Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vegeta's Surprise Birthday ❯ One-Shot

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own DBZ or its characters... but I wish Mirai Trunks was mine!

Hi all! Welcome to my fic. As you can see, it's called Vegeta's Surprise Birthday. It's my first fic, and I hope you enjoy it.

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Vegeta's Surprise Birthday

The entire Z gang was at Capsule Corp. for Trunks's thirteenth birthday party. Yes, even Vegeta was there. Bulma had told him that if he didn't stay in the room for the whole thing, she'd shut down the gravity room and stop cooking for him.

"Your cooking is vile and disgusting, anyway," he had told her.

"Well," she retorted, "if you hate it that badly then why do you eat so much of it?"

He'd walked away grumbling. Why was it that he, Prince of all Saiyajins, had to answer to a human woman? Sure, he could fix the gravity room on his own… well probably he could. The technology he grew up around was far more advanced than that of Earth, so how hard could it be? But cooking wasn't one of his strong suits.

But Vegeta was there, and that made Trunks happy, even though he couldn't figure out why his father was there and not in the gravity room. It was a great party. There was lots of food, but of course with five Saiyajins, there had to be. Everyone had a good time, and Trunks got lots of presents. Even Vegeta gave him a gift: a new fighting gi, and a soft punch in the stomach to remind him never to let his guard down.

It was nine o'clock before the party officially ended. Trunks retreated to his room with Goten, who was spending the night. Vegeta was dismissed and stormed off to his gravity room, grumbling to himself. It was then that Goku realized something.

"Hey! Have you guys realized that in all the time we've known Vegeta, he's never had a birthday party?" There was a period of silence, then everyone nodded in agreement. Goku continued, "Maybe we should surprise him. It can't hurt."

"That's not a bad idea, Goku, but we don't even know when his birthday is," Krillin pointed out.

Bulma thought for a minute. "Well, there is one time every year when he goes and buys himself something or asks- I mean- tells me to make him something." She looked at the calendar. "It's around now, I think."

They sat around talking for another hour and discovered that if they were going to throw Vegeta a party, they wouldn't know what to get him. Goku could battle with him, but he always won, so Vegeta would just spend the next week in the gravity room, sulking. Bulma could make him something, but she did that often enough, anyway, so it wouldn't be very special. But no one else knew what to do, and they still didn't know when his birthday was.

At ten o'clock, Trunks and Goten came back to say goodnight. Suddenly Videl had an idea.

"Hey Trunks, can you do me a favor?"

"I guess."

"Great. Go into your dad's gravity room and ask him when his birthday is."

Trunks looked at her quizzically.

"We'll explain later. Just ask him. Say that you're just curious, since today was your birthday."

"And tell him you won't leave until he tells you," 18 added, since everyone knew he hated to be interrupted during his training.

Trunks obeyed and returned minutes later.

"Well?" the others chorused.

Trunks crossed his arms, narrowed his eyes, and cleared his throat. In his most Vegeta-like voice he said, "Brat, if you must know it's March 21st. Now leave before I blast you into the next dimension!"

Everyone started cracking up. Trunks went on:

"Fools! Stop it this instant! The Prince of Saiyajins is nothing to be laughed at!" Everyone laughed even harder, stopping briefly when Vegeta stormed into the room, dripping with sweat. The warriors in the group could sense that his ki had risen to just below Super Saiyajin level.

"Brats! Get into bed! NOW!" he barked. The boys quickly obeyed, kissing their mothers goodnight and running past Vegeta, struggling not to laugh. He watched them run up the stairs, then turned and eyed the group warily. Had he heard them? No, he couldn't have. He just knew that where there was Trunks, there was trouble. He growled and trudged off. They waited until he was out of earshot, then resumed their laughter. When Krillin had finally caught his breath he said,

"Gosh, we don't have a lot of time. March 21st is only three weeks from now."

"Well, if you have a picture of him, I can make a cake that looks like him," Chi Chi told Bulma.

Bulma shook her head. "Sorry, but I haven't been able to make a Vegeta-proof camera yet. Whenever I point one at him he blows it up."

"I have one of him in that ridiculous pink shirt," Yamcha offered.

"You do? How'd you pull that off?" Piccolo asked.

"I took it while he was sleeping. But it's at Roshi's."

"I'm on it," Goku said, disappearing. He returned moments later with a photo in his hand, wearing his big goofy trademark grin. He gave the picture to Yamcha, then burst out laughing. "That was a once in a lifetime thing!"

"Yup. This is the picture. I still remember that day. Bulma made him take a shower, and when he saw the clothes he yells, 'These garments, are they for a man or a woman? They-They're pink!'"

"Yeah," Krillin agreed. "Then he comes out and says, 'This is ridiculous! I'm a warrior, not some time of flower!'"

"So why not get him more clothes like that? He looks good in something other than blue," Videl said, studying the picture.

"Easy, honey. You're with Gohan, remember?" 18 laughed.

"What? No! I was just- I didn't mean- I-" Videl was bright red. Bulma, Chi Chi, and 18 were laughing at her, and Gohan pretended to be mad.

