Seeing Things Clearly
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Chapter 8: Bura's Boyfriend
Oh my God! It's been so long since I last updated! I am so sorry about that! I hadn't even realised how long had passed! I'm not going to promise a quick update, because obviously I get sidetracked – I hope you enjoy this anyway!
"Listen daddy" a thirteen year old Bura whispered "This guy is really nice! He's sweet and kind and so cool – so don't chase him away okay?"
"Like I said before" Vegeta smirked back "If I think he's suitable for you, I won't scare him off"
"But daddy!" Bura protested "You said that with all the guys and so far nobody has been 'suitable' enough!"
"That's because nobody deserves to date you" Vegeta replied calmly "You're far too gorgeous and nobody can match up to your standards"
"But then I won't be able to go out on a date with anybody!"
"Exactly"
With a growl of frustration, Bura stored away from her father and past her mother muttering about her 'working her magic' on the stubborn prince so that he would let her go out with a guy. Vegeta let out a chuckle he had been holding in and turned to his smirking wife.
"You shouldn't tease her so much you know" she laughed lightly "She's going to get angry for real with you one of these days"
"I know" Vegeta smirked back "But what's the point of having kids if you can't torture them a little?"
"True"
Both laughed lightly before Vegeta went back to his training and Bulma went back to work. The prince's smile remained on his face as he thought of his teenage daughter. She had been asked out on dates by a number of her classmates and even some older boys, and when that had happened, Vegeta had made a deal with her. It was quite simple really. All she had to do was find a boy that was what Vegeta deemed suitable and he would let her go out with him. But unfortunately, Bura hadn't counted on how picky her father could be.
So far she had brought home a total of 8 boys in 6 months, all of which had been scared off by Vegeta. Either they were too fat, too weak, too ugly or too boring. It seemed no matter who she found, they just weren't good enough for the Prince.
Vegeta sighed as he felt the familiar tug of the gravity as it slowly powered up. He had a feeling that today's boy was going to be different – and not in a good way. Bura had been becoming more insistent lately, that she would find a boy that could meet her dad's standards and sooner or later Vegeta knew he would have to relent and let her go on her way.
It wasn't that he didn't trust his daughter – on the contrary, he knew how smart she could be, but a father couldn't help but worry when his daughter wanted to start going out with boys – besides, it was fun to tease her by chasing them all away.
A few hours passed and Vegeta was just finishing his training session when a knock at the door alerted him to the arrival of his latest victim. He walked out of the GR and made his way inside just in time to hear the conversation between Bulma and the newest boy. She sounded nervous … kind of weird that, considering Bulma usually seemed to like all of the boys that Bura brought home.
With a shrug of his shoulders the Prince walked out and raised an eyebrow as the strong scent of a potent aftershave assaulted his nose. A small snort and sneeze later found Vegeta liking the smell no better – whatever it was that the boy was wearing was far too strong, besides, did boys shave at 13?
The Prince hummed as he turned this concept over in his head, awaiting the arrival of his daughter, who would be down the stairs any minute now. Bulma came over to him and straightened up his clothes (a habit picked up over the years from Vegeta making mistakes due to his blindness). The prince rose his eyes brows and leaned into her.
"What's he like?" he whispered
Bulma glanced back at the 17 year old boy clad in leather and covering in piercing, sporting multi-coloured hair and several visible (and probably more non-visible) tattoos.
"He's … nice" she replied slowly
"Right" Vegeta whispered back "Sure he is"
The Prince casually made his way past his wife and into the living room where his 'guest' was sat. He took a seat in his favourite armchair across from whoever it was Bura had invited and adopted an angry expression. From what he could tell the boy wasn't afraid at all … impressive. This guy obviously was older than Bura if he shaved and from the emotions Bulma was putting across, he didn't have her seal of approval.
"You want to date my daughter?" he asked suddenly
"That an offer?"
A sceptic eyebrow rose once again at the tone of the voice from the person sitting across from him. It was deep. Deep as in a lot older than Bura; by a guess Vegeta would say at least 16.
