Vegeta flipped through channels, hearing Bulma enter the house he figured it would be best to turn up the volume. Unfortunately the woman was louder than the TV, even at full volume. Piece of junk, he decided, he could design a better one. Cautiously he watched her inch forward out of the corner of his eye, when she was close enough she reached out and slapped the back of his head. He remained unaffected physically.
"Woman!" He glared, she moved in front of the TV, returning the glare.
"My name is Bulma; you'd think you'd know that by now!" Hands on the hips, he'd done something wrong alright. "Though you probably love training more than the mother of your own children…"
He smiled secretly to himself, training was great. He spent a great deal of time in the gravity room, sometimes he was even in there for days at a time. Could he help it that he needed to be stronger? What would happen if he stopped training? Surely if he stopped he'd become weak and unable to defend the weaker humans. Another smile to himself, him too weak? Yeah, right. Oh, he remembered, the gravity room…did he shut it off? Bulma noticing the question on his face answered for him.
"No, you didn't turn it off! But that is not why I hit you."
"Enlighten me then."
"I smacked you because," She moved closer, dropping into his lap, making sure he could only see her. "You have yet to kiss me!"
"That's it?" She rolled her eyes and pressed their lips together.
"Ew!" Bulla's voice came from the doorway, neither of her parents caring enough to glance in her direction.
"What?" Trunks inquired from the next room.
"They're kissing!"
"Ew!"
Vegeta and Bulma just smiled and kissed again hearing Bulla quickly retreat.