Chapter the twelfth

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About two months later Bulma noticed that Vegeta wasen't paying very much attention to her anymore. Yes, on a few lucky occasions they would go into the bedroom and do their usual cuddling and kissing but most of the time he was now outside training. When she tried to walk up and hug him, sometimes he'd let her and sometimes he'd violently push her off. But then he'd always apoliogize and beg for forgiveness, and say he cared about her, and she'd forgive him. After all she knew his temper was very hard to control. And at night in bed he'd roll to face the other direction instead of facing her like he always had, and he'd get very irratated when she woke him up or she barged into the Gravity Room.
The baby haden't kicked yet, when she was seven months pregnant. She was getting very worried. Vegeta had told her that saiyan babies would kick even MORE than normal babies, so where was the kicking? The pain inside her had also increased. Yet Vegeta was doing nothing to even ATTEMPT to try and help her, and he didn't act concerned about her condition in the least. It was as if he was turning back to his old rude self except he wasen't being rude. On this particular day he was in a good mood.

"Hey, Babe!" He called as he ran into the house from training. He was all sweaty and his body sheened with it in the sunlight. She could see sweat in his crotch area in the tight shorts where he'd sweated really bad there and was discusted. Her man ran over and grabbed a soda, then came and gave her the biggest hug he could manage. He hugged her so hard that her ribs threatened to break in his arms. "Uh..Vegeta? Is that you?" Bulma asked her boyfriend. Vegeta just smirked and hugged her again. "Yes. Why would it not be me?" He asked. Bulma smiled and kissed him on the lips as hard as she could. "I was getting worried that you didn't care about me anymore. You've started to get distant." Bulma pointed out. Vegeta raised the can of soda to his lips and gulped down the soda. "Distant?" He said after he was through taking a drink. "What are you talking about distant? I've been paying attention to you haven't I?" He asked. Bulma nodded. "Yes, You have...a little. But not enough. And you act like you don't like me hugging you." She said. "Like you're discusted by it." Because I'm discusted with the fact that spawn of hell is touching me whenever I DO hug you. Vegeta thought. But he shook it out of his mind and ran a hand through her hair. "I'm not discusted by it. I love it when you hug me. And I love- I care about you." He said.
Bulma smiled and broke away. "Good." She said. "And it's also good that you're done training." She sat down and started to flip through a magazine. "Reach Super Saiyan yet?" She asked him. This question took Vegeta by surprise. It was that very moment that he realized that HE HADEN'T REACHED SUPER SAIYAN! AND THE ANDROIDS WERE COMING VERY SOON NOW...ABOUT A YEAR AND EIGHT MONTHS!! Vegeta almost spilled the soda all over himself. "Veggie? You O.K?" Bulma asked. Vegeta just charged down the hall and into his room.

