Chapter the twenty-eighth
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any other trademarked materials in this fanfiction.
It was five years later in the Breifs household. Vegeta was now thirty- nine, and Bulma was thirty-eight. Despite the aging Bulma and Vegeta had been doing; none of them seemed to be aging faster than their son.
It was Trunks's sixth birthday. He held a striking resemblance to Vegeta. He had a bowl haircut now, and no longer wore that ugly kitty hat. He had grown to be a rather cute child unless you didn't count the fits he threw. And, of course, as Vegeta's birthday present to his son today, he'd start to teach him how to train. But for now was his son's party.
They'd invited Trunks's friend Goten. Goten was the son that Chi-Chi had gotten pregnant with right before Goku died. He was five years old and was an exact replica of Goku. The people they'd invited were Chi-Chi (now husbandless) Gohan, Goten, Krillin, #18 (whom Krillin had married not too long after Cell was killed, and was now eight months pregnant with a female baby whom they had decided to name Maron.), Yamcha, Puar, Tien (Eww), Chiatzou, and Piccolo.
Vegeta wasn't too happy with this party. Of course he was very happy that his son was turning six and that today was the day he'd get to train him, but there was also the thing of so many people coming over to HIS house. And most of them he wasn't fond of. The only one he was even slightly cool with was Piccolo.
"Oh, Vegeta, lighten up." Bulma said. She had cut her hair off, and it now looked similar to her son's, except it was blue and Trunks's was lavender. "You may not like all of these people being over but just look on the bright side. After they are to leave, you and Trunks can go and start your training together in the Gravity Room!"
Trunks ran up to Vegeta. "Is it going to be hard, Dad?" He asked.
Vegeta smirked at the child. HIS child, the child that he'd hated so much when he was inside of Bulma. But now, he had to say that he had bonded with the little bastard baby. "No, not really. Not for you, anyway. It'll be hard for me to have to stay on such weak levels of gravity for you."
Trunks laughed. "I can take the Gravity that you train on, Dad!"
Vegeta just shook his head and stood up, knocking Trunks off of him. "Bulma, when are these people supposed to be over here? I need to get prepared." He griped, running a hand nervously through his soft black hair.
Bulma looked at her watch. "About two-o-clock, which is an hour away. Vegeta, I want you to go and take a shower and get dressed. Trunks, come here and I'll give you a bath."
Vegeta grumbled something horrible as he stomped up the stairs. "Why is it always HER ordering ME around? Why I outta—" He dug some clothes out of his dresser and went into the bathroom.
* * * * *
When Vegeta was done taking his shower, he stepped out clad in a Rugby and some rather loose fitting jeans. He went down the stairs and found Bulma in a red dress with that scarf around her neck (Hiding whatever you want it to hide) and combing out her son's hair. "Bulma, I'm done." He announced. He went to the refrigerator and pulled out some pork chops, licking his chops.
Bulma sprung up. "No sir!" She nagged. She pounced up from her place on the couch and ran over, grabbing Vegeta's pork chops. "I won't have you eating the party food just yet! Wait until everybody gets here."
Vegeta crossed his arms. "I'm hungry NOW, woman, and if I'm hungry NOW than I'll eat NOW!" He grabbed for them, and Bulma put them back in the refrigerator.
"Occupy yourself with something else." Bulma said, hugging him and giving him a short kiss before going over to her son.
"Eww!" Trunks complained. "You kissed Dad!"
Bulma shrugged. "So? He's my husband. You'll do it too when you're older." She continued to comb out his hair.
"Vegeta, if you would, could you wait by the door for the guests?" Bulma asked.
Vegeta scowled and crossed his arms. "I don't want to." He protested, but he did it anyway.
* * * * *
The first person that Vegeta had to let in was Chi-Chi, Goten, and Gohan.
Chi-Chi stormed in with her normal bitchy mood attached to her, with Goten at her heel and Gohan not far behind.
"Hello, Chi-Chi!" Bulma said.
Chi-Chi gave no response. Instead she sat down on the couch beside Bulma and started rattling things about how 'her husband was dead and it was rude to invite her to this party when she couldn't bring Goku.'
