Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vegeta and the Great Pet Adventure ❯ Chapter 3

Disclaimer: Due to the Big Bang Attack that Vegeta gave my bedroom door after I kidnapped him, I no longer own any of the Dragonball Z characters * sniff *.

AN: Vegeta's home alone with … well read on to see.

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“You'll never get him to say his name,” Trunks said never looking away from the game he was playing.

“Yes I will!” Bra said, scowling at her brother. She then turned back to the parrot. “Say `Vegeta!' Come on pretty birdie. Say `Vegeta's a pretty birdie.'” Vegeta only tilled his green head to the side.

As Vegeta passed the family room, he stopped and growled while grinding his teeth. Then he took a calming breath and continued towards his shower. His daughter had been determined to name the creature Vegeta much to his chagrin and Bulma's great amusement. When Trunks had asked her why, she had adoringly said, “If Vegeta is good enough for the best daddy in the world, then it's good enough for the best birdie in the world!” With logic like that who could argue with her.

`I could,' Vegeta thought as he shut the bathroom door. Vegeta had a much better name for the pest. Lucifer. He felt that pretty much summed it up. The creature was a demon sent from Hell itself to add to the daily torment Vegeta called life. Much like his mate and children, its only purpose seemed to be to mock him on every given opportunity. Unlike his family though, Vegeta felt no need to let the hellion continue to breathe.

`If I could only get him alone for one minute-' he thought. He knew he could easily dispense of the vermin, then tell the boy and the girl that it had just killed over. The girl idolized him so much that she would believe anything he told her. Trunks probably wouldn't believe him, but Trunks wasn't really attached to the creature. Like most of his got-to-have toys, the pet thing had quickly become a passing fad.

He opened the shower door and peeped inside then he stepped in cautiously. Lucifer had taken to leaving him surprise packages in the shower, in his shoes, and in some of his other things. The hell spawn had even played Santa Clause in his hair when he had fallen asleep on the couch one evening. Vegeta would have rid himself of the pest that night but Trunks had given him the puppy eyes, he was still interested in the bird at the time, and Bra had started crying saying how sorry `little' Vegeta was. The cretin didn't look sorry to Vegeta.

The bird had signed his own death warrant that evening. Vegeta just had to devise a plan to get to him. Lucifer wouldn't have his two demons to hide behind forever. Whenever the two ended up having to leave him, the villain would meet his demise. Trunks' loss of interest had only played further into Vegeta's plan. Now, he only had the girl to contend with.

And a worthy opponent she was. Ever since her little display at the pet store a week ago, Vegeta had been very wary of his daughter. He went out of his way not to upset her, which meant he kept his distance. Was it possible that the last warrior elite, saiyin-jin prince of Vegetasei was afraid of a three-year-old, half-human girl? Vegeta shook his head as he stepped out the shower. He wasn't even going to begin to consider that possibility.

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Bulma sat at her desk, a pile of papers in front of her. The only thing she hated about taking over as president of Capsule Corp. was all the paper work. She sighed and moved on to the next sheet just as her phone rang. She sat down her pen and reached for the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi Bulma!”

“ChiChi? Hey! What's up?”

“Nothing much. How are things going with `little' Vegeta?”

Bulma instantly smiled at the thought of the little parrot that drove her husband nuts. “You have to be here to believe it. I haven't laughed this much in a long time. He drives Vegeta crazy. He only talks when Vegeta's in the room and the only thing he'll say is `Vegetablehead'.” Bulma and ChiChi rolled with laughter. “I literally see Vegeta's ki shoot up every time he looks at the parrot.”

ChiChi caught her breath. “Sounds like he fits right into the family.”

Bulma snickered. “Yeah, I guess he does.”

“Well, as much as I love hearing about the trials and tribulations of our favorite prince, I did have a purpose for calling.”

Bulma sat back in her chair. “Oh yeah, what's that?”

“You know it's time for Goku's annual Bar-B-Que. Tonight's the night. So can we expect you guys?”

Bulma looked at the piles of papers in front of her and smiled. “You know me and the kids will be there! Vegeta on the other hand….well he said that after Goku caught him on fire last year that he'd `never go to another party where idiot's were allowed to play with matches.' So I guess you can count him out.”

ChiChi sighed. “Well, ask him anyway. You never know with Vegeta, he might change his mind.”

“I'll ask but I doubt it. Do you want me to come by early and help you set up?”

“That's fine. See you at about six?”

“Six it is. See you Chi.”

“Bye Bulma.”

Bulma hung up and headed down to the family room to tell her kids.

Trunks asked, “Is Dad going?”

“Probably not, but that's okay. He can stay and baby sit `little' Vegeta,” Bulma said.

Bra's eyes went wide. She looked away from her bird and at her mother for the first time.

“Mommy, I don't want Daddy staying with my birdie,” she whispered urgently.

“Why sweetheart?” Bulma asked with concern at her daughter's fearfully tone.

“Because he'll blow him up.” Bra may have been naïve and she may adore her father but she wasn't stupid. She knew her father and her new pet weren't getting along. She also knew that in the end her dad would win their little battle of wills. It was up to her to protect her new baby.

Bulma almost smiled but then she saw the real despair in her child's eyes. `Damn it, Vegeta,' she thought. He really had their daughter fearing for the animal's life.

“It's okay, Bra. I promise Daddy will not hurt Vegeta,” she said trying to comfort her daughter.

