job to go to work. He'd missed 5 days so far this month (and counting) because Bra made him stay home with the child while she went shopping. It wasn't that he didn't love his son, because he knew that he did, but he wasn't sure if he loved Bra.
"Now that's a horrible thing to be thinking." Rehmon said out loud to himself. "You had a child with her. You have to love her." But something else nagged at the Saiyan's clever mind. Since when had that become a rule? Rapists didn't love the women they raped, and they made children with them.
But the worse thing was-he knew he had loved Bulma. But he didn't love Bulma anymore. She was wrinkly, very attached to her husband, Vegeta, and she had no interest whatsoever in him. Rehmon knew Bra looked exactly like Bulma had when he had first known her. So he had to love Bra. Or did he?
And then again, when he had loved Bulma, he had been evil. Evil, carefree, and a killer. A cold-blooded murderer who had even threatened to kill Trunks, who was only a baby. He couldn't help thinking that if he was still evil, he wouldn't even care about Landon. This entire burden wouldn't be on his shoulders, or anything. But that was simply not an option.
"Rehmon, honey, where are you?" Bra said. She was holding her small infant son in her arms. He was dressed in one of those blue Snap-On body suits babies wear. He was sucking his thumb and his eyes were closed, resting. She wasn't going to ask Rehmon to watch Landon or anything, she just wanted to see Rehmon. And to see if she could find something out. She was trying to find out if Rehmon was going to ask her to marry him any time soon.
Bra wanted to. She was ready, and she figured it would happen soon now that they had Landon. She would love to be married to Rehmon, because she loved him, even if she'd never told him she did. She could imagine walking down the aisle in a beautiful wedding dress and having a 2 million dollar diamond ring on her finger. That would be the day. But why hadn't he asked her yet?
Maybe it was because she'd never told him she loved him and he was afraid she would say no. "How could he think that?" Bra asked herself. Landon's eyes opened at the sound of her voice and he stared at her.
Bra pushed open the door to the garage, where Rehmon was under the car. She could see his muscular arms messing with things down there. "Rehmon?" She asked. There was a slight delay, and then he jerked to move out and whacked his head on a pipe. It was already throbbing, and this brought a fresh new bout of pain. "OW! Son of a B*tch!" He shouted. "Sh! Not around Landon, Rehmon!" He scowled and stood up, wiping his greasy hands on his jeans. Just by looking at his face, Bra could tell the mood he was in, and it was not a good one.
"What is it that you want?" Rehmon snapped. "Can't you see I'm a little busy?" Bra could tell he was struggling to keep his voice calm and under control. "Um..Don't be mean!" Bra said. "We just came out here to see you!" Rehmon spat on the ground. "I don't appreciate visitors while I'm busy! I told you that!" Bra backed away. "We just wanted to talk to you!" Rehmon pointed at the car. "Do you understand that if I don't fix my car, I can't go to work?! How many times must I tell you that!" He spat. "If you must come in here, knock first!" Bra backed off even more, and Landon began to cry. "See, your yelling upsets him!" She clasped her baby closer to her chest. Rehmon's face glazed over for a second. "Oh, I'm sorry, little guy." Rehmon said. Then he turned his eyes to Bra. "Sorry, Bra." He mumbled. "I've just got a headache and I'm trying to fix my car." Bra nodded. "Understood." She walked over and kissed Rehmon. He kissed her back and then kissed his son. "We'll get out of here now." Bra said. She waved at him.
"Goodbye for now." Bra said. "Would you like me to bring u anything for lunch?" Rehmon thought a moment, then nodded. "A sandwich would be nice." He said. "Okay." Bra said. "Sandwich it is. Bye. I love you." She didn't stick around for any reaction, she just bolted from the garage and shut the door.
Rehmon stood, dumbstruck. "What am I supposed to do now?" He croaked. "She just told me.. That she . . ." He shook his head. "That means that she's serious about all this. She wants us to last and everything.and I still don't know! What do I do?" He leaned on the wall and slid down. "Maybe I propose." He figured this idea. "But no, I'm not sure I love her. That would be wrong. But then again, we do have a child, and 2 parents should be married." He sighed. "If I was evil, I wouldn't have to worry about that." He didn't even realize what he had just said.
