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Vegeta's Tail	By : MzD Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female > Vegeta/Bulma Views: 5250 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6

Baby Trouble
Vegeta stood holding Trunks determined to get the whole story from Bulma.
"I was going to tell you." Bulma said weakly. "You've just got a hell of a thick head."
"Your wish?" Vegeta asked calmly. "Tell me your wish so I don't get a f... surprise."
"I want to go to New Namek and wish for your tail back." Bulma looked into Vegeta's eyes. He seemed slightly shocked. For a few moments Vegeta's mind mused over her superficial wish. It seemed to his view more a wish for a universal family. She had a tail so did Trunks. Vegeta assumed Bulma wanted him to have his tail back purely on vanity. He was aware of a lot of her faults that drove him insane and her vanity was one of them.
"And why would I want to do that?" Vegeta snarled. "We could just wait a year for the dragonballs on Earth."
Bulma pouted, she wanted an excuse to travel and have lots of sex. She didn't want to say it but it was what she was thinking. She knew how much he would criticise her for her shallow wish, but they obviously didn't match. Bulma really wanted to have them both as a couple walking down the park with their tails and Trunks running on ahead. She had already imagined it and now she just wanted to make it a reality.
"I just need a holiday." She said instead.
"Warriors do not holiday." Vegeta growled.
"Okay how about we make a deal?" Bulma said, clutching at straws.
"You're going to learn to cook?" Vegeta said hopefully. He had no intention on going back to Mrs. Briefs. He was going to have nightmares about those puckering lips.
"My mother's truly sorry. She can cook brilliantly!" Bulma said slightly agitated. "You really don't want any food made by me!"
"I will only go if I get three edible meals from you." Vegeta smirked as he saw her face.
"THREE!" Bulma yelled. "Are you out of your mind? That's impossible!"
"Perhaps by the time you've learned to cook, the dragonballs on earth would have regenerated." Vegeta said arrogantly. Trunks had now made himself comfortable, his tail curled around Vegeta's arm. For some reason Vegeta still retain his dignified pose.
"Really Vegeta, I can do barbecue's and sandwiches, do they count?" Bulma asked slightly hopeful. She wanted to really drive home how bad she could be without admitting to it.
"No, not really. I want three full meals. This includes first, second and third course." Vegeta held out three fingers to help her.
"So I just need to do soup, main and dessert?" Bulma said relieved.
"No, I want three separate, three course meals. Each cooked to perfection." Vegeta said smugly.
Bulma gaped as she thought of the horrors that waited for her. "Vegeta you're not serious."
"Deadly serious." Vegeta scowled. "Three first courses, three main courses and three desserts. Each different and delicious. THEN I might go to New Namek."
'You might be dead by my cooking. He really has no idea.' Bulma thought. "Okay I'll try tonight, on the the courses, how about dessert. I can make a really good pudding, you'll love it. That'll be one out of three."
She looked up to Vegeta he didn't seem very amused.
"You want the full three course tonight?" Bulma moaned. 'He really can't take up a hint, oh my god, I may have the shortest marriage in history!'
"That would be adequate. I will be here by 6 o clock." Vegeta said unaware of the inner turmoil in Bulma. He held up his arm which Trunks was clinging to.
Bulma looked at her little boy. He had that familiar deep concentration look on his face. He wasn't looking at anything in particular. He was just concentrating really hard Bulma recognised it straight away. It was a look she had come to dread as her mother instincts took over from her food crisis.
"Yeah sure, Vegeta I think Trunks is..." Bulma couldn't finish the sentence. Trunk's face relaxed and a strong odour rose from his nappy.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SMELL?" Vegeta shouted. He held out his arm like it was diseased. "Get it off!"
"That 'it' is your son Vegeta. What he did was perfectly natural." Bulma went to pick her son up but Vegeta had begun stomping around the room.
"Where should I put the brat?" He said in his panic. His eyes were wide with shock and his free hand held his nose. His sensitive nose couldn't take the strong aroma.
