Vegeta grunted at Bulma, his wife who had a horrible tendency at yelling at him for breaking another one of her so called 'expensive' projects. But what he didn't understand about this whole dilemma, was that Bulma had personally asked him to test out how long this drone could withstand, she went to him; to test it!
Bulma shoved Vegeta back, "I cannot stand how you break my drones like they're a toy to you! Do you know how much time, effort and money I put into them?!" She shouted, rage pouring out of her in waves.
Vegeta rolled his eyes, his expression still as stoic as ever. He eyed his wife boredly and let out a deep sigh as she continued bickering. 'Why did I even marry this idiotic woman?' He asked himself.
"Why don't you ever listen to me when I say don't break anything!" She shrieked, stomping her foot on the ground childishly.
His eye began to twitch as she started to spew nothing but nonsense out of her mouth. Yes, Vegeta was listening before, but now she was just being plain stupid. He crossed his arms and glared at Bulma.
"Bulma, shut up." Vegeta ordered, looking off to the side, expecting her to listen. Sadly, Bulma wasn't the kind of woman to do so.
Bulma shook in anger at her husband's audacity to shut her up. Was Vegeta expecting her to obey his orders?! She scoffed and stuck her nose in the air, "You're in no place to tell me what to do, you wannabe prince." She said.
Vegeta looked back at her dumbfounded by her answer. He was contemplating on whether she said that or if it was a part of his imagination. Even after years of the whole 'you're-no-longer-a-saiyan-prince' speech, and Vegeta doing his absolute best to acknowledge the fact that it was true - in which he did - he never expected for a pathetic woman like her to mock him; his Saiyan pride. Anger bubbled up in the pit of his stomach.
Vegeta clenched his teeth together tightly and glared at his wife in who he was starting to slowly despise, "I would shut your mouth, woman. You should know who you're talking to!" He spat out, daring her to speak. "I am not someone to mess with!"
Bulma, ignoring the warnings her husband gave her, rolled her eyes and placed a hand on her hip. She gave him a look that said 'like-I-care', "No, Vegeta! If we're going to be a lovely married couple like all the other people in the world, we're going to have to come to terms with each other!" She explained, using some of her knowledge about long lasting marriages. "Can't we talk this out like a family?" 'A real one...' She thought with a slight scoff.
Vegeta scrunched his nose in disgust. He didn't want to agree to something as stupid as this, but if it would help calm the situation he would do it. Anything to get Bulma to stop nagging.
"Fine, hurry and talk. I need to continue my training." He said, causing Bulma to sigh at the hunger he had for strength.
"Let's go inside... Come on." Bulma said, walking inside with Vegeta right behind her.
"How dare you make a mockery of us Saiyans!"
"Vegeta, calm down! Hear me out!"
Vegeta breathed out heavily and placed his arms at his side before he could blast their house into pieces. Once again, Bulma had mocked the Saiyan race. She claimed that they were just a bunch of men that needed some help from the females. But to Vegeta, that was all wrong. From where he was born, on Planet Vegeta, women were a mockery really. They hardly did anything to help the men but clean and cook. Even if they did try to battle alongside the men on the field, they proved to weak to be of any real use. He was angry, really angry. 'How dare she make fun of my race!' He seethed.
"You expect me to hear you out after mocking me and my race?!" He shouted, glaring at her hatefully.
Bulma pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a deep sigh. She wasn't quite sure on how to deal with Vegeta and his anger problems. Yes she was with him for a few years now, yes she has a kid with this spoiled Prince, yes she had some knowledge about his race, but even with all that he was still a mystery to her.
"Listen Vegeta, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make fun of your race, trust me." She said, doing her best to reassure him it was a small mistake.
Bulma looked out of the window and noticed that the sun was setting already. She let out a yawn as she stretched her arms out.
"I'm heading out." Vegeta said, not waiting for Bulma's permission as he walked out the door, slamming it behind him.
"Wait!" Bulma cried out. She slumped down in defeat, "Why do I even bother?"
