Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ You're What?! ❯ Let the Party Begin ( Chapter 13 )

You're What?! Chapter 13: Let the Party Begin

Trunks stood in front of one of the many tables containing hors d'oeuvres with a plate that was quickly filling up with the scrumptious looking snacks. Taking a few more cheese cubes, Trunks turned around and started to navigate through the throng of people mingling at the party being held within the large menagerie where his mother normally held her parties. The lavender-haired boy hated these large functions. He didn't know most of the people here, although they apparently knew him. The poor boy had lost count of how many of his mother's co-workers had approached him and gushed over how much he had grown. Trunks absolutely hated the attention. For one thing, it made him feel stupid because he had no idea what to say to those people. Luckily for him, Trunks had figured out a way to lose some of the attention; he had escaped to his bedroom and had gotten one of his Capsule Corporation baseball caps. With his hair completely concealed behind the hat, it was not quite as easy to recognize him.

Trunks sighed with relief as he caught sight of his friend Goten munching away at food at the table right in front of him. He'd made it without a single person pinching his cheeks, patting him on the back, or ruffling his hair, not that they could with the hat on his head anyway. Taking a seat next to his best friend in the whole wide world, Trunks likewise began to stuff his face.

"You know what Goten?" The lavender-haired prince asked in between bites. Goten looked over at his friend in shock. He had been so engrossed with his food he hadn't even noticed Trunks come back.

"What?" The Goku look-alike responded with his mouth full, spraying food everywhere. Trunks immediately held up a napkin to protect himself from the projectile bits of food.

"Gross Goten! When will you ever learn some manners? It is not polite to talk with your mouth full. I don't want to be wearing the food that you are eating." Trunks scolded harshly, slamming his napkin back down upon the table. Goten immediately cringed and looked up at his friend with wide sorrowful eyes, the hurt written clearly across his face. The older boy turned his eyes skyward and sighed. "I'm not trying to be mean Goten; just watch what you are doing next time ok?" At Goten's enthusiastic nod, Trunks continued: "As I was going to say, this party is borrrrrrring!"

"Yeah, but at least the food is good!" Goten responded, always looking on the bright side.

"It should be. It cost more than your house!" Trunks teased with a semi-evil smirk. Goten promptly punched his friend in the arm. He hated it when Trunks would gloat about how much money he had. It wasn't like it was his money anyways; it was Bulma's. Trunks glared at his friend as he gingerly rubbed his upper arm where Goten had punched him. "Jeez Goten it was just a joke, no need to be violent. All I wanted to say was that I think we need to liven this party up. Everyone is just standing around and talking. How dull is that?"

"What do you have in mind Trunks?" Goten asked eagerly, not stopping to think that what ever his friend had planed would probably end up getting them both into trouble.

"Just follow me Goten," Trunks answered with a smirk worthy of his father. Pushing away from the table, the lavender-haired terror motioned for his accomplice to follow him over to the indoor stream that emptied into a little pond.

Bulma patted her husband's arm as she guided him through the crowd of people who were in attendance for her baby shower. Actually, the event was more of a glorified party than anything else. It was definitely not your normal baby shower with loud, giddy women gushing over presents and playing silly games. No, Bulma's "shower", if you wanted to call it that, was a get-together for everyone to relax, mingle, and get a change to give their best wishes to the mother-to-be. Bulma was having a blast. It wasn't often the employees of Capsule Corp could all get together and have fun. Plus, all of her other friends were in attendance and would be staying for a more intimate party when all of her co-workers left later on this afternoon. Vegeta, on the other hand, looked like he was ready to blast something, if the occasional twitching of his eye was any indication. Vegeta looked down at his mate and growled.

"You are going to owe me so much for doing this today." He clipped out, his voice low enough where only Bulma could hear him. Instead of answering him, Bulma patted his arm again and flashed him a brilliant smile. She then turned as someone called her name. Vegeta rolled his eyes, not another nameless face. He'd been introduced to so many people today, and he could care less about any of them. He didn't remember a single name that she had told him. Upon hearing his wife say his name, Vegeta turned his attention to the woman standing in front of his mate and smirked. He knew this woman. She was Bulma's secretary and had been so for as long as he'd been on Earth.

