Hi there! This is my first fanfic in english, so I apologize beforehand for all the mistakes. I deeply apreciate reviews on this, so if you want to (kindly) point mistakes please do. And of course, I want to know what you think of the fic itself. This is my first time translating from spanish, the original version can be found in my profile. Anyway it's not literal, I rewrote some parts so there are very little variations. This is a work in progress, so please stay tuned ^^. Zweitbeste.
Servant woman I'm calling you!
"Woman! Servant woman! Come here, I'm calling you!" came the voice of the prince, shouting from the bathroom.
"Don't call me like that! My name is Bulma."
"Where's my clothes?" he went on, disregarding her complaint.
"I put it in the washmachine because it was dirty" she said. "I left you some new clothes."
"WHAT? I can not possibly wear this!" roared the prince.
"Then you can stay naked" she simplified and her friends, that witnessed the whole exchange, laughed. She laughed too. That man could be strong but he needed to know that he didn't stand a chance against her.
"Where are my shoes?" barked again after a while.
"Ew, these boots are unusable! I shall burry it or set them on fire..." Bulma did a face of disgust.
"But what I'm wearing, then? I can't wear these you gave me!"
"Why not? I make sure it was your size. Or is it that you don't like that color?"
There were a short silence before the saiyan spoke again:
"Yeah... I don't like this color... GIVE ME ANOTHER ONES!"
Bulma unfolded her arms. She was getting tired of his whimsical airs.
"First off, I'm not your servant" she made clear walking to the bathroom to see the problematic prince. "And second, you shouldn't be so demanding. Are you covered? I'm coming…"
Bulma found Vegeta standing in the bathroom, clenching his fist pissed and humiliated.
"This footwear is so uncomfortable" he complained "You cannot walk well with these on, I'm falling"
"Of course genius...! Because you didn't tied the shoelaces." The girl folded her arms, rolling eyes, seeing that it was just that.
But after a few moments Vegeta were still standing there, with trembling fist of helplessness. Bulma looked back at him.
"Don't..." a little smile curved his lips, because she thought she understood what was going on, "...don't tell me you don't know how to tie your shoelaces?"
Vegeta looked up scandalized; if she laughed, he'd kill her!
"I've worn boots my entire life!" he pouted and Bulma roared with laughter.
"You don't know how to tie your shoelaces!" laughed Bulma, that could not stop laughing even if she wanted to. "Don't worry, I'll do it for you..." she kindly offered, bending at the prince's feet to tie his shoelaces. Vegeta thought she was in the perfect place to break her neck... but that would be overreacting, so he refrained.
Bulma got back on her feet, looked directly in his eyes and smiled.
"See? With a little practice you can do it yourself."
"Aaagh! Don't treat me like a five-years-old!" yelled Vegeta; that woman was getting him on his nerves.
"No... Five-years-old already know how to tie their shoelaces" she explained and laughed again.
"It's not my fault you earthlings use such primitive methods. I wonder you don't walk still dressed in loincloths" he said folding his arms, but his insult didn't make a dent on the girl.
"If it's a loincloth what you want, that can be fixed" she winked and started to laugh again as she left the bathroom.
Vegeta was left alone in the bathroom, unable to believe what he just heard. He could not believe she answered him in that way.
"What… an ill-mannered woman!..."