DAY 2

BULMA:

It was the next morning, everything was so peaceful.

"This was the first time I slept without my gloves in 29 years! I didn't like it…." Vegeta said to me as we still lay in bed.

I nodded. "Well, you know, today, you have to do something for me remember?" I asked leaning closer to him.

"Noooo!!!" Vegeta kept screaming over and over.

I had a chain around his hands that he could easily snap, but he didn't want to get his hands any dirtier then they were. "Get in the car, Vegeta!"

"No! The Germs!" he cried wildly.

"If you don't, I'll make you eat my cooking for the rest of your life, never give you gloves back, and I won't make you that stupid bubble!" I screamed.

He was screaming loudly, causing the neighbors to stare.

After I finally bribed him into getting in, I owed him a pool of jellybeans, Popsicle's, and pudding, (but not mixed together), a brand new GR, a pair of magnetic shoes, a 2x4, a Frisbee and a full sized statue of himself made of chocolate.

He was happy for the whole car ride until were pulled into the parking lot.

He frowned. "You told me we were going for ice cream." He muttered as I pulled him inside. He made a careful note not to touch anything while we where there.

"…And that's why I started being afraid of germs. You see were I'm coming from, Doc.?" Vegeta asked while he sat on the psychiatrics' couch. He put his hands behind his head, forgetting he had no gloves on. Then he yelled, "Contamination!" and ran over to the sink.

"It sounds to me like he has Haphephobia, or the fear of being touched, and Bacteriophobia, the fear of germs. Any physical contact will cause him to fear the germs." The doctor said as he scribbled down something on a sheet of paper. He tore it off and handed it to me. "I suggest he do the following on this list."

I looked it over and giggled at them. Then I came to the bill. "$4,000?!?!"

Vegeta looked over my shoulder at the list. He whistled. "Jeez… have fun paying that." Then he read a little more. "I'm not doing that."

"Oh yes you are!" I cried and pulled him out of the office to the car.

He whined about me touching his hand the entire time.

We arrived at home and I began on the list. "The first thing it says to do is set you in a calm area." I blindfolded him like the list said and set him on the couch. Then I played some music that sounded like rain.

"Is it working?" I asked after a while.

"No, it makes me want to go to the bathroom." He stated. "And it makes me thirsty." He licked his lips and took off the blind fold as I set off the music. Then he stared at his hand for a moment. He hissed and ran off to the kitchen.

I looked down the list and eliminated things that would make him uneasy or not work on him.

'Golfing, no. He hates golf. Swimming, no. He hates germy water. Vacation, oh God no. I don't need another lawsuit. The beach, same as swimming.' Then I found the perfect one. 'Hmm… that might work… he won't have to touch anything…'

"Honey, I found something on the list you can actually do."

He poked his head out from behind the kitchen doorway. "Hn?"

I didn't tell him what it was. Instead, I just took the blindfold and set it back over his eyes. He was afraid to touch it, so I didn't have to worry about him taking it off.

"Were are you taking me?"

"Somewhere good." I answered with a smile.

"That's what you told me the last time…" he said and I could just imagine him rolling his eyes.

We pulled into the parking lot and he froze.

I took off the blind fold and he looked around. "I wanna go home." He said quickly, crossing his arms like a three year old.

"Oh come on you big baby." I unbuckled his seat belt and pulled him out of the car. He hissed at me touching his hand again, but I didn't care.

He followed me around the park.

"Isn't this great? The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, everything is so peaceful…" I said and closed my eyes to enjoy the sun.

Then I heard something and opened them again. Vegeta was no where in sight. I fumed. "VEGETA! Where are you?!"

I found him in the car using some baby wipes, which he undoubtedly stole, to clean his hands. "Not clean, not clean, not clean…" he kept muttering.

My shadow cast over him and he looked up. He quickly backed out of the front seat and into the back. I followed soon after.

We wrestled for about twenty minutes before a woman and he two kids walked by.

"Please! This is a safe, child friendly neighborhood! Go have fun at home!" she shouted and walked off swiftly, pulling her children with her.

We both paused from our fighting and realized the whole car was shaking like we had been … well, you get it.

I crawled out fist, but Vegeta stayed in the car. I sighed, "Do I have to get some mud and throw it on you?"