"Hello Vegeta. I see you are as talkative as ever." The dark-haired woman laughed. "Congratulations, by the way." Helena said while extending her arm to shake his hand. Without hesitation, Vegeta took her hand. He had always liked this petite woman. She had a spirit similar to Bulma's and had never put up with his attitude. Needless to say, over the years, Vegeta had seen the woman a lot when needing to see Bulma at work. Speaking of his wife, Vegeta felt the woman disengage from his arm to turn to yet another guest. "So how are you holding up Vegeta? This party is about as boring as they come, no offense."

"None taken. I hold the same opinion of this silly event. Everyone that is present is either here for the free food or out of obligation. No one actually wants to be here." Vegeta stated bluntly. Helena laughed out loud at that declaration and clapped Vegeta on the back.

"That's what I love about you Vegeta, you always speak the truth no matter how harsh it may seem." She then started to walk away as she noticed Bulma trying to gain her husband's attention. "Good luck surviving the afternoon." At that comment, Vegeta scowled and turned to look at his wife, seeing her already introducing him to another guest. Vegeta held up a hand in greeting, but made no move to come to Bulma's side. He'd had just about enough of this nonsense. Perhaps he could leave for a little while and come back later once a majority of the people had left. However, any thoughts of escape where dashed when his mate started walking back over to him, her eyes flashing dangerously.

"Vegeta! That was incredibly rude. I was just trying to introduce my husband, the father of my baby, to Professor Stellar, and you don't even have the courtesy to come over and shake his hand?" Bulma fumed, not caring that overall Vegeta had been behaving himself very well today.

"So I didn't shake his hand. Shoot me. It is totally pointless for me to meet all of these people, most of which I will probably never meet again! This is a total waste of my time and I think so far I have been extremely tolerant." Vegeta likewise vented, using all of his willpower not to raise his voice and draw attention to their discussion.

"Fine Vegeta, if you don't want to be a part of this than go. I'll go talk to all of the well-wishers and if they ask where the proud father is I'll tell them that you abandoned us because you thought this was all just a total waste your time!" The blue-haired scientist shot back, her voice sounding slightly hysterical as though she could break out into tears at any moment.

"Oh no you don't!" Vegeta said with conviction. "It won't work Bulma. You won't make me feel guilty. I don't care what you tell those pathetic human underlings of yours. Their opinion does not matter to me. So go ahead, tell them. I dare you."

Bulma crossed her arms over her chest and frowned. "I guess you can go then, since you don't care. It isn't like you wanted to be here for me or your child anyway. So, go on, leave. See what I care."

"Good, I will."

"Fine." Bulma hissed out.

"Fine." Vegeta likewise clipped out, turning on his heel.

"Fine." Bulma called out after him, her voice rising in her anger as she forgot about not attracting a crowd.

"Fine." Vegeta echoed as he turned back to face his wife, his voice getting equally louder.

"FINE!"

"FINE!"

The two shouts bounced off the high domed ceiling and reverberated through out the indoor park. All commotion stopped as everyone came to look at the couple. Bulma slowly tore her eyes away from Vegeta and looked around at the prying eyes surrounding her. Turning to face them, Bulma smiled embarrassedly and clasped both hands in front of her, unsure of what she should say to elevate the awkward situation. Before her brilliant mind could come up with anything, Vegeta solved the problem for her.

"What are you all looking at?" He asked pointedly, putting the embarrassment on the spectators for staring so rudely at the couple. Now most of the people started to look away, not wanting to be caught spying on the couple. "Everything is 'fine', go back to doing your party" he paused, trying to find the word he was looking for and coming up blank, "stuff." He ended with a wave of his hand. Seeing that everyone had taken his advice and were starting back up with their own conversations, Vegeta gave one last glare at his wife before striding off.