"He's got his own join on room." Bulma said trying not to laugh. She pointed to the red door with the plane on the front. "Just put him in there and I'll change him."
"Another thing I think you should do." Vegeta began in his commanding voice. "You should get our brat toilet trained. It isn't dignified of a Saiyan heir. I was toilet trained by the time I was 2 months old!"
"Damnit Vegeta stop being so demanding!" Bulma shouted. "I'll only potty train him if you cut down the three full meals to two."
Vegeta remained tight lipped. His bile coming up from his stomach. He had never smelt anything this bad since that time he went to the restroom after Nappa. He didn't think it possible someone of his own blood could make a stench this bad.
"I won't take him off you till you agree." Bulma put her hands on her hips. She was fighting her very being not to laugh at the disgust in Vegeta's face.
"That's evil." Vegeta growled. "You are the most evil woman I have met!"
"Coming from you that's a compliment." Bulma smirked. She had him now.
"Two full meals and a fully trained brat." Vegeta relented. The smell was starting to make his eyes' water. "Get the brat off!"
Bulma gave a sweet smile as she tried to take her son off his arm. "He doesn't want to go!" Bulma said.
"Jackass!" Trunks whined gripping harder to his father.
"WHAT DID HE SAY?" Vegeta yelled.
"The truth you Jackass." Bulma snarled. She added more sweetly. "Come on baby, come to Mommy."
"NO, mom... Jackass!" Trunks cried.
"Jackass needs to train and you've got a diaper to change." Bulma tried to explain.
"Will you stop calling me Jackass! It is undignified to the Prince of Saiyans!" Vegeta huffed.
"Quit your whining." Bulma got hold of Trunks body and tried to pull. "He's not moving Vegeta you'll have to take him to his room. He's got your Saiyan strength after all, when he grabs hold he really doesn't let go."
Vegeta growled, the smell had faded to a distant nausea. The more you smelled something the more you could ignore it and concentrate on something else. He let Bulma pull his baby wrapped arm into the brightly coloured nursery.
"Shit it's leaking!" Vegeta's eyes popped out as he saw the sludge move out of Trunks wrapping.
"Vegeta are you scared of a little poop?" Bulma asked reveling in her discovery. "Is the Prince of Saiyans, purger of hundreds of planets, killer of thousands, scared of a little poop?"
"GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!" Vegeta jabbered while swinging his arm to try and dislodge his son. While his other hand tried to hold in his gagging. He held out his arm as if it had lethal explosives.
Bulma caught Trunks as he was flung off Vegeta's arm. Trunks oblivious to any danger was giggling. "There's my little warrior." Bulma cooed. She got down to her motherly duties and started taking off his diaper.
"I think I'm going to be sick." Vegeta said while leaning against the wall.
"You can take a shower if you want." Bulma said smiling.
"I think I will." Vegeta said weakly.
"Wow, my boy brought a Saiyan prince to his knees." Bulma laughed. Trunks laughed with her but didn't understand the joke.
"Pwince..." Trunks said in between giggles.
"Now all we got to do is figure out how to cook by 6 tonight." Bulma moaned. She heard the water start up. Vegeta was not in any mood to be talked to. She'd have to just poison him and hope his strong saiyan stomach could cope. It wouldn't be on purpose she knew. She accepted the fact she couldn't cook, she was an heiress with chefs and her mother at her disposal to cook for her. It was not something she had ever felt the need to learn or any interest to.
She made a quick job of the diaper change and put Trunks back into his babywalker and began playing with him. Thankful of the distraction. They soon were laughing at the spinning game. Bulma invented and she tried not to think about the argument she was inevitably going to have in six hours time when the truth of her cooking would be revealed.