"To tell you the truth, woman, I'm glad your husband's dead. That means he can't be here to bother me." Vegeta sneered.
"Vegeta!" Bulma snapped. "Behave yourself!"
Vegeta just went back to sitting by the door, and watched Trunks and Goten run up the stairs to start playing in Trunks's room.
* * * * *
Next, Vegeta had to let Krillin in, followed by his wife, who was so big and pregnant that her normally luscious figure was disrupted. Vegeta didn't even say hello to them. He just left that part to his wife.
"Hello, guys!" Bulma said.
Chi-Chi just gave a meek wave at them.
*If you were in a bad mood, you shouldn't have came. *Vegeta thought with a frown on his face. He walked over and sat on the couch before Krillin could.
"Hello, Vegeta!" Krillin tried to say.
"Shut up, munchkin." Vegeta said. He looked at Krillin's wife and almost burst out laughing. "Why, android, have you been eating a lot lately?" He asked.
She frowned daggers at him. "Shut up, Vegeta. I'm PREGNANT." She growled, sitting next to Bulma and complaining about her condition.
"Hang on a second." She said, pausing #18 in the middle of her complaints of 'swollen ankles and eating strange things and throwing up', and she walked up to Vegeta. "Vegeta, CUPCAKE, can you come to the kitchen with me for a second please? I need some help pouring the drinks."
Vegeta just crossed his arms. "No. I don't want to help." He griped, then smirked.
The next thing he knew Bulma had him by the collar of his shirt. "Listen, MISTER, you're coming with me to help with the drinks!" She growled, dragging him into the kitchen and releasing his shirt.
"What's the matter with you?" Vegeta demanded.
Bulma giggled. "WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH ME? What's the matter with you, GRUMPY!" She screeched, poking his chest angrily on the word 'grumpy.'
Vegeta howled with pain and pushed her into the counter. "What do you mean? What did I do?" He asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
"You're being entirely rude to the guests! You're not even saying hello to the guests, you called #18 fat and Krillin a munchkin!" Bulma listed. "Now, If you want this to be a good party for not only your son, but for YOU, I suggest you start being nicer, because I'll pop your head off your little shoulders! I'm not going to let you ruin our son's birthday again."
A flashback in Vegeta's mind showed Trunks's last five birthdays.
Flashback, Trunks's second birthday: Vegeta had been hungry all day because Bulma wouldn't let him eat anything before the party. "You'll get full and then not want any of Trunks's cake!" Bulma had said, so Vegeta was stuck hungry while his nagging wife and the rest of the party were outside.
"I'll just help myself to a little bit of cake. What can it hurt, anyway?" Vegeta asked himself, eyeing the beautiful, delicious looking cake sitting on the mahogany table. He slunk over to the table, sly as a fox, and used a fork to get a little bit off of the corner.
He hadn't expected the cake to be very good; but when he touched it to his tongue he was instantly in heaven. It was luscious! Before he could stop himself, he'd stuck his fist into the cake and started to eat it as polite and as fast as he possibly could.
When he had just finished the cake and was licking his fingers, who should come in but Bulma. "Vuh-Vegeta!" She said, stunned. Her face turned red with anger. "YOU NUMBFUCK! YOU IDIOT! YOU ATE OUR SON'S CAKE!" She was clawing at her hair with anger. "HOW COULD YOU!" She launched herself at Vegeta, where he earned seven scratches on his cheeks and a poked eye before he finally got her off.
Flashback, Trunks's fourth birthday: Vegeta was sitting on the park bench with a bored look on his face, watching Trunks unwrap all of his little birthday presents.
"Yay, a Tonka twuck!" He said, in his childish, squeaky voice.
Vegeta clapped unenthusiastically. *Yay . . . Yay . . . what do I mean YAY? If I were to get a toy for my birthday, I'd kill whoever got it for me! * He thought.
He was watching Trunks unwrap the pair of clothes and electronic go-cart he and Bulma got the child when he felt something heavy fall on his back. "What the fuck?" He exclaimed.
