Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Half Brother ❯ Chapter 2

Half Brother

By: Bulmafox

Chapter 2

"Well hello everybody", Vegeta greeted his guests cheerily when he answered the door. "How is everyone doing on this fine day?"

"We're fine, Dad. Uh, I can call you Dad, can't I?" Trey asked.

"Sure, son, whatever you want. Now is everyone ready to take on the town?"

"'Take on the town'?" Seripa asked, confused.

"Yes. We have places to go, people to see, and today is a bright and sunny day."

"Uh, did you get hit on the head or something, Vegeta?"

"Nonsense! I'm just delighted that my son and his mother decided to grace me with their presence. Now let's go. We have a whole city to see, and we don't want to be late."

"But Vegeta, all the Earth clocks say twelve o'clock. That means we have a whole day ahead of us."

"And it should be seized to it's fullest. You two are gonna love West City." Vegeta put his arms around Seripa and Trey's necks, making him look very lopsided, seeing as how Trey was much taller than either of his parents. As Vegeta walked away with Seripa and Trey in tow, he turned his head around and mouthed to Bulma, "Get to work."

Bulma took the hint and went to her expansive laboratory to build the security cameras. With Trunks at work, Bra at school, and Vegeta showing Seripa and Trey the town, she had at least three good hours to work without any distractions.

One short hour later, while Bulma was busy installing the first of the cameras into the gravity room, Trunks popped his head in. "Hi Mom", he greeted, scaring the daylights out of his mother.

Bulma gasped sharply. "Trunks, don't scare me like that! What are you doing home?"

"Work was boring so I skipped out."

Bulma gave her son a disapproving glare.

"But I got all my work done! All the documents are lying on the couch waiting for your approval."

"Trunks, you're thirty years old. You're the president of the largest company in the world. You don't need my approval for anything."

"Yeah, but Mom, you're the brains behind everything-" Trunks saw something behind Bulma's back. "Hey Mom, what's that?"

"What? Nothing."

"They're security cameras, aren't they? Let me help."

Bulma almost fell over. "What? You're serious?"

"Sure. I don't trust Seripa and Trey any more than you do and if I help you, we'll get twice as much done twice as fast. Besides, you always told me to keep my technical skills sharp so I can mingle with `the little people'."

Bulma sighed. "All right, you can help. Go to my lab and get some more cameras."

"Sure thing, Mom."

Bulma and Trunks worked twice as hard to build and install as many cameras as possible before three o'clock, which is when Bra would come home from school. A mere hour and a half later, the mother-son duo had the entire complex wired up and had put MTV's The Real World to shame.

"Whoo!" Trunks sighed as he wiped the sweat from his brow, "I haven't worked like that in forever."

"Now see what you can do when you apply yourself to something?"

"But this wasn't pushing papers and crunching numbers all day."

"Hey, I know! Why don't we go to that new garden restaurant for lunch?" Bulma offered.

"But won't Bra be coming home in half an hour?"

"Bra has her own keys to the house. Come on, let's go."

"Sure. Just let me get my card." Trunks ran upstairs to get his credit card and met his mom at her sleek red car, and they both headed to the newest garden restaurant called "The

Green Chicken."

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At the Green Chicken, Bulma ordered a chef salad and grilled chicken strips while Trunks ordered three huge Caesar salads, five chicken fajitas, and five platefuls of grilled chicken breasts. He told his mother to go ahead and pick out a spot while he finished assembling his lunch. When he finished, he started walking over to where his mom sat. Halfway there, he almost dropped his tray upon seeing the worst thing imaginable-his father sitting in a faraway booth eating lunch and making merry with the home-wrecker and the half-brother Trunks wished he had never met.

"Dad, what are you doing here?!" Trunks stormed up and yelled at his father. "I thought you'd at least have the decency to wait until the divorce papers got cold! Can't you see Mom is sitting not even ten feet away?!"

Vegeta just laughed it off. "'Divorce'? I'm not divorcing your mother, son. I have no intention of leaving her. I'm just showing Seripa and her son around the town."

"'Showing her around the town'? I bet that's code for `Get Seripa into my bed as soon as Bulma's out of sight'."

