"Trunks, Vegeta!!! What did I tell you about tossing that Baseball
200 million mph?!? I thought you knew better than this?!?" Bulma yelled at
the two.
"Momma. We're sorry. We won't do it again, promise," Trunks said with
pleading eyes.
Bulma gave off a soft smile. "Trunks, you can go and play with Goten
over at Goku's. Vegeta and I have a lot to talk about."
"Thank you, Momma!" Trunks yelled as he ran out of the house, glad
that he got away from Bulma's rage.
"Now, Vegeta, we're gonna play our own little game of catch." Bulma
had an evil smirk across her lips.
Vegeta gulped. He was terrified of what Bulma could do when she was
pissed. "What type of...*gulp* catch?"
"Oh. just this thing I made up. It's called get the broom, sweep up
this mess, get a job, pay for that vase, and replace the window. Got it?
Good. Now go!"
Vegeta ran to the kitchen and grabbed the broom. As he did, he
thought to himself 'Why am I letting this woman tell me what to do? I am
the almighty Prince Vegeta. I shouldn't be sweeping up this mess!'
"Vegeta! Get in here. NOW!"
Vegeta growled as his usual scowl came across his lips. "I will not!"
Bulma was immediately in the kitchen, looking Vegeta straight in the
eye. Rage flowing through her every vein. "Vegeta, darling," she said
suppressing her rage, "please clean up this mess before Trunks get home, or
I WILL SHOVE THIS BROOM DOWN YOUR THROAT!"
Vegeta jumped and ran back to the room and began sweeping up the
mess. How was he going to get a job? They had enough already to pay for
the vase and the window. Why'd he have to get a job?