"Don't worry, Videl," Krillin told her. "They do that to me all the time." Videl laughed nervously. She didn't think she'd ever get used to Gohan's friends.

Finally the group resumed their discussion about what to do for Vegeta's birthday. After some deep thought, they came up with a few gift ideas. Then they worked out the plans for the actual party.

"Okay, so Videl, Chi Chi, 18 and I will set things up over here. You guys will take Vegeta far away and have your own little tournament or something to keep him busy. Trunks and Goten will here and when everything's all set, they'll come get you.

"Now Chi Chi, you're making the cake, right?" Chi Chi nodded and Bulma continued. "Great. 18 and Krillin, you guys are going to make most of the food right? Good. Gohan and Videl? You're going to collect all the presents a few days before the party and bring them when you come. Great. Then it's all settled." Suddenly Piccolo, who had been quiet during all the planning, voiced his opinion:

"Bulma, he's not that stupid! None of this is going to work!" Everyone stared at him.

"Well," Bulma shot back. "It doesn't hurt to try."

Piccolo rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

It was now eleven o'clock, and everyone said goodnight and flew home.

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The next two and a half weeks flew by. Chi Chi was busy making Vegeta's cake, and she just couldn't get the frosting right. Sure, the hair was easy enough, but the neon pink shirt and the bright yellow pants posed a problem. Goku was getting on her nerves, too. He and Goten were in charge of the decorations, but Goten was busy studying (not by choice), and all Goku wanted to do was eat.

"Argh! Goku, you're really starting to annoy me!" she shouted. She hadn't meant to yell at him, but he had been hovering over her -literally- for the past week. Goku whimpered. She looked up from the bowl in front of her and had to try hard to keep from laughing. There was Goku, sitting Indian-style in the air, with a pouty face, staring at her. His eyes reflected deep hurt. "Oh, Goku, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you. Here, I'll make you a deal. If you go out and make the decorations for Vegeta's party, then I'll let you have all the frosting that I don't use. Okay?"

"Really? You mean it?"

"Sure."

"Okay!" Goku bounded out the door, laughing to himself. "Heh heh. I should teach that one to Goten."

Chi Chi sighed. What had she done? Goku was bad enough when he was himself, sometimes, but Goku on a sugar high? Not good.

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Finally the day arrived. The cake was perfect, the decorations were made, Videl was standing by with the presents, 18 had the all food ready, and everything was going according to plan. All the warriors, minus 18 and Videl, arrived at Capsule Corp. promptly at eleven a.m. Goten rang the doorbell, and three extremely loud voices could be heard seconds later.

"Vegeta! I said answer the door!"

"I don't feel like it! Have the brat do it!"

"Dad! I'm eating!"

"Fine, then you do it, Woman!"

"I'm busy!"

"Yeah, well the Prince of Saiyajins is not a butler!"

"VEGETA! SHUT UP, GET YOUR BUTT OFF THE CHAIR, AND GO ANSWER THE DOOR!"

The warriors on the doorstep cringed.

"Man, I actually feel bad for Vegeta," Yamcha muttered.

"Yeah, and I thought you had it rough Goku," Krillin said. Just then, Vegeta opened the door. No, opened isn't the right word. "Ripped it off its hinges" is better.

"What do you want?" he sneered.

"Hiya, Veggie ol' pal!" Goku exclaimed, putting a hand on his shoulder. Vegeta shrugged out of his grip.

"I told you not to call me that."

"Whatever. We were going off to have our own little tournament, and we were wondering if you wanted to come."

Vegeta thought for a minute. "Fine, but I'm only fighting you, Kakarot. The rest of you might as well just stay here," he said to the group as he blasted off. Goku looked at his friends apologetically.

"I guess I'll have to keep him busy for two hours," he said as he took off behind Vegeta.

Just then, Bulma came out. She noticed Piccolo smiling at her.

"You know, Bulma, I hate to say 'I told you so', but-"

"Then don't," she snapped. "Well, I guess we'd better set up in case they come back early."

"18's got all the food. She's at Kame House waiting for you to call."

"Same with Videl and mom. They've got the gifts and the cake."

"Okay, good. But what about the decorations?"

Everyone looked at Goten.

"What?"

"Little brother, please tell me you and Dad made the stuff," Gohan pleaded.

"Oh that! Yeah!" He pulled a capsule out of his pocket. "Everybody stand back!" He threw the capsule into the living room. It was instantly decorated with streamers, balloons, and a banner that said…

"'Happy Birthday Veggie!'? Goku, I'm going to kill you!" Bulma shouted. Then she looked back into the room and started laughing. Trunks hadn't heard Goten's warning and had walked into the room right when the capsule opened. Now he, too, was covered in streamers.

"Help," he said meekly. Goten pulled out a disposable camera and quickly snapped a picture, then proceeded to help unwrap his best friend.

While Trunks was being unwrapped, Bulma made her phone calls. Videl, Chi Chi, 18, and Marron arrived minutes later with the food, cake, and, gifts.

"Hey, shouldn't you guys be out somewhere fighting?" 18 asked upon entering a room full of extremely bored men.

"We should, but Vegeta decided it was only going to be him and Goku," Yamcha said sulkily.

