Chapter 11

"I'll see you two later", King Vegeta said to Vegeta and Tarble.

"Where you going, Dad?" Vegeta asked.

"Me and Bardock are going hunting", King Vegeta answered. "It's been a while since we did that".

"So, you're leaving us here?" Tarble asked. "Alone?"

"I think you're old enough to stay by yourselves, at least overnight", their father said.

"Overnight? I have to stay...with him? Overnight? No!" Tarble wailed as he dove to the floor and grabbed his father's leg.

"Tarble, are you ever going to grow up?" King Vegeta groaned, dragging Tarble across the floor in an attempt to get the fifteen-year-old Saiyan prince off of him.

"Eventually, but not today", Tarble answered, tightening his grip.

"Dad, we're talking about Tarble here", Vegeta said. "He is never going to grow up".

"That's a good point", King Vegeta agreed.

"Dad!" Tarble yelled.

"Well, we'd better get going", Bardock said, walking out the door.

"NO! PLEASE, DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE WITH HIM! HE'S EVIL!" Tarble screamed.

"Tarble, you're fifteen years old, stop acting like such a child!" King Vegeta snapped.

When King Vegeta walked to the door, Tarble was still clinging. With a sigh of frustration, the Saiyan king resorted to pulling his leg through the door as he walked out, forcing his son to slide off as he pulled the door shut.

"Wait!" Tarble screeched, banging his fists on the door. "Don't leave! TAKE ME WITH YOU!"

The fifteen-year-old Saiyan prince turned to see his older brother grinning evily.

"Please, don't hurt me", he whimpered.

Vegeta's evil smirk grew broader.

"We'll see", he said. "Maybe I will...Maybe I won't..."

Tarble whimpered again.

"Let me check my list of things to do to you when Dad's not around", Vegeta said. "Let's see, we could play checkers, we could watch your stupid cartoons-",

"Yay!" Tarble cheered in spite of himself.

"You didn't let me finish", Vegeta said. "I could toss you down the stairs, I could tie you to a tree outside and leave you out there until Dad and Bardock get back, or I could tie your tail into knots".

At this, Tarble grabbed his tail and looked worried.

Vegeta sighed in frustration. "Or we could go fishing", he said.

"Let's go fishing", Tarble said. "That sounds safe".

"Okay, we'll go fishing", Vegeta said. Then he added with an evil grin, "And I can use you as bait".

"What?" Tarble squeaked.

"Do you remember the last time Dad left us alone?" Vegeta asked.

"How could I forget?" Tarble groaned.

(Flashback)

"Dad left", six-year-old Vegeta said to five-year-old Tarble.

"I know Daddy left", Tarble replied.

"Yeah, but he's not coming back", Vegeta said.

"He is too!" Tarble yelled.

"We'll see", Vegeta said.

Two hours passed, and King Vegeta hadn't returned.

"Where's Daddy? He should've been back by now", Tarble said, looking scared.

"For all we know, the humans may have found out about us being Saiyans and they took Dad to a secret government testing lab and are experimenting on him as we speak!" Vegeta answered.

Tarble whimpered in fear.

"And once they've tortured him enough, Dad'll reveal our location", Vegeta continued. "Then, we're next".

As his older brother said this, an image of himself lying on a dissection table flashed through Tarble's mind.

"AH!" the five-year-old Saiyan screamed and started to cry.

We're gonna die! We're gonna die! They're gonna cut us up, and then we're gonna die!", Tarble wailed, rolling around on the floor.

"Yeah, that's about right", Vegeta said.

"Why are you so calm about it?" Tarble demanded.

"Because, unlike you, I'm not a big, fat crybaby", Vegeta replied.

"I'm not a crybaby!" Tarble sobbed.

"Point proven", Vegeta , the door opened and in walked King Vegeta.

"You're back!" Tarble cheered. But then, his smile twisted into a look of horror.

"What if you were followed? You'd lead them right back here!" the five-year-old Saiyan screamed.

"Lead who back here?" King Vegeta asked, looking confused.