Bulma watched her husband walk off and snapped out of her embarrassed shock. He was actually leaving! That bastard. She would be damned if he got off that easily. With a steely determination, Bulma headed in the direction her mate had just gone. She didn't have to go far before finding him. Over at one of the tables set up on the grassy plain sat her husband. He was leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed firmly across his chest; a frown complemented the angered stance. At the table sat Goku and Gohan, both listening intently to Vegeta, who no doubt was probably bad mouthing her. At seeing her pissed husband sitting with his once greatest rival and conversing, Bulma's anger dissipated. So her pesky prince wasn't leaving the party like she thought he was. He just didn't want to be socializing any more, not that Bulma should have been surprised. Vegeta was not a social person and it was in that moment that Bulma realized just how compliant he had been up until a few minutes ago. In all actuality, Bulma was surprised that he had lasted as long as he had. Perhaps she had been a little harsh.

Vegeta eyed his wife skeptically as she approached the table where he sat. He truly didn't feel like dealing with her incessant jabbering right now. Even though she didn't appear to be upset, Vegeta had learned long ago that looks were very deceiving when dealing with his woman. She was like a volcano; always ready to erupt. Oblivious to their fellow Saiyan's misgivings, Goku and his son both got up as they saw their long time friend. Without hesitation, both men simultaneously hugged her in greeting.

"Wow Bulma! You look great, and your tummy is so big!" Goku exclaimed as he pulled away from his long time friend, stating the obvious. Bulma chuckled at her friend's observation.

"I know Goku, that tends to happen when you are carrying a baby." Bulma replied with a small smirk.

"Congratulations on your newest addition Bulma. I have to agree with my father and say that you do look especially radiant." Gohan finally spoke up. Bulma turned her gaze towards young man that stood before her and flashed him a brilliant smile at his compliment. It was at times like this that Bulma couldn't fathom that the well-mannered gentleman before her was the same naïve, little boy she had accompanied to Namek.

"Stop hitting on my wife boy," Vegeta said deadpan from his place in his chair, killing the moment. He smirked evilly when he saw the sudden blush flash across the half Saiyan's face along with the look of absolute shock that Vegeta would even suggest anything. It looked like Gohan was going to say something in his defense until the proud prince held up his hand. "Don't get so flustered Gohan, otherwise I'll have to believe that there is some truth to what I just implied."

"Don't listen to him Gohan," Bulma interrupted before Vegeta could say anything else. "I know you weren't hitting on me, even if others here can't comprehend that fact." At saying this, Bulma looked pointedly at her husband and quirked an eyebrow. Vegeta glared at his wife, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

"What are you trying to say woman, that I'm stupid?" Vegeta said icily, rising slowly from his chair.

"Whoa, you two. No more fighting, okay?" Goku asked as he came to stand in between the couple. Bulma rolled her eyes and peered around Goku to look at her now fully pissed of mate.

"Vegeta, I was only kidding. I was just getting the pressure off of Gohan." Bulma responded calmly. Vegeta huffed but immediately flopped back down into his chair.

"Whatever," he mumbled. Bulma sighed. Why couldn't things ever go easy with regards to Vegeta. It seemed like everything with him had to be complicated.

"Anyway," Bulma began, trying to get past this newest scuffle, "I was just coming over here to say hello to you guys, plus I felt that I owed Vegeta an apology." Bulma had been addressing the father and son duo before her, but she knew that Vegeta was listening. Sure enough, Vegeta's eyes snapped over to stare at her. He knew that Bulma was just as stubborn as he was and that it wasn't very often that she would apologize for anything. He knew that admitting a mistake put quite a ding in the armor of pride that most people wore; therefore, it was even more surprising that Bulma was apologizing in front of other people.

"Oh don't worry Bulma," Goku said in his normal happy-go-lucky way, "I'm sure Vegeta will forgive you! He's sorry too!"

"I most certainly am not!" Vegeta almost chocked out, caught off guard by his fellow Saiyan's comments. "Mind your own business Kakarrot!"

"Come on Vegeta, you have to feel a little bit sorry for fighting with Bulma, especially in her condition." Goku persisted, coming to sit back down next to his one time rival. Vegeta glared at his friend, a term he used lightly. The glare and soft growl from Vegeta didn't faze Goku in the least, he just continued looking at his prince earnestly. Meanwhile, Bulma and Gohan came to sit at the table, fully intrigued by the interaction between the last two members of the Saiyan race. Goku threw his arm around Vegeta in a friendly manner, pulling the disgruntled monarch closer to him. "You aren't even a little bit sorry?" The naïve warrior asked, raising his one hand and gesturing the small amount with his thumb and pointer finger.

