Chapter 13
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN DBZ OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS SO DON'T SUE ME BECAUSE YOU WON'T GET ANYWHERE HA HA HA
It was the day of Bra's birthday party. Everyone was really busy in preparation for the party, because it was going to be a big one. They had tons of games and things, mostly child's games. And expensive prizes like TV's and DVD players. The only one not joined in the buzzing and getting- ready was Vegeta. Baby Landon, who was now 2 months old, laid on the couch next to him, asleep.
Vegeta was still grumpy about the Bra/Rehmon situation. You know, of her wanting to marry him. He didn't think Bra was being the smart girl he had raised, and he thought she was being too spastic and rushing to conclusions. But then again, he hadn't heard anything about it since a month ago. That meant Rehmon hadn't proposed to her yet, or told her he loved her. And about that, Vegeta was a little curious. I wonder if he does love her? * He thought. * They act all.. Lovey dovey sometimes.but that doesn't say anything. * He stared at Bulma trying to tack some balloons to the ceiling. She had a stapler and was standing on a ladder. "Be careful up there." Vegeta grunted at her. "If you die, where will I get my sex?" She looked at him and he smirked at her and raised an eyebrow. Then she turned back to her balloon work.
"You know, Vegeta, if you were a really nice guy you would help me put these balloons up for Bra's party."
"Yes, I know, but I am not a nice guy. I'm a Saiyan." Said Vegeta. "And from right here, I have a perfectly good view up your skirt, so I think I'll stay here." Bulma giggled. Vegeta looked over at Bra, who was tacking a 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey' game on the wall. Rehmon was on the opposite side of the room, tying a piñata up on a hook. "There." He said. "When it's time to do it, I'll untie it so I can pull it up and down." He rubbed his hands together, and they made a clapping noise, before hovering up to help Bulma with her balloons. His attitude had increased a lot since the last month. He seemed to have cooled down a bit.
"Do you need some help over there, Bra?" Rehmon called. She looked at him and shook her head. "No thanks, honey. I'm doing fine." Rehmon flashed her his dazzling smile and took a pack of Marlboro Lights out of his pocket. He jammed one of the cigarettes in his mouth, lit it up and inhaled. The smoke going in his lungs relaxed him.
"Hey, Rehmon!" Vegeta said. He looked up and smoothed his black hair back. "Yes?" He asked Vegeta. Landon stirred at the sound of his father's voice. Rehmon smiled down at his son, a Gesture Vegeta saw a lot. He could tell Rehmon loved his son more than anything.
"Let's go outside." Vegeta said. "We really need to talk." Rehmon cocked an eyebrow. "About what?" He asked. He was rather suspicious that Vegeta wanted to talk to him. "It's about Bra." Vegeta said. They walked out on the back porch.
"I was just wondering." Vegeta said. "About you and my daughter." He narrowed his eyes. "I wanted to know if you love her and if your going to propose to her and if you are when." He said the sentence choppy, fast, and very low. Rehmon could barely hear what he had said. "Umm." He said, "I'm not comfortable with this question in the least, but I will answer you." He took a long puff on the cigarette.
"For the first question.I'm not sure if I love her." Vegeta looked at him, startled. But then he came up with the normal, smooth Vegeta answer. "Well, do you feel the same way for her that you felt for my wife all the times you guys screwed?" Rehmon was stung with the words. "I thought you'd forgotten, or at least forgiven me for that." He said. "And no, I don't feel that way about Bra. That doesn't mean I don't love Bra, Or that I didn't love Bulma, because I know I loved Bulma. I'm just saying that there are different kinds of love."
Vegeta didn't really understand, but he decided to accept the answer. "Okay, what about the proposing?" Rehmon chuckled heartily. "If I DO propose, then it won't be for a while. Bra is 16 and I'm 23. At least 4 years." Vegeta jumped in the air and whooped. "Yippee!" He said. "I think that's the right choice." Then he went back in the house, leaving Rehmon stuttering.
DING-DONG! The doorbell chimed later that morning. Bra bounced up off the bed where her and Rehmon lay making out and clapped. Rehmon wiped lipstick off his face. "Who do you suppose it is?" He asked. "I don't know." Bra said. "Most probably Marron because she told me she would come early to help me get ready." Bra bounced up and out the door. Rehmon followed closely behind.
"Maybe you could come and help me with these balloons?" Bulma called to Rehmon. "Vegeta's too busy looking up my skirt." Vegeta smirked. Rehmon walked over there and climbed the ladder. Bulma wished she were on the ground so she could see his @$$ as he climbed up.
"Oh, hi Marron!" Bra called from the doorway. Immediately a flush rose to Rehmon's handsome face, in which he tried to hide. If they saw the blush they would know he liked Marron. "Hurry up, please!" Bulma said sharply. Rehmon scuttled up the rest of the ladder and he heard 2 pairs of shoes on the carpet now. "Hi guys!" Said Marron from the floor. Rehmon turned his head and twisted around to look at her, but he stumbled and began waving his arms to keep his balance. "Oh, be careful!" Bra gasped. Bulma tried to grab him and keep him from falling, but he was considerably heavier than she (He wasn't fat at 132 pounds, but Bulma only weighed 115) and it dragged the both of them plummeting to the ground.
Vegeta, being as fast as he was and knowing Bulma could be seriously hurt from the fall, zipped over and caught her right before she hit the ground. But Rehmon, however, hit the ground with a huge THUMP. "Oh honey are you alright?" Bra asked him. She helped him stand up. "Yes, I'm fine." Rehmon mumbled. "Hi, Marron."
Vegeta and Bulma were kissing all over each other because he had caught her. "Thanks." Bulma said, and she climbed back up the ladder to finish.
"Hello Krillin! Hello 18!" Rehmon said at the door. "Come inside you guys!" He shook Krillin's hand and hugged 18. 18 didn't love Rehmon anymore but when he hugged her like that it made her really horny. "How are you guys' doin'?" Rehmon asked. "Fine." 18 said, staring into his face. "Where's Landon? The new baby? I want to see him."