"Oh, well. You guys have to see the cake Chi Chi made. It's incredible!" Videl informed them. Everyone paraded into the kitchen, where Chi Chi took the cover off the cake box. There were many oohs and ahhs.

"I don't believe it! It looks just like my dad!" Trunks exclaimed. Goten pulled out his camera again and took a picture. Trunks turned his attention to Goten.

"Goten, when that gets developed, you'd better BURN the picture of me," he hissed. Goten shook his head, a devilish smile on his face. *No way, Trunks. This has blackmail written all over it, * he thought.

After a few more minutes of marveling at the cake, everyone was put to work preparing for the party.

Meanwhile, somewhere in a forest...

"Come on, Kakarot, I know you can do better than that!" Vegeta said angrily. But Goku thought otherwise. When Vegeta was in a bad mood, he fought to kill. And he was in an extremely bad mood. It took all Goku had just to block Vegeta's flurry of punches and kicks.

After what seemed like forever, Goten could be heard...

"Vegeta! Vegeta! HEY VEGETA!"

"Goten?" Goku turned to him, pretending to be surprised, but he couldn't hide the relief in his voice. He suddenly groaned and doubled over in pain as a result of Vegeta kicking him 'below the belt'.

"Kakarot, NEVER let your guard down during a battle," he hissed venomously.

Goten cringed and decided to keep his distance. "Hey Vegeta, you'd better get back home, now!"

"Why, brat? Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Um, because, uh, *I'm so stupid! Why didn't I think of an excuse?* Uh, because, um, Bulma's pregnant!"

"What?" Vegeta turned pale and flew towards his home. "I'll finish with you, later, Kakarot!"

"Good job, Goten! You certainly got his attention. Now let's get back to Capsule Corp." Goku placed to fingers on his forehead, grabbed his son's hand, and used his instant transmission technique to back Vegeta back. "He's coming!" he announced.

"Okay, everyone hide!" Bulma ordered. They all obeyed and waited for Vegeta.

The guest of honor landed in the doorway five minutes later. He would've ripped the door off its hinges if he hadn't already done it that morning. *What's going on here? Why are all the lights off? I bet Bulma went shopping for the hundredth time this week. And the brat probably made that whole thing up to see what kind of reaction he could get out of me.*

"Surprise!"

"AAAAAA!" The surprised Saiyajin jumped up, destroying part of the ceiling in the process. The lights were turned on, revealing the entire Z gang, smiling and wearing party hats. Vegeta looked around. Was all this for him? He looked up. Yup. It was his party all right.

"Kakarot, you made that, didn't you?" He pointed to the banner. Goku nodded eagerly.

"Yeah, I did."

"Good. Now I know who to kill." Goku opened his mouth, but then closed it. After all, it was Vegeta's party, and if he wanted to be grumpy, it was his choice.

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The party went extremely well. Even Vegeta enjoyed himself, although he didn't show it. He was amazed at the amount of detail in Chi Chi's cake, and extremely annoyed when he opened Goku's gift. In the box he found seven shirts in all different colors, and they all said "Badman" on them.

"Now you have one for every day of the week!" Goku was wearing his trademark grin.

Trunks and Goten left the room after Vegeta finished opening his presents. They came back with a rolled-up piece of paper, a box of tacks, and a bunch of brown fuzzy things.

"Hey, Dad," Trunks said. "Me and Goten made up a new game and we want you to be the first to play it. It's called 'Pin the Tail on the Saiyajin'." They unrolled the paper and tacked it to the wall, then attached tacks to the "tails".

"Hey, that looks like Goku!" Marron squealed.

"It is," Goten told her. Vegeta smiled evilly, with a devilish twinkle in his eye.

"So, it's more like 'Pin the Tail on Kakarot'?" The boys nodded. "Okay, I'll play." Everyone was shocked. It was totally uncharacteristic of Vegeta to play a game that didn't involve torturing someone. Then, one by one, they slowly realized what Vegeta was going to do. Vegeta walked over and grabbed a "tail" from Goten.

"Kakarot, come here. Do you know the name of this little game?"

"Duh! You just said it was 'Pin the Tail on Kak-' NO!!! HEY! VEGETA!!!"

Vegeta chased Goku around the room trying to put the tail on him. After ten minutes, he finally managed to stick the tack in Goku's butt.

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"

No one could stop laughing. It was so funny to see Vegeta and Goku running in circles. Goku whimpered as his wife pulled the tail off.

Finally, at ten o'clock, the party ended. Trunks, Vegeta, and Bulma went to bed when everyone was gone. As Vegeta and his mate climbed into their bed he said,

"Um, thank you, Bulma. This was an, uh, interesting experience. I've never had a birthday party before."

"Don't thank me, it was Goku's idea."

"Really? Kakarot thought of that?"

"Yup. Hey, how'd he get you to come back, anyway?"

"His stupid brat came and made up some stupid story that you were pregnant."

*How'd Goten know that?* Bulma wondered. "Well, who says it's a story? Happy birthday, Vegeta," she whispered.

The Saiyajin Prince stood there and stared at her before passing out.

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