Bulma whipped her head around. "Excuse me, Vegeta?" She asked.
Vegeta shot his hand on his back and searched around, but felt nothing. "Aw well. It was nothing, woman." He exclaimed, and got back to watching without even thinking about the thing that had fallen on his back.
But soon, he felt a funny feeling on his back, like something crawling up it. He just shuddered and kept watching, until he felt whatever it was slide around his side. He knew that nothing was probably there, but he was SURE there was something there when he felt whatever it was slide up his stomach and onto his chest. He decided it would be best to raise his shirt and see what was inside of it, so he did.
Bulma happened to turn her head at that time and see a snake laid across Vegeta's stomach and chest, slithering its tongue in and out. She shrieked. "VEGETA! THERE'S A SNAKE ON YOUR CHEST!" She screamed.
Vegeta grunted with surprise, lunged his hand up under his shirt, and felt its scaly skin. He grabbed it and jerked it out. But, he didn't realize how stupid it was to grab a snake by the tail, because it lunged up and bit him on the face. Instead of celebrating the rest of Trunks's birthday at CC, they had to spend it in the infirmary getting poison drained out of Vegeta.
End of flashbacks.
"Well . . . I may have ruined a few of Trunks's birthdays . . . But not all of them!" Vegeta exclaimed. "And that second one wasn't even my fault."
Bulma shrugged. "You still didn't have to grab the snake by the tail! But, anyway, this has nothing to do with what I'm trying to talk to you about. The point is that I want you to be nice, have fun, and help your son have fun by being positive. If that's too hard, than you need to go upstairs and lock yourself in your room until the party is over."
Vegeta was slowly nodding.
"Do I make myself clear?" Bulma asked.
Vegeta stood there for a minute before answering, 'Yes, woman.'
Bulma smiled and pinched his cheek. "Good. Now, like I said before, help me pour the drinks." She started to pour some fancy wine in the wineglasses.
* * * * *
"Trunks! Goten! Come downstairs, it's time to cut the cake!" Bulma yelled up the stairs. After a minute, both Trunks and Goten came bounding down the stairs.
"Yay! Cake cake cake!" Trunks chanted, jumping into his chair. He grabbed the knife. "I'm going to cut it ALL by myself!"
Bulma smiled. "Just keep on dreaming, sweetheart. Vegeta, would you help him cut it?" Bulma asked.
Everyone's head immediately snapped to Vegeta, who was standing leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. "What?"
Bulma pointed to Trunks. "Help him cut the cake." She ordered.
Vegeta sneered. "What makes you think I'd want to do that?" He asked. "The little brat might cut me."
Bulma sighed, walked over to Trunks, and started to help him cut it.
"Mommy, did Dad mean to call me a brat? Did he mean it?" Trunks asked innocently, with tears in his eyes.
"No, he didn't mean it honey." She said. "Just come on, cut the cake." She guided the child's hand with the knife to cut the cake, while Vegeta just stared at them with a mean look on his handsome face.
*Aw Well. I'll just eat some, and then I'll feel better, stomach wise also. * He thought. But when he went to sit down, they had other plans.
"Who agrees that my HUSBAND here shouldn't have any cake because of what a bastard he was being to Trunks?" Bulma asked.
Everyone said 'ME!'
Bulma smiled. "Then it's settled. Vegeta can't have any cake or any food until you guys leave. Sorry honey." She walked over to him and patted his head. "I guess you'll have to wait until later, hm?"
Vegeta growled. "You . . . can't . . . do this to . . .me . . ." He mumbled.
Bulma shrugged. "We are, aren't we?" She asked.
* * * * *
Vegeta just stood by and watched everybody eat their cake, (Or at least #18 was eating ketchup on top of the cake and drinking pickle juice instead of wine . . . Bulma had told her wine was bad for the baby, but don't you think pickle juice is worse?) with his stomach growling ferociously. But, at least he had a couple of things to be thankful for, number one that the android hadn't flirted with him all evening, number two that he didn't have to sit down with those ungrateful people eating cake in his dining room.
