Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. It would have been way stranger if I did.
"WOMAN!!! FIX THE GR, NOW!" Bulma was furious. Vegeta always called her woman, which pissed Bulma off, but not as much as when he demanded her to fix his precious Graviy Room.
"I don't think so, Vegeta!" Bulma called, opening her notebook filled with ideas on how to punish her rowdy saiyan husband. She was running out of ideas on how to punish him. She couldn't just let him get away with it, again. That was the fourth time in six days that he did that!
"And why not?!" Vegeta demanded. "I, the prince of all S-"
"Oh shut up! Stop your bellyaching! I've got better things to do than fixing your gravity room continuiously!" Bulma retorted. "Besides, you're the prince of orange hippos, for all I care!"
For the second time that day, another explosion rocked the dome-shaped house.
"VEGETA! WHAT. THE. HELL?!" Bulma stared out the window, only to find Vegeta staring up at her, a 'what did I do?' look on his face, his arms crossed. Obviously, he didn't do it.
"I didn't do anything! Ask brat one and brat two!" Vegeta called back, storming into the house and entering the bathroom. He decided to take a long, steaming hot shower.
Bulma was equally pissed. She had a hard enough time without Goten and Trunks always getting into trouble.
"Goten, Trunks! Come here!" Shyly, a small boy with lavender hair opened his bedroom door, while a small, spiky-haired boy stepped out, a nervous whine escaped his pouting lips. He knew he was in trouble.
"Goten, I'm calling you mother. Trunks, you get half the food you eat as usual, and NO SUGAR FOR A WEEK!" Trunks cried, the eight-year old boy hated being punished.
Bulma walked over to the phone, dialing the Son number. A sing-song voice answered. "Moshi moshi, Chi-Chi Son here! How can I help you?" She seemed really happy for some reason.
"Um, Chi-Chi? Hi. Goten's acted up, again. These explosions are driving me crazy!" Bulma sighed. She felt bad for the poor kid, he had a 99.999999 percent chance of getting the frying pan of doom. (Dun dunnnnn)
"Gee, thanks for brightening my day. Um, Bulma? I hate to disappoint you, but Goku and I are kinda…. taking a break. Gohan's staying at home, but… I don't think it's healthy for Goten to stay there." Chi-Chi's voice was dull now, sad even.
"Ooohhh… I know! I'm going to go to the spa, I think..." Bulma laughed, and evil smile spread accross her face. The boys were absolutely terrified. Chi-Chi giggled.
"Let me guess. Vegeta got on your nerves, you need to get rid of your old lady wrinkles, and you've decided Vegeta will watch the boys as punishment for wrecking that stupid gravity room of his." Chi-Chi asked, a hint of excitement in her voice.
Bulma just smirked.
"You bet."