Ooohhh! The torture starts!
Since I'm too lazy to repost the disclaimer every time, I'll just keep it on the front page.
Vegeta opened the door to his and Bulma's room. She looked up at him, smiling. Vegeta could see the happiness in her eyes. He felt a small chill run up his spine. Not good, he thought with a stifled whine.
"Okay, what happened?" Vegeta hated silence, so he spoke up. (Veeeeery bad idea, Veggie!)
Bulma laughed triumphantly. "I've decided on your punishment, Vegeta!" Vegeta wasn't worried anymore. She would probably just ban him from the GR for a week. He'd survive. Kakarot was a good sparring partner.
"First off, no GR for a week!" She grinned. Vegeta grimaced. Go figure. Just as he thought.
"Second, NO SPARRING OR FIGHTING OR SOCIAL INTERACTION OF ANY KIND with Goku or Gohan for a week." Vegeta frowned. Okay, this was bad.
"And…"
"And?" Vegeta wasn't too sure he wanted to know.
"You get to watch Goten and Trunks for three days, with no hope of escaping!" Vegeta really frowned. Actually, he pouted. Watch the twin terrors? Could that woman get any worse?! This was bloody murder! The prince of saiyans shoudn't have ot babysit his eight year-old son and that seven year-old third class child of that baka Kakarot!
Throwing one of his temper tantrums, Vegeta stormed out of the room knocking down several paintings and remodeling an old sculpture bulma made in 3rd grade, leaving a laughing Bulma, who was, indeed, triumphant.
The next morning, Bulma waved goodbye as she left. Goten and Trunks looked over at each other, grinning. "Hey, dad!" Trunks called, tugging at his dad's pant leg. "Can you play with us? It'll stop mom from yelling at you when she gets back!"
Vegeta winced. He didn't know what was worse; Bulma's yelling and screaming, or falling victim to the mini-demons. In the end, he agreed, being tugged by Trunks and Goten to Trunks's enormous room, filled with toys. 'Great, just great.' Vegeta though. 'I'm stuck, being tormented, no, being TORTURED by these children who scream bloddy murder everytime they turn a corner!'
Vegeta moaned, as Trunks made Vegeta wear strange clothing that made him itch. It sure wasn't his spandex clothes he was so used to wearing all the time. The boys took several pictures of Vegeta in a skirt and bellytop, in a native outfit, a cowboy costume, and other ridiculous costumes. (A/N: haha, I can so imagine that! -snicker-)
After a painful experience in Trunks's room, Vegeta attempted and failed miserably at cooking. He couldn't make the damn microwave work, or the oven! Vegeta was clearly pissed, so he ended up destroying half the kitchen.
With the oven, the microwave, the fridge, and the sink gone, Vegeta was stuck with BBQing. Now, what happens when you have one saiya-jin prince, and a BBQ? Very, very bad things happen. Like scorched eggrolls. Scorched pancakes. Heck, Vegeta made his own flame hair actually catch on fire!
"Damn woman…" Vegeta muttered, before flipping around with the propane. He didn't even notice the two little shadows sneak up behind him.