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It was Monday, and Bulma and Vegeta were keeping close. It was odd since what happened after their date.
Flashback
"DAD?" Vegeta yelled.
The man looked like an older version of Vegeta, except has a goatee. His hair wasn't as spiked up as Vegeta's and it was more of a reddish brown. He stood up in a whooping 6' 4". Pretty tall compared to Vegeta.
"Surprised to see me my boy?" the older version of Vegeta smirked. (A/N I'll just call him Mr. Ouji)
Vegeta sneered at him. "What the hell do you want old man?"
Mr. Ouji smirked. "For you to come back and take over my position."
Vegeta groaned. "I don't anything to do with you, or your sick sadistic life!"
Mr. Ouji glared at him. "I watch what you say boy, your mother is going to be pretty upset to learn that you've become a foul mouth brat."
Vegeta's eyes lit up in curiosity. "You lie. You KILLED my mother."
Mr. Ouji chuckled; it soon turned into a sadistic laughter. "And what type of husband would I be if I did that? No, she's very much alive."
Bulma was watching on the sidelines. I thought he said his mother was dead? she thought. She lifted her head from Vegeta's shoulder and looked him over. He was stiff. His eyes were wide with doubt. She felt him relax as he stood up straighter. Turns out his was actually slouching the whole time he was with her. That included during the week. He stood only three inches below his father. Damn! Turns out he isn't a midget. Bulma thought.
"I don't believe you old man. She died. I saw with my own eyes." Vegeta hissed.
"Did you keep running like she said? Cause if you did, you couldn't have seen her got up."
"Yeah I did what she said. But I know for a fact that she's dead."
"So you think I would actually KILL my own wife!" Mr. Ouji shouted in outrage.
"You beat her to a bloody pulp! I don't see why you won't!" Vegeta countered.
Mr. Ouji was left speechless. He couldn't say anything that would back him up.
"That's not the point." Mr. Ouji said. "The point is, what this has to do with that blue haired minx you have hidden behind you." he said, pointing to Bulma.
Vegeta growled and held her closer. "Leave her the Hell alone."
Mr. Ouji smirked. "Oh but I can't. You see, she plays a VERY important role in your life. Even if she doesn't know it herself."
Vegeta took a side glance to Bulma to see her pale. How would she be a vital role in his life? He turned hack to his father. "How so?"
"She's your-"
"I'm not! I wasn't informed of such thing!" Bulma interrupted.
All eyes turned to her.
"That's because your father wanted nothing to do with my family." Mr. Ouji said harshly to her.
"I see why." she spat at him.
"What the hell are you two talking about!" Vegeta yelled at them.
Bulma looked at him with sorrowful eyes. She didn't want to hurt him. His and her fathers made an agreement to permanently bond the two children.