Vegeta and Bulma were sitting on the couch when Bra walked back in. "We heard yelling." Vegeta said. "What happened? Did he hit you? Did he threaten you?" Bra shook her head. "No. God, no. He just got a little irritated, is all." Vegeta scowled. "Over what, exactly? You were holding the baby? He has been hogging Landon a lot, hasn't he?" Bra got extremely angry at her dad's empty accusations. "Papa! He isn't trying to hog Landon up! Landon's not a toy, and that's not why he was mad!" Vegeta didn't believe her, but he allowed her further inquiry.
"So why was he yelling then? If he dumped you, I'll.." Bra stomped a foot. "No, and STOP IT! He was yelling because I interrupted him fixing his car, and I imagine he has a lot on his plate right now. But I think I fixed it. Because before I left, I let him know that I love him."
Vegeta and Bulma's jaws dropped. "You WHAT? You love him?" Bra nodded. "Yes, I love him. But I'm not sure if he feels the same way about me, but I think that's half the reason he's acting so grouchy. He'll propose any day now!" Bulma sputtered and spat before saying, 'Bra, are you sure your ready to marry this man? He DID use to be evil, you know." Bra nodded. "Yes, But I love him so much. He's so handsome and strong, and he'll make a good husband. I know he will." Bulma sighed. "Alright, when he proposes, I guess me and Vegeta will sign for it."
Vegeta hopped up. "Who said? You can't forge my signature!" It was obvious he objected the marriage. "But Papa! You didn't care when I got pregnant!" Bra said. "Oh yes I did!" Vegeta said. "I wanted you to give it up for adoption because your 16 years old!"
"I'll be 17 in a month!"
"17 is still way too young, Bra! And that Rehmon is a player!"
"What are you talking about? He's faithful to me!"
"How do you know that?!"
"Don't you want me to be happy, Papa?"
Vegeta sat there defeated. He let air through his lips. "Yes, Princess. I want you to be happy. But 1st I want you to know that I object to this marriage, I hate him for doing it, and your very stupid to do this. But I will sign for it. But, I WILL NOT, may I repeat, WILL NOT make any promises to be at your wedding. IF he proposes, that is. When do you suspect he will, if he does?"
Bra thought. "Not until after Christmas.. Which is in 2 months. Maybe ON Christmas." Vegeta shrugged and walked out. "I think you're an idiot. I thought we raised you better than that, Bra."
"Oh yeah? Well how old were you and mother when you got married?" Vegeta counted years in his head. "Um.In our 30's." Bra's jaw dropped. "Well, I can't wait that long. Too bad." And then SHE walked out.
"Your so mean, Geeta!" Bulma said at bedtime. "How dare you tell Bra you might not be at her wedding?" "Don't call me 'Geeta'." Vegeta said. "And I don't think she should be married, so if I go to the wedding I might throw up. And If I refuse to sign for it, you'll nag on me until I do."
"Gosh." Bulma said. "You've got me figured out. Well, if you're not there, maybe I'll have to dance with Yamcha at the reception." Vegeta growled at her. "NO." Vegeta said. "That is NOT going to work this time." But deep inside his blood was starting to boil. "Well Yamcha is starting to look awfully handsome.." "SHUT UP!" Vegeta said. "That's not going to work and I mean it! Besides, he'll probably dance with that.cat thingy he hangs out with."
"You mean Puar? They aren't sexual; they're just friends."
Vegeta shrugged. "They could have fooled me, the way they're all over each other all the time. That little sissy pussy and his blue freaking ugly cat.." "Be quiet, please. Yamcha helps us a lot sometimes." Bulma said. "Yeah, whenever he's not borrowing money." Bulma had to admit that it was true. Yamcha borrowed money from them a lot, and in truth, Bulma wouldn't go near his slimy octopus hands to dance with him.
"Well, I think you should respect Bra's decision. She's marrying a Saiyan, he's very nice and makes her a nice living, he's very handsome, and he's strong and he knows how to protect her. What more could you ask for?" Vegeta was quiet for a moment, and then he said, 'I could ask for her to wait until she gets older and he gets older, and find a guy who's closer to her age and not 7 years apart. I mean, Rehmon is much better than Goten was, who was 13 years older than she is and the son of.. KAKAROTT."
"There you go. Think of it that way. At least Landon is not Goten's child." Suddenly, Vegeta's eyes widened. "Bulma.. What if he IS?" Bulma laughed. "No way. The times wouldn't match up. Now roll over and go to sleep." And Vegeta did.
