Queen Luana: Here goes: WHITE NOISE! Yes! Okay, so animeguys4me requested this like a century ago but hey! Better late than never right? Uh… Right? Hey, you know what? I might just write a Saw fic as well. But only after I've finished this one and House of Wax. And if I've got enough inspiration, which you really need when you want to write a Saw story. So, by the end of this fic I'll be asking you who you'd like to be in it, okay? In the meantime, enjoy White Noise.

One Happy Family

Bulma Briefs adjusted her shades while she took another sip from her lemonade. This day was just like a summer day should be: hot and turning people sweaty and lazy. Since Bulma refused to work in such tremendous heat, she had been lying in the garden for moste of the day, suncream and lemonade jar at hand.

Trunks on the other hand was inside, tinkering with all his gears trying to develop his knowledge on technology. Bulma assumed this was just a fase he was going through, although she kinda hoped he'd become a famous scientist just like herself, instead of a lazy ass who did nothing but train, eat and sleep like his father.

So yes, as you'd probably figure, even on the hottest of days Vegeta was training. Once in a while he came out to fetch something to drink but even on those rare moments he hardly spoke to his family. Excluding all the nagging.

"Woman! We're out of beer!" he yelled and slammed the fridge shut, nearly breaking it. He searched her throughout the house and finally found her in the backyard. "Didn't you hear me?"

"I heard you perfectly, Vegeta," Bulma spoke without moving an inch. "But if you think I'll get out of this chair just to go get you some beer because you're too lazy, you're horribly mistaking." Vegeta stepped in front of her and blocked her sun. With a frustrated groan she sat up straight and took her shades off. "Will you please move?" It sounded more like an order than a request.

"I'm thirsty," Vegeta nagged like a little baby.

"Then drink some water," she snapped back at him. Vegeta growled shortly then headed back inside.

"Stupid woman," he still muttered while he checked all the kitchen closets, hoping to find just one other can of beer. "Me lazy… I've got better things to do." Finally accepting his house was beer-less he took a bottle of water out of the fridge and emptied it in unce gulp. With a grumble he put it on the sink and went back for his ship to train. Fine, he admitted that he wasn't thirsty anymore. Not that he'd show it, if there's one thing he hated about that woman correcting him, it was that woman being right as well.

By the evening the town had cooled down a bit and Bulma had decided to go and cook something. Vegeta came in when they had nearly finished, as usual, and received one of her death glares.

"I am trying to work for our family, Vegeta," she snapped as she picked up Trunks' plate and her's and put them on the sink. "The least you could do is show up." Vegeta just shrugged and globbed up his dinner. Trunks threw a quick glance at him then stood up and went upstairs.

"Don't stay up too late, Trunks!" Bulma called after him, but received no reply. She grumped, assuming he was picking up his father's annoying habits. She sat down on the kitchen table and watched Vegeta over her shoulder, but he said nothing, not even gave her an eye. She jumped to her feet. "Well, if you'd rather I don't be in your presence just say it!" she snapped and left the kitchen. Vegeta ignored it, drank the last draught of beer (Bulma had went to get some after all) and resumed his training session.

Bulma leaned over her son's shoulder. "What're you doing, sweety?" Trunks fingers slid over the keyboard and his eyes were almost taped to the screen of his laptop.

"Just doing some research," he said blankly.

"Oh, about what?" Bulma asked curiosly.

"EVP," Trunks said and scrolled down a page.

"Wha-?"

"Electronic voice phenomena. It's something new, something scientists have worked on a lot, recently," Trunks said without even eyeing her. "It's some sort of technology which they believe to be the way to get in contact with the dead. Well, not really in contact. Just to hear them." Bulma blinked at the screen, but Trunks was going over it so fast she didn't have a chance to read any of it.

"Oh, well…" she cleared her throat. "It's past eleven. You should get to bed, Trunks." Trunks sighed and logged off. "Goodnight, Trunks." She waited for her son to give her a good night kiss but he had already thrown himself on the bed and switched the light off. Tears burning in her eyes and filled with nostalgia she left the room.

Vegeta came back inside around midnight and went to take a shower. After that, when he returned to the bedroom, he found the bed empty. Surely, he hadn't seen her downstairs, so where had she gone? In the kitchen he found a little note saying:

'I went for a walk to clear my mind. Not that you'd care.'

He crumpled up the yellowpaper and tossed it into a corner, assuming she'd clean it up when she got back. He took another can of beer from the fridge, then went upstairs to get a good night sleep.

Queen Luana: Guess you kinda guess what's gonna happen next, huh? It's kinda predictable, I know. Please review and tell me if you like this or not!