Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vegeta's Tail ❯ Bad Words ( Chapter 5 )

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Author's Note: Badgerwolf asked me in a review if Trunks has his tail? Why yes, he does. In the end of Bulma's Tail, Bulma makes the decision to keep it. I've just been very bad and not mentioned it in Vegeta's Tail. (Might add a couple of lines in earlier chapters to rectify that.) So in respect of the cutest baby in dragonball Z. I'm dedicating this chapter to Trunks. Chapter 5 Bad Words

Bulma entered her parents kitchen carrying her son. She was to put it mildly mad. To be accurate she was fuming and little bits of steam whistled out of her head. Her eyes focused on her happy mother who was completely oblivious to her daughter.

"What- did- you- do- to- Vegeta?" Bulma said saying each word carefully and separately.

Mrs. Briefs turned to look at her. "Why I fed him a stir fry." She answered. "Why is something wrong?"

Bulma blinked as she looked at her innocent mother's face. Whatever anger she had disappeared. Now she was just annoyed. "How do you do that?" She yelled. "I was ready to shout at your ass for what you did to Vegeta."

Mrs. Briefs looked blankly at her. "You are shouting dear. Why is Vegeta upset I tried to get a peck from him."

"Mother do you know what damage you've done." Bulma groaned. "He wants me to be his sole cook."

Mrs. Briefs put her hand up to her mouth aghast. "You haven't cooked for him have you?"

"No, not really. Barbecue's and sandwiches don't count." Bulma put her head down on the table in her despair. Trunks sat happily on the table playing with her hair.

"Oh Bulma honey you're just going to have to tell him." Mrs. Briefs joined her and held her hand for support. "You can't lie to your new husband this early on. Whatever happened to the newly wedded bliss?"

"I don't know." Bulma moaned annoyed. "He's such a jerk."

"Jerk!" Trunks copied, he knew that word and was proud of it.

Mrs. Briefs looked at her grandson. "You're teaching him bad words." She gasped.

"He's got to learn what to call that jackass of a father." Bulma snarled.

"Jackass." Trunks beamed another word he knew.

"Bulma dear, it's not good for him to learn such words." Her mother scolded.

"I'm going to go out and try and reason with him." Bulma said standing up. "Look after Trunks will you. I'll probably say a lot worse than jackass to Vegeta."

Mrs. Briefs forgot her disapproving talk and scooped up the little bundle. "Oooh, who grandma's favourite little boy." She oohed and ahhed over her grandson.

Outside a loud banging noise could be heard. It was as if someone really angry was knocking on a large hollow sphere.

Mrs. Briefs got out the rattle. "Whose Grannies cutie? Isit you?" Mrs. Briefs gurgled at Trunks in a silly voice.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?" A deep voice bellowed outside.

"Look at the rattle." The blonde simpered trying to distract the small baby.

"I WANTED TO TALK! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU THINK I WANTED, SEX?"

Trunks eyes perked up at the familiar voice. "Mommy." He squealed.

Mrs. Briefs laughed nervously. "Mommy's busy right now, sweetie."

"I wouldn't put it past you Woman. I think this is a set up to fuck me in the gravity chamber." The voices had now calmed slightly but they could still be heard.

"Fuck you?! I wouldn't fuck you if my life depended on it." The female voice retaliated.

Mrs. Briefs pulled out the teddy, the rattle being not very effective. "Look Trunks Bo-Bo."

"Funny I remember you panting, gasping for more last night." The deep arrogant voice said.

"You're an arrogant asshole Vegeta! Just once I want a decent conversation. A conversation ever heard of it? It involves two people communicating."

"Here's Bo-Bo." Mrs. Briefs said putting the teddy in Trunks lap.

"No Bo... Mommy." Trunks whined chucking poor Bo-Bo on the floor.

"Don't patronise me Woman. Why would I want to communicate to a thick headed bitch." Vegeta shouted back.

"Oh dear." Mrs. Briefs sighed as she saw how enthralled with the argument Trunks was.

"The only bitch around here is you." Bulma snarled back.

"So listen to what I want to say." Mrs. Briefs looked up to see her husband walk in.

"What is all that arguing about. They've only been married for less than 24 hours." Dr. Briefs sighed."I was trying to get some work done but it's kind of impossible."

"I think he woke up on the wrong side of the bed. He was cranky all the while I was talking to him." Mrs. Briefs mused. She picked up her grandson and handed him to her husband.

"So Bulma caught his crankiness." Dr. Briefs said while gently catching Trunk's tail.

"I don't listen to snot nosed wench's that decide my fate without my consultation." Vegeta yelled.

"Well consider this your consultation Vegeta." Bulma yelled back.

"I'll take Trunks to my lab. I have something I think he'll like." Dr. Briefs said. "Plus it's slightly quieter."

"Okay dokey." Mrs. Briefs waved. She then got up and got some ear plugs out of a drawer.

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Outside Bulma's anger had reached critical. She hadn't even told him her wonderful idea. The arrogant asshole wasn't even going to listen to her.