Rehmon noticed the next morning that Vegeta was acting very mean to him. Snorting at him, flashing dirty comments and even more dirty looks. Rehmon was beginning to think it was just coincidence that it was happening, but then Vegeta pushed past him with a rude, 'Watch it, fag!' Not only was Rehmon overcome by anger and almost lost his temper, but his feelings were hurt. "Man, Vegeta, what's eating you?" He asked. Lately you've been acting real stiff, like there's a stick up your @$$!" Vegeta's eyes widened at the interesting choice of words, then they narrowed again. "If I were you, I'd watch it. And I'm being mean because you were so mean to my daughter last night." And he huffed off.
"Oh." Rehmon said to himself. "I told her I was sorry? Didn't she tell him that?" Then his temper flared. "No, she didn't because she wants her dad to hate me." The thought was ridiculous, but he needed someone to blame. "I'll have to talk to her." He growled. Then he thought about what he was saying. "Oh, that's bullsh*t!" He told himself. "That is not what she is trying to do. I can't believe I even thought that." He rubbed his temples, where he had a nasty headache, and then he walked into his room to get some clothes that weren't sweaty and smelly. Bra was in there, changing the baby. Rehmon decided not to say anything to her. He had a headache and her voice would probably make it worse. But he couldn't help it.
"Hey, Bra!" He said, casually. She turned around. "Oh, hi. What?" She asked him. "Um." He was nervous around her since last night when she told him she loved him. "Um, why did you have to tell your dad about our ordeal last night? Couldn't you have kept it to yourself?" He used his most charming voice, which was so charming it could charm a snake out of a pot. Bra snorted. "I didn't tell that eavesdropper anything. He heard your yelling." Rehmon got angry again. "MY YELLING?" He busted, then lowered his voice again. "Babe, do you think I would have YELLED If I didn't have a REASON??" Bra looked at him and picked up the baby. "No, I didn't say anything about your yelling except that Papa heard it!"
Bra walked out. She was confused about Rehmon's grumpy attitude lately. But he was following her out. "Let me see Landon." He said. His voice was back to his normal, sexy tone. "I'll take him outside." Bra handed him over. "Don't go near Kasai, okay?" Rehmon nodded. "I'm not stupid, babe." He grumbled under his breath. He was sure she didn't hear him.
Outside, it was much more relaxing, except that he could hear Vegeta's screams and grunts from the G.R. He didn't think he was training, because Bulma was in there too. "Look." Rehmon said to the baby. "Look at the flowers." Landon didn't even look at them. He just stared up at his father with his thumb in his mouth.
"You know, buddy, that's going to ruin your teeth when you grow them. It's best you get out of that habit now." He pulled Landon's thumb out of his mouth, but it was popped right back in. "Aw well." Rehmon said. "There's no telling you anything. You're just like your Grandpa and mother." Landon's big blue eyes were closing now. "I wish your eyes would turn black." He said. "Blue eyes looks terrible on a Saiyan."
Landon's eyes popped open when a bird sang. Being a Saiyan, Landon's hearing was exceptional. Every little sound was probably like a rock concert to his little bitsy ears. "Poor guy." Rehmon said. He decided to go out to the G.R and see what Bulma and Vegeta were doing. He thought he could catch them doing something interesting. He started to fly towards it, and Landon's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, we're flying." Rehmon said. "I'll teach you to when you're about 4. That's old enough." And they landed at the G.R.
What was inside the G.R was a sight to behold. Bulma was running around in circles and laughing and Vegeta was chasing her and it looked like he was laughing too. "What are you guys doing?" Rehmon asked in surprise. They both stopped. "Oh, just playing around." Vegeta said. But by the looks of their faces, it looked like they were doing something embarrassing. Maybe a sex game. Bulma stood and brushed herself off.
"Um.hello, Rehmon. what are you doing here?" He looked at her weird. "I wanted to bring Landon in here." Vegeta looked mad. "NEVER come in here unless you ask first! And NEVER while I'm in here! Get out, Get out!" And Rehmon got out and left them to do whatever they wanted to do. "That looked fun." He murmured. "Maybe I should try that with your mother." But he looked down and noticed his son was asleep.
"Your boring." He said. "Leave me to think about all the things bothering me..whether I should propose to Bra..whether I love her like she loves me.whether this is all worth it." He walked back up to the house, still whining.