At Goku's touch, Vegeta went ramrod straight in his chair, his face a pure mask of disgust. Unbelieving that the younger man was actually touching him, a big NO in Vegeta's book, Vegeta looked at Goku's hand then to his face and back again. Finally, his mind caught up with what was happening and Vegeta sprung up out of his chair and proceeded to punch Goku in the face. Now granted, Vegeta wasn't powered up so the blow didn't bruise Goku in any way, nor did it send him flying through the air. It did, however, sent him and his chair flipping backwards. For the second time that day, all activity ceased and everyone was looking at Vegeta and the sprawled Goku. Gohan shot out of his seat in reaction and helped his father up, while Bulma had her one elbow resting on the table while she covered her eyes with her hand.

"Now, maybe I am sorry." Vegeta said coldly, he then turned his gaze back to the stunned crowd. "What is everyone staring at?" He yelled once again, sending everyone back about their business, which most likely was gossiping about him. Glancing around the compound to make sure everyone was now ignoring him, Vegeta slowly sat back down. Vegeta, despite the fact that Bulma was probably permanently infuriated at him, smirked. He had just assured that no one else would want to be meeting him today, not after that display. Goku, who was once again sitting upright in his chair, smiled at Vegeta and gave him a light punch in the arm.

"Wow Vegeta, you are getting fast. I was caught completely off-guard." He said with admiration heard in his voice. Bulma looked at her longtime friend in disbelief. How could he be happy that he just got punched in the face and was the center of attention to all of Capsule Corp.? Apparently Gohan and Vegeta shared her confusion for she saw both men looking at Goku as though he had grown a second head.

"Just when I think I have figured out how moronic you can be, you just go and prove that there are no limits to your absurdity Kakarrot." Vegeta said, awe heard clearly in his voice.

"Hey!" Was the snappy comeback that Goku came up with.

"Wow, did you come up with that all by yourself Kakarrot?" Vegeta inquired snidely.

"Man Vegeta, you don't have to be so mean." Goku pouted.

"Who says I am being mean? You haven't seen me mean."

"Children!" Bulma hissed, slamming her hands flat on the table to catch the two arguing Saiyans' attention. "Can we perhaps act like adults here?" Both Goku and Vegeta looked at the mother-to-be and Bulma just shook her head. "I swear, you two are acting just like Trunks and Goten."

"Hey," Gohan finally spoke up, figuring that now would be a safe time to enter the so-called conversation, "speaking of Goten and Trunks, where are they? I haven't heard a peep out of them for quite some time. That can't be good." Bulma tore her gaze from the two big kids in front of her and looked at Gohan, her face paling.

"I never even thought about it until now. I thought you two were supposed to be watching them to make sure they didn't get into any trouble while Vegeta and I were greeting the guests." Bulma voice held a hint of panic to it. She knew the kind of disasters that pursued her son and his faithful follower whenever they were left to their own devices. Both Son males put their hands behind their heads in trademark fashion and laughed nervously.

"Well you see Bulma," Gohan began, deciding that it would be better if he explained the circumstances around the boys disappearance rather than having his father do the honors, "Dad and I went up to the buffet tables with the boys. You can't expect four Saiyans to resist the temptation of food for too long," Gohan said with a laugh, which died on his lips the minute his eyes beheld the glaring Bulma beside him. Licking his lips, Gohan continued. "Anyway, Goten went back to the table and Trunks followed close behind. Dad and I were still getting some food. By the time we returned the two were gone. I was going to go and search for them but then Vegeta came stomping on over all in a huff-"

"I didn't come 'stomping' over, I walked over here calmly and I most certainly wasn't 'in a huff'. That just sounds ridiculous." Vegeta interrupted. Gohan looked over at Bulma incredulously. Bulma looked over at Vegeta, studying him closely and then turned her attention back to Gohan.