"He's asleep on the couch over by Vegeta and Bulma." Rehmon said. "Wake him up if you like. He's been sleeping for a while, now." But Landon was already awake. Marron was playing with him. When she squatted down like that, Rehmon noticed how it made her pants fit tight. He blushed again and turned away. He stood at the door and stared at it, hoping someone would ring the doorbell so he wouldn't look stupid.
"What do you expect that door to do, open into the Netherlands?" Vegeta called across the room. "I hate to be the one to break this to you, but doors don't open unless you turn the KNOB." Rehmon flushed and walked to the couch and sat down by Bulma. He was shoving his face with popcorn when Marron came over and sat down by him. "Hello." She said to him. "That's a really cute baby you and Bra have." Rehmon nodded. "Yeah." Was all he could think of to say. "That's really cool how he looks just like Vegeta." Vegeta stopped talking to Bulma and 18 at the mention of his name. "What?" He asked. Marron pointed at Landon. "He looks like you." Vegeta rolled his eyes at Marron and went back to talking.
"What a jerk." Marron said. Rehmon got mad that he was being mean to Marron. "Hey, Vegeta, you need to be nice!" He said.
Vegeta looked at Rehmon. "I didn't say anything." He said hotly. "Now can I finish my conversation." Rehmon furrowed his brow at Vegeta, who just continued chatting. Marron had gotten up to go find Bra before Rehmon noticed. "Ah, craps." He said.
Rehmon was walking around, trying to find something to do, when he saw Trunks and Fifi walking across the living room. "Hey, you guys!" Rehmon said. Trunks turned around. His face was kind of flushed. "Oh, hey." He said. Fifi was looking at Baby Landon, who was now awake. His blue eyes were open and he was staring at the world.
"Zees ees a cute baby!" Fifi said. "Vat is his name?" Rehmon told her. "Oh, what a fabulous name for ze little fing!" She clasped her hands together in glee. "Yes, Me and my girlfriend picked the name out some time ago." Rehmon said. "If he was a girl, he was going to be Rosemary." Trunks nodded. "I helped pick that name out. I think it's pretty." Fifi leaned up close to Trunks. "Vell, if you ever haff a daughter, maybe ve-I mean, YOU could name her zat." Trunks nodded and his cheeks flushed pink. "Yeah.. Maybe." He said. Rehmon giggled in a male sort of way.
"Alright, is everyone ready to start all the games and presents?" Bra asked. She was standing on the 3rd stair, looking very bossy. When she heard a murmur of assent from the people at the party, she walked toward the games. "But we have to wait for that stupid jerk Goten." She said. Goku nodded. "I don't know where he is. But he told me he would be here." Rehmon felt himself grow angry. He may not have been sure if he loved Bra, but she was his woman right now and he didn't like Goten being around her.
"Can we at least have cake?" Vegeta asked. "I'm hungry and Bulma didn't make the cake this time." Bulma slapped Vegeta. "Hush up." She said. "Wait for Goten to get here like everyone else." Trunks was kind of backing into a corner, away from Fifi, who looked like she was talking about some very embarrassing things. "Hey!" Gohan called from across the room. "What's going on over there, Trunks?" Trunks waved Gohan off. "Um.. Nothing." He said. Gohan shrugged and walked in the kitchen to pour some More Mountain Dew in his cup.
Suddenly, the door flew open. A very angry looking Goten walked in. He had a scowl on his face. "Hello, Goten!" Goku said. "Say hello to everyone!" Goten said hello to everyone. When he got to Bra, he stopped. A snide look went on his face. "Hello, Bra." He said. "I heard about your baby. Can I see him?" You could tell Goten was trying to be nice. Rehmon didn't like that.
"Yeah." He butted in. "The baby's mine. His name's Landon." Rehmon picked up the baby and carted him over to Goten to let him look. "May I hold him?" Goten asked, timidly. Rehmon put his arms more securely around his son. "I don't think so. Landon doesn't like strangers." Bra was standing really close to Rehmon, almost uncomfortably. "C'mon, Rehmon honey. Let Goten hold him, then maybe, he'll go on." Goten scowled horribly and held out his arms. "Let's see him, then." Goten said. Rehmon reluctantly handed the child over.
As soon as Goten had Landon in his arms, he hitched in a breath and screamed. "You have to hold his head!" Bra screamed, snatching her baby away. "He's only 2 months old! And you weren't holding him right! He's a BOY! That probably hurts! How would you like ME to hold YOU like that?"
Suddenly, Trunks and Vegeta were in a fit of the giggles. "Sounds like a come on to me, huh dad?" Trunks asked. Vegeta nodded. "Yep." Bra looked at them offensively. "You KNOW I hate Goten!" Goten slicked away and went to join his family, the only people who accepted him right now.
"Okay! The first game is Pin the Beard on Bin Laden!" Vegeta looked at the cardboard beard and the ugly man on the poster. "EW! He can HAVE it!" He said, and he pasted the beard on his face.
"You have to be blindfolded first, Veggie!" Bulma said. "Oh." Said Vegeta. He took the ugly beard off Bin Laden and let Bulma tie the blindfold around his eyes. "Can you see?" Bulma asked him. Vegeta shook his head. "Nope."
Bulma gave him a push toward the poster. "HEY!" He said. "Don't push me!" He ripped the blindfold off, turned around, and taped the beard to Bulma's face. "HEY!" Bulma said. She slapped at Vegeta. He slapped at her back. "Hey, no cat fights at Bra's birthday!" Rehmon said. He pulled Bulma back, who looked like she was about to snap Vegeta's neck in 2.
"My turn!" Bra said. She didn't even put the blindfold on. She just walked over and stuck the beard on Bin Laden. "Yay, I win a TV." She said. Vegeta shook his head. "No, that's not how it works. You were cheating. I demand you go back and put on that D*mn blindfold. I want the TV." Bra groaned and let Bulma put it on her, then she pinned the beard on Bin Laden's chest. "Ha ha." Goten said. "You want a piece of this?" Bra asked him. "I'll beat you with an umbrella like I did that one night! Don't you DARE think I won't!" He backed up timidly. "I vant Trunks to go." Fifi said. "No, I don't want to." Trunks said. "It's a kid's game." Fifi gave him a push up towards the poster. "NO!" Trunks said. "Come on, Trunksie." Bulma said. "You'll do great!" Trunks shrugged. "Fine." He said. "I don't care."