"THE GOVERNMENT AGENTS!" Tarble yelped.

"What government agents?" King Vegeta asked, still looking confused.

"THE ONES THAT ARE GONNA TAKE US TO A SECRET LAB AND DO HORRIBLE EXPERIMENTS ON US! WE'RE DOOMED!" Tarble screamed as he ran down the hall and up the stairs.

King Vegeta turned to his oldest son.

"Hi, Dad", Vegeta said, waving and trying to look innocent.

"Don't try to look innocent", his father said. "That look doesn't fit your face and it's just disturbing to see the attempt.

"I know", Vegeta said.

"What did you do to your brother?" King Vegeta asked.

"Why do you always assume I did something to him?" Vegeta asked.

"Because, you usually do", King Vegeta answered.

"Oh sure, you do one thing and you're labeled for life!" Vegeta pouted.

"One?" his father asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Okay, a couple", Vegeta said.

The Saiyan king cleared his throat.

"Okay, quite a few, but that's as far as I'm going", Vegeta replied.

"Just tell me, what did you do this time?" King Vegeta asked.

"I may have hinted that you left and you might not come back", Vegeta answered, once again trying to look innocent, but failing miserably.

"Why would I not come back?" King Vegeta asked.

"Why would anyone willingly come back to that whiny little baby?" Vegeta asked, pointing down the hall.

"First of all, he's my son", King Vegeta answered.

"Well, I'm your son too, but that didn't stop you from leaving me all alone with that big baby, thank you for ruining my life, Dad!" Vegeta yelled, turning and running down the hall, sounding like he was crying.

Before his father could do or say anything, the six-year-old Saiyan prince came back out, laughing.

"I couldn't resist doing that", he said.

"This isn't funny, Vegeta", King Vegeta said sternly.

"Who said I was trying to funny?" Vegeta asked, smirking.

"You have five seconds to get up those stairs and in bed before I make you go there", King Vegeta said.

"Good night", Vegeta said quickly, before running up the stairs.

(Flashback ends)

"I was traumatized for a week after that!" Tarble said.

"Best week of my life", Vegeta snickered.

"You jerk!" Tarble snapped.

"Tarble, you better shut up or you're gonna need facial re-construction", Vegeta warned.

"Dad would never let you do that to me", Tarble smirked.

"It'd be too late, by the time he finds out, the deed'll have been done, so I suggest you shut up", Vegeta smirked.

"Shutting up", Tarble whimpered. "But, you're still a real pain in the tail".

"You want some pain in your tail? Why didn't you just say so?" Vegeta grinned, yanking Tarble's tail.

Tarble let out a yelp.

...Two hours later...

King Vegeta and Bardock came through the door to find Vegeta rolling around on the floor, laughing while Tarble was laying on the floor, his hands tied behind him with his bubblegum-covered tail, a binky stuffed in his mouth, and a white tablecloth tied around him to look as though he were wearing a diaper.

"Vegeta, why is your brother wearing the tablecloth?" King Vegeta asked.

"He was being a big crybaby, so I figured he may as well be dressed like one", Vegeta answered between fits of laughter.

King Vegeta walked over, yanked the binky out of Tarble's mouth, and untied the fifteen-year-old Saiyan prince's tail.

"Ah! Don't touch my tail!" the young Saiyan yelped.

...Two more hours later...

Raditz walked into the living room to see his father, King Vegeta, and Vegeta pulling bubblegum from Tarble's tail.

"How long have you been doing that?" the long-haired Saiyan asked.

"Two hours", Bardock answered.

"You know, you could've just used some peanut butter, then the gum would just slide right out of your hair", Raditz said.

"How would you know that?" Vegeta asked.

Raditz held up a handful of his hair. "I would have to know that", he said.

"Of course", Vegeta said, rolling his eyes.

"NOW, YOU SAY SOMETHING!" Tarble yelled.

"Like you bothered to ask?" Raditz retorted.

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I'm sorry this was a short chapter! I'm trying my best to update!!