I do not own anything belonging to the Dragon Ball universes that privilege rests with Akira Toriyama.


AN: Mrs Panchy Briefs is quite an intriguing character. She often proves herself to be rather insightful but covers it up with idiotic behavior. She tends to keep characters in their toes but allows them to underestimate her by behaving like a massive ditz. I see you woman, I know these tactics, you beautiful hidden genius.


Sitting on the roof Vegeta watched the woman working on the updated gravity controls, and thought back to the strange conversation he'd had with the blonde woman earlier. After she had explained to him that she would need him to water her "precious" flowers tomorrow and then again in three more days if it didn't rain. Something he was hard-pressed to agree to until she offered him her secret recipe book. To which he inquired why he would be needing it, wouldn't Bulma be cooking?

"Oh no, trust me you don't want her in the kitchen if you plan to survive while we're gone sweetie," Panchy placed her hand on his shoulder and he stiffened looking at her warily. She just smiled at him and continued, knowing he wouldn't voice his questions, "Bulma is an awful cook, she might accidentally poison you both if you leave it to her to make your meals. I've gotten plenty of groceries and you can just follow the recipes, it's really very simple."

"Then why can't the woman do it?" Vegeta argued not at all pleased with being assigned chores, he already had to water roses, now he was expected to prepare meals?

"You know, I'm not sure. I've tried teaching her but she always seems to mess it up. One time she tried to bake a cake but she mixed up the salt and the sugar it was awful! I'm not sure what spices she put in it either but it took two days to get the taste out of my mouth." Panchy had linked her arm in Vegeta's and was leading him around her flower garden.

He groaned at the thought of eating Bulma's cooking. Panchy was many things, a massive ditz being one of them, but she certainly held her daughter's talents in high regard. If she was telling him Bulma was a terrible cook he knew she had to be correct. It looked as if Vegeta would have to cook all the meals while Mr. and Mrs. Briefs were away.

"So I will be expected to cook for her?" He didn't have as big of a problem with it as he was making it sound.

"Well of course, why else would I offer you the use of my secret book?" She beamed up at him and rested her head on his shoulder. Vegeta growled at her but she paid him no mind. Instead, she said something that froze him in his tracks. "You know, Bulma had always said she wanted a man that could cook. I bet if you showed her how good of a cook you are she'd fall head over heels for you."

"What makes you think I can cook, or that I even want to impress your offspring?" Vegeta said dryly.

Panchy swatted at his arm playfully, "Of course you can cook. How else would you have survived on your own all those years." Stepping away from the irritable Saiyan, Panchy called over her shoulder, "and don't be silly, I've seen the way you look at her. I also know you didn't sleep in your own bed last night." With that, she winked at him and returned to the house.

Vegeta was left standing in the flower garden completely embarrassed that his attraction had been noticed by Bulma's mother. What had the blonde woman meant by her last statement? She couldn't have possibly known he had been in Bulma's bed. He made sure the two older humans were asleep before he went to the bluenette's bed. He didn't think he'd slept deeply enough to miss anyone coming up the stairs or intruding into the room where they slept. He had been awake when the blonde woman had left her quarters and began making preparations for the morning meal. He had laid there awake with Bulma draped over him as Panchy came up the stairs to knock on his door. She never opened it, just assumed he was already up and went outside to find him. How could she possibly know anything of his whereabouts last night?

Frowning in irritation Vegeta stormed around the house and watched as Bulma saw her parents off. He couldn't keep his fowl mood in place watching her. She held herself with the same confidence she had back on Namek and when he'd first come to stay with her. He couldn't help but feel pride knowing he had played a part in helping her along the path to restoring that confidence. Then his mood fell again remembering the conversation from last night, the weakling had shown up at her work and pestered her to take him back. Vegeta had a feeling that wouldn't be the last time the pathetic Zfighter tried to win her back. Suddenly he felt thankful to the blonde woman, she had given him a way to keep the woman's affections. Deciding to keep his distance for the day he jumped up to the top of the house and sat down to meditate.

So here he was sitting on the top of capsule Corp watching Bulma work. She cursed her father for his sloppy handwriting and Vegeta chuckled. She dropped her multi-tool and groaned in frustration and Vegeta found amusement in that too. When she was finally finished with the control panel she began the reconfiguration and left the gravity chamber and ventured inside. Vegeta came down and checked on the systems. It would take the next six hours to complete the updates. Vegeta was annoyed at the time frame but figured he could get other things done, like preparing food for the two of them that would last the next couple of days. He waited until Bulma left for work before he entered the house and began rummaging through the kitchen.

Just as Panchy had said she left her book of recipes out on the counter for him. She clearly assumed he would do as she asked. He growled in annoyance at the audacity of the blonde woman. She had left him with tasks and chores, he was a prince, such things were beneath him. Then again, he was a prince of nothing just like his instincts had told him. This family he lived with had given him much and it was only honorable to do what they asked, it wasn't like they asked a lot of him. The prince had begun to find that Mrs. Briefs was as much an enigma as her daughter. That woman pretended to be stupid and was oblivious to the world and what happened around her, yet she was so intuitive about other's thoughts and feelings, she rivaled a Saiyan. He mused that if she had trained from a young age she very easily could've been a great fighter. After all, being able to read an opponent's intentions was a highly valuable skill. Shaking himself Vegeta tried to push his thoughts aside, he was hungry again and needed to prepare meals so he and the bluenette didn't starve.