"I can't beleive it! I really haven't reached Super Saiyan yet!" Vegeta said to himself as he reflected on this fact. Why not? Why haden't he reached Super Saiyan yet? Was it some kind of a weakness that was keeping him from doing it? He heard Bulma come up and begin pounding on the door, saying, "Vegeta, what's the matter? Please open the door!!" But he was tuning her out. "I haven't reached Super Saiyan...I haven't reached Super Saiyan..." He kept chanting to himself. Bulma banged on the door even harder. "Please? Did I say something bad?" She asked. Vegeta stomped a foot on the ground. "BE QUIET, WOMAN!" He screamed. "THE REASON I'M TUNING YOU OUT IS BECAUSE YOU'RE ANNOYING!! NOW GO AWAY FOR A MINUTE AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!" He screamed. Bulma's knocking ceased and she walked away. He heard the woman sobbing. "Hah." Vegeta said to himself. He put his hands on his head and began to think. "Maybe it's Bulma...distracting me from my training." Vegeta said to himself. But he shook that out of his head. He loved her, right? When Vegeta thought of this something hit his mind. He loved her! He had let himself fall in love with an Earth Woman! His whole sole was shattered. "Oh no! I thought I just liked her!" He said to himself. "But I love her! And I'm gonna hafta leave her when she has this baby! What am I to do?" He looked down at his trembling hands and began to sob, watching the fat tears leak over his eyelids and spill onto the back of his hands. He was crying halfway because he didn't want to hafta leave Bulma in two months and halfway because he coulden't reach Super Saiyan. He started to think about how sad it would make Bulma, and how she would cry..and how HE would cry..And yelped out with a choking sob. His woman heard this and raced to his door. "Baby, open up so I can help you!" She said. "Don't cry! Just open the door!" Vegeta just buried his face in his hands and sobbed. He didn't answer the door because he knew that if he saw her face it would just egg him into crying a whole lot more. How could he have ever been so mean to her? How could he have ever slapped her and inflicted pain on her? How could he have made her cry? How could he LEAVE HER?
"Baby! Please open the door!" Bulma shouted. She gave one more desperate knock on the door and was surprised when the lock broke. After all, the doors in Capsule Corporation WERE very old fashioned. She found her guy sobbing helplessly on the bed. "Oh no! What's the matter?" Bulma asked. She ran up to Vegeta and hugged him up in her arms. Vegeta peeled his hands away from his face and looked at Bulma. The sight of her just made him cry harder. "Veggie, stop it! Stop crying and tell me what happened!" She said. Vegeta sucked in more tears and bit his bottom lip. The feminine hand rubbing his back was calming him down somewhat. "There, there, Vegeta... It's Okay!!" She said. Vegeta took the back of a fist and swiped it across his eyes to clear the tears up, but even more just gushed. He sat there like that for a long time and let her rub his back, soothing him. He soon huddled against her and cried into her chest. Bulma gently pushed his head back to where he was looking in her eyes, but his head just dropped back down to look at the matress of the bed and the tears that rained on it. "Look at my face, Punkin." Bulma said. But he didn't; he knew it would just make him cry a lot harder. And crying was the thing he hated the most; wasen't it pathetic? It showed weakness. He loved the woman so much right now because she was sitting there and just caring about him which was what he liked. As he was thinking this he felt her tuck a hand underneath his chin and rub. "Look up." She said. When he didn't, she tilted his head to look at her eyes with the hand under his chin. Vegeta jerked his head to the side and growled. "What's the matter, baby?" Bulma asked. Vegeta put his face on her shoulder and sobbed even harder. "You can't help." He whined. Bulma stroked his black hair with a feminine hand. "Why can't I help? Women are very good at helping people." She said. Vegeta threw himself backwards out of her grasp and huddled up at the head of his bed. "Because not even a woman can help with this. The only person who could help with this is Kakarott and I'm not even about to ask him." He said.

Bulma knew what the reason was as soon as he said this. "Oh." She said. She patted his back and then stood up. "I'm making dinner. Come down when you're ready sweetheart." She said. She then kissed him and walked out. Vegeta scowled at her kiss. That's not the reason. The reason that you thought about is wrong. The real reason is that I love you, and I don't want to hafta leave you. Vegeta thought. But he tried not to think this anymore because it was an insult to his pride. He sat up and looked after the woman. He watched her pregnant woman waddle and almost started to cry again. Soon she'd have the baby and he'd hafta leave her.

"Hey Vegeta. How are you?" Bulma asked him, walking into the living room where he was watching T.V. Vegeta just shrugged and shoved some popcorn in his mouth. His woman sat at his feet and patted them. Vegeta could see the worry in her eyes because her baby haden't even kicked yet when she was at the seven months mark. Vegeta felt very badly for her. "Vegeta...I love you." She all the sudden said. With these words Vegeta's hair stuck up and his eyes widened. He knew she loved him. But he didn't want her to say it because he was tempted to say, 'I love you too.' He just smirked and flipped the channel. The smirk was his 'horrible ugly grimace' as Bulma seems to like calling it. Bulma noticed the horrible grimace and it almost made her frown herself. How EVIL it made him look, how MEAN...she just wished he'd never make that face again.
"You never came down for dinner." Bulma said. "Are you ready to eat?" Vegeta realized that his stomach was doing circus leaps from hunger yet he did not care. He didn't feel like eating. He wanted to huggle up with Bulma on the couch and tell her, "I love you, I love you I love you." But simply didn't have the guts. Instead he just beckoned to her. "Come here, why don't you babe?" He asked with a cute little smirk. Bulma smiled at him and crawled over into his arms. "You haven't asked me to hold you in a long time." She said. She huddled up against her man's chest and closed her eyes, taking his manly scent inside her system. It wasen't a bad smell; simply a manly smell that she really liked. She associated the smell with Vegeta. She kissed his muscular chest and darted her tounge across it once. "I love you so much." She said. She rubbed her face into his bare chest somemore and then closed her eyes as she leaned her head against it. Vegeta petted her back like you might a kittens. She had been complaining that her back hurt a lot lately because of the baby weighing her down. Poor woman. She was so worried about her baby and all-
Just when Vegeta was thinking this, they both stopped. Bulma's pregnant stomach was pressed against his belly, and he felt a little tap. Bulma herself felt a bad fluttery feeling in the middle of her pregnant belly. It almost caused her to double over. She was surprised for a minute, but then dug her face into Veggie's neck. "Vegeta! Oh, Vegeta, it kicked! The baby kicked! Did you feel?" She asked. Vegeta slowley nodded, and then put a hand on her stomach. He felt it kick again. Suddenly, a strange feeling rushed throughout Vegeta. A nice, warm feeling. But he shook it away before he could recognize it. "Well I'll be, Bulma..." He said. Bulma hugged him harder. "Vegeta our baby isn't dead afterall!" She cried. Darn. thought Vegeta. But he hugged the happy woman tight. Bulma kissed him all over. "Oh, Vegeta...I've been thinking about our future.." She said. "I had been thinking the baby was dead so I just stopped thinking about it...but Vegeta, it's alive." She said. Vegeta slowley nodded. "MM Hmm..." He said. "Is that all you wanted to tell me?" He felt Bulma shake her head. "No!" She said. Vegeta knew what was going to happen next. "Vegeta, will you marry me?"

