Chapter the fifteenth

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A month later Bulma had come home from the hospital, and Trunks was home. Trunks was a rather good baby and hardly ever cried, and was only waking up about once a night. But for Vegeta, things were still bad. He had trouble thinking it was his mistake, and that he should pay for it. Bulma had asked her father to make Vegeta a space capsule and he had started on it.
Today, Bulma and Vegeta were on the balcony and Bulma was holding Trunks. This was a problem to Vegeta. Normally it would have been just him and Bulma; but now that Trunks was here he joined them. "So why did you bring me out here, woman?" Vegeta asked. "I was training! A proper saiyan needs training!" Bulma smiled at him. "I know the drill. But I wanted to ask you about our wedding. We need to make the plans." She said. When she said this Vegeta's eyes widened and his face went blank. "Oh, I forgot all about that!" He exclaimed. Soon his surprised expression turned into a smirk. "I don't care what you do for the wedding. It's a human wedding so you get to choose. There's one condition, though. The only people who can come to see are Trunks and your parents. Nobody else can show up. I don't want anyone to find out I married a human until they REALLY have to." He looked at the baby the Bulma was holding. She had put a retarded hat on it that looked like a cat's ears. Bulma noticed he was staring at him. "Oh, you wanna hold him Vegeta? You haven't held him since we brought him home." Vegeta looked at Trunks. Trunks looked up at Vegeta with those blue angry eyes and just blinked. Vegeta stuttered a little, but before he could say anything Bulma had plopped the baby in his arms. "O.K. Whatever." Vegeta said. He looked down at the baby and saw it was still just as cute as it had been when it had first came out of Bulma. He stared at it with a stony glare. "Vegeta, you're going to scare him. Don't wear that frown while you're holding him. Talk to him, too. Imagine how creepy you must be to Trunks." Bulma advised. Vegeta just grunted and looked at the baby more. As he looked at it, it looked at him too. Then, the baby started to cry. "WAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Trunks screamed, flailing around in Vegeta's arms like some kind of living ragdoll. Vegeta almost dropped it but quickly caught it. "AHH! Take it, Bulma, QUICKLY!" He shouted. Bulma just stood back and laughed as Vegeta struggled to keep it in his arms.
Trunks whimpered and screamed, and flailed his limbs around for a while before Bulma finally put a pacifier in its mouth, and it snuggled into Vegeta's chest and closed its eyes. Vegeta's mouth dropped open. "T- Take him, Bulma." He said. Bulma sighed and grabbed Trunks. "Whatever. But I think that was really cute." She walked inside really quick and put Trunks in his cradle, then walked back outside. "O.K, Vegeta, I was going to go and get my wedding dress fitted today, too. And Dad is working on your space capsule and Mom is at a friend's house.... So could YOU watch Trunks for me?" She said. Vegeta's eyes bugged as soon as she said this...

"WHAT?!!" He screamed. "Watch a baby!? NO, not me! I will NOT watch Trunks." Then he turned his back and didn't look at her. But Bulma had different plans to make him watch the baby. She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his slender waist, and fingered the bottom of his Rugby shirt. (I know Vegeta wouldn't regularly wear a rugby but I think he'd look so cute in one that I just made him wear one. Just imagine it. AWWW!) "Vegeta.... PLEASE watch Trunks? He needs his Daddy to watch him sometimes so he'll get to know you." Vegeta smiled. Bulma and he hadn't gotten to have barely a sweet moment ever since the baby came home, and he wanted one. He was deprived. "But Bulma...I don't know HOW to take care of a baby!" He protested. Bulma kissed the side of his neck and lifted his rugby up over his abs and pectorals. She started to rub them up and down. "Vegeta...I know we haven't gotten to cuddle much lately, and if you do this for me than we can make time for it tonight. Maybe even...more." She said. Vegeta looked down at her hand and giggled. "Uh...sure." He said, without really knowing what he was saying. Bulma kissed his cheek and then let his shirt come back down. "O.K. Come here and I'll tell you how to heat up the bottles and stuff." She led a very horny Vegeta inside the house.

