Vegeta's Cat
© 2002 SaiyaSith
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Disclaimer: Come on, now… you don't really think I came up with DBZ, do you? And if I was getting money for this, would I really put it up on the web? Nahhh…
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"I couldn't BELIEVE it Chi-Chi! It was unreal…the cat was flying around like one of the guys, and oh…it was soooo funny!…" The blue-haired woman chucked at the memory. "And you should have seen Vegeta's face when he realized…"
Will she EVER be quiet?! The kitten wondered. Bulma Briefs had been on the phone with her friend for over an hour, and the feline hiding under the table was starting to get disgusted with the conversation. Why does the stupid cub always do these things to me anyway? She growled in frustration. The more the kitten listened to the woman laughing and carrying on, the angrier the abused feline got.
"Oh! And did I tell you… Vegeta finally named it… you won't believe…. BAKA! Isn't that hilarious? He named the cat Baka! It's too funny…."
Although she didn't understand completely what the Woman said, Zaymi knew that every sentence was discussing the incident from the other day. The cat stood up and marched out of the kitchen toward the bedrooms. She was extremely tired of being humiliated, and the kitten decided that it was time to show these humans who was really in charge…
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Vegeta stretched as he got out of the shower. He raised his ki to dry himself off then laid out of the bed to relax his weary flesh. He had put in a full morning in the gravity room, then spent the afternoon arguing with his wife. His shoulder muscles tightened in anger when he thought back on the conversation…
"That boy has too much time on his hands, Woman! He needs more training!"
"I will NOT have you beating on our child just because you're a fighting-obssessed ass!"
"I am NOT fighting-obsessed, Woman! The boy needs to learn discipline!"
"He's too young!!!"
"He is a SAIYAN!"
On and on it went…
Vegeta growled at the memory. Saiyans were trained hard from birth! So far, Bulma had only allowed Vegeta to teach their son fighting forms and strength training. Bah! The boy needed to spar! Trunks' Saiyan blood cried for battle. Why couldn't she understand?! If they did not provide a safe outlet for the child's inborn fighting instincts, his blood would begin seek out conflict of every kind. What was Bulma so afraid of? Did she think he would actually hurt their son?!
The Prince sat up and threw a pillow across the room. This sort of meditation did nothing to relax him. He roughly pulled on his clothes. Some fresh air might just clear his head. Vegeta roughly pulled the closet door aside and glanced around for what he needed. The Prince spotted his boots and then noticed the furball busy in the back of the closet. "Baka, just what are you doing, you foolish creature?"
Zaymi briefly wondered why her pet felt the need to say his own name before addressing her. Baka is an awfully strange name for a man anyway, perhaps he's ashamed, the kitten thought. She looked at Vegeta and contemplated this another moment before setting back to her task: chewing the ribbons off a box. The Saiyan shook his head in wonder. Didn't the cat know that ribbon would make it vomit? With a disgusted growl, he pulled the kitten out of the closet and threw her into the hall. "Stupid creature." He muttered.
Zaymi was pleased with herself. She had managed to ingest enough ribbon before the pet rudely interrupted her. The cat's proud head was held high as she entered Trunks' room. Now for the first lesson… She grinned and then promptly threw up all over the boy's pillow. Examining her work, she decided there was enough volume on the fabric to make a lovely smell, so she turned to her next task. Stupid cub! He should NEVER disrespect a cat! She had just enough time to finish her work before dinner.
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The next morning:
"MOOOOOOOOMMMMM!" Trunks yelled from upstairs.
Bulma shook her head wondering what the boy was upset about now. "MOOOMMMMMMMM!" She dried her hands on the dishtowel by the sink and slowly walked towards the hallway. She couldn't tell by the tone of the cry whether he was upset or scared. When she reached the doorway a strange sight greeted her. One boot rested on the floor next to Trunks who was staring at his foot as if it were some revolting creature. "GET…IT…OFF!!!" the boy wailed.
Too confused to ask why, Bulma reached for her son's leg. As the foot slid out of the boot, a strange wet "slooshing" sound met her ears, and a horrible smell assaulted her nose. "UGH! What IS that??" She croaked.
Trunks bit back angry tears. "It feels like mud, Mommy, but it smess AWFUL!"
Memories of changing the litter box came unbidden to Bulma's mind. Then the reality of what happed suddenly struck the woman, and she was unable to contain a giggle. The boy's pride was grossly offended at his mother's laughter. Unable to control himself anymore, the child began to cry in earnest. "It's NOT funny, Mommy!" He wailed.
"Um, Trunks, honey." The blue-haired parent began. "I think you need to let me carry you to the bathroom to clean your foot off really good…"
The child sniffed, "What is it?" He asked.
His mother smirked. "Well son, I guess last night wasn't Baka's only way of showing you how much she enjoyed the ride in your toy…"
Realization dawned in the young eyes, and the lavender-haired boy wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Eww…"
Bulma nodded, "There's a valueable lesson in all this son." She reached down and patted the boy's shoulder. "From now on, check your shoes before you put them on…"