Vegeta threw her out of his grasp. "WHAT!!?" He asked. He sat up immedeantly and shot to the standing position. Bulma clasped her hands together. "Please marry me Vegeta! We can get married before this baby is born then live in our own little house! Please?" She asked. Vegeta was still throughly stunned. "Uh-Uh..." He then swooned and fell back on the couch. "Baby, what's wrong? Don't you love me?" Bulma asked. Vegeta's droopy eyes snapped open all the way. "Bulma, I....I thought the man was supposed to ask the woman with a ring. Remember?" He asked. Bulma took his hand and kissed it. "Vegeta, on some occasions it just doesen't happen that way. Please marry me Vegeta, please. We can go out and buy eachother engagement rings later but the proposal is now!!"
Vegeta had tears in his eyes. I love you so much, Bulma. But...I just don't think I'm ready. He wanted to say. But he didn't want to hurt his woman's feelings. "Do..Do I hafta accept....NOW?" He asked. "I mean, RIGHT WHEN YOU ASK ME? Can I think about it some?" He asked. Bulma made a rather sad face. "Yes. I'll give you some time to think about it, Punkin...but keep in mind that Trunks is going to be born in two months. We need to try and get married if we're going to before then, and we need to start planning at least a month ahead." She then caressed his cheek with the palm of her hand. She could see that Vegeta was still very surprised.
"Bul-Bulma...I'm a saiyan, and saiyan's don't get married..." He began. Bulma kissed his lips to make him stop in the middle of his sentence. "Don't let that cloud your decision Vegeta. Just think about your future; with me and a baby. Would you like to live in a house alone with a wife and child? Think about that and not your pride." She told her man. Vegeta pulled her into his lap and hugged her really tight. He rubbed her now HUGE belly with a hand. But he wasen't thinking about how much he loved the baby, he was thinking about how he could possibly kill it so it would just be him and Bulma. Bulma kissed his neck. "Try to make your desicion in the next week or two." She ordered. Then she got up and waddled into the kitchen to make Veggie some cookies. Vegeta stared after her with a surprised look on his face. "I'm a saiyan....And saiyans don't get married." He told himself. "But she likes me so much...who cares about her feelings! I should be thinking about my own! But I care about her, back! What am I going to do?" He pounded on the couch with a fist. Then something ran across his mind. He acheived his horrible ugly grimace yet again. "Wait a minute...I now have a chance to put this whole silly thing behind me! If I stay away from her then I might stop loving her! And be rude to her, and throw things at her, and never cuddle or have sex with her.."
He decided this was a good idea. But when he looked at her he almost cried. I'm sorry, Bulma. He thought. And then he went out to the Gravity Room to train some.