"Goodbye, have fun!" Bulma said, grabbing Vegeta's chin and kissing his lips. "And remember, TEST his bottle before you give it to him. Babies are little so they can't tell if it's too hot or not." Vegeta nodded. "Whatever." He said. Bulma jumped in her car. "Bye, Cupcake!" She yelled as she sped off. Vegeta waved a little after her and then walked inside, chuckling. "Aha. The baby's asleep so I really don't hafta-"

"WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

Vegeta froze in walking and cringed. "Oh No!" He grumbled. He growled and clenched his fists so hard that the short fingernails dug into his palms, and he walked into his and Bulma's room. "What do you want, you @$$hole? I don't like you, you know." He said. Trunks was lying down and wailing his head off. His pacifier was lying next to him. Vegeta figured he wanted it and then he'd go back to sleep so he gave Trunks his pacifier. But he still didn't shut up. "Oh NO! What do I do?" He fished a list of things to check if he was crying that Bulma had written him really fast before she left. Vegeta looked at that he might be hungry. "Oh man, I don't feel like making you a bottle!" He whined. He decided to just pick him up and see if he wanted that. So Vegeta picked the baby up like Bulma had showed him. But it still cried in Vegeta's ears.

"WAAAHHH! WAAAAAAAHHHHH! WWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

"Alright, Alright, you're hurting my ears!" Vegeta cried. The baby squirmed in his grasp and caused him to fumble with it. "Watch yourself, brat! Do you WANT me to drop you?" He put it on the couch, not thinking that it could fall off, and went to make him a bottle. "I should starve the brat. I hate him anyway." Vegeta said to himself as he began to heat up the bottle. But then he heard Trunk's yells grow louder. "Great, what did he do now?" Vegeta walked into the living room and found that Trunks had fallen off the couch and on his back, and was crying really hard. Vegeta rolled his eyes and picked the child up.

As he was feeding the child the bottle, he looked outside at the balcony and stared longingly at the times he and Bulma had once shared on it. He remembered the one time when they'd been drinking out there, and he had dangled Bulma over it upside-down. He still got a good chuckle out of that. He looked down at his son and frowned. "True saiyan warriors do not have lavender hair, boy." He said. Trunks just stared up at Vegeta as he sucked on the bottle's nipple. Vegeta carried the baby outside on the balcony and sat down in one of the chairs. "I could kill you while Bulma's gone." He said. "I could drop you off this balcony and then run for my life so Bulma would never see me again. But what point would that have if I want you dead so I could be with Bulma?" Trunks continued to stare up into Vegeta's eyes. "I could maybe disintegrate your body with a ki blast, and maybe she'd get over you fast..." Vegeta looked down at the baby and smirked at it a little. How much he hated the spawn of hell.
"Hey, have you ever been hanged over a balcony before? Have you?" He asked Trunks, taking the bottle away from Trunks and standing up. He walked over to the balcony and stood over it, hanging Trunks over. The frightened baby began to cry but Vegeta just laughed. "HAHAHA!" He laughed. "That's what you get for coming into this-WHOA!" He slipped over the railing but managed to catch it with a hand. Now he was dangling several feet above the ground and hanging by a hand. "Oh, great." He said to himself. The baby started to cry so hard that Vegeta couldn't concentrate. "Stop it, Brat!" He called, as the baby clawed at his arm. In his complete fury for the child and irritation, he didn't remember he could just fly up onto the balcony floor. Trunks batted at his arm and squealed harder. Vegeta tightened his grip on his son. "Shut up!" He yelled. The child pushed harder on his arms and batted at his chest, and clawed at his face and yanked his hair. "Quit that! You're going to make me fall!" He ordered. Trunks' kicking feet barraged him in the stomach. "OW! Hey! Stop kicking your feet!" Vegeta squealed. He squeezed the baby harder so he wouldn't drop it, then managed to grasp its shirt with his hand. He carefully began to raise the baby to the ground of the balcony. He finally managed to slip Trunks between the bars. "O.K. Now you just stay there while I-" As soon as he was saying this Mrs. Briefs walked onto the balcony and picked up Trunks. She noticed he was red faced and crying harder than she would ever heard him cry before. "What happened, Trunks?" She asked. "Where's Daddy?" She hadn't asked this question for two seconds before she saw Vegeta's hand grasping the edge of the balcony. "Hey! Give me some help, here!" He called. Mrs.Breifs looked over the balcony and saw Vegeta hanging off it. "OHH! Hi, Vegeta! How come you're hanging off a balcony?" She asked. Vegeta frowned at her. "Nevermind that! Just get me!" He griped. Mrs.Breifs knew he could fly up; but she decided to have a little fun with him just as well.
"What would Bulma do when she found out you were hanging over a balcony instead of watching your baby?" She asked. Vegeta growled. "Help!" He yelled. Mrs.Breifs squatted down and looked at his hands and how desperately they were grasping the edge. She acted like she didn't know, and she put her high-heel on it. Vegeta howled with pain. "OHHHHWWWWWHHHWWWWWW!" He screamed. "Stop it, PLEASE stop it! Get your foot off my hand! OWWW!" He kicked his feet and looked down at the city below. Everybody looked like ants. Vegeta started to bawl like a baby; he didn't know why but he didn't think he needed a reason. He knew he wasn't crying because of the pain because it really didn't hurt very badly. Mrs.Breifs felt bad when he started to cry. "Why are you crying, dear? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry!" She lifted her foot off his hand and backed up. Vegeta shook his head and then looked up at her. "Help me. Now." He said in a shaky voice. Mrs.Breifs covered her mouth with a hand. "Why don't you just fly up?" She asked.