He whined and crawled out, taking the baby wipes with him. He clutched them to his chest defiantly and refused to let go of them no matter what I promised him.

I sat him over by the pond, while I fed the ducks. "Are you sure you don't what to feed them, Vegeta? It's a lot of fun!"

He shook his head again. "Ducks are filthy creatures that feed on the carcasses of decaying fish."

I just stared at him for a moment. "Riiigght…"

Suddenly, a baby duck walked up to Vegeta and peeped. He raised an eyebrow and scooted away from it.

"Awww… it looks like the little guy just hatched…. He probably thinks you're his mom." I cooed.

Vegeta's eyes widened. "What?! It can't think I'm its mother! I'm a man! I'm the Prince of all Saiyans! Prince kind of gives it away!"

The duckling peeped again and again as it tried to get up on the bench Vegeta was sitting on.

"Let's adopt it!" I cried and scooped it up.

"Huh?! That's a wild animal! You can't just take it into our home!" he cried in disbelief.

"I let you into the house, how it he any different?" I asked.

"But that things covered in germs! It's… it's…" he faded away as he watched me pet it.

"But, he's all alone. He has no one in the world! Let's keep it!" I said in a loving tone. He was about to object, when I said, "We're keeping it and that's final!" then I trotted off to the car. "Are you coming?"
He sighed loudly and followed me to the car.

"Here, hold him." I said and plopped the duckling onto his lap.

He panicked and scarred the duck. I picked it back up and put it onto my lap. "Fine, you big baby."

Vegeta stared at the duckling the whole time like it was a giant evil monster that was going to bite his head off while he slept.

We pulled back into the house and I set the duckling on the kitchen table. "Just look how cute he is!"

"How do you know it's a he?" Vegeta asked cautiously looking over my shoulder.

"You really want me to show you?" I asked.

He shook his head quickly. "He needs a name." He said after a few minutes.

"You're the mom, you name him." I said. He snorted loudly.

"Well, he's a duck so he shall be called... Prince Wilston IV." He answered.

"….Are you serious?"

"Yes! He is the evil Prince Wilston IV!" then he laughed menacingly for about two minutes.

"You can stop at any time." I said.

"Okay. Never again?"

I shook my head. "Never again." His face fell.

"Everything's always the last time I do everything. Now what?" he asked me.

"Now what, what? Take care of your child!" I cried.

"Bulma, I don't even take care of my own children. Why would I take care of a duck?" he had a point. "I can't train it, so what else is there to do with it?"

I shrugged. "Not my problem."

"Okay, I got it!" He cautiously picked up Prince Wilston IV and headed off to the bathroom, all the while saying, "Ew… so germy… Ew, ew…."

I hadn't heard from Vegeta or Prince Wilston IV for awhile. I figured Vegeta just set him down somewhere and left him alone.

I snickered for the 100th time that day. 'Vegeta the Mommy'. Oh, that ducks gonna have problems…

Just then, something small and shinny walked into the room. Well, actually it waddled into the room.

Vegeta followed soon after.

I looked back at the shinny thing and then at Vegeta who had a very proud smile on his face.

I panicked. "Wilston!" the poor baby duck was wrapped in tinfoil and had on tiny goggles. "Where'd you get the goggles?"

"I took them from one of Bra's Barbie's." He answered with no shame.

"You stole my your own daughter?"

"I can't help it. Without my gloves on, I steal."

"You steal with your gloves on!"

"Eh." He then started to walk away. "Can you watch Prince Wilston IV for a while?"

"Where are you going?"

"Well, Prince Wilston IV is an outside animal and therefore is covered with GERMS!!!! Not so much any more, but he was covered in germs." He said it all calmly except for when he screamed 'germs' at the top of his lungs.

The he ran down the hall toured the kitchen.

"Okay, Wilston… how's life been for you?" I asked.

He peeped about four times.

"Fascinating." 'Great, I finally lost it. I'm talking to a duck…' "And how's life been with Vegeta?"

Prince Wilston IV just looked at me.

"You know, 'Mommy'." I said with a roll of my eyes.

He began to peep again happily.

"I'm back." Vegeta announced as he came back into my lab.

"Here." I thrust Wilston into his hands. "He is no longer germ covered, and you are insane. I bid you good day." I said and turned back to my work.

