If I Could Change You - Written by PhantomScribe72

Chapter Four

Vegeta cursed when he first felt the approaching kis. He had locked himself in the gravity room, hoping to work out his frustrations on the poor unsuspecting battle bots. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he trained, he couldn’t keep his mind off of Bulma. He knew he’d made an ass out of himself with her earlier. “Good going, idiot,” he chastised himself, “now not only is she disappointed about the romance thing, but she’s going to be pissed as hell about the incident in the living room.”

He growled as he shut down the gravity machine. He walked over and opened the door just as Goku, Krillin, Gohan landed on the front lawn. “Hurry up and get your asses in here before the woman sees you.”

Vegeta stood back as the other men filed into the gravity room. Krillin looked around at the smashed bot all over the floor in disbelief. “Having a bad day, Vegeta?” he asked as he shook his head.

“I wouldn’t fuck with me today if I were you,” Vegeta said, giving him an evil glare. “I’ve turned down sex twice in the last twenty-four hours.”

“What’s wrong?” Gohan snorted. “Did the sex machine finally run out of gas?”

“At least I don’t have to rely on candy and flowers to please my woman.” Vegeta snarled back.

“Alright,” Goku said in a warning tone. “Everybody just calm down. Remember, we’re not mad at each other, we’re mad at our wives.”

“I’m not really mad,” Krillin said, “I’m just...well...embarrassed.”

“Well,” Gohan said, “I’m furious. I mean where does she get off? She’s not perfect you know.”

“Really,” Krillin asked mischievously. “Just what’s wrong with her?”

“She whines,” Gohan answered. “She was spoiled by her daddy her whole life and now she whines like a baby every time she doesn’t get her way... plus, she snores. Louder than anyone I’ve ever heard... even louder than you, Dad!”

Krillin couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well, at least she not... scary, like 18.”

“Please,” Goku said with a grin. “18’s not scary, she’s sweet.”

“Yeah,” Krillin mumbled. “You can think that because you don’t have to live with her. I’m telling you, I’ve seen her so mad... well, let’s just say I wouldn’t have been surprised if her head started spinning around and green slime started shooting out of her mouth! And it’s a constant thing. She gets mad if it rains. She gets mad if the sun shines. She gets mad about everything!”

“Just consider yourself lucky that you don’t have to live with Chi Chi,” Goku responded. “I swear, she is the bossiest human being I’ve ever met... and don’t forget, I’ve met Bulma.”

Vegeta rolled his eyes, but didn’t say anything.

“Chi Chi never, ever asks me what I think or what I want. She thinks everyone should just do as she says... and Dende help the poor unfortunate soul that disagrees with her!”

“I can’t tell you how sorry I feel for you,” Vegeta said sarcastically. “You three are such wimps. One week of living with my woman would send you all screaming into the woods.”

“Come on,” Goku sighed. “I’ve known Bulma for years. She’s not that bad!”

“Really?” Vegeta asked. “That woman has one hell of a temper...and a mean streak as wide as the sky. I have to keep my guard up all of time. I never know when she’s plotting some diabolical scheme designed to teach me a lesson for some imagined wrong I’ve done to her.”

“Oh, poor little princey... scared of his wife,” Gohan laughed.

“Listen you insolent asshole...”

“Stop it!” Goku interrupted Vegeta. “This isn’t getting us anywhere. We need to stop complaining about them and figure out what we’re going to do about our problems.”

“I don’t have a problem,” Vegeta insisted. “And if I did, I sure as hell wouldn’t be asking you losers for advice.”

“Whatever, Vegeta,” Goku sighed. “I was just thinking that maybe we should put our bruised egos aside and think about what they need from us. I mean, I know we’re all pretty pissed... and we have every right to be... but they’re our wives, and I for one want my wife to be happy.”

“Then go home and fuck her brains out. And Krillin you go home and tell your woman to go to hell. And you brat, you go home and.... well do whatever you need to do. I don’t care. I just want you all to get out of here so that I can finish my workout.”

“Aren’t you going to do something about Bulma?” Krillin asked curiously.

“Like what?” Vegeta snapped. “Hell will freeze over before I lower myself to romance her for sex... especially when I can get laid without it. She’s just going to have to learn to live with her disappointment.”

“Your call, Vegeta,” Goku said opening the door. “But I’m going to go home and set things right with Chi Chi.”

“Yeah, I’m with Goku,” Krillin said. He looked over at Gohan who was nodding his head in agreement.

“Fine,” Vegeta said, pushing them along, “don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

Once he had finally gotten rid of the intruders, he walked over to the control panel and started to cut the power back on. Just once, I’d like to be wined and dined instead of just sixty-nined. “Oh, for crying out loud!” he screamed and punched a hole in the wall. He knew there was only one way he was ever going to get that phrase out of his head.

He stomped out of the gravity room and almost ran straight into Trunks who was walking toward the house.

“Hey, Dad,” Trunks said. “Was that Gohan that I just saw leave? You know, Videl’s been looking for him all day.”

“He’s on his way home now,” Vegeta said quietly. “Boy, I need your help with something.”

“You want me to help you?” Trunks asked. “Is there money involved if I do?”

“No,” Vegeta snarled. “But there’s a serious ass whipping involved if you don’t.”

“Oh fine,” Trunks gave in. “What do you need?”

Trunks sat wide-eyed as his father explained what he needed. When he was finished, Trunks shook his head in shock. “Dad, are you feeling OK? I mean, do you need to see a doctor?”

“You’re the one that’s going to need a doctor,” Vegeta warned. “Now, I need you to get started right away. I want it to be ready for tonight.... and I swear, if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I beat you to a bloody pulp.”

“Don’t worry, Dad,” Trunks whispered. “I won’t tell a soul. It’s not like anyone would believe it anyway.”

Vegeta nodded his head curtly and walked back to the gravity room. At least he knew he could count on an interesting evening.

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