Now completed and (hopefully good) revised.

Warnings: a OOC weepy Bulma (as one put it.. and gods, it's true!), and very annoying short chapters which aren't much longer than 400 words ... sorry, but it's what you get with your first fanfic.

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ and all characters. I will not repeat this every chap, because I thought this should be enough.

It was a hot day in June, when Bulma was lying on a towel in the garden. She was enjoying the beautiful day, because she didn't have to work at the lab. She loved it when everything was quiet and peaceful.

"WOMAN, WHERE'S MY DINER".

Bulma stood up and walked to the kitchen with anger on her face.

"FOR THE LAST TIME, I'M NOT YOUR SLAVE! She yelled at him.

"No, but since you invited me to live here, you're supposed to host me". Vegeta smirked as he said that.

"Get that smirk from your face, and from now on, you get your own food!"

On the same moment, Bulma's mother walked in looking where all that noise came from.

"What's going on? I heard some noise, so I went to see were that came from".

"This woman doesn't make my food when I need it. And if I don't eat, I'll die, and about tree years when the androids come, this planet would be vanished, because I can't defend this lousy planet".

Bulma grinned. "So, when you're dead, Goku can always save the planet when he's Super Saiyan".

Her mother came between the fight before Vegeta would attack Bulma. "Stop you two, there's no need to fight. Bulma, would you be so nice to prepare his diner. Don't forget, he's our guest".

Bulma looked angry, but went to the refrigerator to make some pancakes for Vegeta, and ms. Briefs left.

Vegeta smiled and said to himself; "See, even that women knows how to treat a royal prince, so she does have manners". Too bad Bulma heard this little comment, so the next moment Vegeta found himself in a not so wanted position.

"So you think I have just a little bit of manners. Well, at least I have more manners than you do, because I don't think only at myself, but also of others". Bulma yelled at Vegeta, who simply put his fingers in his ears to irritate Bulma even more.

"Shut your mouth, woman. I've already argued long enough with you, while I could be training again."

"I know that. But your pancakes can't be ready in 2 minutes. So don't be rude to me again, and I'll finish your stupid pancakes." Bulma didn't want to go on with this stupid fight either, so she quickly finished baking Vegeta's pancakes, put them on the table and wanted to go outside.

But before she was by the door, she heard Vegeta saying to himself; "Well, at least I'm not as rude as Yamcha".

Bulma stiffed. Water filled her eyes. She turned and ran to the door towards her bedroom. Vegeta turned aside and looked over her. He didn't know she heard it, and also that it hurt her stupid feeling so much. But it doesn't mean he wasn't going to be nice to Bulma.

-BEEP, BEEP-

Vegeta looked to his watch, it was 2 o'clock. He ate his pancakes and then he went to train again in his gravity-room.