"Hello, Honey!" Bra said when he came in. She was filling up birthday invites. "What are you doing?" Rehmon asked. He put the baby in its crib and sat down beside her. "I'm inviting people here for my birthday. It's in a month." Rehmon put one of his strong arms around her shoulders. She snuggled into him and continued writing. "Who all are you inviting?" Rehmon asked her.
"I'm inviting 18 and Krillin, Piccolo, Goku and all his family-"
"Even Goten?" Rehmon asked, hotly. He knew about their boyfriend/girlfriend past. "Yes.Mom is making me. But don't worry, I don't need him. I have you. And anyway, Yamcha is coming, and Marron. That's about it."
Rehmon's heart skipped. "Marron?" He asked. He liked Marron. Whenever he was around her, he felt very funny. He liked her blonde hair and the way she was nice all the time and didn't nag on him. "Yes." Bra said. "What, do you hate her?" He shook his head. "No, I thought you said. I thought you said MORON." Rehmon lied. Bra laughed. "Um, no." She continued filling out the birthday invitations for the rest of the afternoon. Rehmon, for no reason at all, felt anger towards Bra. He didn't know why, but he sure wanted to find out.
End of chapter 12. What's gonna happen? Find out next time!
**Hey, guys! Remember this chappie takes place a month after the last one. Landon has been home for 2 weeks and is 4 weeks old. **
"Not again!" Rehmon groaned, and he rolled over in the bed. "It's your turn!" Bra said. "NO, it was my turn last time!" Rehmon griped, wiping the sleep from his eyes. "Well, I gave you that 10 dollars! It's your turn!" She rolled over in their double bed they shared and went back to sleep. Rehmon groaned and walked across the way into their baby's room, who was crying and screaming like he was being murdered. "3rd time tonight." Rehmon said, not happy about it. He picked Landon up, whose eyes were now open.
His eyes were a great deal larger than Vegeta's, and they were still a stunning blue. Rehmon thought they were going to stay that way, like his mother's, because they hadn't turned black yet. Landon still had the look of a young child. You know, that kind of weird look. But he was still very adorable.
"I hope you learn to sleep soon." Rehmon said, and he crossed over to the mini-refrigerator full of formula they kept in the baby's room. He sat down in the rocker and put a small bottle into Landon's mouth. Then he closed his eyes and hoped he would be able to sleep.
"HEY!" He heard from Vegeta's room. "Give that back!" Then the door opened and Bulma ran out. She had Vegeta's baby plant in her hands and she was running down the hall at 1-0-clock in the morning. "That's my baby plant!" Vegeta hurled a pillow at Bulma, who ducked and threw the baby plant off the stairway.
"NOOOO!" Vegeta said as it crashed with a tinkle sound. He ran, jumped and tackled Bulma. They rolled down the hall, crashing and breaking things. Rehmon laid Landon down in his baby bed and propped the bottle up, then stormed out into the hall, furious.
"What do you two think your doing?" He asked. "My son and I are trying to sleep in there, but you guys think you can crash down the hall?" Bulma giggled and stood up. "Sorry, Rehmon. Bring Landon here and I'll put him back to sleep for you." That was the best idea Rehmon had heard in a long time. "Sure!" Rehmon said. "Right as Rain! Bra won't get up with him!" He raced into the baby's room and retrieved him. "Here you go!" He said, and he handed the child to Bulma. Then he raced back into his room.
"I'm tired of them sleeping till 1:15 every afternoon." Bulma griped. She held the 1-month-old baby in her arms. Landon wasn't a quiet baby by any shot, so he was babbling and whining. "Daddy and Mommy will be awake soon." Bulma crooned to Landon. "Don't worry." Landon smiled at Bulma, the most adorable baby she'd ever seen. He could smile at an early age, but hey, he was a Saiyan!
Vegeta was playing with Landon, showing him teddy bears and such. "He sure is cute." Vegeta said, "For a baby, at least." Bulma giggled at her husband. "You're only saying that because he looks exactly like you." Vegeta nodded. "Yep, and boy was I cute. But there's only one problem with him." Bulma scowled. "No there's not! What are you talking about, Vegeta?" He pointed at the baby's dazzling blue eyes. "His eyes. All Saiyans have black eyes, Bulma. It makes him look too human." Bulma slapped at Vegeta. "He's mostly saiyan, not completely! The blue eyes are from Bra. And there's nothing wrong with being a human." Vegeta grinned. "Yes there is. Your nagging problems, your lack of strength.." He counted off numerous reasons. Bulma looked offended. "Why did you marry me, then?" Vegeta pretended to think hard. "Because, for a human, your pretty D*mn good in the sack." Bulma waved Vegeta off. "Whatever. Hush up." She shook a rattle in Landon's face. He babbled and whined some more.