"That's your game, not mine."

"Well obviously you've been hanging around me too long, Mr. Smooth Operator. So, how long will it be, huh? How long before you cast Mom aside for a substantially more exotic and Saiyan lover?"

"Look, Trunks, what I do in my spare time is none of your business. I do what I please. In fact, Seripa and Trey are moving in with us today."

Trunks stood rigid in shock. "No way. You can't do that," he whispered. He ran to Bulma's seat and dragged her all the way across the restaurant. "Dad, tell Mom what you just told me," Trunks demanded.

"Bulma, Seripa and Trey are moving in with us today."

"Okay, " Bulma said.

Trunks put a hand to his mother's forehead. "Mom, are you all right? Did you come down with something? Did I just hear you say `okay' to this illicit arrangement?"

"Yes you did, Trunks. Your father's a big boy now; he can do what he wants."

"Mom, I can't believe you just said that! You're actually going to roll over while these…parasites take over Dad's life?!"

"Trunks, you father's the man of the house. He wears the pants in the family. I'm just accommodating his needs."

Trunks' face lit up for a split second before he dragged his mother clear across the restaurant. "Oh, I get it now." He whispered to her, "'Keep your friends close and your enemies closer', right? That's why you set up all those cameras. You'd rather have Seripa live with us where we can keep a close eye on her than have Dad disappear at her place for days at a time."

"Trunks, please don't tell your father about this."

"Don't worry, I won't. You keep an eye on Seripa, and I'll keep track of Trey. It's perfect! Look who's wearing the pants now, Dad," Trunks boasted. He put on his cheeriest fake smile and dragged his mom back across the restaurant.

"Hiya, Daddy. Listen, Mom and I had a talk and I decided it's a perfect idea to let them live at our house."

"'Daddy'? What's going on-"Vegeta started.

"Hush, Dad. Let me finish. I mean, it's the perfect opportunity for you to bond with your son, and for me and Bra to get to know our brother."

"But you were opposed-"

"Mother made me see the error of my foolish ways. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going home to prep the house for our new arrivals. Bye now." Trunks raced out of the restaurant, dragging his poor mother with him.

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Bulma and Trunks burst through the front door of their house just in time to see Bra hang up the phone. "Hey Mom, can Pan, Goten, and Marron spend the night here?" Bra asked. "Please?"

"No," Trunks scolded, "Mom will be very busy tonight."

Bra stuck her tongue out at her snobbish older brother. "Who asked you, Hitler?"

"Sure you can," Bulma answered, "The more the merrier." She and Trunks walked down to her lab. Bra stuck out a certain middle finger behind Trunks' back and made a funny face.

Bulma turned around and asked in a dangerous voice, "Did I just see what I think I saw you do, young lady?"

Bra almost hurt herself trying to put her hand down before her mother could see it and gave her a nervous smile. "No!"

"No shopping for a month."

Bra froze like a statue at the prospect of no mall hopping for a whole month-eternity in her eyes-as she watched Trunks follow Bulma down to the lab. She heard her mother muttering something about taking too much after her father.

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Six o'clock rolled around in no time flat and Bra's guests poured in, bearing boxes of pizza. Bra stood by the door to greet them. She gave Marron a handshake, Pan a hug, and Goten a long stare into his eyes.

Pan pulled Bra aside while the others went upstairs and asked, "Do you have a crush on my uncle?"

Bra turned beet red. "No I do not!"

Pan jabbed Bra playfully. "Liar liar, pants on fire. You do like him," she teased. She sang, "Bra and Goten, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G-"

Bra whacked Pan hard upside the head. "Tell anyone I like Goten, and I'll tell everyone about your little crush on Trunks."

"You wouldn't!"

"As long as you keep my secret, I'll keep yours."

Right then, the door burst wide open and in walked Vegeta, followed by Seripa, who carried at least two armfuls of shopping bags, and Trey. Pan and Bra quickly hid behind a piece of furniture.

"Is that Mom?" Pan whispered.

"No. That's the `other woman', Seripa."

"You mean mistress?"

"I hope not. I already don't like her." The two girls watched the scene unfold from the safety of the furniture.