As Vegeta was training he heard Bulma knock on the Gravity Room door. "Vegeta! Hey Vegeta! Open up, Vegeta!" He heard. Vegeta wanted to greet her and kiss her all over the place. He wanted to tell her how important she was to him, how much he cared for her. But instead he forced himself to say, "Go away, Woman! Can't you see I'm trying to do something!?" Bulma cleared her throat, or that's what he heard. "I'm done with your cookies, Veggie! Want to come out and have some? Please?" She asked. "I put a lot of work into them just for you." Vegeta scoffed. "No matter how much work you put into your cooking it never turns out any better." Then he punched at the air.
Bulma was hurt. What was the matter with him? "Baby? Is something wrong today? Is it my proposal? I can make it more proper if you want, or if you'd like to then you could ask me! You can come out right now and do it!" She hollered. Then she heard Vegeta start to laugh. Not the normal little breathless giggles he usually called laughing; horrible, evil peals of laughter that didn't even sound like him at all. Then he sucked in a breath and chortled, "No! That's not the problem! I haven't decided yet, and if you want my desicion to be positive I suggest you make tracks." Bulma was sad. What on Earth was making her boyfriend act like this? "Oh, O.K Punkin. Can I come in for just a second so I can see you?" She asked. She wanted to make sure that it WAS Vegeta in there and not someone else. She noticed he was acting the way he'd acted when he had first moved in; before anything had ever tooken place between them. She heard Vegeta breathe a deep and heavy sigh. "Come on in than, woman." He groaned. Bulma smiled and opened the door. Vegeta was in there with his arms crossed and he was staring at her. "Explanation?" Vegeta asked. He was startled when Bulma ran up to him and hugged herself against his bare chest. She could feel a slight bulge in his tight blue spandex shorts. Vegeta tried to push her off but she was like a snake and it's prey. She was about hugging the life out of him and snuggling her face into his pecs. Her blue affro tickled Vegeta's chin and nose. He finally remembered how he cared about her, but then he also remembered how he was trying to be rude to her. He grabbed her body, hugged it against him for a second, and then jerked her off. The plate of cookies that had been in Bulma's hands tumbled to the ground and the plate broke. Bulma looked down at them. "My cookies! You ruined them Vegeta, Oh no!" She bent down and tried to blow one off for him to eat but Vegeta placed one bare foot in the middle of the mess of cookies and glass and crumbled the cookies up. Bulma was stunned for a minute; then she looked into the face of the man who had done this. "Vegeta....was that an accident?" She asked, grabbing his foot. When he didn't answer she pulled on his foot and caused him to trip. Vegeta fell on his @$$. "O.K, what was that for? Ouch! It was...an accident! I stumbled! I didn't mean to crumble your godd@mned cookies!" Bulma smiled at him a little. "Yeah right." She said. She observed the several cuts and nicks Vegeta had obtained by stepping on the shards of glass from the plate. "You're so stupid. Didn't you realize that stepping on GLASS would cut your feet up?" She asked. She let go of his foot and started to inch over him in kind of a straddling position. She was now crouching over his legs. "Yes, I rea-rea-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" He asked. She inched forward so she was now crouching over his entire body. "Get off of me!" Vegeta shouted. "Get away!" She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you." She told him softly in his ear, then nuzzled his nose with her own. Vegeta smiled a little bit. She made him so, so happy.....
Bulma slipped her arms around Vegeta's body and hugged him as tight as she could. She slightly dug her fingernails into his back. Vegeta jumped slightly with a groan. "Don't fillay me woman!" He said in the meanest voice he could possibly manage. But the tone didn't come out mean because he was in a state of bliss. He was always in a state of bliss with Bulma skin to skin with him. She then ran her nails up and down his back. He shuddered and hugged her tighter. Then Bulma angled her head down and kissed him on the neck tenderly. Vegeta wanted to tell her how much he loved her, but it was against his saiyan pride and it showed weakness beyond anything, and if he admitted to love than he might as well say good bye to becoming a Super Saiyan. "Uh, Bulma....stop." He said. When she didn't he said it a little more firmly. "STOP!" She froze in her actions. "What? I thought you liked it!?" She asked. Vegeta nodded. "Yes I love it but-"
He noticed her seductivly lift his shirt up to expose his ab muscles. She ran her thumb over them and made Vegeta shudder with anticipation somemore. "You got nice abs." Bulma commented. "So nice I just wanna EAT THEM UP!" She bent down and started to kiss them furiously with her tounge and everything. Vegeta chuckled and pushed her head up. "Stop it, Stop it, Stop it." He said. Then he pushed her off of him and against the gravity room's domed walls. "I told you not to touch me right now." Vegeta said, and then he stomped out of the Gravity room. Acting like he hated her sure was a lot of work!!

Vegeta grabbed one of the little suits Bulma had constructed in her lab for the rest of the Z Warriors. He then grumbled something. "Fool, what makes you think this will make their fighting any better at all? Plus, you copied mine without permission-" Bulma stomped a foot. "What is wrong with you lately? And you did give me permission, remember?" She asked. Vegeta just shied away and sat in one of the chairs in the laboratory. He crossed his arms and his legs and watched her working. "You know, Vegeta, you could be making yourself usefull around this laboratory instead of sitting there with that ugly frown on your face." Bulma told her boyfriend.