“Why would you say that Mom? You know Dad's been itching to Final Flash Vegeta since we got him,” Trunks said. Not that he cared but he didn't want his mom giving his little sister a false sense of hope.

Bulma threw her son an irritated look then turned back to Bra. “Daddy will not hurt Vegeta. I'll make sure of it.”

Bra threw her arms around her mother's legs. “Thank you, Mommy!”

`Now I need to talk to Vegeta.'

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Vegeta landed on his front porch and opened the door. He had spent the day flying around so he could avoid Lucifer.

He walked in and found his daughter all dressed up standing in front of the birdcage. Gohan's brat was standing next to her looking eagerly into the cage. Gohan was standing behind them watching the little girls.

“Can't you make him talk?” Pan asked excitedly.

“Sure! Say `Vegeta's a pretty birdie.' Oh, come on, Vegeta. Say it. Pleassee?” Bra pleaded.

Little Vegeta only tilted his head to the side. He then turned to the door and squawked, “Vegetablehead!”

Everyone looked at the door. The little girls began to giggle. Trunks looked up from his bike magazine and smirked. Gohan chuckled.

Vegeta forcibly pushed his ki back down. He turned to Gohan.

“What are you doing here?”

Gohan covered his smile. “Hi to you too, Vegeta. Mom asked me pick up Bulma and the kids so that Bulma wouldn't have to drive. I figured it was also a good opportunity to get Pan off my back about seeing the `really great parrot' Bra just got,” he said the last part jokingly as he looked at his daughter affectionately.

Vegeta rolled his eyes. “Whatever,” he said.

Bulma walked downstairs at that moment. “There you are! I've been looking for you everywhere. Come with me. I need to talk to you.” She turned and headed for the dining room. “We'll be right back, Gohan, then I'll be ready to go.”

“No problem. Take your time,” Gohan said as he sat next to Trunks on the couch.

When they reached the dining room Vegeta leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. “Where are you taking my children woman?” he asked.

“Tonight is Goku's annual BBQ. Do you want to go?” she asked already knowing the answer.

He grunted. “Why would you waste time asking such a stupid question?”

“So I could tell ChiChi I asked. Now that that's out of the way, I have something important to tell you.”

He arched an eyebrow at the idea that she could `tell' him anything.

“Bra is very afraid.”

Vegeta's protective instinct kicked in. “Of who?” he demanded.

“Of you.”

“Me?!” He was stunned. How could the child be afraid of him? He had barely spoken to her in a week. “Woman, I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“I'm talking about the bird, Vegeta. We have to leave the bird here and Bra is afraid that you will hurt him.”

Vegeta relaxed. Was that all? “She knows me well.”

“Vegeta this is serious. That animal is very important to our daughter. Do you think she would have named him after you, the person she loves most in the world, if she didn't really care about it?”

Vegeta's eyebrows knitted in confusion. “So?”

Bulma tried to calm her growing frustration. She knew that if she started yelling at him now it would get her nowhere. “So would you intentionally cause her pain?”

He would never do that but that bird was asking for it. “Look woman, I have big plans for damned beast and I refuse to let you or the girl stop me.”

Bulma almost started yelling at him, but then she decided to try another tactic. “Vegeta-chan,” she said sweetly as she started walking towards him.

Vegeta became instantly suspicious. He would have backed up if he hadn't already been leaning against the wall.

Bulma walked up to him and pressed her chest against his. She placed her hands on either side of his head, pinning him to the wall. “You know,” she whispered in his ear, “if you are a good baby sitter tonight we might be able to work out a special payment plan later.” She moved one of her hands to his crouch and slowly began to move it, stroking up and down. She touched the tip of her tongue to his earlobe then whispered huskily, “So what's it gonna be Vegeta? Will you play nicely with `little' Vegeta this evening, so I can come home and play nicely with little Vegeta tonight?”

Vegeta squeezed his eyes shut. Damn the woman. She knew just how to push his buttons.

“Fine,” he grumbled.

Bulma smiled and backed up. “Good! Then I'll see you this evening.” With that she exited the dining room.

Vegeta took a minute to calm himself. Then he followed his mate to the living room. Little arms wrapped themselves around his legs before he got all the way in the door.

“Thank you, Daddy!” Bra exclaimed. “I knew you'd watch Vegeta. Now Daddy, Vegeta can stay out on his bench for another ten minutes, then you have to put him back in his cage. Okay?”

“Whatever,” Vegeta grumbled.

Bra smiled. “Okay, bye Daddy. I love you.”

Vegeta grunted.

Bra skipped out the door to the hovercraft where Gohan and Pan were waiting for them. Trunks walked to the door then looked back at the bird with sympathy. There was no way in hell that his dad wasn't going to kill him before the night was over. “Bye Dad,” he said as he walked out the door.

Vegeta grunted.

Bulma checked her hair in the entrance mirror one more time then walked to the door. She turned just before she walked out and said with a smile, “Remember Vegeta. Play nicely.” Then she shut the door behind her.

Vegeta grunted.

Vegeta walked over to bird, which was perched on its bench. He squatted so he was eye level with the beast. “Now it's just you and me Lucifer.”

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What will Vegeta do with this golden opportunity? Will he make parrot soup or was Bulma's offer to tantalizing to pass up? Find out in the next chapter. Special thanks to Susan for the name and as always thanks for reading.