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In the shower Vegeta was deep in thought. Not about the incident with the poop. No, he wanted to forget that. He was more concerned with the idea of his tail. He was in doubts about whether it was a good thing or not. He knew the only time he was able to reach super saiyan he didn't have his tail. The same was to be said about Kakarrot and his brat. Even his son from an alternative time line didn't have a tail. They were all super saiyans. They were all tailless saiyans.
'The question is do I need to be tailless to reach the other levels?' Vegeta thought. 'Is it part of the ritual, to lose the tail to transcend to the Super Saiyan?' He had taken a lot of time trying to understand the levels discovered in the battle against Cell. There didn't seem to be a limit. It was all a matter of training and becoming stronger. There was nothing a true Saiyan couldn't do. He used to think the true power was held in the tail. But, every Saiyan without a tail had reached super saiyan. Vegeta inwardly winced at his trail of thought. The only way he would know was to let Bulma wish his tail back. If it blocked his power level building he could just cut it off himself and let her vanity be damned.
Not that he was going to let her know this. It would be a lot more fun if he tortured her some more. Perhaps the experience would make her learn to cook. Vegeta shook his head, letting the water spray against the glass. He hoped everyone's opinion on her cooking was wrong. She had always found an excuse for her mother to do it. Or worse she would put on another stupid barbecue. Or make sandwiches that were either too dry or too soggy.
Her barbecues were fine but Saiyans couldn't live on barbecues alone. No idiots like Kakaarrot could live on a constant barbecue. The prince of Saiyans deserved more. Vegeta poured a load of shower gel onto his sponge. He still stank of baby. He deeply wanted to wash away any smells that reminded him of the indignity.
He could hear his woman's laughter echo over the roar of the water. His frown got deeper as her laughter got more distant. There was no way he would let her succeed. The babywalker had been an accident, that he accepted. Now this disrespect of his personal space was not. She knew what the brat was doing.
It was all Bulma's fault, not his. He couldn't punish his brat for doing what came naturally. But, he could punish Bulma for letting that happen. It was her lack of training of his heir that had lead this to happen. She was going to pay eventually. Not in a pain and death way. No, he began planning a more devious and underhanded way of getting back at his mate. His pride would be restored and he could again hold his head up high.
He let the foam run down his strong muscles. He began to smirk at his plan. His smirk got wider and wider. He started chuckling evilly. The chuckle moved into a homicidal laugh.
"Vegeta?" Bulma called to him.
"WHAT?" he shouted.
Bulma's head appeared in the mist. "What's the joke?" Bulma asked.
"What joke?" Vegeta asked back. He tried his best innocent look. It wasn't very convincing.
Bulma frowned. "I will find out." She snarled her eyes narrowed. "I know maniacal laughing when I hear it!"
"I have no idea what you are talking about." Vegeta fawned. He tried a big eyed innocent look. It only made him look scary.
"You're butt's more innocent." Bulma said while looking at it.
"Bonehead." Vegeta grumbled. He turned away from her.
Bulma still stared at the wet and shiny body. He could hear her sigh and murmur to herself about the soap suds sliding down his muscles.
"Don't you have a meal to prepare." Vegeta said without turning round. Bulma turned sharply and left. Vegeta could just make out f-words and s-words and even a few c-words. His smirk returned. He did want his tail back but it would cost Bulma a lot. He had no idea about how much it would backfire on himself.

Author's Note: Okay, I was inspired by the Fusion saga when Vegeta and Goku were inside Buu and Vegeta didn't seem to like bodily functions. In fact I remember him being sick or almost sick at the thought of poop. So I wasn't being too too OOC. I was also inspired by my gay rat Doyle who had the same look when he was doing a big poo. Especially on my couch, where a quick grab and into his cage is needed. (He's too scared to move from the couch, it's cute.)
So Vegeta has an evil plan. Will there be more lemons? Will I find another excuse to get Vegeta naked? Will Vegeta find out about Bulma taking Trunks? Will Mrs. Briefs stop her flirting? Will Bulma learn to cook? You'll need to wait and see next chapter.
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