Seeing Things Clearly
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Chapter 7: Have You Changed?
Okay, another update for you. Stop moaning please. I do have a life outside of fanfiction you know!
Vegeta sighed as Bulma straightened his tie … again. She was so nervous about this silly little party and it was starting to grate on the Prince's nerves.
"Woman" Vegeta hissed "Give it a rest! I can't even see and I know it's straight!"
Bulma sighed. She was making Vegeta angry again. It had been like this for a while now. With a lot of new business deals going through her life had been quite hectic. If it wasn't one meeting after another, it was party after party after party and it didn't help when Vegeta didn't cooperate.
"Look" she sad "If you behave I'll make it worth your while okay?"
"Oh?" Vegeta replied sounding quite interested "And how will you do that?"
"Listen Vegeta" Bulma growled now getting angry herself "Either you can stop playing coy and understand that I will have sex with you the way you like it or you can be bad and I'll deprive you of your favourite thing besides training for two weeks"
Vegeta huffed and turned away from Bulma who was smiling triumphantly at her man. Yes, she certainly had tamed him over the years.
"So" she started, straightening his tie once more before, earning a growl from the Prince "Do you remember what I told you to say?"
"I don't why I can't just stay here and let you go – you know I don't like crowded places … it throws off my direction and I might have an accident"
"Stop trying to make me feel bad Vegeta, you're not getting out if this by pretending to all of us that you can't take care of yourself … you went to great lengths to prove to all of us that you can 2 years ago when you first lost your sight"
"I still don't like being surrounded by people I don't even know"
"But you still have to go"
"Why now? I never used to"
"I've told you before Vegeta" Bulma explained "The magazines and newspapers know I'm married and yet they never see my husband other than a quick glimpse or maybe a far off picture"
"So?" Vegeta asked crossing his arms
"So" Bulma continued "A lot of gossip is going around that you are just a male slut that I like to pay to sleep with me!"
"I don't care what those pathetic earthlings say about us" Vegeta stated
"Well I do" Bulma replied "It's ruining my reputation and if I want to be a representative of my company reputation is everything – if my reputation is effected then so is the companies"
Vegeta rolled his eyes though he knew Bulma couldn't see it through the jet black glasses he was wearing-
"Don't roll your eyes at me!"
-damn she was good.
"Fine" he mumbled "I'll go, but you owe me"
Bulma sighed, knowing very well how much Vegeta hated these social gatherings, but it was crucial for their company. If the company didn't survive then they would have no means to support their family and with more and more rival companies coming onto the scene it was getting harder and harder.
Night after night they would attend these parties together and tonight was no different from any other. They attended, acted polite made conversation and shared ideas and the left. Trunks would stay for a bit longer, making sure that all guests were escorted home, after all, he was vice president of Capsule Corporation and this was a CC party.
As he stepped in the door, Vegeta found himself pounced on by his 5 year old daughter.
"Isn't it past your bed time?" Vegeta asked suspiciously
"Yep!" Bura announced happily
"Then what are you still doing awake?"
"Watching TV!"
Vegeta rolled his eyes at his daughters answer. Sometimes she could be brilliant and other times she could be as dense as Goku.
"Why are you still awake?"
"So I can watch TV"
And there was the brilliant side, pretending not to know what he really meant.
"And where is your babysitter?"
"Um … sleeping"
"I see"
Bulma giggled at her husband's behaviour. It was a rare sight to be able to watch him interact with his daughter this way.
Bura giggled as Vegeta picked her up and turned left … straight into a wall. His small family burst into peels of laughter at this, and the Prince grumbled. Most of the time he could pull off things that blind people, Saiyans or not, should be able to so, but sometimes, he made mistakes. That he was willing to admit.
"Okay" he sighed "Which way to the stairs?"
"Left!" Bura cheered
Vegeta turned left and went to take a step upwards only to find himself falling down! With lightning reflexes he flipped forward, landing on his feet and stumbling a few steps before turning an accusing stare towards his daughter.
"I thought you said it was left?" he grumbled
"I did daddy!" Bura protested "But you didn't say which steps!"
And there was that brilliant side again. She had told him to go straight towards the basement staircase.
"Bulma!" Vegeta called, having had enough of the game his daughter was playing "Come and take this demon child from me – this spawn of yours is pure evil!"
Bulma walked down the stairs and took her daughter from her mates arms.
"So let me get this straight" she asked "When she's bad she my demon spawn of pure evil and when she's cute she's your little angel?"
"Precisely"
"Right … come on spawn – it's way past your bed time … will you dea with the babysitter Vegeta?"
"Gladly" Vegeta grinned.
He made his way up the stairs until he reached the lounge and slowly walked towards the couch where he knew Bura's babysitter would be. He raised his hand in the air as a small amount of energy gathered in his palm before he slammed it into the face of the snoring man before him.
"YEOCH!" Goku cried, grabbing at his face, now wide awake "What did you do that for Vegeta?"
"That" Vegeta hissed "Was for falling asleep when you should have been watching my daughter!"
"Uh … oops?"
"Oops indeed" Vegeta seethed "Go home Kakarot"
"See ya Vegeta"
As soon as Goku disappeared, Vegeta slumped onto the couch, quite thoroughly worn out from the day.
"And she says training will kill me!" the Prince muttered
"It will, if you overdo it" Bulma whispered from the door
Vegeta cringed at being caught. He had though she had been upstairs tending to Bura.
"Are you okay?" she asked "I won't make you go any more if you really don't want to"
"You know I'd just end up going anyway" Vegeta replied
A short silence passed before Bulma gently leaned over and placed a tender kiss o his lips.
"Night Vegeta"
"Goodnight"
It was usual for the couple to go to bed at different times unless they had some fun in mind as Vegeta slept shorter hours than Bulma and didn't really like getting up too early.
The key sounded in the door and Vegeta turned his head as his son walked in the door.
"Hey dad" Trunks greeted
"Hi boy"
Trunks moved to sit beside Vegeta and the Prince shifted slightly to make room. Silence fell once more before Vegeta suddenly spoke up.
"Have you changed much?"
"Huh?"
"Have you changed … appearance-wise?"
"Uh … I'm not sure – mum says I look more like you every day!"
Vegeta chuckled slightly and moved to face his son fully.
"Can I … can I try that thing … you know … to try and find out what you look like?"
"Huh?" Trunks asked "What do you mean"
"I just … oh never mind"
"You mean you want to touch my face?"
"I'm just curious as to how you've changed … and your sister – how does she look?"
"Just like mum" Trunks replied instantly "Eerily like mum"
Vegeta lsughed again and stood up stretching.
"I'm going to bed boy"
"Alright"
It was rare that they shared moments like these, but they always made both the men of the household feel a special bond with one another, though neither would ever admit it for their pride.
"Night boy"
"Night dad"
Vegeta slowly made his way to his room and undressed like he did every day. He lay down beside his sleep wife and slowly raised a hand to her face. His fingers traced her smooth cheeks and ran along her jaw-line. Feather-soft touches memorising her features.
"You haven't changed at all" the Prince whispered "Still as beautiful as ever"
Under his thumb, which was resting on her face, he felt her skin move upwards slightly. She was awake.
"Goodnight Bulma" Vegeta mumbled blushing slightly at beng caught, even if it was just her
"Night Geta" Bulma replied sleepily.
Fluff, fluff, fluff – fluff for everyone! I think the next chapter will be the last for this fic. I know I lke to end fics in either a 5 or a 0, but I think it would ruin this fic to drag it out – don't you? I guess we'll see how it goes.
Until next Time
Clarobell