Authors Notes: I hadn't intended on the first installment on being popular at ALL, but considering so many people seemed to want more… I guess I'll make this a little longer. Don't worry. There'll be more. I've already got it planned, hunnies.

I don't own DBZ.

"What is this? What happened to Bra?" Bulma looked up at her husband expectantly as Vegeta sat down on the side of the bed with a bowl of steaming soup in his gloved hands.

"Soup," Vegeta responded as he situated himself, crossing his legs on the bed and balancing the soup on his palm the entire time.

"Please tell me that doesn't answer both questions," Bulma smiled weakly at the prince in front of her and he blinked in surprise.

"Why can't it answer both questions?" he asked, not an ounce of joking humor in his voice.

"… Did you cook our daughter!?!" Bulma gasped, jerking up suddenly. "Vegeta! I thought you were over murdering people! What the hell!?"

"Oh. You meant it like that," Vegeta blinked again at her and then he smirked and shook his head. "She's eating soup in the kitchen."

"Why couldn't you answer the question like that the first time?" Bulma stared at him in exhaustion, slipping down on the bed and glaring up at her from underneath the washcloth that was sliding down her forehead.

"It never occurred to me to cook her."

Bulma frowned, suddenly feeling guilty for accusing Vegeta of something so brash. She knew he loved Bra. She must have been sicker than she'd thought.

"… What kind of soup is it, 'Geta?" she tiredly inquired, awaiting his answer patiently as he adjusted a little and scooted beside her on the large bed.

"Well, if I had known before you were so opposed to eating children I guess I should tell you why you haven't seen your son today-"

"That's so not funny," she snipped at the smirking warrior sitting criss-cross applesauce only inches from her aching body.

"I thought it was quite hilarious," Vegeta smiled a little more and he stirred the soup around in the bowl. It was a long minute of Vegeta stirring the soup before Bulma decided to interrupt the silence as usual.

"What is it?" Bulma repeated. "Can I at least taste it if I have to guess?" she added, seeing the flame-haired man not about to give her the soup.

"It's very hot. It should cool before you eat it," Vegeta told her drily.

But Bulma wasn't thinking about the possibility of her having a burnt tongue, "You left our daughter, alone, in the kitchen with flaming hot soup?"

The stirring abruptly stopped, "… I'll be right back." He got up quickly and Bulma groaned in slight discomfort as Vegeta set the bowl down on top of the nightstand before disappearing in a flash to go make sure Bra was alright.

She smiled to herself, despite the danger Bra could be in. Yeah, Vegeta was trying his hardest to take over as Daddy-dearest but he just wasn't cut out for it. The man wasn't accustomed to recognizing the dangers humans could get into. The idea of hot food didn't scare him so he didn't seem to think that Bra could get burnt by soup- which she very much could.

Her thoughts were cut off as the door reopened and Vegeta walked back inside. "She's fine," he assured her vaguely as he took the bowl carefully in his hands and sat down on the bed. "The soup has cooled a considerably large amount. Can you toughen up enough to eat? It'll bring your strength up," she smiled. Strength. That's what made the world go round with Vegeta.

"Yeah, I just gotta sit up," Bulma said, about to adjust to sit up, but she stopped herself at hearing a groan from her husband.

"What?"

"If I have to wait for the big production of you sitting up to give you this soup- the food will be cold by the time it ever reaches your lips," he scowled.

"You could help me, you big useless oaf," Bulma huffed at him before starting to cough now.

"So weak," she could have sworn she heard him mumble as he set down the bowl of soup and then wrapped his arms around her. The blue haired vixen's breath hitched, which didn't help her coughing and she felt the warm, firm, golden toned arms of her prince ease her up against his body. "Breath, I can't give you food if you're going to pass out on me," his rough voice huskily said into her ear as she curved into every inch of his body.

She coughed a few more times, "Wh-what?" she managed to wheeze.

"Breathe, woman."

"You're such an asshole," Bulma laughed hoarsely, betraying her harsh words and she lifted her head and stared into the charcoal orbs of the Prince of all Saiyans.

"You're the one who stuck around me so what does that say about you?" Vegeta smiled coyly before adjusting her in his grasp against his chest so she was leaning on her side against him, his right arm as a back rest for her. He leaned over and grabbed the bowl of soup.

"Can you feed yourself?" he asked and then he shook his head, "Of course you can't, what am I thinking even asking that? So weak," he rolled his eyes.

"I'm sorry I'm not a body building freaky woman," Bulma sneered at him and suddenly there was a spoon in front of her face.

"Open."

"Huh?" Bulma dumbly blinked, not even thinking that this gesture was Vegeta trying to feed her. That wasn't something he did. Vegeta was more likely to take the soup and insert it into an IV before he spoon fed her like they were in some romantic tragic movie-

"AH!" she gasped when her dumb question had given Vegeta the go. He put the spoon in her open fish-gape mouth and then, seeing as how her gasp gave him even more room to maneuver the spoon in her mouth, he turned the spoon directly upside down so the soup inside the crevice spilled over her tongue and into her open mouth like a robotic un-smooth feeding machine.

She swallowed quickly and shut her mouth tightly, glaring at him. "That's how you intend on feeding me? Really?" She clamped her mouth down as she awaited an answer.

"Is there any other way you take your food but through the mouth?" came his smart-ass reply. Vegeta's eyebrows were raised and his lips crooked in a cocky smirk.

"You're funny- ah!" Vegeta slipped the spoon into her mouth again and let her actually wrap her lips around it, getting the soup into her mouth in a smoother fashion.

"… Better," Bulma grumbled after she swallowed. Then she noticed a sort of apprehension on Vegeta's features as he watched her, already getting another spoonful of soup ready to go into her mouth, but not before he stared into her face hopefully. What was he waiting for?

"What is it?" she asked and then there was a quick motion and the spoon was in her mouth again. "Ugh, stop it! Answer my question first, you weirdo!"

Vegeta didn't say anything though, he just stirred the soup up again, looking down directly at it instead of at her. "… Vegeta?"

"Open," he repeated and lifted his eyes to look at her. Why was he so adamant about her eating this damn soup? Sometimes he could be more moody than Chichi was- then she realized that hopefulness had only entered his face when she took a bite. Before he had been nervous. Nervous that she would like the soup- hopeful that she would. Awe, Prince Vegeta was (in his own weird way) fishing for a compliment!

Bulma frowned though, she couldn't really taste the soup and she'd hate to lie to him about it on the off chance it was bad. The only thing worse than him getting his feelings hurt right off the bat was her lying now and then find out it was horrible and have to eat it more than once. "I wish I could taste this, it seems like you spent a good amount of time on it," she smiled softly up at him. He blinked, looking back down at the soup before stirring it a bit more. She loved how modest he got at the little things. How he was able to keep his expression completely unreadable until the bright pink blush crept onto his bronze cheeks that voiced his embarrassment. "What kind is it, 'Geta?" she cocked her head curiously.

"Chicken soup," Vegeta mumbled, stirring it more. Bulma made sure not to show her surprise. It didn't look like any chicken soup she'd ever seen. "I followed one of your blasted mother's recipes," Vegeta quickly informed her, as though that would excuse anything bad that came from the soup.

"Then I'm sure it's great," Bulma smiled up at him and Vegeta met her eyes finally. His cheeks were still a little red.

"You are so odd."

Bulma grinned, "Feed me, babe. I'm ready now."