Thinking of Bulma, he began to muse over all the things he would like to do to her, and that they would be alone in the big house together for the next five days. They would have plenty of time to get to know each other more intimately, and Vegeta smiled wickedly at that thought.

Bulma was a little distracted at work, her mind kept wandering back to the night she spent with Vegeta. It still baffled her that it had even happened, or that she'd thought Vegeta might have been a virgin. His nerves must have stemmed from the fact that he was out of practice. If he hadn't been with anyone while in space searching for Goku, it must have been over three years since he'd had a woman. How wouldn't be a little nervous after such a dry spell? He had probably just been clumsy at first because she was built differently than the other aliens he'd been with, or something to that extent. That thought made her curious about the reproduction of other alien races. So she spent most of her time thinking about it and fell behind on her work.

It was already dark by the time she left the lab. Her stomach growled angrily at her, she hadn't eaten since breakfast. Bulma thought about stopping to get take out - she wasn't going to cook with her mom away - then she realized Vegeta probably hadn't eaten yet either. She called the house but no one answered. She tried to contact the intercom in the gravity room, but still no answer. Frustrated that she now has to go home, find the Saiyan, then order food she marched to the helipad. Uncapsulating her chopper, the bluenette flew home to find out what Vegeta wanted in the way of food.

As she approached she could see that most of the lights were off in the house. Even the gravity chamber was dark. Touching down in the landing bay she entered the dark house and noticed the light in the kitchen was on, it filtered through the hall into the entry. She inwardly groaned, Vegeta was probably going to be in a foul mood and demand she makes him food immediately.

Vegeta had been meditating in the darkness of the gravity chamber when Bulma tried to call. He ignored it, not sure of what to say. He had already eaten, having grown ravenous while waiting for her, and had cooked food for the next two or three days, not including breakfasts. He hadn't used her mother's recipes exactly, but he had been satisfied with his own modifications. He wasn't a patient man so he thought occupying his time with training was the best way to wait for her to return. Besides, he had missed out on an entire day of training, but on the upside, his gravity chamber was working better and could achieve greater levels. Vegeta only hoped he too could finally attain his ascension into super Saiyan.

He heard her open the bay doors and land, having felt her ki from a ways away. His heart started beating faster and he concentrated on controlling it. Just because he had decided to let his instincts guide him in regards to the woman didn't mean it could interfere with his training. When that didn't work he got up and turned on the lights, cranked the gravity up to four hundred times that of Earth and began to run through his warm-ups. If his body wanted to react to something he would push it to its limit.

Bulma crept down the hall to the kitchen, she could hear dishes being clanked around. She pressed herself to the wall dreading turning the corner to see the Prince's angry mug. Then it sounded like a cabinet door opened and dishes were placed inside before it was closed again. Curiosity overriding her better judgment she stepped around the corner.

In the kitchen was a bot cleaning and putting away dishes. Studying the number of dishes in the drying rack and stacked in the sink, Bulma was a little confused as to how all of these had gotten dirty. Her mother had taken care of the breakfast dishes before leaving that morning, and she didn't think there were that many frozen meals. Staring at the stack of pots waiting to be cleaned she was confused further for a moment, frozen meals didn't require pots and pans. Someone had been cooking!? But who, she couldn't see Vegeta making meals. Did he even know how to cook?

Venturing deeper into the kitchen she gasped at the sight she found on the table near the sliding doors that opened onto the patio. There, spread out on the table were several different dishes. A large roast that looked like half of it was missing was in the center, around it were different side dishes, salads, casseroles, steamed veggies, and pasta. As well as a few things she didn't recognize, a pot of some kind of stew drew her eye. It was green and had some root Vegetables floating in it with what she assumed was some type of meat. Smelling it she realized there was seaweed in it, as well as fish but it was unlike any stew her mom had ever made. It was different but still smelled good. She reached for the bowl at the only place setting and took up the ladle. She wanted to try it but stopped before pouring the soup into the bowl.

How had all this food gotten here? Who had cooked it? The only other person around was Vegeta. Well, he didn't seem to be around, in fact, this all was starting to feel rather suspicious and she dropped the ladle back into the put and set down her bowl. The bot made her jump, only now noticing she was there.

"Miss Briefs," said the mechanical voice, "welcome home, dinner is served."

"Where's Vegeta?" She asked the bot.

"In the gravity chamber, gravity is set to 300 gs," it answered before returning to cleaning dishes.

"And who served dinner?" Bulma asked.

"Mr. Vegeta," was it's only answer.

Stunned she just stood there and watched as the bot started on the stack of pots. After a moment she turned back to the spread laid out on the table.

"Huh, you don't say," she said under her breath.

Her stomach took the opportunity to make its state of emptiness known. So she picked the bowl back up and filled it with the stew. As she ladled it into her bowl she spotted two kinds of fish and either octopus or squid. She sat and ate her fill sampling as many of the different dishes as she could. The stew had been delicious, it didn't taste like seawater like she had assumed it might. It was a little spicy and the fish had been candy smoked giving it a sweet and savory taste. It was like a jambalaya with an Irish, Thia twist to it, the whole thing was very umami and very good. The roast, some kind of meat she hadn't had before, was perfectly cooked. It had little seasoning but was smoked giving out a lovely aroma.

Steering clear of dishes that she recognized, instead of sampling the interesting things Vegeta had made. Drinking down the last of the broth in her bowl Bulma sighed in satisfaction. She hadn't realized how hungry she was but this meal had hit the spot, on top of it being a delight for her senses.

"Hmm, enjoying yourself?"