Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ.

Warning: I would call Vegeta a little OOC in this story (in my opinion), but it's meant more for humor than realism anyway. Also, I've underlined words that would probably be slightly stronger language than I'm willing to use in my stories. You can use your own imagination.

A/N: This story was dreamt up as my brother and I were baking cookies and many of the ideas came from him, so I have to give him a bit of credit. All of the actual writing and plot line are my own.

"Shut up, I'm Making Cookies"

"Bulma!"

Bulma cringed at the sound of her husband storming down the hall audibly unhappy about something. What could it possibly be now? She didn't want to deal with it. Their nine year old son, Trunks, had recently started public school and she was supposed to have 300 cookies baked for the school fair Friday night. Now it was Thursday morning and Bulma had been so busy all week she was just now getting to it.

"That darn gravity room is acting up again!" Vegeta's fists and teeth were clenched as he entered the kitchen.

Bulma sighed heavily. "Well there's nothing I can do about it…"

"Fix it!" Vegeta demanded.

"In case you're blind, Vegeta, I'm busy here!" Bulma was loosing patience.

"The faster you fix it, the faster you can get back to this!" Vegeta replied.

"Hey, what's all the commotion?" Goku yawned, stretching as he entered the room. He, Chichi and the boys were having their house fumigated and had stayed the night. Goku had suggested ki blasting the place, but for some reason, Chichi didn't like the idea.

"Vegeta, Trunks' fair is tomorrow night and I have 300 cookies to make before then! I'm not going to fix the stupid gravity room!"

Vegeta growled and clenched his fists tighter. "I can't waste my time lounging around while you make cookies!"

"Umm, cookies!" Goku was growing excited. "That sure sounds good."

"Shut up, Kakarot!" Vegeta was disgusted.

"I have a lot of work to do, so if you don't mind, get out," Bulma was annoyed.

"I am not going to wait around all day with no gravity room," Vegeta objected.

"Vegeta, if you want the gravity room fixed, then you'll have to bake the cookies! Is that what you want?"

Vegeta's eyes widened. "What?! Don't be absurd!"

"What's this about Vegeta baking cookies?" Chichi walked into the kitchen with a look of puzzlement.

Bulma sighed with irritation. "Vegeta wants his stupid gravity room fixed and I was just telling him I don't have time to waste on that. If he wants it fixed, then he'll have to bake the cooked."

"She can cook them. You can fix the gravity room," Vegeta was satisfied with his solution.

"Chichi was already going to help me bake, Vegeta. It takes two to make this many cookies."

"Just forget it."

"I am not leaving this spot until you fix the gravity room!" Vegeta's face turned red as he screamed like a child.

"Then stand there all day!" Bulma yelled back.

For a few moments there was silence and then Bulma began pulling out cookie ingredients and ignoring her statuesque husband standing in the middle of the room with a bright red face.

Chichi sat at the bar and began giggling. "Can you just imagine? Vegeta making cookies…" she giggled some more.

Bulma turned and smiled. "Yes, it's pretty absurd, isn't it?"

Vegeta's ear twitched and he glanced at the two women from the corner of his eyes.

"These Sayains have no domestic skills at all. The only thing they're any good at is fighting. Vegeta couldn't bake cookies if his life depended on it," Chichi laughed.

"Hey, I don't think that's fair," Goku interrupted. "We aren't that bad…"

"Oh no? When have you ever done anything around the house?" Chichi accused.

"Vegeta's never done anything but train in all the years he's been here. Fight, fight, fight. That's all he's capable of," Bulma agreed.

"Bite your tongue woman! We Sayains are a very sophisticated race…"

"Sophisticated?!" Bulma snorted. "Who's standing in here like a child refusing to move because he wants his silly gravity machine fixed?"

"Cooking is a woman's job," Vegeta crossed his arms.

"That's because you can't."

"That has nothing to do with it!" Vegeta argued.

"Oh yeah? I'll make a deal with you, Vegeta. If you and Goku can bake 300 cookies by tomorrow morning, I'll not only fix the gravity room for you, but I'll revamp it too and we'll make you all the meals you want for a month. How's that sound?" Bulma crossed her arms and stared at her husband smugly. There was no way he and Goku could accomplish it.

"Don't be silly, they couldn't do it if they had a week," Chichi smirked.

Vegeta scowled at her and turned his attention back to his wife. "Fine! Kakarot and I will bake the cookies, but you'd best be warned you're going to be eating your words before the day's up."

"We'll just see," Bulma shook her head slightly. "Come on Chichi, let's leave them at it. They'll need all the time they can get."

Goku stood, eyes wide. How did he get roped into this? "Vegeta…," he started after the women left, "I have no idea how to make cookies…"

"Shut up, Kakarot!"