Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vegeta and the Great Pet Adventure ❯ Chapter 2

Disclaimer: If I owned Vegeta or Trunks …well … let's just say I wouldn't be typing right now. * wiggles eyebrows suggestively *

AN: Thanks for the reviews. Now, chapter 2 brings our old friend Vegeta to the pet store. Let's see what wonderful adventures await him.

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Entering the pet store, Trunks and Bra sighed in relief. Their father had to be the absolute worse driver in the entire galaxy. Not only was he a bad driver, he also happened to be the poster child for road rage. Once the realization that they had survived the car trip set in, they looked around themselves in awe. The pet shop was alive with activity. They looked at each other, their eyes wide with excitement and ventured into the store.

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Vegeta entered the store just in time to see his two brats disappear into the crowd. `Just great. Now I'll never find them,' he thought. The smells and sounds of the store assaulted his senses. It was at that moment that he knew before the day was out he would either kill or break something or someone.

“Hey vegetablehead, out of the way!”

Vegeta turned around to crush the idiot that would dare speak to him in such a manner and found no one there. It was when he felt a little kick in his shin that he looked down. There stood a mangy looking little girl. She had a doll clasped in her arms. Her hair was in two messy ponytails and her dress was stained and hanging from her small form. `What a filthy little rodent,' Vegeta thought in disgust.

“Hey buddy I'm talking to you!” The little monster gave Vegeta another swift kick in the shin.

Angry, Vegeta squatted so that he was eye level with the child. He never took his eyes off hers as he stripped her of her doll. The girl's eyes widened in horror as Vegeta ripped the head off the doll and tossed it into a nearby aquarium. Vegeta then placed the body back in the little demon's arms. Her bottom lip began to quiver as she looked at the body of her doll. Tears rolled down her cheek and her voice caught as she cried, “You just wait 'til I tell my daddy!”

Vegeta stood up with that infamous smirk on his face. Having broken the Bad Seed's spirit, his need to destroy had ebbed slightly. The day was starting to look better.

“Vegetablehead!”

Vegeta turned at the sound of the singsong voice but the only thing behind him was a colorful looking bird. He shook his head. Had all the years with the Woman and the brats finally caused him to crack? He decided not to ponder the possibilities and forced his way into the crowd in search of his children.

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Bra and Trunks wondered through the aisles. They were near the hamsters when Trunks stopped his sister.

“Okay Bra, the first thing we need to do is decided if we want a puppy or a dog.”

Bra thought about this and stated happily, “I want a kitty.”

Trunks shook his head. “No Bra. We already talked about this. Cats are stupid. Now, the best thing for you to do is tell me what kind of dog you like and hope that I pick it.”

Bra's face turned red with anger and she began stomping her little feet. “I want a kitty! I want a Kitty! I want A KITTY!”

“All right! All right! Calm down!” Trunks said trying to calm his sister. He knew that once she started one of her tantrums that she could only be appeased by given her whatever she wanted. “Look, I'll tell you what. We'll get both.”

Bra, now calm, said, “But in the car Daddy said we could only have one.”

“So, we'll just tell him Mom said we could have both.”

Bra's eyes widened. “But what if he finds out she didn't.”

Trunks sighed at his sister's stupidity. “Did you see how mad he was in the car? He probably won't even talk to Mom for days after this. By time he does, he'll already have forgotten all about our pet. He'll never know we were only supposed to have one.”

Bra frowned. “But won't Mommy ask him why he let us have two?”

“Not if we tell her he let us have whatever we wanted just to get us out of his hair. She'll definitely believe that because he's done it before.”

Bra smiled. “You're so smart, Trunks. You must be like a…bazillion times genius!”

“I know,” Trunks said nonchalantly as he started to walk again, his sister tailing behind him.

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Vegeta walked through the store, becoming more frustrated by the minute. `Where are those two?' he fumed inwardly. He grinned when an idea came to him. `I could just leave them and then when the Woman starts to get on my case I could honestly say that I looked for them before I left.' His grin had turned into a smile when a shrill sound broke through the air.

“Vegetablehead!”

He looked around for the owner of the voice but found only animals. There were snakes, lizards, a bird, spiders, … wait a minute. A bird? Vegeta noticed that it was the same bird from earlier. `What's it doing in this part of the store?' Deciding that he really didn't care, he continued on to the cat and dog department.

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He had searched the whole damn area and couldn't find them anywhere. He was really starting to get pissed now.

`I swear when I get my hands on them I'll-”

“Hey Shorty!”

It took everything in him not to turn around blasting. The day had started out bad and was quickly heading towards worse. With his fists clenched tightly at his sides he looked at the man behind him.

