Housekeeping Vegita
"No way! You're not doing that. Get it out now!" Yet again, voice were ringing through the halls of Capsule Corp.
"Quiet woman!" The armor needs to be cleaned. This machine is perfect for the job!"
"I don't care Vegita! You get your armor out of the dishwasher now! That is ment to wash dishes! Not armor! I don't want to put dishes that I eat off of in something that you put your dirty, sweaty, smelly armor in! That's just gross!"
"Well, how else am I supposed to wash it?"
"I'll make you a machine."
"I need the armor soon. I have to go spar."
"You can wait."
"No, I can't."
Bulma was getting angry again, just as she had calmed down. "You can wash it by hand then."
"Wash by hand? Are you insane? A Prince doesn't reduce himself to a slaves work. Especially a Prince of Saijins!"
"If you want it so bad, you don't have a choice!"
"You wash it!"
"No! You wear it, you destroy it, you stink it up; You wash it!"
Vegita stood for a second just staring evilly at her, until she laughed and turned, yelling over her shoulder: "Here, I'll even get the stuff!"
After a few minutes, she returned and led Vegita to the bathroom, carrying soap, cloths and some pink fabric. Once in the bathroom, she started the bath water, and put soap in it. "Alright. Roll up your sleeves and put this on." Vegita complied, putting on Mrs. Briefs pink apron, growling and scowling the whole time.
"Now, start. I'll be right back."
Bulma left, to the sound of Vegita's growling and mumbling, and when she returned, Vegita was elbow deep in the tub scrubbing the armor, bubbles going everywhere. She held up a camera: "Say cheese Vegita."
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