Vegeta just grunted and still sat there. "Could you possibly be any more boring?" He asked. "It's like I've been sitting here for hours when it's only been 5 minutes!" Bulma stomped her feet and turned around to face the rude man. "If you're in the mood to shoot insults at me than why don't you go inside? I do NOT feel like dealing with this today."
Vegeta smirked a little and walked up behind her. Bulma didn't know he was there, for she had been turned around and furiously working on her new project. Vegeta smiled and then touched her shoulders all the sudden, causing her to jump and drop the tools she was working with. They were less than an inch away from banging on her feet and breaking the bones. Bulma, breathing hard, turned around and saw Vegeta. She frowned at him and slapped him in the face. "Don't you EVER scare me like that when I'm working with heavy tools! Do you know what could have happened? That wrench could have broke my foot!!" She scolded. Vegeta growled and rubbed the spot where she had smacked him in the face.

"What did you do that for?" He growled. He clenched a fist and got ready to break her nose if she deserved it. "Because you DESERVE it! You almost broke my foot!" Bulma screamed. Vegeta snickered. "I know. Isn't it sad that I missed?" Bulma grabbed the wrench and swung it at him. "Go away right now, Vegeta, before I accidently use this on you." She warned. Vegeta just looked at Bulma. "You woulden't."
Bulma lightly wacked Vegeta in the chest with the wrench, but not light enough to be painless. It still made pain roar throughout Vegeta's body. He didn't react to the pain by yelling out or crying; he reacted by backing up from the woman and growling at her. Bulma looked at the wrench and then at Vegeta. "That didn't feel too good now did it?" She asked. Vegeta, still snarling, clapped a hand to the place she'd banged him at. He made sure there wasen't blood, and there wasn't; it just smarted something horrible. He stared at Bulma with the most evil look she'd ever seen him make since he'd moved in with her.
"Woman..!" He growled. Then he strode forward to where he was standing straight in front of her. It was almost comical ; a man trying to prove domonince when he was about the exact same size as Bulma. "Give me that wrench." He ordered. Bulma handed Vegeta the wrench. He acted like he would hit her with it; then he bent it in half and broke it. Both peices clanked to the ground and Vegeta stared at Bulma still. Bulma moved her fingers slowley up to the place she'd hit him in the chest at. There was a small purple welt that had several broken capillaries in it. Bulma traced her fingers over the wound. "Ouch...looks like it hurt." Bulma said. Vegeta nodded. "It didn't tickle, no." He said. Bulma grabbed a band-aid out of her pocket and slapped it on the wound, then kissed it. "There. All better." She said. She pushed him away and started trying to bend down and pick up the tools Vegeta had caused her to drop. But her huge and pregnant stomach was far too large; and it got in the way.

"Vegeta, could you bend down and pick up those tools for me? Being pregnant I can't." Bulma told her Geeta. Vegeta looked at the tools, then at Bulma. At the tools, at Bulma, and once more. Then he smirked. "No. I think I'll leave them down there for you to pick up. After all I think you kinda deserve it after hitting me with that metal wrench." He walked out of the laboratory and left Bulma to struggle picking them up.

"Hey, baby. I managed to get the tools picked up no thanks to you." Bulma griped at Vegeta at dinner time. Vegeta smirked a little bit and stuck the fork in his mouth. He was working on eating with table manners as Bulma called them, and his reading was getting much better. He could write now, quite legible actually. He was a quick learner. "Oh, just keep that horrible ugly grimace on your face Vegeta. If Trunks is hurt you'll pay." Bulma said, referring to that ugly smirk again. She didn't know what was wrong with Vegeta lately. It was hard to show affection tworeds him without him shiying away, he was being rude to her, and he was acting like a jerk. He never called her babe anymore, it was always 'Woman' or 'Bulma' in a mean voice.
"Funny how a mere human is threatening me." Vegeta said. He politly ate another bite of his food and then wiped his face with the back of a bare hand. He hoped that she had hurt Trunks while she tried to bend over. He hoped it alright.