Bulma put the blindfold on Trunks. He staggered forward and placed the beard in exactly the right spot. He didn't know why everyone was clapping until he removed the blindfold. "What the?" He asked. "That's just eerie." He said. Then he took a TV out of the prize box. "I'll plug it in later." He said.
"The next game is called Twister." Bra said. Rehmon and all the other men groaned. Twister isn't a favorite among men, in case you haven't noticed. "But it's not fair!" Vegeta whined. "Men aren't as flexible as women! We'll be at a disadvantage!" Bulma gasped. "Oh my gosh! Is Vegeta saying that he's afraid he'll LOSE?" Vegeta growled and got on the Twister mat. They had two of them, because there were so many people wanting to play. Krillin had the spinner. "Okay, right foot green!" He said. Vegeta placed his right foot on green.
"That's not so bad." He said. "It's like just stepping." But then the spinner read, 'Left hand red'. Vegeta had to stretch all the way across the mat, and it was very painful. "Ow!" He said. "My arms are stretching! Hurry!" Rehmon was having a hard time, too, because his muscles were rather sore from hiking the jack on his car. Marron and Bra were having an easy time. Bulma and 18 were, too, but not as easy a time as the younger girls. Goku and Gohan weren't playing because they were afraid they would have someone's butt right in their face. Goten wasn't playing because he felt like an outcast right now.
"Right hand, Green!" Krillin called in his nasal voice. Rehmon reached across the board and tried his hardest to get to green. It was hard, and he felt like he was being stretched like a piano string. He noticed how Marron did it so easily.
Rehmon shook his head and looked at the large blue dot in front of his face on the twister mat. Just listen for the next order He thought. I'll be able to quit in a minute. He noticed Vegeta was having a hard time reaching it, too, but by doing sort of a squatting position he managed to do it rather easily.
"Left foot Blue!" Krillin called. Rehmon stretched his foot out in front of him, and before he realized It, his balance was shifting and he fell squarely on his butt. Pain jarred up him as everyone laughed at him. "That's going to hurt in the morning." He said, and got up. He walked to the sidelines and watched everyone else.
"I'm twisty like a pretzel." Vegeta said. Bulma nodded. "Yep. You sure are." She said. She was staring at his bent over @$$. Rehmon was struggling to keep his eyes off Marron's. Soon, Vegeta fell and thumped to the ground painfully, because he was forced to stretch one hand behind him and it caused his balance to go haywire. It was now only down to Bra, Marron, 18 and Bulma. Bra looked like she would win because she took all the cheerleading and gymnastics and stuff. "Go, Bra!" Veggie said. "You can beat that midget's daughter!" But Bra wasn't so sure. Marron was pretty good at it.
"Go, both of you guys!" Bulma said, stretching out to put her right foot on green. 18 was wobbling around uncontrollably. Krillin hesitated to say anything else, because he didn't want his wife to fall. "Come on, Krillin!" Bulma said. Krillin cleared his throat and said right hand yellow, and that caused 18 to topple over. But when she fell, her legs got tangled up in Bulma's and they both fell to the ground. "Hey!" Vegeta said. He helped Bulma up because he didn't want anyone looking up her skirt. "Okay, go Bra!" He said.
Krillin said right hand green, and as Marron moved her hand over, it bashed against the back of Bra's leg. This caused Bra's balance to shift. She started waving her arms around trying to keep her balance, but in the end, her face went in the carpet.
"Are you okay Bra?" Vegeta asked. "Is there some carpet up your nose?" Bra shook her head and handed Marron a DVD player. "No." She said. "But I hate losing." Rehmon didn't know if he was supposed to clap or not. "Are you okay?" He asked Bra. She nodded and Rehmon gave her the baby.
"I want cake now!" Vegeta said. "I'm hungry and I'm tired of games." Bulma put a finger on his lips. "Shut up!" She said. "Be nice! It's your daughter's birthday! We still have some games to play before we can eat cake, you know!" Vegeta jammed his hands in his pockets. "Well, let's hope they go by fast." He heard Trunks' door slam as he and Fifi came out. Trunks looked very strange, like he wanted to blow Fifi's head off. It was a rare look for happy-go-lucky Trunks.
"Hello, boy!" Vegeta said. "You wanna play these games so we can hurry up an' eat some cake?" Trunks nodded. "Sure." He said. But then he whispered, 'Can you get rid of this chick for a while? She's driving me nuts." Vegeta nodded. "Can do. Say, Fifi, show me your cheerleading routine again?" Trunks gave him a thumbs up. "What game are we going to play?" He asked his sister. Bra pointed to the Piñata. "That game." Trunks looked at the Piñata, and then he picked up a baseball bat. "Great! Can I go first?" Bra shook her head. "No. Women first! You men are too strong and you'll break it!" Trunks handed the bat over. "Fine." He said, and he sat down on the couch to watch for the time being.
"Mom, do you want to go first?" Bra asked. Bulma shook her head. "No way. 'm too old for that sh*t." But everyone made her, so she took the bat. "Now let me tie the blindfold." She tied the tied the blindfold around her mother's head. "Go, mom!" Trunks said. Bulma took the bat and swung at the Piñata, but Rehmon jerked the rope up and the piñata sailed above her head. "Ah, sh*t!" Bulma said when she missed. "Keep trying!" Marron said. "You get three tries!" Bulma kept swinging, but each time she missed. The last time, she grazed one of the points of the star-shaped-piñata, but she didn't hit it hard enough to do any damage.
"Me next!" 18 said. She didn't do much better, except she grazed the piñata on all three of her tries. Then Bra, Marron and every woman went. None of them were able to hit it. "You're jerking it too much, Rehmon!" Bra whined. He shrugged. "It's Trunks' turn!" He said. Trunks took the baseball bat out of Bra' hands and let them tie the blindfold on it. He thumped it on the ground like Yamcha did in his baseball games.
Then he swung at the piñata. But Rehmon's reflexes were so sharp because he was a Saiyan, he jerked it up at just the right time. But Trunks' were good, too. He felt what direction it caused the breeze to go past his face, and realized that it had gone upward. He hovered up and bashed at the Piñata. In just one hit, Candy and stuff rained down on people's heads. A plastic whistle hit Krillin on the head and knocked him out.
