"Hellooo! Servant woman bring me a drying cloth at once! . . . . WOMAN CAN YOU HEAR ME!"
Bulma turned to the steam billowing from the bathroom and replied. 'I hear you, but my name is Bulma, and I am not your servant so say 'Please'"
Vegeta rolled his eyes and thought to himself, if shes not a servant than why is she serving me, haughty ass servant. I'll be sure to let whoever is master around here know about this. "forget about the stupid drying cloth then" this cloth on the floor will get the job done anyway, I'll be dammed if I'm going to beg from a servant.
"serve yourself then, drip dry!" Bulma yelled from the hall. who the hell does this dick think he is 'servant woman'
Vegeta held up the shirt she had laid on the chair for him and shouted "IS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE!'' I expected earthling clothes to look ridiculous judging by these fools, but pink, realy?
"is what a joke?" Bulma asked confused.
"these garments that you left, hmp, are they for a man or a woman? They're pink!" Vegeta shouted astonished as he then inspected the strange yellow pants.
Bulma replyed "come on, it's the style here" plus it's the only think I found lying around that might fit.
"men in pink, how bizarre" - Bullshit, I've seen how ridiculous they dress, but pink, that's not the style anywhere. This servant has the most ridiculous sense of humor, how dare she make me the butt of her jokes. I can hear their laughter, fine I'll wear it, just long enough to watch those worthless fools suffer. . . id rather be nude ugh that's it! "this is ridiculous, I'm a warrior, not a-a variety of flower!" where the hell is my armor Vegeta thought as he stormed from the misty room.
"Well. . you smell good" and he can even pull it off, I knew pink would look good with his skin tone.
The trio on the deck laughed at the image of Vegeta as a pretty smelling flower.
"Stop that! Stop it or I'll blast YOU ALL!" Vegeta shouted, hmph that shut them up, nice to know they still fear me even if I do look like an idiot.
"loosen up, god your no fun, just relax. If you want to find Goku, just stay here, he'll come. I've known Goku sense he was 5 yrs old, trust me he'll be back" Bulma calmly replied.
The woman's been living with Kakarott for so long, maybe he's her master then.
"fine, I require food now then." Vegeta asked with full noble composure, If she is his servant he certainly hasn't trained her well, she should have had it prepared by now.
"oh. . . yha I guess you would be hungry duh. I'll see what we have, were defiantly going to have to do some grocery shopping sense you're here." Bulma muttered to herself as she headed to the kitchen ill just throw together a bit of everything, if he's anything like Goku and Gohan hell have the fridge empty by the end of the night anyway.
Vegeta watched her as she fixed together the meal, placing first cereal and milk in front of him stating it'll hold him over till she's cooked up the rest. She must be kakkarots servant if she is aware of how much a sayan eats. She began bustling in the cabinets while he devoured the cereal, and turned to a bowl of what appeared to be fruit.
"YUCK OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" Bulma shouted as she turned to her guest only to see him biting into the waxed pear from the decorative fruit bowl.
"eating this god awful fruit, obviously" Vegeta replyed
"um that's not really fruit. . it's fake.. plastic actually, it's just decorative" she stated shyly
"hump plastic is disgusting but food is food" Vegeta shrugged while he bit into the second piece from the bowl.
"it's not food!" Bulma gasped around her laughter unable to see from the tears forming in her eyes, nearly calapsing to the floor she gasped out "STOP EATING IT, ITS NOT FOOD!"
Yamcha sent Krillin a confused look as they lept up to see what the Sayan could possibly be eating, running into the room to see Vegeta giving the half eaten plastic orange a look of confusion. They soon joined Bulma on the floor gasping through their laughter.
"well that's just ridiculous why make something that looks like food but isn't. . . . your planet is so strange" Vegeta rolled his eyes as he watched the three flop around on the floor in laughter, If anything the foolishness is placed on the stupid servant woman who found fake food, no doubt it was meant to be a joke played on Kakkarot. That fool would have eaten the whole bowl before he even noticed.
After regaining her composure Bulma continued cooking while Yamcha and Krillin retreated to the gym to train. Vegeta watched her in silence enjoying the sight of her graceful movements, and her rounded bottom as she bent to place things in the oven. I can see now why Kakkarot keeps her around, entertaining, a good cook, and fair looking, for an earthling. I wonder if he'd mind loaning her to me for a few nights. Course with me shed have to learn that servants are meant to serve this uppity attitude may be entertaining, but it will have to stop. Vegeta was torn from his thoughts by the new dishes being placed on the table in front of him. Without hesitation he began eating. Bulma loaded the dishwasher and set it to run, placing the rest of the dishes in the sink she then turned to the feasting Sayan.
"all set then, ill cya when you're done" Bulma said wiping down the counters not covered by the remaining dishes.
"are you not eating then" Vegeta said between bites
"no Im not very hungry" at least he has better table manners than Goku, but damb I can't even see the chopsticks.
"hpmh, your dismissed then" Vegeta stated grudgingly, he was hoping to talk to the girl and gather some information on his rival, surely the servant would know some useful details.
"how gracious of you" Bulma said as she rolled her eyes and flipped him the bird, headed for the door.
"servant woman, wait. What was that hand gesture you just made?" Vegeta asked.
"first off its Bulma not servant woman. And it's a . . . type of salute here on earth" not a complete lye. Bulma said trying desperately to keep a straight face.
"of course, Its about time you show me some respect" Vegeta stated, Bulma fled the room before laughter could overtake her once again.