Trunks looked up at his father. "I think Dad should get some cake. He looks very hungry." He remarked.
Bulma laughed. "Well, aren't you even the least bit mad that he didn't help you cut the cake?"
Trunks shook his head. "No. I don't care if he didn't help me, he just needs some cake." The child brought some cake over to his father. "Here."
Vegeta smirked at him. "Thanks, son." He grumped, ruffling his son's lavender hair. He then took a bite of the cake. *I guess he's not such a bad kid after all. Heck, he'd better not be, because I have to train him today. *
* * * * *
Trunks was done opening his presents, in which he'd received a teddy bear, some toy cars and a race track for them, some clothes, ANOTHER go cart (He'd wrecked the previous one.), and a bunch of other things from his mother that only very rich little boys only get, such as himself. But Trunks was also aware that he did not have a present from Vegeta.
"Dad . . . I don't mean to be rude, but did you get me a present? Mom made you all the other years!" He asked.
Vegeta smirked. "Oh, believe me boy, training you is already hard enough. Do you think I'd get you another present?" He asked.
Trunks just ran off with Goten.
* * * * *
Outside, Vegeta was watching his son play the piñata, along with Goten and Gohan, who wasn't really a child anymore.
He crossed his arms and sat in one of the lawn chairs, sighing and swirling his martini. He was thinking about how he really needed someone to talk to when who should come over there but #18, waddling like pregnant women usually do. She sat down by Vegeta.
"Hello, Princey!" She said. "I haven't got to talk to you all day. "
Vegeta smirked. "Oh, well isn't that the pits?" He sarcastically said. "Why do you want to talk to me anyway? In case you haven't noticed, I really don't want to talk to you right now."
The sad look on the gorgeous woman's face only lasted for a second. "What, you don't want to talk to me just because I don't have my pretty figure anymore? No worries, because I'll gain it back after Maron is born."
"That's what you are naming your baby? What's wrong with you and Krillin? Were you two on the pipe when you decided what to name her?" Vegeta laughed. He could tell that making people mad wasn't the way to get them to go away, especially people like HER. Instead she'd just stay longer and longer, and irritate the snot out of him like she'd done so many times before.
"Well what kind of a name is TRUNKS, Vegeta? TRUNKS? That's an article of clothing!"
"Well, Maron is the name of the woman that your Krillin used to be engaged to!"
They both froze for a second.
"And . . . besides, I didn't even want to name the baby Trunks."
"Well, you know what, I didn't wanna name this baby Maron."
Another pause.
"Well, bye Vegeta." #18 said, getting up and leaving. "I was going to try and give you some company because you looked so bored, but I guess we can just forget about that, now can't we?"
Vegeta nodded, frowning at her. But didn't he frown at everybody? He watched her walk off, and then sighed a deep and heavy sigh.
"BULMA! MAKE EVERYBODY GO HOME, I THINK IT'S TIME THAT I GOT TO TRAINING OUR SON!" He yelled down the yard at Bulma, who was helping Trunks bust a piñata. He saw her get mad for a second, then she just dropped what she was doing and began to usher everyone to their cars.
* * * * * *
"I hope that you're happy, Vegeta." Bulma growled. "Just when me and Trunks were having the best time, who should cut in but old grumpy here."
Vegeta crossed his arms. "It's time to start training my son, so I wanted them to leave. There was no hard feelings involved." He walked over to his son. "Are you ready to start?"
Trunks didn't look too well.
"Is something the matter, son?" Vegeta asked, not exactly in a comforting matter. More in an angry one.
Trunks nodded. "Yeah. I think I ate too much cake." He groaned, clutching his stomach.
*This can't be happening! * Vegeta thought, his hair sticking up just a bit more. "Son, you're lying, right?" He asked.
His question was answered when Trunks threw up on his shoes.
LOL! Like this chapter? In the next chapter, after logging away some comforting words in bed made by Bulma, Vegeta irritates the snot out of Trunks while he gets over his illness from eating too much, because he can't wait to train him! And, Bulma gets fed up with it all!