He was disgusting. He was bald and dirty looking. He had on a dirty white T- shirt that barely covered his enormous beer-belly. His jeans had some kind of food stain on the lap. Next to him stood the little cretin from earlier.

“That's the bad man that broke my dolly Daddy,” she accused.

“So you like to pick on little girls, huh? Well it looks like you owe us the money for a new doll. Hand it over,” the man stated, walking towards Vegeta.

Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest. “I not giving you shit,” he said plainly.

“Well then I guess I'll just have to take it from you then, won't I?” the man said advancing on the prince.

Vegeta pinched the bridge of his nose. He really wasn't in the mood for this. All he wanted to do was find his two little monsters and take them home so he could find new ways to torture them for what they had done to him today.

The man swung a fat, meaty fist at Vegeta's jaw. Vegeta caught it easily and began to squeeze, bringing the smelly man to his knees.

It was at this moment that Trunks and Bra rounded the corner. They were shocked at the scene before them. Once the shock wore off, Bra knitted her eyebrows together in confusion and Trunks shook his head. He didn't know what the man on the ground had done but he did know that if he didn't stop this, his dad would be in big trouble.

Trunks stepped closer to the scene and yelled, “Dad, you have to let him go! Remember what mom said?”

Vegeta looked at his son at first in confusion and then he remember, `If there is one more lawsuit brought against this family or Capsule Corp. because of you, I promise you will regret it.'

She hadn't said how she would make him regret it but her tone alone had made him cautious. Even though he wasn't afraid of the Woman (he really wasn't!) this was an issue he wasn't going to test her on. Yet.

With one more squeeze, he tossed the man aside then he turned to his charges.

“Trunks, Bra, go to the car. Now.”

“But Dad we didn't get the dog yet,” Trunks protested.

“I don't care about the damn dog. Just go to the car,” Vegeta growled

“Ah, man,” Trunks mumbled.

“But Daddy, what about the kitty?” Bra wailed.

“Bra, I don't want to hear it. Just go to the car,” he said warningly. He turned and head towards the door with Trunks dragging behind him.

Bra stood with her legs apart and her arms crossed.

“No.”

Vegeta's back went ramrod straight and Trunks closed his eyes. Not even he had ever been bold enough to tell his father no. He felt really sorry for his sister. He would miss her.

Vegeta slowly turned around. “What. Did. You. Say?” he asked emphasizing each word.

Bra uncrossed her arms and slowly began advancing on her father. “You said you'd get me a pet. You promised me a pet. Now. I. WANT. MY. PETTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The scream she let loose cause everyone in the store to cover their ears. She then threw herself on the ground and preceded to kick, scream and yell bloody murder.

Vegeta was dumbstruck. He had never personally witnessed one of Bra's temper tantrums. Oh, he had heard about them from Bulma, but it was just one of those things you had to see to believe. He did the only thing he knew to do. He panicked. He looked around for anything to give his screaming child and the first thing he saw was the bird. It was perched on one of the dog cages. He grabbed it and shoved it in his daughter's face.

She stopped screaming long enough to look it over. It wasn't a kitty but it was better than nothing she figured. She got up off the ground and dusted off her dress. All was quiet as everyone watched her to see what she would do next. After she had fixed her hair, she took the bird out of her father's hand and politely said, “thank you, Daddy,” then exited the store. Vegeta paid for the pet then followed his daughter out.

Trunks shook his head in wonder. He had been sure Bra was about to die. But, she had not only survived the confrontation, she had won! He was impressed. Thoroughly impressed.

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On the ride home Trunks and Bra sat in the back trying to make the bird talk. Vegeta could have told them that birds couldn't talk, but at that moment he didn't even want to look at them let alone talk to them.

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“A parrot?” Bulma asked, looking from her children to her husband.

“Yeah, he's really cool!” Bra said with much excitement.

“But, we can't get him to talk Mom,” Trunks said.

“Of course not! Birds can't talk, boy,” Vegeta said.

“Uh, Vegeta, actually some birds can-” Bulma started.

“Vegetablehead!”

Everyone looked at the parrot, too shocked to speak. Then Trunks and Bra began to snicker and Bulma laughed out loud.

“You! It was you all along!” Vegeta exclaimed.

“Kids, I think you should take your pet upstairs and name it,” Bulma said between her laughter.

After they left, Bulma walked over to her frowning husband and pinched his cheek, “Oh, lighten up. You know it was funny,” she turned to leave and threw over her shoulder, “… Vegetablehead.”

“It's not funny, Woman,” Vegeta yelled at her receding laughter.

He dropped on the sofa and put his head in his hands. Life couldn't get any worse.

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