Bulma could never really know when she could say something safely. One day, Vegeta would walk in the door and look upset, but be completely fine; but the next he'd walk in looking upset and at the slightest breath you took he had you pinned by your throat against a wall.
Today, Bulma figured she'd try her luck. As Vegeta walked in the door, frown resting on his face like a permanent scar. "Hey monkey boy?"
"Don't call me that!" He screamed, fist balling up toward his face.
"Aw… is the Prince having a bad day?" Bulma said, putting on a fake pout. He growled at her and she giggled. "Vegeta, could you get me a soda?"
"No! I will not be so violated as to be converted into your slave, woman!"
"All I was asking for was a soda, Vegeta…"
"And I'm saying no! I refuse to abide by your orders."
Bulma smiled. "Then get out."
"What?!"
"You heard me. Find someone else who will let you stay with them." She looked up at him and flashed him a very satisfied smirk, almost identical to his when he got cocky.
He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. "You damn woman…" He mumbled while walking toward the fridge. "Here's your damn soda." He said, getting ready to throw it at her.
"Na-ah-ah!" She said loudly. "Bring it over here." His eyes narrowed and he stomped over to her. Here it is, here's my chance. Be brave, Bulma, be brave! She thought to herself. When he arrived over to her and put her soda on the table she grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him into her. She forced her lips to his and was amused when he stiffened, obviously taken aback. But was broken when he pulled away from her and looked disgustingly at her.
"What are you thinking, woman! Who do you think you are?!