"So what you are saying Gohan is that Vegeta stomped on over here all in a huff. Sounds about right." Bulma replied in retaliation to Vegeta's interruption.

"Hey!" Vegeta said, voicing his dislike in how the conversation was turning.

"Now who sounds like me?" Goku quipped: quite proud of himself for showing such quick wit. He looked over at Bulma and his son with a proud grin on his face.

"Good call Goku!" Bulma said with a laugh. That exchange effectively shut Vegeta up for the time being. There was nothing worse than being compared to Goku, at least according to Vegeta. Seeing that her husband was subdued for the moment, Bulma motioned for Gohan to continue.

"So, as I was saying, Vegeta came on over to our table and just sat down and started talking. Both Dad and I were surprised to see Vegeta join us, much less talk to us, and I guess we just forgot about the kids. You know the rest considering that you came over to our table just a few minutes after Vegeta did." Gohan finished his tale and glanced over at Bulma nervously. "Sorry Bulma."

"It's okay kiddo." The blue-haired scientist said with a sigh. "It would be nice though if one of you tracked down those two little rascals before they do something stupid." Right as the last word left her mouth, a high-pitched scream was heard from over by one of the buffet tables.

"Too late." Vegeta said with a smirk; it finally looked like there was going to be some action at this lame party. Another was soon heard from the tables set up right by the indoor stream. Yet another was heard thereafter from a woman three tables to the left of Bulma's. Soon more commotion was heard as people started getting up out of chairs, things were being knocked over, and more and more women started running and screaming. Bulma immediately stood up and started looking around.

"What in the world is going on?" She asked in total bafflement. She then caught sight of one of her technicians trying desperately to catch something at the table next to her; however, he missed, and Bulma soon had her answer as a large slimy Namekian frog jumped onto the table right in front of her. Now it was Bulma's time to scream.

"Get it away, get it away!" She screeched, slapping the frog away so that it skidded across the table to land in front of Goku and Vegeta. "I hate that nasty frog! I can't believe it is still alive. Oh, yuck, yuck, yuck.," Bulma exclaimed over and over again, wiping vigorously at her hand with a napkin. "Get it out of here!" She pleaded with the men at the table, jumping protectively behind Gohan.

"Hey that frog looks familiar." Goku exclaimed, grabbing the dazed frog by his back legs and holding him up.

"It's Ginyu," Vegeta replied, a malicious smirk spreading across his face. At hearing Vegeta's voice, the frog captain began quaking in fear. Of all the people to run into, he had to run into Vegeta. The only thing that had kept the demented prince from squishing him before was that he didn't want toad guts all over his newly replaced boots. Ginyu had a sinking feeling that this time Vegeta's boots weren't going to be so new.

"I thought he looked familiar." Gohan said with a smile, joining the examination of Captain Ginyu.

"Poor Ginyu, he's been a frog all these years." Goku said, patting the thoroughly humiliated captain on the head.

"I could put him out of his misery," Vegeta said with a wicked laugh and he snatched the frog out of Goku's grasp. Holding the frog up to eye level, Vegeta smirked as he saw the puny frog cower and then try to wriggle free. "Oh how the mighty have fallen," Vegeta teased.

"Vegeta! You can't kill him. He's defenseless." Goku piped up, not liking the look in his friend's eyes.

"I don't care what you guys do," Bulma squeaked from behind Gohan, "just get it out of here. We have to go around and collect all of the frogs those two little hellions let loose."

"Why don't you guys go on ahead?" Vegeta proposed. "I'll take care of Ginyu here."

"Vegeta!" Goku began to protest again.

"Oh stop your fussing Kakarrot. I'm not going to kill him."

"Good." The taller warrior said with a sigh of relief.

"But you'd be amazed at what you can live through." Vegeta said with an evil chuckle. He then placed the now petrified Ginyu down on the table. "Get along little froggie, I'm giving you a head start. Not that it will do you any good." With that being said, Vegeta lifted his hand off the frog and watched as he started hopping at top sped, which really wasn't all that fast. Once the frog was a few tables away, the Saiyan Prince began stalking on after him. "Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit," the three remaining at the table heard Vegeta call out, mocking Ginyu's only available vocalizations. "It's frog stompin' time."

