They three Saiyan's arrived in the kitchen to find a monster feast prepared just for them. Bulma's mother was a great cook. She had only 4 passions in life, her plants, her animals, her family and cooking. They all took seats around the massive table, Goku sitting in Vegeta's seat, not knowing of course.
"Kakarot! If you want to live to see your son turn 4 then I suggest you get your ass out of my chair! I sit at the head of this table and no one else!" Vegeta forced through his clenched jaw, fists balled up ready to knock that clown out of his chair.
"Aw come on Vegeta I'm a guest!" Goku said with that silly smirk on his face Vegeta hated so much.
Without even a word Vegeta was at the chair and lifted with one hand to tip the smirking Saiyan out of his seat. Laughter filled the room as Bulma's parents, Bardock, and King Vegeta were so amused at the two younger Saiyans acting like such children.
"What's so funny? Um and Goku what are you doing on the floor?" Bulma asked as she walked into the room to take her seat next to the Prince.
"Not your concern woman, now bring me my plate."
"Vegeta I am NOT your servant! Get it yourself!... King Vegeta would you like for me to make you a plate?" Bulma smiled at the king as he nodded in agreement to her question.
"WHAT? Woman you dare disobe-"
"Son I suggest you not finish that statement."
"Hn" Vegeta was turning bright red with anger making the room stifle additional giggles at his expense.
Everyone at the table was talking and eating and having a good time with their new company. Bardock and the King even joined in teasing Goku. They seemed like a big dysfunctional family. Vegeta being the only one to stay silent at the table, his father made a mental connection with him.
"Vegeta, I am sorry that I failed you my son, but do not take your anger out on those that are helping you."
"You watch your tongue old man! You will never apologize to me nor will you ever pity me. I will do as I please and no one will tell me different. Not even you. I will respect you as I have to because it is my duty to respect the King. But someday it will be me. I will have full power over the entire universe!"
"You will never be King with an attitude like that, no one will respect you, no one Vegeta. You will have no kingdom to rule, and you will be alone."
"We will see about that, and being alone is just fine with me. I have always been alone."
"Boy, have you forgotten all of your mother's teachings? She would be very disappointed in you son. She never taught you to act this way. You need to remember and be the man she always knew you could be."
With mention of his mother Vegeta slammed his fist on the table, making everyone jump except Bardock and the king. He stood from his seat and left without saying a word. Vegeta went to his room and went out to his balcony to think. He was beyond pissed at his father, but more disappointed in himself. How could he have forgotten all of his mother's lessons? The men taught the young how to fight and be great warriors while the women taught them respect, pride, and honor along with normal educational things. Vegeta was about to take off to go be alone when there was a knock at his door, he knew right away judging by the ki that it was the annoying blue haired woman.
"What"
"Vegeta, I came to see if you wanted to have some dessert with us?"
"No"
"Want some company?"
"No woman, now leave me at once!"
"YES YOUR RUDENESS!"
"UGH He's such an ass! I don't know why I even bother trying to be nice to him!
Okay well yes I do, everything he's seen and been through he needs someone to be nice to him."
Bulma went back into the room where everyone was eating dessert and conversing like she never left the room. Goku saw she came in and decided to ask some questions about her newest project.
"Hey Bulma, so what's that splicing thingy do?"
"Well Goku what it does is cuts the genes from one organism and pastes it to the DNA of another so that characteristics can be transferred from one organism to another."
"WOW! That's amazing! So you could like create the perfect person and stuff then huh?"
Bulma giggled a little amused at her friend's interest in her project.
"I hope so Goku, it's been done on plants and animals but never humans so I am really hoping I can be the first person to do it! The possibilities to help families have children that can't, the chance to be able to help those with special needs, I hope that all my hard work will pay off and will be put to good use."
"That's pretty awesome Bulma, you're not as selfish as I thought!"
"HEY GOKU YOU WATCH IT!"
"I'm just kidding! Well it's getting late and Chi-Chi will be pretty mad at me if I'm late. I'll come by tomorrow with Gohan, okay?"
"Sounds good, tell Chi-Chi hello for me."
"Sure thing!" Goku put his pointer and middle fingers to his forehead and within seconds he was gone.
"So Bulma, you really thing you can do something like that?" King Vegeta asked her almost smirking like he already knew the answer.
"Well I am a genius so I will do it, it's just a matter of when King Vegeta." The blue haired woman wore a sly smile of conceit knowing she would do it, there was not a single doubt in her mind.
"Bulma dear will you take Vegeta some dessert, that poor man must be starving hon!"
"I already asked Mom he said no and to leave him alone, so screw it, I'll be in my lab if you need me. Dinner was great Mom thanks."
Bulma made her way to her lab to begin some more work on her machine, and she was also trying to replicate the regeneration tank for Vegeta with little luck. She was sitting at her desk working up calculations and figuring where she was going wrong. Bulma was growing more and more angry at the little circuit in front of her, until she finally make a breakthrough in it. The equations were hard to figure since they were written in Saiyan, as well as the fact that Saiyans were not a stupid race by any means. With finally having the regeneration tank up and running she focused more of her attention to the splicing device. She had all but the final touches finished on it and figured it wouldn't take long. The clock on her desk read 3:42am, it was way past her bedtime and she could feel it. Bulma made little headway in finishing the machine and decided now would be a good place to stop and sleep. She got to her bedroom and crashed on her bed, setting an alarm for 9:00am before she finally passed out.