"Krillin!" 18 said. She was the only one who was worried. Everyone else was grabbing candy. Vegeta rushed back in the room and began shoveling candy in his mouth. Bulma noticed he had a strange smell to him. "You don't eat it package and all!" She said. She started grabbing the candy out of his mouth and he bit at her.
"Hey! I broke it! Don't I get some candy, too?" Trunks asked. But nobody was listening to him; they were all getting candy. While they were, Bulma noticed the strange smell on Vegeta again. It was a sweet smell that smelled something like strawberries. But the weird thing was that they were out of strawberries, so he couldn't have been eating some. "Vegeta, were you in my perfume?" Bulma asked her hubby as he shoveled candy in his mouth. "No. Of course not. Perfume is a ladies' thing." Bulma eyed him suspiciously and continued piling candy in her opened apron.
Trunks picked up the baseball bat. "Alright, all of you! Clear out before I start using this!" They all cleared out of the way, because Trunks was a man of his word. He looked at the candy remains on the ground. There were 2 Jawbreakers, a plastic whistle, and a dinosaur stencil. "HEY!" Trunks said. "There's only 3 things-and the plastic w"histle is caked with Krillin's blood (Remember, Krillin got knocked out with a plastic whistle)!"
"That's not our fault, son." Vegeta said. "You should have gotten here sooner!" Flecks of Twizzler wrappers were spewing from Vegeta's mouth. Trunks raised the baseball bat. "Shut up, Pops, or I'll beat you into an oblivion!" Vegeta laughed. "You couldn't beat an clown into oblivion!" Trunks growled. "What difference does it make?" He asked, then threw the baseball bat down. He scooped up the Jawbreakers and popped them in his big cute old mouth.
"Hey, Trunks!" Fifi said from across the room. Trunks turned around. His face was beat red. "Y-Yes?" He asked. "Trunks, Lez go upstairs, no?" Trunks blushed deeper. "Sure, um, Okay." He followed her up the stairs.
"Do you guys want to finish with the games, or eat cake?" Bra asked. "Um, I want to finish with the games!" Vegeta piped up. Bulma looked at him strange. "Just 15 minutes ago you couldn't wait to eat cake!" Rehmon said. He was bouncing Baby Landon. "Y-Yes, I know, but now I can't wait to finish with these good old games!" he swung an arm in jolly fashion. "Is there something wrong, dear?" Bulma asked Vegeta. "No." Veggie said. "Nothing at all. "Are you sure?" " Bulma asked. "Why wouldn't I be sure?" Vegeta asked. Bulma shrugged. "Your just acting a little weird, is all."
"Aaaaaaaaaahhh!" Came a scream from the kitchen. It was Bra. Rehmon went running, because he was afraid she had fell with Landon or something. "What's wrong?" He shouted. He found Bra in the kitchen, pointing at the table. There was a large silver cake-sheet, and lots of strawberry icing- But no cake.
"Where's my cake?" Bra asked, running into the living room. "Which ones of you ate my strawberry cake before it was time?"
The pungent smell of strawberries Bulma smelled on Vegeta invaded her mind. "ONES?" She asked. "Only 1 person ate your cake, Bra." She pointed at Vegeta and suddenly noticed the pink gob of icing in his hair.
"PAPA!" Bra shouted. "Your own daughter's birthday cake!" Landon started to cry from the intensity of her voice. "I was hungry!" Vegeta said. "Vegeta, what do you have to say for yourself?" Bulma barked. "How could you?" Rehmon was just laughing. He figured if the mood in the room got any sadder, Landon would cry so hard he would explode. "Hey!" Goku said. "I've done that plenty of times! It's no big deal!" Vegeta thumbs- upped Goku. "Kakarott has a point." He said. "He does it all the time, and nobody yells at him. What is it, gang up on Vegeta day?" He crossed his arms and pouted. "Yes, but we know your not stupid enough to do something like this!" Bulma said. "That's why we're so disappointed in you, Vegeta!" Vegeta hung his head.
"Everybody has slip-ups." He grumbled. "And you should have let me eat the cake. I was very, very hungry."
Suddenly, Trunks ran down the stairs so fast that he rolled the last half. He thunked against the ground. "Trunks, are you alright?" Bulma asked him. Trunks got up and rubbed his sore bottom. "Yes, I'm fine." He said. Then he looked behind him, noticed Fifi was coming, and began running again. "Leave me alone!" Trunks screamed. "I don't want to have sex with you!" He ran around the coffee table 3 times before jumping over the couch and knocking it over.
"Yez you do!" Fifi shouted. "I can teel it!" Vegeta began to laugh. "Jeez, Trunks. Look who's the ladies man." Trunks growled. "I don't want to have sex! Make her leave me alone!" Trunks crawled under the kitchen table and into a little ball.
"Leave Trunks alone!" Bulma told Fifi. "He's scared to have sex!"
"MOM!" Trunks croaked. "Thanks a lot!" Fifi had a strange look on her face. "I am so sorry, Trunks." She said. "But eet ees impossible for me to be weeth a man who is afraid of sex." Then she walked across the living room, mumbling: "And he was a rich one, too." Trunks pulled him self out of the table. "She broke up with me, just because I'm afraid of sex!" He stomped on the ground. "Thanks a lot, mother. Now I have to find another girl." Everyone in the whole room was silent, and suddenly Marron said: "I'll be your girlfriend, Trunks." Trunks whipped his head around, and all his lavender hair spilled over his eyes in casual elegance. "Really?" he asked. He ran over to Marron. "You think I'm handsome and you don't care if I'm afraid of sex!?" Marron shook her head. "I don't talk funny, either. I think you're hot."
"Cool!" Trunks said. "I must BE a ladies man! I can't stay 2 minutes without a girlfriend!" Rehmon looked at them talking and conversing about their future. He couldn't help but feel a hot pang of jealousy. "What?" he asked himself. "I have a girl. Why am I jealous?" Even he couldn't answer that.
End of chapter! Sorry about the delay! I'm trying to write 2 stories at once! Christmas in the next chappie, you guys!!
