Hi everyone! I'm back and here's fic! I know some of this is not Vegeta's usual attitude, but who cares? R&R!

*-Michi-*

Disclaimer- Hi, I'm the owner of DBZ, and guess what? NOT!! I do own this story, though. ^.^

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Bulma was working in her lab as usual when she heard a loud explosion. 'He must have blown up the gravity machine again,' she thought. Walking outside, she noticed it was worse than before. It was totally demolished and Vegeta was nowhere to be seen.

"Vegeta!" Bulma screamed, running to the piles of debris. "Vegeta, where the heck are you?"

"Right here, woman," Vegeta growled from a pile. He sent an energy blast into the air and the rubble flew off him. "Now, I suggest you get my dinner and fix this machine!"

"Only if you ask nicely!" Bulma answered. She had had a long day and was very tired. She was also sick of Vegeta telling her what to do.

"No. You will do as I say, and do it NOW!"

"Fine..." Bulma said. She wasn't in the mood for argument. Followed by Vegeta, she walked into the house. "What would you like for dinner Your Royal Highness?" She had said the last part mockingly.

"I don't care!" Vegeta answered, glaring at her for making fun of him. "Try to make something that actually tastes good for once, though!"

"Well, if MY cooking isn't good, then why don't you make your OWN food?!" Bulma yelled.

"Because you know very well I can't cook!" Vegeta yelled back. Bulma had pulled something out of the refrigerator and put it into the microwave. "Not that wretched meatloaf again!"

"Yes, and since you can't cook, you will eat what I put on the table!" Vegeta only glared at her as she put his food in front of him.

After about 5 minutes, he was finished. "Now, go fix the gravity machine!"

"No, Vegeta, I'll fix it in the morning. It's late and you need to rest. If you don't rest, you might not have the energy to become a Super Saiyan." She had him there.

"Well then, first thing in the morning!" Bulma nodded.

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Next morning...

"WOMAN!!" Vegeta yelled, waking Bulma up. "Come fix that machine!"

"Coming!" Bulma yelled back and got out of bed. "I wish he wasn't so bent on training 24-7." About 30 minutes later, she was building another gravity machine.

She had skipped her own breakfast after making Vegeta's because he was about to punch a wall out of he didn't get his gravity machine back.

It didn't take long to build another machine because Vegeta was always destroying them.

'Grr...' Vegeta thought as he walked outside. 'Why does it have to be so hot?!' It was very warm. It would even be warmer than usual if it were mid afternoon. "Are you done yet?" Vegeta demanded, walking up to where Bulma was working.

"Yes," she answered quietly. She wasn't feeling very good and the heat wasn't helping. She stood up and as soon as she did so, she felt like she was going to faint. As she walked, she swayed from side to side a little. Vegeta noticed and put his hand on her shoulder to steady her.

"You okay?" he growled. Right after he did so, she passed out. He caught her and carried her into the house. As he laid her on her bed, she came to.

"Why did you do that?" she asked.

"I have no idea." he answered and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"That was weird," Bulma thought. "It almost seemed like he cared..." She pushed the thought out of her mind and decided to get some rest.

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Later that night...

Bulma woke up to someone shaking her. Opening her eyes, she saw Vegeta.

"Dinner." Was all he said and lifted her out of bed, knowing she might still be sick. When they got downstairs, he put her in a chair in the kitchen and said, "I want you to teach me how to cook."

"Um...okay..." she answered and told him to get out what he wanted to eat. He got out spaghetti. "Okay, now fill a pan with hot water and put it on the stove." he did as he was told but forgot to turn on the stove.

"What's that supposed to do?" He asked.

"Turn it on." Bulma answered and he did so.

She was still tired and laid her head on her arms, which were on the table. Yawning, she said, "Now get a can of spaghetti sauce. Pour in into a dish (they're in the cupboard above the stove) and put it in the microwave."

"Now what?" he asked after doing what she said.

"The water's boiling, put the noodles in. wait about 7-10 minutes and they should be done."

After about 10 minutes, Vegeta took and drained the noodles and poured the sauce on them. He also put some on a small plate for Bulma because he knew she hadn't had anything to eat that day.

He handed her a fork and set the plate down in front of her. She ate about half of her food and felt too sick to eat anymore. Vegeta had also finished and Bulma got up to wash the dishes.

She picked up his plate and hers and started walking to the sink when...

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Yes, I know I'm evil, but I wanted to get this out. this was originally going to be a songfic, but I couldn't get the song to fit. oh well. Review!!