Luv, luvssaintbernards
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z or any other trademarked materials in this fanfiction.
It was five years later in the Breifs household. Vegeta was now thirty- nine, and Bulma was thirty-eight. Despite the aging Bulma and Vegeta had been doing; none of them seemed to be aging faster than their son.
It was Trunks's sixth birthday. He held a striking resemblance to Vegeta. He had a bowl haircut now, and no longer wore that ugly kitty hat. He had grown to be a rather cute child unless you didn't count the fits he threw. And, of course, as Vegeta's birthday present to his son today, he'd start to teach him how to train. But for now was his son's party.
They'd invited Trunks's friend Goten. Goten was the son that Chi-Chi had gotten pregnant with right before Goku died. He was five years old and was an exact replica of Goku. The people they'd invited were Chi-Chi (now husbandless) Gohan, Goten, Krillin, #18 (whom Krillin had married not too long after Cell was killed, and was now eight months pregnant with a female baby whom they had decided to name Maron.), Yamcha, Puar, Tien (Eww), Chiatzou, and Piccolo.
Vegeta wasn't too happy with this party. Of course he was very happy that his son was turning six and that today was the day he'd get to train him, but there was also the thing of so many people coming over to HIS house. And most of them he wasn't fond of. The only one he was even slightly cool with was Piccolo.
"Oh, Vegeta, lighten up." Bulma said. She had cut her hair off, and it now looked similar to her son's, except it was blue and Trunks's was lavender. "You may not like all of these people being over but just look on the bright side. After they are to leave, you and Trunks can go and start your training together in the Gravity Room!"
Trunks ran up to Vegeta. "Is it going to be hard, Dad?" He asked.
Vegeta smirked at the child. HIS child, the child that he'd hated so much when he was inside of Bulma. But now, he had to say that he had bonded with the little bastard baby. "No, not really. Not for you, anyway. It'll be hard for me to have to stay on such weak levels of gravity for you."
Trunks laughed. "I can take the Gravity that you train on, Dad!"
Vegeta just shook his head and stood up, knocking Trunks off of him. "Bulma, when are these people supposed to be over here? I need to get prepared." He griped, running a hand nervously through his soft black hair.
Bulma looked at her watch. "About two-o-clock, which is an hour away. Vegeta, I want you to go and take a shower and get dressed. Trunks, come here and I'll give you a bath."
Vegeta grumbled something horrible as he stomped up the stairs. "Why is it always HER ordering ME around? Why I outta—" He dug some clothes out of his dresser and went into the bathroom.
* * * * *
When Vegeta was done taking his shower, he stepped out clad in a Rugby and some rather loose fitting jeans. He went down the stairs and found Bulma in a red dress with that scarf around her neck (Hiding whatever you want it to hide) and combing out her son's hair. "Bulma, I'm done." He announced. He went to the refrigerator and pulled out some pork chops, licking his chops.
Bulma sprung up. "No sir!" She nagged. She pounced up from her place on the couch and ran over, grabbing Vegeta's pork chops. "I won't have you eating the party food just yet! Wait until everybody gets here."
Vegeta crossed his arms. "I'm hungry NOW, woman, and if I'm hungry NOW than I'll eat NOW!" He grabbed for them, and Bulma put them back in the refrigerator.
"Occupy yourself with something else." Bulma said, hugging him and giving him a short kiss before going over to her son.
"Eww!" Trunks complained. "You kissed Dad!"
Bulma shrugged. "So? He's my husband. You'll do it too when you're older." She continued to comb out his hair.
"Vegeta, if you would, could you wait by the door for the guests?" Bulma asked.
Vegeta scowled and crossed his arms. "I don't want to." He protested, but he did it anyway.
* * * * *
The first person that Vegeta had to let in was Chi-Chi, Goten, and Gohan.
Chi-Chi stormed in with her normal bitchy mood attached to her, with Goten at her heel and Gohan not far behind.
"Hello, Chi-Chi!" Bulma said.