"Let's go and wake up Bra." Vegeta said. "It's her baby! She should be taking care of him, instead of you." Bulma shook her head. "No! I'm not going to be mean. If you want her awake, you do it." Then she sat the baby on the ground, on top of a silky blanket. Vegeta walked out of the living room and towards Bra and Rehmon's room. He heard the familiar sound of Rehmon's snoring.
"Hey!" He said, bashing on the door. "Wake up!" There was an abrupt stop to the snoring. But it wasn't Rehmon's door that opened; it was Trunks'. "Hey, could you keep it down a bit?" He asked. "I was trying to sleep in here!" But Vegeta paid no heed to Trunks, he just kept bashing on the door and caterwauling. "Fine! I'm not going to get any sleep in here anyway." Trunks said. He walked out of his room, clad only in pajama bottoms (How sexy). "Where's the baby?" He asked, with a yawn and a stretch. Vegeta gave up on bashing on the door. "He's down in the living room." He said. "Your mother is having to take care of him because Bra and Rehmon are irresponsible." Vegeta sighed, hovered down the stairs and flounced on the couch.
"I'm going over to Fifi's house later." Trunks said. He was just talking to hear himself talk. "Why are you doing that?" Bulma asked. "Because maybe to play cards, maybe to fool around, maybe have sex.. I dunno." Bulma gasped. "NO! Trunks, your not married!" Trunks' brow furrowed. "And I don't want to BE married. I'm an adult. You guys can't tell me what to do, okay?" He laid down on the loveseat and propped his feet up on the arm. He clicked on the TV. "Shouldn't you be writing?" Bulma asked. "Don't you have deadlines to meet?" Trunks nodded. "Yes, but I don't care." And he began to eat a pastry. "If you eat all those pastries, you'll get huge." Bulma said, and she ripped it away from her extremely sexy son in nothing but pajama pants with all those abs and muscles.. Well, this story isn't about my fantasy and me.
After waking, Rehmon was out in the large air-conditioned garage working on his car. Grease and oil covered his face, arms and all in his hair. Even though he was sweaty, smelly and dirty, the garage had been his favorite place for the past month. It was the only place he could be alone to think about things, underneath his shiny car. Bra didn't dare come out here with Landon because of all the hazards.
Rehmon's head was aching with a slow, steady throb. He had a whole lot of headaches ever since his son was born-what with him waking up at all hours of the night because Bra wouldn't, changing diapers and feeding bottles-it was all the stress. It had to be. Rehmon stopped for a moment and panted in some breath. This was all too much. Bra couldn't expect him to do mostly everything! He was the father, and it was his job to go to work. He'd missed 5 days so far this month (and counting) because Bra made him stay home with the child while she went shopping. It wasn't that he didn't love his son, because he knew that he did, but he wasn't sure if he loved Bra.
"Now that's a horrible thing to be thinking." Rehmon said out loud to himself. "You had a child with her. You have to love her." But something else nagged at the Saiyan's clever mind. Since when had that become a rule? Rapists didn't love the women they raped, and they made children with them.
But the worse thing was-he knew he had loved Bulma. But he didn't love Bulma anymore. She was wrinkly, very attached to her husband, Vegeta, and she had no interest whatsoever in him. Rehmon knew Bra looked exactly like Bulma had when he had first known her. So he had to love Bra. Or did he?
And then again, when he had loved Bulma, he had been evil. Evil, carefree, and a killer. A cold-blooded murderer who had even threatened to kill Trunks, who was only a baby. He couldn't help thinking that if he was still evil, he wouldn't even care about Landon. This entire burden wouldn't be on his shoulders, or anything. But that was simply not an option.
"Rehmon, honey, where are you?" Bra said. She was holding her small infant son in her arms. He was dressed in one of those blue Snap-On body suits babies wear. He was sucking his thumb and his eyes were closed, resting. She wasn't going to ask Rehmon to watch Landon or anything, she just wanted to see Rehmon. And to see if she could find something out. She was trying to find out if Rehmon was going to ask her to marry him any time soon.