Trey went to his new room in the wing off to the left, and Seripa set her bags on the couch, dangerously close to the girls' hiding place, and started rearranging the living room. "Hmm, no, no this doesn't fit…too girly…we need something befitting a Saiyan prince…" she mumbled to herself as she removed Bulma's odds and ends. She came upon Trunks' business school graduation and Bra's high school photos on top of the TV. "Ooh, we really must do away with these infectious things. Don't need reminders of those miscreants you were forced to adopt. Whatever did possess you to take them under your wing, anyway? Was their mother so desperate for money she pounced the first man she saw and you pitied them?"

Vegeta grasped Seripa's throat lightning quick, ready to strangle the life out of her. "Now you listen here, just because you live in this house does not give you the right to chuck everything out the window at your whim! You will not touch anything of mine or Bulma's. And if you ever, ever, degrade my children like that again I will kill you where you stand, slowly and painfully, no matter what claim you might have to me."

"Sheesh Vegeta, they're not even yours and yet you protect them? Why?"

Vegeta snarled in a menacing voice, "Maybe you don't understand the concept of `my children.' You see, Bulma and I fell in love a long time ago and since then I have taken her to bed many times. Two of those times I impregnated her. She carried my own flesh and blood in her womb twice for nine months each. So you see, that makes them my children in every sense of the word, including biologically. Maybe now you'll think twice before degrading my own flesh and blood like that."

"Oh, I didn't know. You poor thing. She forced you, didn't she? She forced you to spawn her brats. Don't worry, I'll take away all your pain and you'll never have to worry about your mean old captor ever again."

Vegeta rammed Seripa against the wall and squeezed her neck. "That's it! You die right now!" Seripa's face started to turn blue from lack of oxygen.

"Vegeta, what's going on in there?" Seripa heard Bulma call from the kitchen. She pulled her arms around Vegeta's neck and kissed him just as Bulma walked into the living room.

Bulma dropped whatever she was holding as she looked on in shock at her husband kissing Seripa-no, she corrected, Seripa was kissing her husband and Vegeta was trying desperately to pry her loose.

Vegeta finally pulled free from Seripa's grasp and glared at her with a sickened look on his face before he rushed up to the bathroom, leaving the two women to duke it out.

Bulma glared death at Seripa. "Listen, you stay away from my husband before I shoot you myself, you vulture."

"Me? I'm not the one who's over easy, you are. You're the one who hunted my Vegeta down and tied him to your bedpost and forced him to father your two deformities."

Bulma shook violently all over as the need to do the universe a favor and off her once and for all threatened to overwhelm her. It was all that she could do to not lash out and shoot her dead with one of her bazookas. Suddenly, Bulma straightened up and walked up the stairs with a huff, her nose high in the air.

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Bulma walked into the master bathroom and saw Vegeta guzzling the whole bottle of minty fresh mouthwash. "Whoo, lighten up on the mint, will ya? I'm gonna pass out from the stench!"

Vegeta spit out the scalding mouthwash. "I can't, not until I flush every Seripa germ from my mouth." Vegeta took another swig.

"You know you really don't have to do this for me. I know that Seripa forced that kiss on you." Bulma only got a gurgle in response. "Well, I'll be in the bedroom when you're ready."

A few minutes later, Vegeta staggered toward the bed and collapsed on his back across the mattress. "Oh Bulma, remind me never to do that again.".

"Do what again?"

"Put on a Mr. Happy Face." Vegeta wrinkled his nose in disgust. "It took everything I had just to keep up that perky façade. I really don't see how your mother did it."

"Well she always had been `happy-go-perky'", Bulma said, quoting what Vegeta had said about her mom when they first moved in together.

Vegeta wrinkled his nose again. "Yes, it was nauseating. I think she was more oblivious than even Kakarot. That reminds me, you did install all the cameras, didn't you?"

"Yes, thanks to Trunks."

"I thought we weren't to discuss the deal with anyone."

"I didn't. Trunks figured it all out."

"He did, did he?"

"Yep. Sometimes the boy's too smart for his own good. Sometimes it's a curse being a genius."

"I'm glad you feel sorry for me."

"Hey!"