I could practically hear him frowning. "Germs…" he said softly. "But what about…"

I cut him off, "I said good day!"

He snorted and walked out of the room slowly.

After about ten minutes, the fire alarms went off again. By this time in my life, I had grown so used to the sound of them that I didn't even hear them anymore. By the time I figured out the alarms were on, the fire was already put out.

I ran upstairs to see the damage because I already knew whom to blame.

"Ma'am, it seems to us that this man and his duck started the fire." A fireman said and pointed to Vegeta and Wilston.

"Wait! He's not my duck! And he's not to blame! And neither am I! We didn't start the fire!" the he spontaneously broke into song.

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it…

"Are you finished?" I asked. He nodded. I turned back to the fireman. "What did he do?"

"Bulma! Didn't you hear the song?! We didn't start the fire! Do I have to have Wilston sing it?!"

I just looked at him. My poor husband. He's insane.

Wilston began to peep to the tune of whatever song Vegeta was singing, Vegeta nodding his head in a dancing fashion.

"What song is that anyway?" I asked after he was done.

"It's Billy Joel's 'We didn't start the fire'! 4 minutes and 50 seconds exactly!" He cried like I was the stupidest person on earth.

"….You have way to much time on your hands."

"Uh, ma'am, the fire?" the fireman asked.

"Oh yeah! Here's $1,000 go get your selves something nice." I began to push them out of the house.

"Uh, thank you, bye!" the man and his team said and raced off to the fire truck.

"You're getting in more trouble this way then you did with the gloves! Come on, I have one more idea." I pulled him into the kitchen.

"Germs!" he cried and scrabbled away.

"You'll touch the duck, but you won't touch me, you'll touch the duck, but you won't come into the kitchen! What's up with that?"

He poked his head back in. "What do I have to do?"

"We are going to bake something." I told him with a sweet smile.

He gagged. "Bake something?! Without gloves? I've never baked anything in my life! And without my gloves?! You're crazy."

"This is for your own good, Vegeta. If you don't get over this fear, you'll be a freak for the rest of you life."

He seemed to be debating it in his head. "I can live with that." He was about to walk away when I said:

"What about all that stuff you wanted? You'll never get it this way."

"Not even the statue of me made of chocolate?" he said with a pout.

"Not even the statue of you made of chocolate." I answered while shaking my head.

He sighed, "Can Wilston help?"

"Yes, Wilston can help." I answered with a roll of my eyes.

He perked up and sat at the table.

"Okay. First we need…." And we began.

After about an hour, we had finished.

"Wilston! You messed it up!" Vegeta cried and moved the tinfoiled duck away from his pie.

He'd only washed his hands 13 times since we started baking. That's a start.

Just then, the front door opened. Goten, Pan, Trunks, Marron and Bra all walked into the room.

"Hello, Bulma. Hello, Vegeta." Goten, Pan and Marron all said politely.

Then they noticed the duck that insisted on sitting on Vegeta's head.

"Where'd you get the chicken?" Goten asked.

"He's not a chicken! Prince Wilston VI's a duck!" Vegeta growled at them.

"Oookaaayyy…. Where'd you get him?" Bra asked.

"From the park. He followed me home."

"And you let him keep it? Every time I brought home an animal, you always said to put it back." Trunks said with a pout.

"That's because the animal you brought home you wanted to torture, maim and/or eat." I answered.

Trunks' frown deepened.

"And you want to keep it?" Bra asked picking up Prince Wilston VI. "I thought you were afraid of germs."

"Because, he thinks I'm his parent. And I wrapped him in tin foil to keep him germ free."

Bra looked at him for a long time as if to say 'And you think that's going to work because…?'

I waved for her not to bother so she set him back down and he instantly waddled over to Vegeta.

He sighed and plopped his head on the table.

I was wondering why he didn't scream, 'germs!' and run to the sink. I was about to ask when he cried:

"Contamination!" and ran to the sink.

Prince Wilston IV peeped like that was the funniest thing he'd seen in his life.

I rolled my eyes. This was a very tiring week, even though it was only the second day. Live just keeps getting better and better.

Thanks to the following:

dbzlover123

Ollee

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Candy the Duck

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PS Candy the Duck, I stole the duck idea from your name. Thanks! (I own nothing!)