Bra wanted to. She was ready, and she figured it would happen soon now that they had Landon. She would love to be married to Rehmon, because she loved him, even if she'd never told him she did. She could imagine walking down the aisle in a beautiful wedding dress and having a 2 million dollar diamond ring on her finger. That would be the day. But why hadn't he asked her yet?
Maybe it was because she'd never told him she loved him and he was afraid she would say no. "How could he think that?" Bra asked herself. Landon's eyes opened at the sound of her voice and he stared at her.
Bra pushed open the door to the garage, where Rehmon was under the car. She could see his muscular arms messing with things down there. "Rehmon?" She asked. There was a slight delay, and then he jerked to move out and whacked his head on a pipe. It was already throbbing, and this brought a fresh new bout of pain. "OW! Son of a B*tch!" He shouted. "Sh! Not around Landon, Rehmon!" He scowled and stood up, wiping his greasy hands on his jeans. Just by looking at his face, Bra could tell the mood he was in, and it was not a good one.
"What is it that you want?" Rehmon snapped. "Can't you see I'm a little busy?" Bra could tell he was struggling to keep his voice calm and under control. "Um..Don't be mean!" Bra said. "We just came out here to see you!" Rehmon spat on the ground. "I don't appreciate visitors while I'm busy! I told you that!" Bra backed away. "We just wanted to talk to you!" Rehmon pointed at the car. "Do you understand that if I don't fix my car, I can't go to work?! How many times must I tell you that!" He spat. "If you must come in here, knock first!" Bra backed off even more, and Landon began to cry. "See, your yelling upsets him!" She clasped her baby closer to her chest. Rehmon's face glazed over for a second. "Oh, I'm sorry, little guy." Rehmon said. Then he turned his eyes to Bra. "Sorry, Bra." He mumbled. "I've just got a headache and I'm trying to fix my car." Bra nodded. "Understood." She walked over and kissed Rehmon. He kissed her back and then kissed his son. "We'll get out of here now." Bra said. She waved at him.
"Goodbye for now." Bra said. "Would you like me to bring u anything for lunch?" Rehmon thought a moment, then nodded. "A sandwich would be nice." He said. "Okay." Bra said. "Sandwich it is. Bye. I love you." She didn't stick around for any reaction, she just bolted from the garage and shut the door.
Rehmon stood, dumbstruck. "What am I supposed to do now?" He croaked. "She just told me.. That she . . ." He shook his head. "That means that she's serious about all this. She wants us to last and everything.and I still don't know! What do I do?" He leaned on the wall and slid down. "Maybe I propose." He figured this idea. "But no, I'm not sure I love her. That would be wrong. But then again, we do have a child, and 2 parents should be married." He sighed. "If I was evil, I wouldn't have to worry about that." He didn't even realize what he had just said.
Vegeta and Bulma were sitting on the couch when Bra walked back in. "We heard yelling." Vegeta said. "What happened? Did he hit you? Did he threaten you?" Bra shook her head. "No. God, no. He just got a little irritated, is all." Vegeta scowled. "Over what, exactly? You were holding the baby? He has been hogging Landon a lot, hasn't he?" Bra got extremely angry at her dad's empty accusations. "Papa! He isn't trying to hog Landon up! Landon's not a toy, and that's not why he was mad!" Vegeta didn't believe her, but he allowed her further inquiry.
"So why was he yelling then? If he dumped you, I'll.." Bra stomped a foot. "No, and STOP IT! He was yelling because I interrupted him fixing his car, and I imagine he has a lot on his plate right now. But I think I fixed it. Because before I left, I let him know that I love him."
Vegeta and Bulma's jaws dropped. "You WHAT? You love him?" Bra nodded. "Yes, I love him. But I'm not sure if he feels the same way about me, but I think that's half the reason he's acting so grouchy. He'll propose any day now!" Bulma sputtered and spat before saying, 'Bra, are you sure your ready to marry this man? He DID use to be evil, you know." Bra nodded. "Yes, But I love him so much. He's so handsome and strong, and he'll make a good husband. I know he will." Bulma sighed. "Alright, when he proposes, I guess me and Vegeta will sign for it."