"Hey Bulma, do you know that Trunks called Seripa exotic? Exotic my neck. She may be built like an Amazon, but she look like just about every other Saiyan female out there. You`re the one with unusual coloring. I swear I live in a pastel family."

"Hey, exactly what is that supposed to mean?!" Bulma turned over to confront her husband, but to her surprise he was…fast asleep.

Poor man. He really has had a rough day. Bulma curled up and zonked out right beside him.

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After Seripa left for her room, Pan and Bra hurried up the stairs, giggling like schoolgirls at the scandalous scene they had witnessed. They stopped in the hallway to regain their composure before waltzing into Bra's room like nothing had happened.

Marron stared at them. "Hey girls, what took so long? The pizza's getting cold."

Pan told Marron, "Uh…me and Bra were just gossiping."

Goten, Trunks, and Marron's jaws hung wide open. Everyone knew Pan did not deign to participate in such girlish affairs as gossip. "Oh my gosh, the great tomboy Pan Son gossiping?" Goten said in disbelief. "Our little girl's becoming a woman! Let's throw her a party!"

Bra interrupted Goten's little rave. "Uh, what Pan means is, uh, we've been talking about how many guys she's beaten up this week. Ya know, if she keeps this up, she's gonna have the entire male gender cowering at the sound of her name."

Trunks' jaw dropped all the way to the ground. "Miss Never-Break-A-Sweat Bra Briefs, interested in fighting? Well I'll be a purple haired monkey's uncle! I'll go get Dad."

"Hey, I only said I don't like to fight. I never said anything about watching someone else fight. And I do break a sweat, thank you very much." Bra pointed her nose in the air.

"Shopping doesn't count."

Bra gave her brother a mean look. "Whatever. So, what's tonight's theme?" She asked Goten.

"This time Pan chose."

"So?" Bra asked Pan.

"Femme fatales." Pan held up a few tapes. "I brought 'Sugar and Spice', 'Point of No Return', 'Thelma and Louise', and 'Alien'."

"Great choice, Pan."

"Just don't come crying to me when you can't handle all the blood and guts and stuff." Trunks teased.

"Shut up, Trunks," Bra huffed. Her face lighted up. "Everyone, stay here. I'll be right back." She rushed out of her room on a mission.

A few minutes later, reappeared with a tall Gotenks-looking man in tow. She introduced the man to the group. "Everyone, this is Trey, my new brother. Trey this is Pan, Marron, Goten, and the Brat." Bra pointed at the black haired girl wearing an orange bandanna, the tall blond woman dressed in pink and white, the black haired man whose bangs flared out way in front of his face, and the purple haired man with a bowl cut who glared death at Trey.

"My mane's Trunks, not the Brat," Trunks scolded Bra. He turned to Trey. "And your name's mud as far as I'm concerned. This room has gotten way too crowded." He stomped off to his room.

Marron stared after Trunks. "What's his problem?"

Goten whispered the situation between Bulma, Vegeta, and Seripa in her ear.

"OH!" Marron shouted. "What scandal! I have to tell everyone!" Marron made a beeline for the phone.

Bra snatched the phone away. "No! Don't tell anyone yet. I don't want it to leak out into the public"

"The public has the right to know," Marron said, using the line her manager used whenever someone threatened the local newspaper with charges of libel.

"And the public has the right to use this fist on your face if you tell", Bra threatened, shoving her fist in front of Marron's face.

Marron meekly put the phone down and returned to her seat.

About an hour into the first movie, Marron started getting bored. No matter how hard she tried, deep down she was still a girly girl and as such, did not care for things like fighting and blood and gore, unlike her friends. Suddenly, she felt someone tap her shoulder. She looked at the group to see who was responsible. No one even moved. The mystery person tapped Marron's shoulder again. She whirled her head to her right and saw Trunks.

"Hey Marron, are you bored?" Trunks whispered from the hallway.

"Yes," Marron whispered back.

"What do you say we have some fun of our own?" Trunks offered.

Marron's face lit up. Though she knew Trunks slept around and wasn't looking for anything serious, she decided 'why not?' She got up and sneaked away with Trunks to his room.