Chi-Chi gave no response. Instead she sat down on the couch beside Bulma and started rattling things about how 'her husband was dead and it was rude to invite her to this party when she couldn't bring Goku.'
"To tell you the truth, woman, I'm glad your husband's dead. That means he can't be here to bother me." Vegeta sneered.
"Vegeta!" Bulma snapped. "Behave yourself!"
Vegeta just went back to sitting by the door, and watched Trunks and Goten run up the stairs to start playing in Trunks's room.
* * * * *
Next, Vegeta had to let Krillin in, followed by his wife, who was so big and pregnant that her normally luscious figure was disrupted. Vegeta didn't even say hello to them. He just left that part to his wife.
"Hello, guys!" Bulma said.
Chi-Chi just gave a meek wave at them.
*If you were in a bad mood, you shouldn't have came. *Vegeta thought with a frown on his face. He walked over and sat on the couch before Krillin could.
"Hello, Vegeta!" Krillin tried to say.
"Shut up, munchkin." Vegeta said. He looked at Krillin's wife and almost burst out laughing. "Why, android, have you been eating a lot lately?" He asked.
She frowned daggers at him. "Shut up, Vegeta. I'm PREGNANT." She growled, sitting next to Bulma and complaining about her condition.
"Hang on a second." She said, pausing #18 in the middle of her complaints of 'swollen ankles and eating strange things and throwing up', and she walked up to Vegeta. "Vegeta, CUPCAKE, can you come to the kitchen with me for a second please? I need some help pouring the drinks."
Vegeta just crossed his arms. "No. I don't want to help." He griped, then smirked.
The next thing he knew Bulma had him by the collar of his shirt. "Listen, MISTER, you're coming with me to help with the drinks!" She growled, dragging him into the kitchen and releasing his shirt.
"What's the matter with you?" Vegeta demanded.
Bulma giggled. "WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH ME? What's the matter with you, GRUMPY!" She screeched, poking his chest angrily on the word 'grumpy.'
Vegeta howled with pain and pushed her into the counter. "What do you mean? What did I do?" He asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
"You're being entirely rude to the guests! You're not even saying hello to the guests, you called #18 fat and Krillin a munchkin!" Bulma listed. "Now, If you want this to be a good party for not only your son, but for YOU, I suggest you start being nicer, because I'll pop your head off your little shoulders! I'm not going to let you ruin our son's birthday again."
A flashback in Vegeta's mind showed Trunks's last five birthdays.
Flashback, Trunks's second birthday: Vegeta had been hungry all day because Bulma wouldn't let him eat anything before the party. "You'll get full and then not want any of Trunks's cake!" Bulma had said, so Vegeta was stuck hungry while his nagging wife and the rest of the party were outside.
"I'll just help myself to a little bit of cake. What can it hurt, anyway?" Vegeta asked himself, eyeing the beautiful, delicious looking cake sitting on the mahogany table. He slunk over to the table, sly as a fox, and used a fork to get a little bit off of the corner.
He hadn't expected the cake to be very good; but when he touched it to his tongue he was instantly in heaven. It was luscious! Before he could stop himself, he'd stuck his fist into the cake and started to eat it as polite and as fast as he possibly could.
When he had just finished the cake and was licking his fingers, who should come in but Bulma. "Vuh-Vegeta!" She said, stunned. Her face turned red with anger. "YOU NUMBFUCK! YOU IDIOT! YOU ATE OUR SON'S CAKE!" She was clawing at her hair with anger. "HOW COULD YOU!" She launched herself at Vegeta, where he earned seven scratches on his cheeks and a poked eye before he finally got her off.
Flashback, Trunks's fourth birthday: Vegeta was sitting on the park bench with a bored look on his face, watching Trunks unwrap all of his little birthday presents.
"Yay, a Tonka twuck!" He said, in his childish, squeaky voice.
Vegeta clapped unenthusiastically. *Yay . . . Yay . . . what do I mean YAY? If I were to get a toy for my birthday, I'd kill whoever got it for me! * He thought.
He was watching Trunks unwrap the pair of clothes and electronic go-cart he and Bulma got the child when he felt something heavy fall on his back. "What the fuck?" He exclaimed.
