A/N: Chapter 3! And thanks sooooooooo much for all the reviews and favorites this story has gotten! It makes me so happy! :) And NOW I can be a beta reader :D That makes me super happy! But what does make me super sad it that i might not be able to write the next installment of this series until next weekend because i have so much to do! This weekend is homecoming and i have like 3 tests next week and a project in spanish so... sorry my life is so hectic :P (I really shouldn't have taken so many AP classes...). Anyway, Read and Enjoy! :)


Bulma's eyes were hazy as she woke up on the living room couch. She lifted her head and her eyes widened as she realized she was laying on Vegeta. She looked around the room and noticed the T.V. set still on and the clock that read 10 P.M.

We must have fallen asleep. She thought. Her thoughtful look soon turned mischievous as she thought, this is the perfect time to get him back.

She tried to carefully lift his arm, which felt more like a steel rod than an arm, from around her back. When she finally managed to do this without waking him, she rolled off and landed on the floor. Ouch.

When she lifted herself onto her knees, she noticed that his eyes were starting to open a little, so she wrapped his face in her hands and whispered soothingly in his ear, "Shh, baby. Go back to sleep." Once he lowered his eyelids again, she kissed his forehead for good measure.

He looks so peaceful and cute while he's asleep. She thought as she looked on at his sleeping form. I feel kind of bad for taking advantage of him while he's like this. Her face started to look sympathetic. Eh, I'll get over it. She thought as the mischievous look returned. She got up and ran to the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, she ran towards the counter and opened the cabinets under the sink. Where was that bucket… Ah ha! She found the grey bucket she was looking for and went towards the fridge, with her hands shaking in anticipation and fear. Anticipation for the priceless look on Vegeta's face when he gets this rude awakening and fear for if he wakes up and kills her like Dr. Briefs thought he would. Vegeta wouldn't kill me. Bulma thought as she opened the freezer and pulled out the ice bucket.

She poured about 15 ice cubes into the grey bucket and cringed at the loud sound it made. "Shh!" She shushed the bucket and tip toed to the doorway that led to the living room. Vegeta was still fast asleep on the couch.

With a sigh of relief, she made her way back over to the buckets and picked up handfuls of ice and gently placed them in the bucket. When she figured she had enough ice, she placed the grey bucket in the sink, and returned the ice bucket to the freezer. She put on the tap water from the sink and got a bowl out of one of the cabinets.

As she waited for the bucket to fill with water, she walked over to the pantry. She looked around the bottom shelves until she found the oldest thing in there… Cheese balls that had expired two months ago. She pulled the flour off of the top shelf and left the pantry with her items of revenge.

She poured half the box of cheese balls into the bucket that was now filled with ice water and poured the flour into the bowl she had gotten out earlier. She turned off the tap and mixed the cheese balls and ice water concoction with a wooden spoon. She picked up the flour bowl with one hand and tried to pick up the ice water bucket with the other, but almost fell backwards with everything. Whoa, that's heavy. She thought as she put the bucket back on the counter and walked into the living room with her bowl of flour.

Vegeta was still passed out on the couch, so she put the bowl next to his head on the armrest and went back into the kitchen to get her bucket.

Bulma walked into the living room with the grey bucket in both arms and set it down next to the couch so she could grab the bowl of flour. She moved the bowl next to her hand so she could grab it as soon as she started pouring. This has got to be perfect. She thought as she lifted and steadied the bucket so it was resting on the edge of the armrest. Just as she was about to push the bucket over Vegeta's head, she noticed her father had walked in and was now staring at her with large eyes and a cautious look on his face.

"What are-", he started but Bulma shushed him and pointed at the still sleeping and oblivious Vegeta. "What are you doing?" He tried again in a lower and more hushed tone.

"What does it look like?" Bulma asked him. "This is so perfect! So get out before you ruin it!" She started to finish what she was about to start, but the doctor said, "I'm still not getting involved!", as he ran out of the room.

Bulma shook her head and tipped the grey bucket the rest of the way. Vegeta shot up from his resting position with his eyes wide as he shook the water from his hair. He had no time to react as the bowl of flour was thrown into his face, leaving a giant cloud of white in the room. The only thing Vegeta had time to do was listen to Bulma's triumphant laughter as she ran up the stairs and into the bathroom of their shared bedroom.

His face took on one of rage as he thought; I'll get you back for this rude awakening.


A/N: BTW this chapter is totally true... My oldest brother did this to my step brother at 3 AM and it was hilarious :) Thanks for reading! Review please! :D