"I'm going to train to become the strongest." Vegeta said from the Gravity chamber. "I have to be strong enough to defeat Kakarrot when the time comes."

"Goku's dead Vegeta. He isn't coming back to fight you." Bulma cried. She held back her own pain as she said this. Her best friend's death still fresh in her mind.

"We shall meet again in the next world." Vegeta said with a distant gaze on his eyes.

"Vegeta please listen, live in the here and now." Bulma pleaded. "Not in your past, not in some future battle but here with me." The memory of Goku had dulled her anger. She fought back the tears that threatened to show her weakness. It was time to bring out the big guns, arguing wasn't working. She tried her best injured puppy look instead.

Vegeta looked down to her from his vantage point. Her big blue eyes were wide with expectation. A soft sheen sparkled across them, glistening with her hope.

"I will listen to your idea." He huffed. "This is not me backing down." He added to help save his pride.

"Of course not Vegeta." Bulma said soothingly. "We just want to discuss our future ideas like a normal couple would."

"I don't know if you're noticed Woman but we're not normal." Vegeta smirked.

"Just the way I like it." Bulma beamed, confident that she would at least get some compromise. They walked off to their part of the complex. Both of them confident they could make an arrangement to suit each other.

Dr. Briefs watched astounded at the couple actually agreeing on something. He checked his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "Would you look at that." Dr. Briefs said to his grandson.

"Mommy n' Jackass." Trunks said pointing to his parents.

"You're Mommy's been teaching you some things I see." Dr. Briefs mused. Trunks just giggled happy to see the loud angry noises over with. He stretched his arm out towards them as they walked away.

"Not yet Trunks my boy." His grandfather said to him. "I've got something to show you." Trunks not really understanding still watched his mother and father keenly.

He tried to wiggle free but he still wasn't strong enough. He soon got distracted from such ideas as Dr. Briefs took him into his lab. There was lots of shiny buttons and glittery objects.

"Oooh." Was all the little half Saiyan could say.

"Here it is, Trunks." His grandfather said proudly. "You're very own baby walker." Trunks was put on the seat in the centre of the frame. The back part of the seat with an opening for his tail. He looked up wide eyed at his grandfather. This wasn't like his bungee seat, he could move. Dr. Briefs keen to his grandson use it.

Wheeled him outside for a test run. Trunks laughed as he enjoyed the free ride.

"Lets go show Grandma." Dr. Briefs said happy that he could get his grandson to enjoy his creation..

They went past a window where a calm but slightly heated conversation was taking place. Trunk's sensitive hearing picked up on the voices. He swerved the contraption towards them. His little legs helping to push him along.

"What a quick learner." Dr. Briefs gasped as he tried to catch up with him. Trunks easily out manoeuvred the old man. The young baby staying focused on reaching his parents.

The door automatically opened to the escaping half saiyan. Bulma looked up at the opening door. She had been trying to convince Vegeta that a honeymoon would be a wonderful idea. She didn't need any interruptions to annoy him and send him on another tirade. Her eyes nearly popped out of her sockets as she saw her son in the babywalker.

Vegeta had his back to the door and was talking about his pride to defeat Goku. She had been taking in what he was saying. Now she was blocking him out as she watched her baby trundle the walker quickly towards her.

"Are you even listening?" He snarled as he noticed her distracted look. Before he could turn around to see what it was something knocked the back of his knees. It made him loose his balance and he unceremoniously fell on his face.

Bulma laughed out loud. "Oh no Trunks now your daddy's going to have to fight you to get his pride back."

Vegeta looked at the face of his assaulter. The baby had been able to sneek up on him and knock him down.

"Da.." Trunks gurgled as he looked into his father's dark eyes. For a small second Vegeta smiled at him proudly. If you blinked you missed it.

"Don't be ridiculous Woman. There was no lose of pride there." He stood up and picked Trunks out of the contraption. "I'll blame this metal thing instead." He tapped it out of his way. The baby walker rolled to the wall.

"It's a baby walker." Bulma explained. "It helps babies strengthen their legs."

Vegeta nodded approvingly. "I still need to train to get stronger."

"Vegeta you could train while on our honeymoon." Bulma said trying another tact.

"I told you I prefer here to train." Vegeta snarled, his anger rising again.

"Then how an I going to be able to make the wish." Bulma whined. She saw the look of horror in Vegeta's eyes.

"What wish?" He demanded.

"Uh-oh," Trunks said as he saw the popping vein in his father's head.

"Really Vegeta," Bulma sighed as her negotiations were taking a turn for the worse. "That was one of the topics I was going to explain to you." She laughed nervously as Vegeta took his best villain pose.

"Is that so Woman," He said threateningly. Somehow the Prince of Saiyans seemed quite scary even with a baby dangling from his arm. "I suggest you explain your whole plan to me."

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Author's Note: So next chapter Vegeta finds out Bulma's plans for him. Will he be mad, happy or couldn't care less?

Chibi Vegeta: "I'm Mad!"

Mz D: "You don't count." *Pats his head.*