Author's Note: Wow, it's been a while since I've updated. About two months. xD. I meant to update sooner, but when I stopped updating I had crap going on and then Christmas was here and I was super busy. And then I forgot. Don't look at me like that, I didn't mean to! Anyways, here's chapter fourteen and I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think. I love hearing from you. Because I love you. (:

Website: ay-vb . sakura . ne . jp/_top . html
1. Erase the spaces between the words and the periods. Obviously. xD.
2. The website is in Japanese, but that's okay. At the top there is a list of words in English. Click on GALLERY.
3. Left hand panel is a bunch of words, in Japanese. But the numbers 365 are obviously numerical so you can read them. Click it.
4. There's now a drop hand box thingy to the left, and again the numbers are numerical so don't worry about not being able to read the title of the picture. Just follow along with the numbers. Click number FOURTEEN for this drabble!

Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don't own it.

Like Clockwork (365 Days)
Day 014: Absurd Nonsense

Even on a good day Vegeta would never be able to comprehend or understand humans and why they did the things at they did. They celebrated 'holidays' such as Christmas or Halloween or New Years or Birthdays, as for why…well, Vegeta couldn't fathom. What was the point or the significance to these days? Who the hell knows, but the humans made a big deal out of it every single year. But it wasn't just the holiday seasons that humans made a weird fuss over; they even did weird things on normal days. Things like dates, shopping, preparing food, and worrying about anything and everything. They went out to places like the 'movie theater' and the 'mall' or the 'park'. Bulma called it recreational fun. He called it absurd nonsense.

A particular 'event' that Bulma was obsessed fell under the shopping category. She had an obsession with fabric, patterns, prints, jewelry, accessories, and the way it all looked on her. Everybody knew she was vain, including her, but even Vegeta just could not understand why she needed so many fucking clothes. She called it a fashion sense. He called it absurd nonsense. He understood the want for having more than one item of clothing, however if need be he could get by with just one item. But under no circumstance could he understand her want AND need to have as many clothes as possible. He just couldn't seem to wrap his brain around it.

Bulma threw yet another dress down onto the bed, the amount of clothes thrown around the room totaling to at least the one hundred mark. She had nearly dismantled her closet (which was almost as big as the room itself) looking for something to wear. There were handbags and shoes and hairpieces thrown haphazardly all over the place, and about every 'type' of dress had been strewn over the floor and the bed, even the dresser and her work table and chair.

Normally, the woman knew what she wanted to wear and that was the end of that. Occasionally, she would go through everything she owned and decide what she wanted to keep and what she wanted to give to 'charity'. And then there were events like this, when she couldn't make up her damn mind about whatever dress she wanted to wear. The occasion? A fucking lunch 'date' with Kakarot's harpy.

For the tenth time that day he asked her why she couldn't just pick one and go, and she had simply informed him that he should shut his 'trap' because he didn't know what he was 'talking about' because he had the 'fashion sense' of a two-year-old and he should just stick to things he 'did' know like 'training' and 'eating' and finding enjoyable ways to 'torment people' or letting his 'testosterone' get out of control. He mashed his teeth together and contemplated ignited all of her clothes with a ki blast, seriously debating whether or not it was worth it.

She pulled on a short beige dress with thin straps and stopped what she was doing, tilting her head this way and that in the mirror. She turned to the side and examined herself, and then the opposite side. She even turned so her back was facing the mirror as she looked at herself over her shoulder. She made an appreciative noise and turned this way and that ever so often, picking up an off yellow handbag and holding it next to her dress. She seemed to take a liking to it and turned, digging around through the mountain of clothes and yanking out a pair of off yellow strappy heels, placing them on her feet. She turned back to the mirror and checked the entire thing, a satisfied smile on her face.

"That's what you're going to wear?" he asked, his left eyebrow twitching haphazardly in annoyance. Out of everything she owned, that was the dress she was going to go with? Her smile fell and she shot him a dirty look.

"Yes. It's cute."

"You are insane."

"I thought I told you to shut your trap!?" she yelled, opening her handbag and placing a few things in it. He was going to retort when another thought crossed his mind and his face darkened ominously.

"You're not going to pick this shit up before you leave, are you?" She answered by giving him an innocent look, and he felt like he wanted to strangle her.

"Well…I'll program the bots to do it." The bots would take forever, and he wanted to fucking sleep.

"Don't be surprised if you come home with no clothes," he threatened as she finished gathering her things and walking up next to him. She glared at him but didn't say anything on the matter.

"I'll see you when I get home." She reached up and playfully pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw, and then gave him a quick kiss on the lips before winking at him. "It's a girl thing, Vegeta. Not to mention a human one. You wouldn't understand," she told him, patting his arm in some bizarre condolence, as if Vegeta actually gave a rat's ass.

"Absurd nonsense," he said between clenched teeth.