Title: Laundry Room
Rating: R
humor/romance
Author: Washu the Goddess
Author's notes: HELLO!!!!! OK, this story is very weird. I wrote half of it almost a year ago, so over half of it is very very stupid!! But, since i dont want to go back and rewrite ¾ quarters of this, you are just gonna have to deal with it! So fuck off! Lol, sorry, please dont fuck off i want you to read this! Hee hee hee sorry just had some fun with my lavender haired saiyan, so sorry to be so disoriented! Lol!!! Ok, anyway. This is really really old and its the normal everyday fighting over food thing so please deal with my following of the crowd with these fics! MWA HA HA HA HAAAA!!!! So when your done, tell me if it should be up for a tony award, same old same old, or should be torn to mad pieces by barbarians of the south seas and fed to the werewolves of Central Park! (by the way, if you tell me to ruin my precious story that I spent long laboring hours slaving over, SCREW YOU!) Thanks and enjoy.
"Would you please shutup?"
"NO! i'm a saiyan you filthy woman! I need more food than this!"
"No you dont! if you eat anymore you are going to become a fat saiyan!"
"I dont care what you think, NOW MAKE ME MORE FOOD!"
Bulma and Vegeta were arguing yet again. Every time they fought, the reason seemed less and less practical. This time, Bulma didn't make enough food for Vegeta's satisfaction.
"How are you ever going to satisfy that weakling boyfriend of yours if you can't even give me enough food?" Vegeta hissed at her. Bulma put her hands on her hips and glared at him. "At least Yamucha is going to be a decent THIN man all his life, while you will end up looking like Yokozoona!"
Vegeta snarled at her. "I'd much rather be like that than marry a wench like you!"
That did it. Bulma leaned towards him and slapped him squarely acrossed the face. Vegeta winced at the impact, rubbing the side of his face where she had smacked him. he lowered his hand and Bulma could see a red mark forming. Then she realized how badly her hand hurt. "Oh...ooowwww" she mumbled, rubbing her hand. Vegeta recovered quickly and seized her arm. "How dare you lay a finger on me you little slut!" he spat at her. Then he whipped her to him, still holding her arm, then flung her away. Bulma slammed into the wall, slumping to the floor after she hit it. She sat there, shaken, tears blurring her vision. She wouldn't look up at him, afraid of what he might do.
"Stupid woman" Vegeta muttered, stepping around her and out of the kitchen. Bulma didnt move until she heard the door slam. She looked up and then stood and brushed herself off. Her arm was beginning to bruise and a thin line of blood was beginning to seep from Vegeta's nails clawing into her and him wrenching so hard on her arm. Bulma sniffed as she held back her sobs. She was not going to let Vegeta's harsh actions make her cry again. Instead, she grabbed the edge of the table and flipped it over in anguish, sending Vegeta's plate and other assortments scattering across the linoleum. Bulma then let out a cry of frustration and left the kitchen, not even worrying about the mess she had just made. She headed upstairs to tend to her arm, which was now bleeding more steadily. Some blood had dripped onto her clothes as well. Even though Vegeta managed to upset her everyday, this was the first time he had ever drew blood, and to tell the truth, she was a little scared. But even so, she hated him. Bulma decided then that she had never loathed anyone the way she did Vegeta.
Yeah yeah boring chapter it'll get better