Vegeta just hung there for a minute. "Fly up...." He bawled thoughtfully. Then he flew up and collapsed to the floor in tears. He knew why he was crying now. He didn't want to leave Bulma. He didn't want to leave her family. He just wanted to live here with them, and marry Bulma, and be happy with her...And it was the baby's fault that he couldn't have it anymore. He heard Mrs.Breifs crouch down by him. "Don't cry! Let me see your hand..." She said. But Vegeta smacked her hand away. "NO! Don't touch me! Just take Trunks and go inside!" He blubbered. Mrs.Breifs sat beside him and rubbed his shaking back and shoulders. Trunks looked at Vegeta like he was a crazy person.
Vegeta pushed Mrs.Breifs back and stood up. He grabbed Trunks and carried him into his and Bulma's room, where he laid on his back and then put the baby on his stomach. "Stupid child." He said. When the baby started to cry he paid no attention. He just drifted off to sleep.

When he woke up, Trunks was asleep on Vegeta's stomach now, but Bulma wasn't home yet. "How come Mrs.Breifs didn't take you?" He asked the sleeping child. Trunks was silent. Vegeta put the baby on the bed next to him and then sat up, yawning and stretching. He put Trunks in his cradle and trudged into the living room where Mrs. Briefs was watching a soap opera." Did you have a nice nap, dear?" She asked. Vegeta grunted in reply and then sat on the opposite end of the couch.
"I know honey...being a parent can be very hard sometimes. But I've gotta wonder why you accepted watching Trunks when you told Bulma that you wouldn't watch a baby." Mrs.Breifs said. Vegeta shrugged and laid down, his head next to his future mother in law's legs. He scooted his head away from them as much as he could. "What the hell are you watching, woman?" He asked. Mrs.Breifs stroked his sweaty hair in a motherly way. "It's a soap opera, hon.," She said. Vegeta slowly nodded and rolled over. He wanted Bulma to be home so he could love on her, and have sex with her. He loved her so much, and he just wanted to hug and kiss all over her-
"What are you fantasizing about?" Mrs.Breifs asked him. Vegeta sat up. "Nothing." He griped. Then he got up and went into the kitchen. He wanted to call Bulma and ask her how things were going, and how fast she'd be home. So he grabbed the phone and dialed up her cell phone number. It rang a couple of times and then she answered. "Hello? Is that my Veggie?" He heard her ask. Vegeta smiled a bit. "Yes. It's Vegeta." He said. Bulma started running out the mouth. "Oh, Vegeta, my wedding dress is just so pretty! It's white, and fluffy, and it's got a pretty veil that you can lift to kiss me... It's so pretty! When you see it you'll be so proud you have a woman as beautiful as me!" Vegeta chuckled. "That's great! But what time are you going to be at home?" He asked. "I feel like my reward now." He heard Bulma giggle. "Vegeta.... It'll be a couple hours. I'm gonna go grocery shopping too." She said sadly. Vegeta pooched out his bottom lip and pouted. "D@mn." He said. He really wanted her to come home because not only did he LOVE her, but he also didn't want to watch Trunks anymore.
"How's my baby doing?" Bulma asked her fiance. Vegeta laughed out loud. "HAHAHA! Your baby is being a terror!" He stated. Then he lowered his voice. "And your mother isn't helping." He heard Bulma sigh. "Well, I love you. I'll be back in about two hours. Just try to last that much longer, K sweetheart?" She asked.