"It's an enquiry" the Prince replied flatly
"Well then I guess that would be a yes"
"So how exactly am I supposed to address you?" Vegeta asked politely – that was the way it always started
"Well" the boy replied "My names Fang - but you can call me Sir, Boss – or even Lord if that works for you"
Vegeta snorted slightly at this – the last person he had called by a title had been Frieza, and he'd be damned if he was gong to call some puny earthling by one.
"Whatever" Vegeta replied "How about I call you 'little boy'?"
"Whatever you say pops" Fang replied in a bored tone
Vegeta knew his eye was twitching, but he was wearing his dark glasses, so that didn't really matter. Soon Bura would be here and he could finish this; and speak of the devil, there she was.
"Hi Fang!" the 13 year old shouted excitedly as she hopped the last few steps of the stairs "What do you think of my daddy?"
"He's cool" Fang replied in that same bored tone "Can we go now – you don't mind if we drop in at a hotel tonight right?"
Well, needless to say, that was the last straw for Vegeta. Without a second thought the Prince was on his feet growling and advancing quickly on the now not-so-cool 'Fang'. The boy jumped to his feet and in the time it took to blink was at the other end of the room.
Vegeta suddenly stopped when he felt two small hands pressed firmly against his chest; without even bothering to look down he spoke.
"Move out of my way child" he growled
"No daddy" Bura protested "You're not going to hurt him – he was only doing what I told him to!"
"What?"
"His name's Taniko and he's Trunks' friend from college" the teenager continued "I asked him to pretend to be my boyfriend"
"Why?" the prince demanded angrily "You knew what would happen!"
"I just wanted to show you the guys that I could be choosing" the girl explained "But instead I've been choosing good boys – but you're chasing all the good boys away!"
Vegeta was silent for a moment before he turned to the cowering boy by the far wall.
"You can go now" he growled
"T-Thanks Mr. B" the boy mumbled before scrambling out the door already held open by Bulma.
The prince turned back to his daughter and knew that he didn't even have to see her to know she was glaring. It was one of those glares that you could feel.
"What?" he asked
"So are you going to let me go out with the boys in my class?"
A long moment of silence passed before finally the prince sighed deeply and raised his gaze to the ceiling.
"Ask your mother"
"YES!" Bura cried happily jumping up to give her father a kiss before running out of the room.
"What was all that about?" the prince asked
"She knows she's beaten you when you hand the fight over to me" Bulma replied, the smirk evident in her voice
"Oh shut up"
Bulma giggled and walked out of the room. The prince sighed again and moved to sit by the window. As Bura left the house accompanied y her mother a short time later, to go shopping he presumed, and his eyes trailed after them. Two dark blobs moving amongst the black.
"It's a start I guess" he muttered as he rubbed at his eyes.
"Bye daddy!" Bura called as she spotted him at the window
Vegeta watched as the blob he knew was his daughter moved in weird motions, obviously waving. He gave a small wave back before turning away from the window and looking to the left.
"I suppose you were in on this little scheme" he muttered
"You bet" Trunks smirked back "You have to let her go some time"
"But I was having fun"
The mock disappointment in his fathers voice was just too much for the young half Saiyan and he burst into a fit of laughter, when he had calmed he turned towards his smirking father and grinned.
"So do you think it will come back completely?" he asked suddenly
"Hm? What?" Vegeta asked
"Don't play dumb with me dad" Trunks grinned "I know you can see some things – shapes at least!"
"To be honest it's like looking at a lava lamp with black liquid and black lava – I can't really make out anything, just some movement"
"But it's a start!"
"I suppose … don't tell your mother, I don't want to get her hopes up"
"Don't worry dad, I won't!"
Vegeta smirked again as his son left the room. He didn't really know what to expect from the developments of his sight, after all, it could just be his imagination or the memories of shapes and such, but he would wait and see. For all he knew, he might finally be able to see what all of the boys in school find so appealing about is daughter.
A ghost of a smile crossed the Prince's features as a fleeting and slowly fading memory of his mate's face invaded his thoughts.
"Bulma" he muttered before closing his eyes again.
Even though everything was still black when he closed them, her image always became that little bit clearer.