--Blurubberduckie1@aol.com
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN DBZ OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS SO DON'T SUE ME BECAUSE YOU WON'T GET ANYWHERE HA HA HA
It was the day of Bra's birthday party. Everyone was really busy in preparation for the party, because it was going to be a big one. They had tons of games and things, mostly child's games. And expensive prizes like TV's and DVD players. The only one not joined in the buzzing and getting- ready was Vegeta. Baby Landon, who was now 2 months old, laid on the couch next to him, asleep.
Vegeta was still grumpy about the Bra/Rehmon situation. You know, of her wanting to marry him. He didn't think Bra was being the smart girl he had raised, and he thought she was being too spastic and rushing to conclusions. But then again, he hadn't heard anything about it since a month ago. That meant Rehmon hadn't proposed to her yet, or told her he loved her. And about that, Vegeta was a little curious. I wonder if he does love her? * He thought. * They act all.. Lovey dovey sometimes.but that doesn't say anything. * He stared at Bulma trying to tack some balloons to the ceiling. She had a stapler and was standing on a ladder. "Be careful up there." Vegeta grunted at her. "If you die, where will I get my sex?" She looked at him and he smirked at her and raised an eyebrow. Then she turned back to her balloon work.
"You know, Vegeta, if you were a really nice guy you would help me put these balloons up for Bra's party."
"Yes, I know, but I am not a nice guy. I'm a Saiyan." Said Vegeta. "And from right here, I have a perfectly good view up your skirt, so I think I'll stay here." Bulma giggled. Vegeta looked over at Bra, who was tacking a 'Pin the Tail on the Donkey' game on the wall. Rehmon was on the opposite side of the room, tying a piñata up on a hook. "There." He said. "When it's time to do it, I'll untie it so I can pull it up and down." He rubbed his hands together, and they made a clapping noise, before hovering up to help Bulma with her balloons. His attitude had increased a lot since the last month. He seemed to have cooled down a bit.
"Do you need some help over there, Bra?" Rehmon called. She looked at him and shook her head. "No thanks, honey. I'm doing fine." Rehmon flashed her his dazzling smile and took a pack of Marlboro Lights out of his pocket. He jammed one of the cigarettes in his mouth, lit it up and inhaled. The smoke going in his lungs relaxed him.
"Hey, Rehmon!" Vegeta said. He looked up and smoothed his black hair back. "Yes?" He asked Vegeta. Landon stirred at the sound of his father's voice. Rehmon smiled down at his son, a Gesture Vegeta saw a lot. He could tell Rehmon loved his son more than anything.
"Let's go outside." Vegeta said. "We really need to talk." Rehmon cocked an eyebrow. "About what?" He asked. He was rather suspicious that Vegeta wanted to talk to him. "It's about Bra." Vegeta said. They walked out on the back porch.
"I was just wondering." Vegeta said. "About you and my daughter." He narrowed his eyes. "I wanted to know if you love her and if your going to propose to her and if you are when." He said the sentence choppy, fast, and very low. Rehmon could barely hear what he had said. "Umm." He said, "I'm not comfortable with this question in the least, but I will answer you." He took a long puff on the cigarette.
"For the first question.I'm not sure if I love her." Vegeta looked at him, startled. But then he came up with the normal, smooth Vegeta answer. "Well, do you feel the same way for her that you felt for my wife all the times you guys screwed?" Rehmon was stung with the words. "I thought you'd forgotten, or at least forgiven me for that." He said. "And no, I don't feel that way about Bra. That doesn't mean I don't love Bra, Or that I didn't love Bulma, because I know I loved Bulma. I'm just saying that there are different kinds of love."
Vegeta didn't really understand, but he decided to accept the answer. "Okay, what about the proposing?" Rehmon chuckled heartily. "If I DO propose, then it won't be for a while. Bra is 16 and I'm 23. At least 4 years." Vegeta jumped in the air and whooped. "Yippee!" He said. "I think that's the right choice." Then he went back in the house, leaving Rehmon stuttering.
DING-DONG! The doorbell chimed later that morning. Bra bounced up off the bed where her and Rehmon lay making out and clapped. Rehmon wiped lipstick off his face. "Who do you suppose it is?" He asked. "I don't know." Bra said. "Most probably Marron because she told me she would come early to help me get ready." Bra bounced up and out the door. Rehmon followed closely behind.
"Maybe you could come and help me with these balloons?" Bulma called to Rehmon. "Vegeta's too busy looking up my skirt." Vegeta smirked. Rehmon walked over there and climbed the ladder. Bulma wished she were on the ground so she could see his @$$ as he climbed up.
"Oh, hi Marron!" Bra called from the doorway. Immediately a flush rose to Rehmon's handsome face, in which he tried to hide. If they saw the blush they would know he liked Marron. "Hurry up, please!" Bulma said sharply. Rehmon scuttled up the rest of the ladder and he heard 2 pairs of shoes on the carpet now. "Hi guys!" Said Marron from the floor. Rehmon turned his head and twisted around to look at her, but he stumbled and began waving his arms to keep his balance. "Oh, be careful!" Bra gasped. Bulma tried to grab him and keep him from falling, but he was considerably heavier than she (He wasn't fat at 132 pounds, but Bulma only weighed 115) and it dragged the both of them plummeting to the ground.
Vegeta, being as fast as he was and knowing Bulma could be seriously hurt from the fall, zipped over and caught her right before she hit the ground. But Rehmon, however, hit the ground with a huge THUMP. "Oh honey are you alright?" Bra asked him. She helped him stand up. "Yes, I'm fine." Rehmon mumbled. "Hi, Marron."
Vegeta and Bulma were kissing all over each other because he had caught her. "Thanks." Bulma said, and she climbed back up the ladder to finish.
"Hello Krillin! Hello 18!" Rehmon said at the door. "Come inside you guys!" He shook Krillin's hand and hugged 18. 18 didn't love Rehmon anymore but when he hugged her like that it made her really horny. "How are you guys' doin'?" Rehmon asked. "Fine." 18 said, staring into his face. "Where's Landon? The new baby? I want to see him."
