Vegeta's Cat

© 2002 SaiyaSith

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Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or anything like that. I am just a fan! Akira Toriyama rocks!

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The afternoon sun bathed the kitchen in a warm light. The couple at the table was having a solumn discussion. A white ball of fur sat under the table cleaning herself. Secretly, she was listening to the conversation being held above her. Sensing trouble, the cat weighed her options. Sighing to herself, she realized that she would have to intervene if there was to be peace. I will not have contention in my home, she sniffed. With a gentle push she "encouraged" her pet to make peace.

Vegeta stared at the table in thought. He felt an overwhelming urge to make things right with his wife. "Woman, I…" The Saiyan Prince began. "I…want you to understand that I did not intend to cause a scene the other day."

"Like hell you didn't." His wife snapped.

A flash of anger crossed Vegeta's face but was quickly pushed down. The Saiyan took another deep breath. "Woman, you must try to understand…"

"My name is BULMA!" She snapped.

The cat pushed her pet a little harder. Vegeta felt his anger melt and a deep love for his wife surface. "Bulma," he said. The woman softened at his tone. She suddenly realized that he was attempting in his own way to make amends. "Bulma," he said again. "I am the last Prince of the Saiyan race. Our son is the heir to the royal line." He looked his wife in the eyes and continued. "It was humiliating to see him associating with all those lesser creatures…"

"Hey!" Bulma quipped. "I'm one of those 'lesser creatures'."

His attitude flared again. "That's NOT what I meant!" Vegeta slammed his hand on the table. "Trunks is ROYALTY, and the boy does not even know it! He should ACT like a prince, not like a common fool!" The cat meowed. She had her work cut out for her. I bet this will work. Zaymi said to herself.

Vegeta's expression softened and he took Bulma's face in his hands. "Woman," he breathed, "You are neither 'lesser' nor common…" He finished his sentence with a deep kiss that said the words he could not.

That's more like it. Zaymi sniffed. The kitten began purring in satisfaction at a job well done when her pet took his mate upstairs for a different kind of "apology."

Unfortunately, her attention was so focused on Vegeta and Bulma, that she did not notice the shadow approaching from behind.

"GOT YA!" Trunks shouted with glee!

OH NO! Zaymi thought with horror. Not the cub! In the short amount of time she had been in her new home, the cat had already learned to avoid the small demi-Saiyan. He seemed to delight in tormenting the creature that his father had taken in.

"Momma said that I would really enjoy this air speeder. And Gramma says that toys are always more fun if you share." A deep sense of dread seized the kitten when she saw the gleam in the child's eye. What's that? She thought as a flash of rolled silver caught her eye. With a wicked grin, the boy undid a length of tape. "Wouldn't want you to fall off and get hurt…"

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A while later, Vegeta and his wife walked outside into the garden. "Mmmmm" Bulma purred into her husband's chest as they snuggled among the bushes. The Saiyan smirked and ran his fingers through her cerulean locks. He was about to suggest they go back inside when a horrible screeching filled the compound. The sound of a child's laughter could be heard along with the whining of an engine.

A hard look filled Vegeta's eyes. "What is that boy up to NOW?" he muttered. Bulma shook her head, and both parents headed towards the direction of the sounds. Suddenly, a toy air speeder zoomed up the walkway. Strapped to the top with duct tape and screeching like a banshee, a tiny kitten clung on for dear life. "Oh my God, TRUNKS!!!" Bulma shouted.

"Uh oh." The child realized he'd been caught. He studied his toes for a second while he tried to figure out what to do. Thinking of nothing, he blurted, "Uh…hi mom!"

With his attention off of the control box, the speeder and its passenger went out of control. The flying cat careened off of the side of the house and headed straight for the gravity room. Everyone stared dumbly at the scene. Time seemed to slow for a second and no one moved. Vegeta was the first to break free from the spell. He took off at top speed and barely caught the feline before it crashed.

In less than a minute, he had torn the metal apart and got the cat out of the speeder. Satisfied that his creature was unharmed, he handed the kitten to his wife and took Trunks to the Gravity Room for a talk.

It took Bulma almost two hours to get the tape out of the cat's hair.

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A/N: Hey again!!! Well, here's part four. Sorry it took so long, I had an english essay to write. I want to say again how much I appreciate all those who've reviewed! It is very much appreciated!!! (I'm still grinning!) I wanted to let you all know that I *do* have a plan to tie in all the chapters. I promise that it'll all make sense by the end! J

A big thank you to the following: Sue, Hella, Pen Dragon, & Marzipan. I can't tell you guys how much feedback means to me as a first-time posting writer! THANK YOU!!!

See y'all in the gravity room…