Vegeta's stomach rumbled. Why he had come here, he didn't know. He was
hungry, that was all. But he did not expect her to give him anything. This
was ridiculous. He used to be able to find food everywhere. He was easily
satisfied when traveling with Nappa.
The woman had kicked him out. Once more. He had gone too far, he realized. But he was not going to apologize. Why should he? He was a prince!
A spoiled one.
"Vegeta?!" her voice sounded. Vegeta turned around. Damn, he had been too noisy. "That is you, isn't it?" He hmph-ed. "What if?" he grunted.
"Well you are on my property mister, so behave. Now why are you here, you've never showed your face around here?"
Vegeta hesitated. Why was he here? He was hungry, and alone. Then why did he came to the screeching woman? He was annoyed by her, constantly.
Again his stomach rumbled. Chichi giggled. "You CAN'T be serious." Vegeta growled. "What!?"
"You came here for food?" she laughed. "No I did not! I was.." "Admit it prince. You were hungry. And don't give me the cocky attitude, I know how to handle you, just fine."
Vegeta just stared at her. She dared to give him a speech? She was just like the other woman, annoying, nosy and bitchy. He walked up to her, and nodded. "I am hungry." He said. Chichi, somewhat surprised by the confession, let him in. "You have some nerve showing up here. Be glad I still cook like Goku was around.." she said, softly.
Vegeta noticed the sad tone of her voice, but didn't bother to comment. "It smells good." He said gruffly. Chichi walked past him and set a plate for him. "Of course it does." She simply answered.
He ate. Silently. She watched, frowning. "Did Bulma.." "Don't speak of the onna." He interrupted. "Excuse me mr. But this is my house, that my food and your my guest. I'm making pleasant conversation!" she yelled. He stared at her.
"Yes and you can get all savage on me, threaten to kill me and destroy my house, but I'm not that impressed anymore. Take THAT!" she slammed her fist on the table, causing some of his soup to splash in his face.
Chichi gasped and looked at the Sayian Prince. He licked some of the soup away, and smirked. "You have some nerve." She smiled back. "I do my best. Now tell me, she kicked you out, did she not?"
He nodded. "Well, I have a spare bed." She offered. He looked up from his plate. "You're offering me a place to sleep?" he asked. "What do you THINK?" Vegeta frowned. He wondered why this woman was so nice to him. He was the one who had tried to kill her husband tons of times. He threatened her, hurt her sons, nearly destroyed her planet. "Why?" he asked.
Chichi took his plate, and looked at him. "Simply because." "The offer still stands, learn to accept some hospitality." She said. "Did your mother never taught you any manners?" Vegeta laughed. "My mothers only purpose was to bring life to me. I was raised by Sayian males." He said, somewhat proud.
"That explains your horrible manners. Men are pigs." She stated. He stood up and walked up to her. She looked in his eyes, trying not to blink. "You ARE afraid of me, on some level, woman." "It's Chichi" she whispered. He nodded. "Chichi. But you are damn good in hiding that fear. I'll stay here tonight." He concluded and walked out of the kitchen.
"Why yes, all of the sudden?" she asked, with something that looked awfully like a smirk on her face.
"Simply because." He answered.
The woman had kicked him out. Once more. He had gone too far, he realized. But he was not going to apologize. Why should he? He was a prince!
A spoiled one.
"Vegeta?!" her voice sounded. Vegeta turned around. Damn, he had been too noisy. "That is you, isn't it?" He hmph-ed. "What if?" he grunted.
"Well you are on my property mister, so behave. Now why are you here, you've never showed your face around here?"
Vegeta hesitated. Why was he here? He was hungry, and alone. Then why did he came to the screeching woman? He was annoyed by her, constantly.
Again his stomach rumbled. Chichi giggled. "You CAN'T be serious." Vegeta growled. "What!?"
"You came here for food?" she laughed. "No I did not! I was.." "Admit it prince. You were hungry. And don't give me the cocky attitude, I know how to handle you, just fine."
Vegeta just stared at her. She dared to give him a speech? She was just like the other woman, annoying, nosy and bitchy. He walked up to her, and nodded. "I am hungry." He said. Chichi, somewhat surprised by the confession, let him in. "You have some nerve showing up here. Be glad I still cook like Goku was around.." she said, softly.
Vegeta noticed the sad tone of her voice, but didn't bother to comment. "It smells good." He said gruffly. Chichi walked past him and set a plate for him. "Of course it does." She simply answered.
He ate. Silently. She watched, frowning. "Did Bulma.." "Don't speak of the onna." He interrupted. "Excuse me mr. But this is my house, that my food and your my guest. I'm making pleasant conversation!" she yelled. He stared at her.
"Yes and you can get all savage on me, threaten to kill me and destroy my house, but I'm not that impressed anymore. Take THAT!" she slammed her fist on the table, causing some of his soup to splash in his face.
Chichi gasped and looked at the Sayian Prince. He licked some of the soup away, and smirked. "You have some nerve." She smiled back. "I do my best. Now tell me, she kicked you out, did she not?"
He nodded. "Well, I have a spare bed." She offered. He looked up from his plate. "You're offering me a place to sleep?" he asked. "What do you THINK?" Vegeta frowned. He wondered why this woman was so nice to him. He was the one who had tried to kill her husband tons of times. He threatened her, hurt her sons, nearly destroyed her planet. "Why?" he asked.
Chichi took his plate, and looked at him. "Simply because." "The offer still stands, learn to accept some hospitality." She said. "Did your mother never taught you any manners?" Vegeta laughed. "My mothers only purpose was to bring life to me. I was raised by Sayian males." He said, somewhat proud.
"That explains your horrible manners. Men are pigs." She stated. He stood up and walked up to her. She looked in his eyes, trying not to blink. "You ARE afraid of me, on some level, woman." "It's Chichi" she whispered. He nodded. "Chichi. But you are damn good in hiding that fear. I'll stay here tonight." He concluded and walked out of the kitchen.
"Why yes, all of the sudden?" she asked, with something that looked awfully like a smirk on her face.
"Simply because." He answered.