Let the torture continue!
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Now, the torture continues!
"BOO!" Trunks and Goten hollered, holding several empty bottles of pop, and cookie and chip crumbs littered the boy's faces. Vegeta jumped, and turned to face them. His face held a good amount of surprise. Shit, Vegeta thought. Sugar is bad enough when Trunks eats it. Now both of those boys have sugar in their systems?! My day can't get any crappier! Vegeta then actually used his brain for a second.
Walking over to the two boys, Vegeta smirked. They were going to wake up with a very bad headache in the morning. Vegeta grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. Trunks shuddered. NO amount of pleasure was worth this. Dropping all of the chips that he was holding, Trunks grabbed Goten's arm and made a break for it. Vegeta grinned.
Vegeta phased in front of his son and swiftly gave the two boys a soft punch to the back of their heads. (A/N: He's such a nice dad, eh?) With the two boys safely down and out for a bit, Vegeta admired their peaceful looks, but was broken out of his gazing trance as the phone rang. Growling, Vegeta picked up the two boys somewhat roughly and entered the house, placing placing the demons on the couch. Walking over to the phone, he sighed and picked it up.
"What do you want, baka?" Vegeta growled into the phone.
"Hi Mr. Grumpy pants! How's Goten and Trunks?" Goku's cheery voice called through the phone.
"They're fine, Kakarot. Now why don't you go do something with that harpy of a woman of yours?" Vegeta questioned. Goku quickly caught on.
"You were banned from talking to me, weren't you?" If one could see the other's face, then Vegeta would have seen Goku's pout.
"About time you figured it out, baka! Now go do something worthy of your time!" Vegeta was practically yelling at the other saiyan. Goku stifled a whine, his sensitive ears ringing from the yell, as well as his hurt feelings.
"Okay then… bye-bye Veggie." Goku hung up, and Vegeta moaned. In reality, Vegeta hated being cruel, but he learned long ago that emotions made people suffer, so he always did his best to cover up. The easiest way was to act greedy and cruel. It seemed that he only showed his rarely seen tender side to Bulma, though he tried not to. Recalling the time he cried in front of the man on Namek, however, made Vegeta hold back a cry.
Walking over to the boys, Vegeta picked them up. No one could see him, so he may as well act all mushy and stuff now. Grabbing the boys, Vegeta lightly smiled. He was very proud of his son, but he couldn't let Trunks know. He didn't even want his son or his wife to know about the cruelty he endured when he was being controlled by that, in his opinion, 'gay, oversized lizard' named Frieza nearly twelve years ago.
Vegeta sighed. Placing Trunks in his room and Goten in the room specially made for him that was accross the hall from Trunks's, Vegeta re-entered the living room. Sitting on the computer he secretly used at night every now and then, Vegeta typed in his e-mail address and began looking at different things. Finding nothing of interest on his account, Vegeta opened his wife's work. Since he had a lot of intelligence and needed to use it somewhere, Vegeta sometimes secretly did formulas and other such things for his wife, without her knowing.
Looking at the 'complicated' formula before him, Vegeta quickly deciphered it. Doing this with a bunch of other things, Vegeta finally got bored of mathematical calculations. His vision drifting over to the large television, Vegeta made up his mind. He was going to relax. The only thing he could do at this point if he wanted to stay calm. Turning on the T.V., Veggie saw different shows. The only things that actually caught his interest was a documentary on WWII.
Not realizing his fatal mistake, Vegeta fell asleep on the couch, a peaceful expression on his face after staring blankly at the T.V. for nearly three hours.