Vegeta hopped up. "Who said? You can't forge my signature!" It was obvious he objected the marriage. "But Papa! You didn't care when I got pregnant!" Bra said. "Oh yes I did!" Vegeta said. "I wanted you to give it up for adoption because your 16 years old!"
"I'll be 17 in a month!"
"17 is still way too young, Bra! And that Rehmon is a player!"
"What are you talking about? He's faithful to me!"
"How do you know that?!"
"Don't you want me to be happy, Papa?"
Vegeta sat there defeated. He let air through his lips. "Yes, Princess. I want you to be happy. But 1st I want you to know that I object to this marriage, I hate him for doing it, and your very stupid to do this. But I will sign for it. But, I WILL NOT, may I repeat, WILL NOT make any promises to be at your wedding. IF he proposes, that is. When do you suspect he will, if he does?"
Bra thought. "Not until after Christmas.. Which is in 2 months. Maybe ON Christmas." Vegeta shrugged and walked out. "I think you're an idiot. I thought we raised you better than that, Bra."
"Oh yeah? Well how old were you and mother when you got married?" Vegeta counted years in his head. "Um.In our 30's." Bra's jaw dropped. "Well, I can't wait that long. Too bad." And then SHE walked out.
"Your so mean, Geeta!" Bulma said at bedtime. "How dare you tell Bra you might not be at her wedding?" "Don't call me 'Geeta'." Vegeta said. "And I don't think she should be married, so if I go to the wedding I might throw up. And If I refuse to sign for it, you'll nag on me until I do."
"Gosh." Bulma said. "You've got me figured out. Well, if you're not there, maybe I'll have to dance with Yamcha at the reception." Vegeta growled at her. "NO." Vegeta said. "That is NOT going to work this time." But deep inside his blood was starting to boil. "Well Yamcha is starting to look awfully handsome.." "SHUT UP!" Vegeta said. "That's not going to work and I mean it! Besides, he'll probably dance with that.cat thingy he hangs out with."
"You mean Puar? They aren't sexual; they're just friends."
Vegeta shrugged. "They could have fooled me, the way they're all over each other all the time. That little sissy pussy and his blue freaking ugly cat.." "Be quiet, please. Yamcha helps us a lot sometimes." Bulma said. "Yeah, whenever he's not borrowing money." Bulma had to admit that it was true. Yamcha borrowed money from them a lot, and in truth, Bulma wouldn't go near his slimy octopus hands to dance with him.
"Well, I think you should respect Bra's decision. She's marrying a Saiyan, he's very nice and makes her a nice living, he's very handsome, and he's strong and he knows how to protect her. What more could you ask for?" Vegeta was quiet for a moment, and then he said, 'I could ask for her to wait until she gets older and he gets older, and find a guy who's closer to her age and not 7 years apart. I mean, Rehmon is much better than Goten was, who was 13 years older than she is and the son of.. KAKAROTT."
"There you go. Think of it that way. At least Landon is not Goten's child." Suddenly, Vegeta's eyes widened. "Bulma.. What if he IS?" Bulma laughed. "No way. The times wouldn't match up. Now roll over and go to sleep." And Vegeta did.
Rehmon noticed the next morning that Vegeta was acting very mean to him. Snorting at him, flashing dirty comments and even more dirty looks. Rehmon was beginning to think it was just coincidence that it was happening, but then Vegeta pushed past him with a rude, 'Watch it, fag!' Not only was Rehmon overcome by anger and almost lost his temper, but his feelings were hurt. "Man, Vegeta, what's eating you?" He asked. Lately you've been acting real stiff, like there's a stick up your @$$!" Vegeta's eyes widened at the interesting choice of words, then they narrowed again. "If I were you, I'd watch it. And I'm being mean because you were so mean to my daughter last night." And he huffed off.
"Oh." Rehmon said to himself. "I told her I was sorry? Didn't she tell him that?" Then his temper flared. "No, she didn't because she wants her dad to hate me." The thought was ridiculous, but he needed someone to blame. "I'll have to talk to her." He growled. Then he thought about what he was saying. "Oh, that's bullsh*t!" He told himself. "That is not what she is trying to do. I can't believe I even thought that." He rubbed his temples, where he had a nasty headache, and then he walked into his room to get some clothes that weren't sweaty and smelly. Bra was in there, changing the baby. Rehmon decided not to say anything to her. He had a headache and her voice would probably make it worse. But he couldn't help it.