Bulma whipped her head around. "Excuse me, Vegeta?" She asked.
Vegeta shot his hand on his back and searched around, but felt nothing. "Aw well. It was nothing, woman." He exclaimed, and got back to watching without even thinking about the thing that had fallen on his back.
But soon, he felt a funny feeling on his back, like something crawling up it. He just shuddered and kept watching, until he felt whatever it was slide around his side. He knew that nothing was probably there, but he was SURE there was something there when he felt whatever it was slide up his stomach and onto his chest. He decided it would be best to raise his shirt and see what was inside of it, so he did.
Bulma happened to turn her head at that time and see a snake laid across Vegeta's stomach and chest, slithering its tongue in and out. She shrieked. "VEGETA! THERE'S A SNAKE ON YOUR CHEST!" She screamed.
Vegeta grunted with surprise, lunged his hand up under his shirt, and felt its scaly skin. He grabbed it and jerked it out. But, he didn't realize how stupid it was to grab a snake by the tail, because it lunged up and bit him on the face. Instead of celebrating the rest of Trunks's birthday at CC, they had to spend it in the infirmary getting poison drained out of Vegeta.
End of flashbacks.
"Well . . . I may have ruined a few of Trunks's birthdays . . . But not all of them!" Vegeta exclaimed. "And that second one wasn't even my fault."
Bulma shrugged. "You still didn't have to grab the snake by the tail! But, anyway, this has nothing to do with what I'm trying to talk to you about. The point is that I want you to be nice, have fun, and help your son have fun by being positive. If that's too hard, than you need to go upstairs and lock yourself in your room until the party is over."
Vegeta was slowly nodding.
"Do I make myself clear?" Bulma asked.
Vegeta stood there for a minute before answering, 'Yes, woman.'
Bulma smiled and pinched his cheek. "Good. Now, like I said before, help me pour the drinks." She started to pour some fancy wine in the wineglasses.
* * * * *
"Trunks! Goten! Come downstairs, it's time to cut the cake!" Bulma yelled up the stairs. After a minute, both Trunks and Goten came bounding down the stairs.
"Yay! Cake cake cake!" Trunks chanted, jumping into his chair. He grabbed the knife. "I'm going to cut it ALL by myself!"
Bulma smiled. "Just keep on dreaming, sweetheart. Vegeta, would you help him cut it?" Bulma asked.
Everyone's head immediately snapped to Vegeta, who was standing leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. "What?"
Bulma pointed to Trunks. "Help him cut the cake." She ordered.
Vegeta sneered. "What makes you think I'd want to do that?" He asked. "The little brat might cut me."
Bulma sighed, walked over to Trunks, and started to help him cut it.
"Mommy, did Dad mean to call me a brat? Did he mean it?" Trunks asked innocently, with tears in his eyes.
"No, he didn't mean it honey." She said. "Just come on, cut the cake." She guided the child's hand with the knife to cut the cake, while Vegeta just stared at them with a mean look on his handsome face.
*Aw Well. I'll just eat some, and then I'll feel better, stomach wise also. * He thought. But when he went to sit down, they had other plans.
"Who agrees that my HUSBAND here shouldn't have any cake because of what a bastard he was being to Trunks?" Bulma asked.
Everyone said 'ME!'
Bulma smiled. "Then it's settled. Vegeta can't have any cake or any food until you guys leave. Sorry honey." She walked over to him and patted his head. "I guess you'll have to wait until later, hm?"
Vegeta growled. "You . . . can't . . . do this to . . .me . . ." He mumbled.
Bulma shrugged. "We are, aren't we?" She asked.
* * * * *
Vegeta just stood by and watched everybody eat their cake, (Or at least #18 was eating ketchup on top of the cake and drinking pickle juice instead of wine . . . Bulma had told her wine was bad for the baby, but don't you think pickle juice is worse?) with his stomach growling ferociously. But, at least he had a couple of things to be thankful for, number one that the android hadn't flirted with him all evening, number two that he didn't have to sit down with those ungrateful people eating cake in his dining room.
