Title: Even
Author: Anmylica
Prompt: Nail
Genre: Romance
AU/CU: CU
Rating: T
Warnings: Suggestive lemon scene, but not too suggestive.
Word Count: 442
A/N: For Valentine's Day! ^_^ I could not edit this to be at 400 words, and every time I tried, it got longer so you'll just have to pardon the 42 extra! It's my first time writing a drabble for a prompt with specific word limits! Surely I'm allowed a little room to work? That's my story and I'm sticking to it, at least…
Summary: No one disables the Gravity Room without Vegeta's say-so. No one.
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize belongs to Akira Toriyama and respective animation companies. No money is being made off this exercise, and thus copyright infringement is not intended. I own nothing of this wonderful anime series.
Don't get mad; get even. Out of all the ridiculous Earthling sayings, that had to be the one Vegeta identified with the most. It was the only one in which he believed. It was certainly one he had no qualms about following in the current mood he was in. He didn't care if a tornado, volcano eruption, or even the Supreme Kai himself turned up and commanded it, no one disabled the Gravity Room for the weekend without his permission. The Woman, wife of his though she may be, was no exception.
He was going to have her pretty little head! He was going to nail that head on a pike! He was going to blast her with the most powerful Galick Gun he could summon up and dance around the ashes and laugh! He- he was going to force-feed her her own cooking!
Scowling, he forced the door to their shared bedroom open and stepped into the room. As soon as he was inside it, the door slammed shut, locked itself, and soft music turned on from somewhere to his left. The lights suddenly emitted a dim, soft glow, and he saw Bulma lying in a negligee across the bed smiling up at him.
"Now that I have your attention, I want you to know that this room is sealed shut, ki-resistant, the door Saiyan-proof, and locked tighter than West City National Bank. You won't be getting out of here until Monday morning. I have enough food capsulated for the both of us until then, you will not have access to your GR, and you will spend the weekend right here with me." Bulma grinned like the Cheshire Cat.
Vegeta looked at her. "And of the boy?" he asked, eyes roaming down her body and the nice view he received with her in the position she was in.
Slowly, Bulma raised up to rest on her knees. "Gohan and Videl are babysitting Goten and Trunks at the Sons' while Chi-Chi and Goku take some time for themselves."
Vegeta frowned, pondering his options. The Woman was a lot smarter than she looked, and he knew that she had done enough to make it very hard for him to leave this room. "And if I refuse?"
Bulma smirked. "You won't. Come on, Vegeta, it's the first Valentine's Day weekend since you helped defeat Buu. I think we need some time to ourselves."
Nodding slightly, Vegeta settled down on the bed beside her and pulled her into an embrace and kissed her softly. "Happy Valentine's Day then, Bulma," he whispered before kissing her again. Oh, revenge for killing the GR was so, so sweet.