Vegeta eyed his opponent.
"Hm. You may think you're the greatest Saiyan warrior..." He growled, his voice low and challenging, "But did you know... You have toes?"
Bulla gurgled in delight, shrieking as her father grabbed her foot and tickled it.
"Hm. Your weaknesses are apparent. Let's count them, shall we? One... Two..."
"Vegeta!"
He nearly dropped his child as he heard his wife's voice. Reflexively, he didn't want anyone to see him play ridiculous games with his youngest, but he supposed he didn't have to hide the fact that he was fond of her. Especially when she was quiet.
"What?" He called back, putting Bulla back in her bouncy chair (CC brand).
Bulma came into the lounge, dressed up to the nines. She'd pinned her fringe back into a fabulous quiff, with age defying make up and a simple but sexy black dress and heels. "Ta-da!" She said, posing against the doorframe.
Vegeta's eyes widened. She looked amazing. He was also instantly jealous. "You look great." He said, but he wasn't smiling, betraying his feelings.
"Aw, you've seen me dressed up like this before. Nothing new, right?" She said as she approached them.
Bulla instantly reached out for her mother with a 'buh!'. "Yes! Mama's pretty!" Bulma said, leaning down and pretending to eat her hand as she picked her up.
"He better be amazing, or he doesn't deserve to have you." Vegeta mumbled, and then relented, "He's gotta have you home by midnight, or I'm going to hunt you both down-"
"It's fine! It's just dinner and dancing. I'll let you know how it's going, okay?" She said, kissing Bulla. "Are you sure you don't want me to get a sitter? I can get Gohan, or Tights, or... Heck, do I have Piccolo's number?"
"I am perfectly capable." Vegeta said, even if Bulla squirmed in his grip and reached for her mother again.
"Okay..." She said, beginning to have second thoughts, "... Chi-Chi's number is on the fridge. Mom should be around too, just yell for her if you need to-"
"I said I'm perfectly capable!"
"Okay, okay!" Bulma said, kissing him on the cheek, no doubt leaving a big red mark, "Don't wait up."
Vegeta watched his wife leave. A part of him wished that he cared enough to take her out on extravagant outings. He'd accompanied her to many events. He'd gotten bored very quickly. Humans had such inane conversations and forms of entertainment.
Speaking of...
He looked down at his opponent. "Hm. I see you are defenseless. It would be a shame if someone... Ate your foot!"
Bulla screeched with laughter.
Okay, maybe he would be fine.