"He's asleep on the couch over by Vegeta and Bulma." Rehmon said. "Wake him up if you like. He's been sleeping for a while, now." But Landon was already awake. Marron was playing with him. When she squatted down like that, Rehmon noticed how it made her pants fit tight. He blushed again and turned away. He stood at the door and stared at it, hoping someone would ring the doorbell so he wouldn't look stupid.
"What do you expect that door to do, open into the Netherlands?" Vegeta called across the room. "I hate to be the one to break this to you, but doors don't open unless you turn the KNOB." Rehmon flushed and walked to the couch and sat down by Bulma. He was shoving his face with popcorn when Marron came over and sat down by him. "Hello." She said to him. "That's a really cute baby you and Bra have." Rehmon nodded. "Yeah." Was all he could think of to say. "That's really cool how he looks just like Vegeta." Vegeta stopped talking to Bulma and 18 at the mention of his name. "What?" He asked. Marron pointed at Landon. "He looks like you." Vegeta rolled his eyes at Marron and went back to talking.
"What a jerk." Marron said. Rehmon got mad that he was being mean to Marron. "Hey, Vegeta, you need to be nice!" He said.
Vegeta looked at Rehmon. "I didn't say anything." He said hotly. "Now can I finish my conversation." Rehmon furrowed his brow at Vegeta, who just continued chatting. Marron had gotten up to go find Bra before Rehmon noticed. "Ah, craps." He said.
Rehmon was walking around, trying to find something to do, when he saw Trunks and Fifi walking across the living room. "Hey, you guys!" Rehmon said. Trunks turned around. His face was kind of flushed. "Oh, hey." He said. Fifi was looking at Baby Landon, who was now awake. His blue eyes were open and he was staring at the world.
"Zees ees a cute baby!" Fifi said. "Vat is his name?" Rehmon told her. "Oh, what a fabulous name for ze little fing!" She clasped her hands together in glee. "Yes, Me and my girlfriend picked the name out some time ago." Rehmon said. "If he was a girl, he was going to be Rosemary." Trunks nodded. "I helped pick that name out. I think it's pretty." Fifi leaned up close to Trunks. "Vell, if you ever haff a daughter, maybe ve-I mean, YOU could name her zat." Trunks nodded and his cheeks flushed pink. "Yeah.. Maybe." He said. Rehmon giggled in a male sort of way.
"Alright, is everyone ready to start all the games and presents?" Bra asked. She was standing on the 3rd stair, looking very bossy. When she heard a murmur of assent from the people at the party, she walked toward the games. "But we have to wait for that stupid jerk Goten." She said. Goku nodded. "I don't know where he is. But he told me he would be here." Rehmon felt himself grow angry. He may not have been sure if he loved Bra, but she was his woman right now and he didn't like Goten being around her.
"Can we at least have cake?" Vegeta asked. "I'm hungry and Bulma didn't make the cake this time." Bulma slapped Vegeta. "Hush up." She said. "Wait for Goten to get here like everyone else." Trunks was kind of backing into a corner, away from Fifi, who looked like she was talking about some very embarrassing things. "Hey!" Gohan called from across the room. "What's going on over there, Trunks?" Trunks waved Gohan off. "Um.. Nothing." He said. Gohan shrugged and walked in the kitchen to pour some More Mountain Dew in his cup.
Suddenly, the door flew open. A very angry looking Goten walked in. He had a scowl on his face. "Hello, Goten!" Goku said. "Say hello to everyone!" Goten said hello to everyone. When he got to Bra, he stopped. A snide look went on his face. "Hello, Bra." He said. "I heard about your baby. Can I see him?" You could tell Goten was trying to be nice. Rehmon didn't like that.
"Yeah." He butted in. "The baby's mine. His name's Landon." Rehmon picked up the baby and carted him over to Goten to let him look. "May I hold him?" Goten asked, timidly. Rehmon put his arms more securely around his son. "I don't think so. Landon doesn't like strangers." Bra was standing really close to Rehmon, almost uncomfortably. "C'mon, Rehmon honey. Let Goten hold him, then maybe, he'll go on." Goten scowled horribly and held out his arms. "Let's see him, then." Goten said. Rehmon reluctantly handed the child over.
As soon as Goten had Landon in his arms, he hitched in a breath and screamed. "You have to hold his head!" Bra screamed, snatching her baby away. "He's only 2 months old! And you weren't holding him right! He's a BOY! That probably hurts! How would you like ME to hold YOU like that?"
Suddenly, Trunks and Vegeta were in a fit of the giggles. "Sounds like a come on to me, huh dad?" Trunks asked. Vegeta nodded. "Yep." Bra looked at them offensively. "You KNOW I hate Goten!" Goten slicked away and went to join his family, the only people who accepted him right now.
"Okay! The first game is Pin the Beard on Bin Laden!" Vegeta looked at the cardboard beard and the ugly man on the poster. "EW! He can HAVE it!" He said, and he pasted the beard on his face.
"You have to be blindfolded first, Veggie!" Bulma said. "Oh." Said Vegeta. He took the ugly beard off Bin Laden and let Bulma tie the blindfold around his eyes. "Can you see?" Bulma asked him. Vegeta shook his head. "Nope."
Bulma gave him a push toward the poster. "HEY!" He said. "Don't push me!" He ripped the blindfold off, turned around, and taped the beard to Bulma's face. "HEY!" Bulma said. She slapped at Vegeta. He slapped at her back. "Hey, no cat fights at Bra's birthday!" Rehmon said. He pulled Bulma back, who looked like she was about to snap Vegeta's neck in 2.
"My turn!" Bra said. She didn't even put the blindfold on. She just walked over and stuck the beard on Bin Laden. "Yay, I win a TV." She said. Vegeta shook his head. "No, that's not how it works. You were cheating. I demand you go back and put on that D*mn blindfold. I want the TV." Bra groaned and let Bulma put it on her, then she pinned the beard on Bin Laden's chest. "Ha ha." Goten said. "You want a piece of this?" Bra asked him. "I'll beat you with an umbrella like I did that one night! Don't you DARE think I won't!" He backed up timidly. "I vant Trunks to go." Fifi said. "No, I don't want to." Trunks said. "It's a kid's game." Fifi gave him a push up towards the poster. "NO!" Trunks said. "Come on, Trunksie." Bulma said. "You'll do great!" Trunks shrugged. "Fine." He said. "I don't care."