Trunks looked up at his father. "I think Dad should get some cake. He looks very hungry." He remarked.
Bulma laughed. "Well, aren't you even the least bit mad that he didn't help you cut the cake?"
Trunks shook his head. "No. I don't care if he didn't help me, he just needs some cake." The child brought some cake over to his father. "Here."
Vegeta smirked at him. "Thanks, son." He grumped, ruffling his son's lavender hair. He then took a bite of the cake. *I guess he's not such a bad kid after all. Heck, he'd better not be, because I have to train him today. *
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Trunks was done opening his presents, in which he'd received a teddy bear, some toy cars and a race track for them, some clothes, ANOTHER go cart (He'd wrecked the previous one.), and a bunch of other things from his mother that only very rich little boys only get, such as himself. But Trunks was also aware that he did not have a present from Vegeta.
"Dad . . . I don't mean to be rude, but did you get me a present? Mom made you all the other years!" He asked.
Vegeta smirked. "Oh, believe me boy, training you is already hard enough. Do you think I'd get you another present?" He asked.
Trunks just ran off with Goten.
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Outside, Vegeta was watching his son play the piñata, along with Goten and Gohan, who wasn't really a child anymore.
He crossed his arms and sat in one of the lawn chairs, sighing and swirling his martini. He was thinking about how he really needed someone to talk to when who should come over there but #18, waddling like pregnant women usually do. She sat down by Vegeta.
"Hello, Princey!" She said. "I haven't got to talk to you all day. "
Vegeta smirked. "Oh, well isn't that the pits?" He sarcastically said. "Why do you want to talk to me anyway? In case you haven't noticed, I really don't want to talk to you right now."
The sad look on the gorgeous woman's face only lasted for a second. "What, you don't want to talk to me just because I don't have my pretty figure anymore? No worries, because I'll gain it back after Maron is born."
"That's what you are naming your baby? What's wrong with you and Krillin? Were you two on the pipe when you decided what to name her?" Vegeta laughed. He could tell that making people mad wasn't the way to get them to go away, especially people like HER. Instead she'd just stay longer and longer, and irritate the snot out of him like she'd done so many times before.
"Well what kind of a name is TRUNKS, Vegeta? TRUNKS? That's an article of clothing!"
"Well, Maron is the name of the woman that your Krillin used to be engaged to!"
They both froze for a second.
"And . . . besides, I didn't even want to name the baby Trunks."
"Well, you know what, I didn't wanna name this baby Maron."
Another pause.
"Well, bye Vegeta." #18 said, getting up and leaving. "I was going to try and give you some company because you looked so bored, but I guess we can just forget about that, now can't we?"
Vegeta nodded, frowning at her. But didn't he frown at everybody? He watched her walk off, and then sighed a deep and heavy sigh.
"BULMA! MAKE EVERYBODY GO HOME, I THINK IT'S TIME THAT I GOT TO TRAINING OUR SON!" He yelled down the yard at Bulma, who was helping Trunks bust a piñata. He saw her get mad for a second, then she just dropped what she was doing and began to usher everyone to their cars.
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"I hope that you're happy, Vegeta." Bulma growled. "Just when me and Trunks were having the best time, who should cut in but old grumpy here."
Vegeta crossed his arms. "It's time to start training my son, so I wanted them to leave. There was no hard feelings involved." He walked over to his son. "Are you ready to start?"
Trunks didn't look too well.
"Is something the matter, son?" Vegeta asked, not exactly in a comforting matter. More in an angry one.
Trunks nodded. "Yeah. I think I ate too much cake." He groaned, clutching his stomach.
*This can't be happening! * Vegeta thought, his hair sticking up just a bit more. "Son, you're lying, right?" He asked.
His question was answered when Trunks threw up on his shoes.
LOL! Like this chapter? In the next chapter, after logging away some comforting words in bed made by Bulma, Vegeta irritates the snot out of Trunks while he gets over his illness from eating too much, because he can't wait to train him! And, Bulma gets fed up with it all!
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