Vegeta nodded. "I'll try." He said. Bulma then hung up the phone and Vegeta sighed. "Hokay... WOMAN! BAKE ME SOME FOOD!" He screamed walking throughout the house to find Mrs. Breifs. He eventually found her in the kitchen stirring some kind of glop in the pot. "Hey! Woman! What is that sh*t?" Vegeta asked.

Mrs.Breifs stared up at Vegeta. "Oh, this? It's my casserole. I thought it might make you feel better and stop crying, but... now that you've called Bulma I'll bet you feel much better." She got a nod from Vegeta. "O.K. then. What do you want me to make you?" She asked.

Vegeta pondered on this fact. What DID he want? He wanted something, but something that could be eaten quickly so he could just wait for Bulma to get home. "Let's have some... sausage. But don't fry it too much and don't overcook it like you usually do!" Then he crossed his arms and stalked out of the kitchen. He walked into him and Bulma's room and collapsed on the bed. "PLEASE hurry up and get home." He complained. "Please." He glanced hatefully over at the baby of him and Bulma that was sleeping peacefully in the crib next to Bulma's side of the bed. It was just as well she had chosen to put him there because if Vegeta had a baby screaming in his face, he'd probably kill it.
As he was pondering he got to thinking about tomorrow, when Bulma was to take him and get a tuxedo fitted. *She's probably gonna choose one of those ugly maroon ones for me.* He thought. They were going to leave Trunks with Mrs.Breifs while they went, and Vegeta was dreading the day. He closed his eyes and rested, waiting for his fiancée to get home.

When he woke up Bulma WAS home. She ran up and hugged him as soon as he got out of the bedroom. "Oh, hi Baby! I missed you so much!! *smack*" Bulma said, the *smack* being the rather sloppy kiss she landed on his lips. "How's Trunks? Is he still asleep?" She asked.

Vegeta smirked and nodded. "Yes. Before I fell asleep he was and I don't think he could wake up and climb out of his baby bed." He responded. Bulma grabbed Vegeta's hand and dragged him into the living room. There, lying on the couch, was the most beautiful white dress Vegeta had ever seen in his 33 years. "Bulma." He questioned. "This is for the wedding.?"

Bulma nodded at him. "Yes, Yes, Yes! Isn't it the most beautiful dress you've ever seen?" She asked. Vegeta slowly nodded in a white lie and then walked over to it. He lifted the veil and felt of it with his fingers.
"So, how do humans have a 'wedding' as you guys call it?" He asked. "I've always wanted to know. Does it contain biting or cutting each other like saiyan rituals do?"

Bulma smiled at him. "No, silly. It's just where the groom-that's you- stands at the front of the wedding altar, and then the bride-that's me- walks down the aisle with her father, where then at the front of the wedding altar bride and groom meet, say some vows, kiss, and then leave for their honeymoon." She said. She saw that familiar and cute thing when Vegeta cocked his head and arched an eyebrow.

"Honeymoon? What's a honeymoon?" Vegeta asked her. Bulma looked at him for a moment, then smiled and clapped a hand on his shoulder. She kissed his cheek.

"Oh, Vegeta, you're hopeless! A honeymoon is something where the just married couple leaves the wedding altar and goes on a vacation. It's a tradition that they both lose their virginity on the honeymoon, but we are a little out of that tradition now aren't we?"

Vegeta slowly nodded, then turned to Bulma and looked at her with a mischievous look in his eyes. "Let me see how you look in it." He said. "I want to see if you'll make me split my pants while we're saying our 'vows'."
For a second Bulma's face was blank. Then it broke out in a smile and she hugged Vegeta tightly. "Okay. I'll go try it on." She picked up the gorgeous dress and left the room.

After about 5 minutes Vegeta saw her come out looking dazzling. The white dress made her figure look so defined, her lips look so full, her eyes look so blue. Vegeta knew there was no doubt that he by all means would split his pants at the wedding altar saying vows. "Bulma. you look wonderful." He said. He then ran up and kissed her as hard as he could.

Hope you liked this chapter! I thought it was a cute chapter, I mean Vegeta as a babysitter? Well, in the next chapter, I KNOW that they will at least get to where it's the day of the wedding, but I don't know If I can make them get married next chapter without making it too long.Aw well, we can try! If you like my story, TELL ME IN A REVIEW! MAYBE EVEN BE NICE LIKE CHERAZZ AND REVIEW EVERYTIME I UPDATE AND YOU READ IT???!! Bye, friends!