Bulma put the blindfold on Trunks. He staggered forward and placed the beard in exactly the right spot. He didn't know why everyone was clapping until he removed the blindfold. "What the?" He asked. "That's just eerie." He said. Then he took a TV out of the prize box. "I'll plug it in later." He said.
"The next game is called Twister." Bra said. Rehmon and all the other men groaned. Twister isn't a favorite among men, in case you haven't noticed. "But it's not fair!" Vegeta whined. "Men aren't as flexible as women! We'll be at a disadvantage!" Bulma gasped. "Oh my gosh! Is Vegeta saying that he's afraid he'll LOSE?" Vegeta growled and got on the Twister mat. They had two of them, because there were so many people wanting to play. Krillin had the spinner. "Okay, right foot green!" He said. Vegeta placed his right foot on green.
"That's not so bad." He said. "It's like just stepping." But then the spinner read, 'Left hand red'. Vegeta had to stretch all the way across the mat, and it was very painful. "Ow!" He said. "My arms are stretching! Hurry!" Rehmon was having a hard time, too, because his muscles were rather sore from hiking the jack on his car. Marron and Bra were having an easy time. Bulma and 18 were, too, but not as easy a time as the younger girls. Goku and Gohan weren't playing because they were afraid they would have someone's butt right in their face. Goten wasn't playing because he felt like an outcast right now.
"Right hand, Green!" Krillin called in his nasal voice. Rehmon reached across the board and tried his hardest to get to green. It was hard, and he felt like he was being stretched like a piano string. He noticed how Marron did it so easily.
Rehmon shook his head and looked at the large blue dot in front of his face on the twister mat. Just listen for the next order He thought. I'll be able to quit in a minute. He noticed Vegeta was having a hard time reaching it, too, but by doing sort of a squatting position he managed to do it rather easily.
"Left foot Blue!" Krillin called. Rehmon stretched his foot out in front of him, and before he realized It, his balance was shifting and he fell squarely on his butt. Pain jarred up him as everyone laughed at him. "That's going to hurt in the morning." He said, and got up. He walked to the sidelines and watched everyone else.
"I'm twisty like a pretzel." Vegeta said. Bulma nodded. "Yep. You sure are." She said. She was staring at his bent over @$$. Rehmon was struggling to keep his eyes off Marron's. Soon, Vegeta fell and thumped to the ground painfully, because he was forced to stretch one hand behind him and it caused his balance to go haywire. It was now only down to Bra, Marron, 18 and Bulma. Bra looked like she would win because she took all the cheerleading and gymnastics and stuff. "Go, Bra!" Veggie said. "You can beat that midget's daughter!" But Bra wasn't so sure. Marron was pretty good at it.
"Go, both of you guys!" Bulma said, stretching out to put her right foot on green. 18 was wobbling around uncontrollably. Krillin hesitated to say anything else, because he didn't want his wife to fall. "Come on, Krillin!" Bulma said. Krillin cleared his throat and said right hand yellow, and that caused 18 to topple over. But when she fell, her legs got tangled up in Bulma's and they both fell to the ground. "Hey!" Vegeta said. He helped Bulma up because he didn't want anyone looking up her skirt. "Okay, go Bra!" He said.
Krillin said right hand green, and as Marron moved her hand over, it bashed against the back of Bra's leg. This caused Bra's balance to shift. She started waving her arms around trying to keep her balance, but in the end, her face went in the carpet.
"Are you okay Bra?" Vegeta asked. "Is there some carpet up your nose?" Bra shook her head and handed Marron a DVD player. "No." She said. "But I hate losing." Rehmon didn't know if he was supposed to clap or not. "Are you okay?" He asked Bra. She nodded and Rehmon gave her the baby.
"I want cake now!" Vegeta said. "I'm hungry and I'm tired of games." Bulma put a finger on his lips. "Shut up!" She said. "Be nice! It's your daughter's birthday! We still have some games to play before we can eat cake, you know!" Vegeta jammed his hands in his pockets. "Well, let's hope they go by fast." He heard Trunks' door slam as he and Fifi came out. Trunks looked very strange, like he wanted to blow Fifi's head off. It was a rare look for happy-go-lucky Trunks.
"Hello, boy!" Vegeta said. "You wanna play these games so we can hurry up an' eat some cake?" Trunks nodded. "Sure." He said. But then he whispered, 'Can you get rid of this chick for a while? She's driving me nuts." Vegeta nodded. "Can do. Say, Fifi, show me your cheerleading routine again?" Trunks gave him a thumbs up. "What game are we going to play?" He asked his sister. Bra pointed to the Piñata. "That game." Trunks looked at the Piñata, and then he picked up a baseball bat. "Great! Can I go first?" Bra shook her head. "No. Women first! You men are too strong and you'll break it!" Trunks handed the bat over. "Fine." He said, and he sat down on the couch to watch for the time being.
"Mom, do you want to go first?" Bra asked. Bulma shook her head. "No way. 'm too old for that sh*t." But everyone made her, so she took the bat. "Now let me tie the blindfold." She tied the tied the blindfold around her mother's head. "Go, mom!" Trunks said. Bulma took the bat and swung at the Piñata, but Rehmon jerked the rope up and the piñata sailed above her head. "Ah, sh*t!" Bulma said when she missed. "Keep trying!" Marron said. "You get three tries!" Bulma kept swinging, but each time she missed. The last time, she grazed one of the points of the star-shaped-piñata, but she didn't hit it hard enough to do any damage.
"Me next!" 18 said. She didn't do much better, except she grazed the piñata on all three of her tries. Then Bra, Marron and every woman went. None of them were able to hit it. "You're jerking it too much, Rehmon!" Bra whined. He shrugged. "It's Trunks' turn!" He said. Trunks took the baseball bat out of Bra' hands and let them tie the blindfold on it. He thumped it on the ground like Yamcha did in his baseball games.
Then he swung at the piñata. But Rehmon's reflexes were so sharp because he was a Saiyan, he jerked it up at just the right time. But Trunks' were good, too. He felt what direction it caused the breeze to go past his face, and realized that it had gone upward. He hovered up and bashed at the Piñata. In just one hit, Candy and stuff rained down on people's heads. A plastic whistle hit Krillin on the head and knocked him out.