"Hey, Bra!" He said, casually. She turned around. "Oh, hi. What?" She asked him. "Um." He was nervous around her since last night when she told him she loved him. "Um, why did you have to tell your dad about our ordeal last night? Couldn't you have kept it to yourself?" He used his most charming voice, which was so charming it could charm a snake out of a pot. Bra snorted. "I didn't tell that eavesdropper anything. He heard your yelling." Rehmon got angry again. "MY YELLING?" He busted, then lowered his voice again. "Babe, do you think I would have YELLED If I didn't have a REASON??" Bra looked at him and picked up the baby. "No, I didn't say anything about your yelling except that Papa heard it!"
Bra walked out. She was confused about Rehmon's grumpy attitude lately. But he was following her out. "Let me see Landon." He said. His voice was back to his normal, sexy tone. "I'll take him outside." Bra handed him over. "Don't go near Kasai, okay?" Rehmon nodded. "I'm not stupid, babe." He grumbled under his breath. He was sure she didn't hear him.
Outside, it was much more relaxing, except that he could hear Vegeta's screams and grunts from the G.R. He didn't think he was training, because Bulma was in there too. "Look." Rehmon said to the baby. "Look at the flowers." Landon didn't even look at them. He just stared up at his father with his thumb in his mouth.
"You know, buddy, that's going to ruin your teeth when you grow them. It's best you get out of that habit now." He pulled Landon's thumb out of his mouth, but it was popped right back in. "Aw well." Rehmon said. "There's no telling you anything. You're just like your Grandpa and mother." Landon's big blue eyes were closing now. "I wish your eyes would turn black." He said. "Blue eyes looks terrible on a Saiyan."
Landon's eyes popped open when a bird sang. Being a Saiyan, Landon's hearing was exceptional. Every little sound was probably like a rock concert to his little bitsy ears. "Poor guy." Rehmon said. He decided to go out to the G.R and see what Bulma and Vegeta were doing. He thought he could catch them doing something interesting. He started to fly towards it, and Landon's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, we're flying." Rehmon said. "I'll teach you to when you're about 4. That's old enough." And they landed at the G.R.
What was inside the G.R was a sight to behold. Bulma was running around in circles and laughing and Vegeta was chasing her and it looked like he was laughing too. "What are you guys doing?" Rehmon asked in surprise. They both stopped. "Oh, just playing around." Vegeta said. But by the looks of their faces, it looked like they were doing something embarrassing. Maybe a sex game. Bulma stood and brushed herself off.
"Um.hello, Rehmon. what are you doing here?" He looked at her weird. "I wanted to bring Landon in here." Vegeta looked mad. "NEVER come in here unless you ask first! And NEVER while I'm in here! Get out, Get out!" And Rehmon got out and left them to do whatever they wanted to do. "That looked fun." He murmured. "Maybe I should try that with your mother." But he looked down and noticed his son was asleep.
"Your boring." He said. "Leave me to think about all the things bothering me..whether I should propose to Bra..whether I love her like she loves me.whether this is all worth it." He walked back up to the house, still whining.
"Hello, Honey!" Bra said when he came in. She was filling up birthday invites. "What are you doing?" Rehmon asked. He put the baby in its crib and sat down beside her. "I'm inviting people here for my birthday. It's in a month." Rehmon put one of his strong arms around her shoulders. She snuggled into him and continued writing. "Who all are you inviting?" Rehmon asked her.
"I'm inviting 18 and Krillin, Piccolo, Goku and all his family-"
"Even Goten?" Rehmon asked, hotly. He knew about their boyfriend/girlfriend past. "Yes.Mom is making me. But don't worry, I don't need him. I have you. And anyway, Yamcha is coming, and Marron. That's about it."
Rehmon's heart skipped. "Marron?" He asked. He liked Marron. Whenever he was around her, he felt very funny. He liked her blonde hair and the way she was nice all the time and didn't nag on him. "Yes." Bra said. "What, do you hate her?" He shook his head. "No, I thought you said. I thought you said MORON." Rehmon lied. Bra laughed. "Um, no." She continued filling out the birthday invitations for the rest of the afternoon. Rehmon, for no reason at all, felt anger towards Bra. He didn't know why, but he sure wanted to find out.
End of chapter 12. What's gonna happen? Find out next time!