"Vegeta, have you decided if you want to marry me or not?" Bulma asked the next day. "You've had over 24 hours to decide." Vegeta, who was watching T.V, just grunted. "I'm still thinking, woman! And if you decide you'll start bugging me about it than the answer will be no!" He griped. He turned his head to where he coulden't see her face. He REALLY wanted to marry her and have a house with her, but not with Trunks. Trunks was the only thing keeping him from marriying her. A stupid baby howling all the time and whining and saying, "MA-MA!" while they were in the heat of passion. He really hated children and he didn't want this one.
When Bulma got up and walked away Vegeta turned his head back to face the T.V. screen. But he wasen't absorbed in the program. He was thinking about marriying Bulma. Why SHOULD he marry her if he was just going to turn cold on her like he was now? But he knew he was just being cold to hide the fact that he loved her from everyone else. What would Krillin, Goku, Gohan, Picollo, Tien and Yamcha say when they found out VEGETA, the rude and punctual, and most of all EVIL member of the Z warriors was married to Bulma. He knew what Yamcha's reaction would be. He also knew that Yamcha's reaction would land him in a hospital. Maybe he just shoulden't show up with the others? Maybe he'd let Bulma wag that baby out in front of them and tell them and then he could make a surprise appearance. Perhaps they woulden't question as much if Vegeta didn't show up right away.
He could just imagine that idiot Kakarott's reaction. It would be, "Wow, Vegeta, you're a daddy! I never thought that you'd become a dad and get married to Bulma when you acted like you hated her so much! Isn't that cute!'
Actually this wasen't a completly accurate prediction. After Kakarott had said the first statement he'd probably be knocked out. Maybe he'd get a chance to end that miserable fags life when they all met to beat the androids? It was possible. He hoped it would happen.

Vegeta noticed that he haden't seen Bulma around the house later that day. Either she was gone or was doing something else. Vegeta headed up to their room to see if she might be in there. She was; and was laying in bed with her eyes closed and a book on her bulging stomach. This was quite sickening to Vegeta because it made her look like trailor trash. "Hey! Are you asleep!?" He asked her. He got a huge whiff of the inscence she was burning in the room to help her sleep a little bit. What kind of crazy woman thought a headache was a small price to pay to sleep?

She didn't stir when he shouted at her. Vegeta noticed the inscence in the air was making him drowsy. So THAT was why she burned it. Vegeta realized that he was right by his bed AND Bulma and he was in a light shirt; something he could sleep in. So he just climbed in bed next to her and faced the opposite direction. But he really wanted to turn around and absorb himself in her beauty.
He was about to but stopped himself. He layed on his hands and hoped it would help. "I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her I HATE HER!!" He told himself. But he knew it wasen't true. No matter how hard he tried to make himself hate her so it would be easier to leave her, he just coulden't. And everytime he played out his trip in his mind it almost made him start bawling again. But then again, more than her, he cared about killing Kakarott and becoming a Super Saiyan. He also cared about killing that dumb baby. He heard her exale and roll over. Vegeta felt an erection coming on. He was horny. "Of all the times to be horny." He told himself. He decided, since he was already horny, to turn around and look at her.
When he looked at her he noticed that the beauty he had been imagining her with was simply not in the picture in the particular position she was laying in. But most of all it was that ugly, frizzy, affro hair she had decided she liked. Vegeta groaned. "I've got to do something with that." He said. Then he got an idea.

He grabbed some scissors out of the dresser drawar and tip-toed over to her bed. "Teach her to ignore what I say. I've been telling her to get this cut every day!" He grumbled. He was about to chop off one strand down to the roots when Bulma's eyes popped open.

"VEGETA! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"

Vegeta dropped the scissors and they painfully poked his foot, but he ignored it for now. "Oh, nothing. Just staring at your ugly hair and wondering just why you won't get it cut." He griped. Bulma frowned and pushed him away with one of her hands. Then she carefully sat up and stretched, placing her hands on her sore back. "You're the one with ugly hair, Mr. Split ends." She said. Vegeta frowned and grabbed the scissors off the floor. He violently chunked them at her. "Go ahead. Cut the ugly mess while I'm watching you. Come on." He said.
Bulma laughed. "Vegeta, I can't just sit here and cut my hair. I'll hafta go to a hair stylist or something. And I'm not sure if I want to." She said. Vegeta shrugged. "Well, then, do it." He said.

When Bulma came home Vegeta was stunned with her new hairstyle. It was shoulder-length and she had bangs and a red head-band in it. Vegeta really liked it a lot better than the blue affro he'd grown to hate so much. "That looks much better." He commented.

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Sorry about the stupid ending to this chapter. I just thought it had gotten long enough and that I needed to end it right there. It's probably the most boring chapter in the entire story but bare with me. Well, at least the most boring next to chapter two. Anyway, I hope you can enjoy reading it better than I enjoyed writing it!