"Krillin!" 18 said. She was the only one who was worried. Everyone else was grabbing candy. Vegeta rushed back in the room and began shoveling candy in his mouth. Bulma noticed he had a strange smell to him. "You don't eat it package and all!" She said. She started grabbing the candy out of his mouth and he bit at her.
"Hey! I broke it! Don't I get some candy, too?" Trunks asked. But nobody was listening to him; they were all getting candy. While they were, Bulma noticed the strange smell on Vegeta again. It was a sweet smell that smelled something like strawberries. But the weird thing was that they were out of strawberries, so he couldn't have been eating some. "Vegeta, were you in my perfume?" Bulma asked her hubby as he shoveled candy in his mouth. "No. Of course not. Perfume is a ladies' thing." Bulma eyed him suspiciously and continued piling candy in her opened apron.
Trunks picked up the baseball bat. "Alright, all of you! Clear out before I start using this!" They all cleared out of the way, because Trunks was a man of his word. He looked at the candy remains on the ground. There were 2 Jawbreakers, a plastic whistle, and a dinosaur stencil. "HEY!" Trunks said. "There's only 3 things-and the plastic w"histle is caked with Krillin's blood (Remember, Krillin got knocked out with a plastic whistle)!"
"That's not our fault, son." Vegeta said. "You should have gotten here sooner!" Flecks of Twizzler wrappers were spewing from Vegeta's mouth. Trunks raised the baseball bat. "Shut up, Pops, or I'll beat you into an oblivion!" Vegeta laughed. "You couldn't beat an clown into oblivion!" Trunks growled. "What difference does it make?" He asked, then threw the baseball bat down. He scooped up the Jawbreakers and popped them in his big cute old mouth.
"Hey, Trunks!" Fifi said from across the room. Trunks turned around. His face was beat red. "Y-Yes?" He asked. "Trunks, Lez go upstairs, no?" Trunks blushed deeper. "Sure, um, Okay." He followed her up the stairs.
"Do you guys want to finish with the games, or eat cake?" Bra asked. "Um, I want to finish with the games!" Vegeta piped up. Bulma looked at him strange. "Just 15 minutes ago you couldn't wait to eat cake!" Rehmon said. He was bouncing Baby Landon. "Y-Yes, I know, but now I can't wait to finish with these good old games!" he swung an arm in jolly fashion. "Is there something wrong, dear?" Bulma asked Vegeta. "No." Veggie said. "Nothing at all. "Are you sure?" " Bulma asked. "Why wouldn't I be sure?" Vegeta asked. Bulma shrugged. "Your just acting a little weird, is all."
"Aaaaaaaaaahhh!" Came a scream from the kitchen. It was Bra. Rehmon went running, because he was afraid she had fell with Landon or something. "What's wrong?" He shouted. He found Bra in the kitchen, pointing at the table. There was a large silver cake-sheet, and lots of strawberry icing- But no cake.
"Where's my cake?" Bra asked, running into the living room. "Which ones of you ate my strawberry cake before it was time?"
The pungent smell of strawberries Bulma smelled on Vegeta invaded her mind. "ONES?" She asked. "Only 1 person ate your cake, Bra." She pointed at Vegeta and suddenly noticed the pink gob of icing in his hair.
"PAPA!" Bra shouted. "Your own daughter's birthday cake!" Landon started to cry from the intensity of her voice. "I was hungry!" Vegeta said. "Vegeta, what do you have to say for yourself?" Bulma barked. "How could you?" Rehmon was just laughing. He figured if the mood in the room got any sadder, Landon would cry so hard he would explode. "Hey!" Goku said. "I've done that plenty of times! It's no big deal!" Vegeta thumbs- upped Goku. "Kakarott has a point." He said. "He does it all the time, and nobody yells at him. What is it, gang up on Vegeta day?" He crossed his arms and pouted. "Yes, but we know your not stupid enough to do something like this!" Bulma said. "That's why we're so disappointed in you, Vegeta!" Vegeta hung his head.
"Everybody has slip-ups." He grumbled. "And you should have let me eat the cake. I was very, very hungry."
Suddenly, Trunks ran down the stairs so fast that he rolled the last half. He thunked against the ground. "Trunks, are you alright?" Bulma asked him. Trunks got up and rubbed his sore bottom. "Yes, I'm fine." He said. Then he looked behind him, noticed Fifi was coming, and began running again. "Leave me alone!" Trunks screamed. "I don't want to have sex with you!" He ran around the coffee table 3 times before jumping over the couch and knocking it over.
"Yez you do!" Fifi shouted. "I can teel it!" Vegeta began to laugh. "Jeez, Trunks. Look who's the ladies man." Trunks growled. "I don't want to have sex! Make her leave me alone!" Trunks crawled under the kitchen table and into a little ball.
"Leave Trunks alone!" Bulma told Fifi. "He's scared to have sex!"
"MOM!" Trunks croaked. "Thanks a lot!" Fifi had a strange look on her face. "I am so sorry, Trunks." She said. "But eet ees impossible for me to be weeth a man who is afraid of sex." Then she walked across the living room, mumbling: "And he was a rich one, too." Trunks pulled him self out of the table. "She broke up with me, just because I'm afraid of sex!" He stomped on the ground. "Thanks a lot, mother. Now I have to find another girl." Everyone in the whole room was silent, and suddenly Marron said: "I'll be your girlfriend, Trunks." Trunks whipped his head around, and all his lavender hair spilled over his eyes in casual elegance. "Really?" he asked. He ran over to Marron. "You think I'm handsome and you don't care if I'm afraid of sex!?" Marron shook her head. "I don't talk funny, either. I think you're hot."
"Cool!" Trunks said. "I must BE a ladies man! I can't stay 2 minutes without a girlfriend!" Rehmon looked at them talking and conversing about their future. He couldn't help but feel a hot pang of jealousy. "What?" he asked himself. "I have a girl. Why am I jealous?" Even he couldn't answer that.
End of chapter! Sorry about the delay! I'm trying to write 2 stories at once! Christmas in the next chappie, you guys!!
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