Everyone else in the room continued watching their movie. They never even noticed Marron was gone until they heard strange sounds coming from Trunks' room. Bra turned off the TV and motioned everyone to follow her. They all scampered to Trunks' room and pressed their ears against the wall. They all walked away in shock upon realizing what Trunks and Marron were doing in his room.

"Oh my Kami," Bra whispered, "I can't believe it! And he makes fun of me for wearing those skimpy clothes when he's the one getting it. It's always the conservative ones."

Pan let out a soft sob. "Marron and Trunks…I…can't believe they…" Pan could not bring herself to say it, for fear of making it come true. She turned to Trey and cried on his shoulder.

"Hey everyone, listen to this!" Goten whispered. He ushered everyone to Bulma and Vegeta's door. Everyone perked their ears, expecting to hear a busy night from the two, but instead all they heard was…light snoring.

Bra's jaw hung wide open. "Whoa, what a role reversal! Mom and Dad are sleeping, and Trunks and Marron …" she didn't finish her sentence out of respect for Pan's feelings. "Goten, look outside and tell me if you see any flying purple unicorns."

"Sure." Goten went back into Bra's room and stuck his head out the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the flying purple unicorns.

Bra whacked Goten on the back of the head. "I didn't mean really! I just mean it seems like we're in the Twilight Zone, with all the role reversal and stuff."

"Just like if my mother decided to leave my father alone," Trey joked.

Everyone stared at him.

"Uh…it was a joke, guys."

"A lame one," Bra said. "Let's all watch the movie. Maybe it'll help take our minds off my brother." Bra and Goten snuggled up next to each other on the bed, and Trey sat in the floor, still cradling a sobbing Pan in his arms.

A few hours later, Trunks waltzed into the room in an unbelievably good mood. "Well hello everyone. How was the movie? Did I miss anything?"

Everyone glared death at him, even Trey.

"Uh, what did I do?" Trunks asked nervously.

"You know very well what you did, Trunks Vegeta Briefs," Bra scolded, "You were…you were…ugh!…with Marron! And you make fun of me because I wear skimpy clothes, Mr. Hypocrite."

"Worse yet, you made poor Pan cry!" Trey scolded.

Trunks lashed out at Trey. "Look mud, what right do you have to pry on my love life? And get your filthy mitts off that girl! I bet you're the one who made her cry, you brute."

"No, you're the one who made her cry. You should've thought of Pan's feelings before you went and slept with…her…the blonde one," Trey said.

"What feelings? That she would see something she wasn't supposed to see? Sex is a part of human nature."

"Pan is in love with you! Or were you too busy entertaining your doll to realize that?"

Trunks' jaw fell to the floor. "You mean innocent, sweet Pan loves me? In that way? Since when?"

"Since we searched for those dragon balls in space two years ago! And I don't love you anymore, not after what you did. I hate you Trunks Vegeta Briefs I hate you!" Pan shouted, eyes brimming with tears again.

Trunks whispered, "I never knew."

"If you really had to sleep with that blonde, you could've at least had the decency to not do so in front of Pan!" Trey lectured his younger brother.

"Who are you to talk about decency, you hypocrite?!" Trunks lashed out, "Right now your mom is devising a way to break up my parents and you wanna talk decency?!"

"My mom is not trying to break up your mom's marriage! I had a little talk with her last night and she said she was just a little overexcited 'cause she finally found my father."

Bra walked right between her siblings and stretched her arms out. "Enough! If you two wanna duke it out, fine. Do so tomorrow. I don't want my sleepover to become one big dramafest. And I'm sure you don't want to wake up Daddy, now do you, Trunks?"

Trunks growled at his nemesis. "This isn't over yet, brother. Mark my words, I will put a stop to your evil plans." With that, Trunks stalked back to his room.

After everyone cooled down, Goten asked, "Uh, does anyone still want to watch movies?"

Bra let out a huge sigh. "Not anymore. Trunks ruined my sleepover. I just wanna go to sleep and get this night over with." Bra turned out the light and plopped on her bed. Goten, Pan, and Trey followed suit. Within a few minutes, they were all sound asleep, huddled together on Bra's big bed.