Goku looked like he was about to follow Vegeta, but Bulma placed a hand on his shoulder. "Forget about him Goku. Vegeta won't do anything to actually hurt that creepy, nasty frog, although he probably deserves it. Anyway, I've learned over the years that sometimes you just have to indulge Vegeta's sadistic sense of humor. Believe me, he is having the time of his life right now."

"If you say so Bulma." Goku replied, not completely convinced. He glanced over one last time at Vegeta and shrugged. And people said that he was easily amused. There was the prince of his people off playing with a frog. How come no one called that moronic? Goku's thoughts were cut short as Bulma continued to talk.

"Alright boys, I need you to help these other brave party guests in collecting these frogs. I'll go and locate the boys. Wait, check that. There is Chi-chi right now with our culprits." Sure enough, Chi-chi was standing over by the entrance to the indoor park, a boy on either side of her. She was holding each one by the top of their ear, while they wriggled and whined in pain. The raven-haired woman gave a nod over to Bulma and took the boys back into the main house. At that moment, Bulma hoped she would lock them in a closet somewhere. Alas, Bulma knew that was not the case. Chi-chi was taking them up to the one room both boys truly felt was a punishment: the library. At their age, there was nothing fun about books. Bulma turned her attention back to the Saiyans before her, knowing that she would have to meet Goku's wife later. She had other things to address right now. "Okay, as I was saying, please help with the frog hunting. I have to go and start trying to calm down the guest and apologize."

"Sure thing Bulma. You can count on us." Gohan said with a mock salute. "Perhaps this is a job for Saiyaman and Saiyagirl?" Gohan asked eagerly, always looking for a chance to become his alter ego, especially because he now got to hold a very cute sidekick. Bulma thought for a minute she was going to fall over at Gohan's question.

"I hope you are kidding." Bulma asked expressionless. Once again, Gohan's hand went behind his head and he started laughing very self-consciously.

"Of course I was kidding!" He exclaimed unconvincingly. Then, before he could embarrass himself any further, Gohan grabbed his father by the shirt and practically started dragging him over toward the buffet tables. "Come on Dad, we have work to do."

Bulma watched her two friends as the embarked on their quest and smiled as Goku immediately started eating the food up at the first buffet table. Same old Goku, he could never stay focused on a task if food was anywhere within a hundred mile radius. Bulma felt a kick from the baby and immediately started to rub her swollen stomach. "Don't tell me you want to join in on the excitement little one. I don't think I have the strength right now." Continuing to rub her belly, Bulma looked at the quasi-chaos around her. She was sure that later on she would find this whole situation rather amusing, but right now the humor was escaping her. This was a disaster that she didn't feel like cleaning up. Oh well, she didn't have a choice. She was the host and as such she had a duty to apologize to her guests and try and get everything back on track. Bulma looked at her watch and rolled her eyes. Only a few more hours and then her employee guest would be gone, then she could kick back and relax with her friends. Taking a deep breath, Bulma steeled herself before walking over to some of the traumatized guests to begin her apologies.

Well, there is the first part of the baby shower. I hope you all enjoyed it! I do apologize for the delay in the update, I've been extremely busy lately. Thanks to everyone for their patience. Anyway, the next chapter will be tons of fun. You'll get to see the aftermath of the frog incident, plus everyone will be together for an after-party get together. Remember that Vegeta still needs to have a talk with a certain you-know-who. So, as always, let me know what you think! I have loved all of the reviews I have received and thank you all so very much! You have kept me writing this story. J

Now for the semi-bad news: I have to send my laptop back to Dell because my keyboard completely died and keeps beeping constantly. (I finished this chapter using an old keyboard I plugged into my laptop). So now I won't have my computer for about 2 weeks. Hence, why I wanted to finish this chapter before I ship off the computer tomorrow. Therefore, this may hinder my ability to compose Chapter 14 since I'll have to use my sister's computer. She isn't exactly keen on having anyone in her room for long periods of time, so I'll have to see what I can do. But believe me, I'll be trying! Sorry everyone.

Until Next Time…