I own Pesky, not dragonball!
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"For the last time Vegeta, I don't want to hear it."
-"WOMAN! the girl had a."
"I SAID, NOT NOW!
"-It's not as if,.."
"FORGET IT!"
She'd heard his explanation for tearing up the back yard,- and ALL her mother's plants.
(what was she going to tell her when her parents came back from their trip?)
But however much she had wanted to scream at the man, -little girls with cleavers, yeah, right!-
she had more important things on her mind.
Two extra for dinner and Trunks, who had promised to help with dinner, nowhere in sight.
The girl had offered to help, but just right after spurted off to somewhere.
Now Bulma had to watch all the potts and pans boiling herself, and she was just sure something was going to go wrong.
Dinners just seemed to have something against her.
It was unexplainable to her, but all food being prepared abrubtly went on 'auto-distruct-mode' when she neared.
And, as with all dinners big enough to content her Saija-jin famely, there was a lot of food to distruct.
Vegeta surprisingly seemed to be wanting to give it a rest.
He sat down at his usual spot at the table, presumably to wait for his dinner right there.
It only served to highten Bulma's nervousness.
They both remained silent for a while, the sound of boiling water the only thing to be heard.
Bulma was worrying if these sounds were normal for a dinner.
"She's trying to kill me, you know."
"VEGE,-"
Just then the girl came back, either oblivious to their quarrel, or choosing to ignore it.
"Sorry I walked away like that, but I'm ready to help now!"
she said merrily.
_Thank Kami!_ Bulma thought to herself, but Vegeta growled.
She sighed.
Fine, she would ask her:
"Pesky?"
-"yes?" the girl looked up innocently.
"I was hoping maybe you could explain what happened to the backyard."
Bulma grinned evilly at her mate.
"my husband can't seem to explain it to me,.."
"Sure." She stated. "He blasted it."
Bulma gave Vegeta a meaningfull glare,
but the Saijajin had gone back to his own little dark world of plotting and didn't seem to be listening anymore.
"This one seems to be about done, miss!" the girl chimed.
"Great." Bulma told her.
At least one dish that she wouldn't be burning tonight!
"Just take it off and spice it, would ya?"
-"Sure BULMA!" the girl said loudly. "Gee, you sure are making a lot!"
Bulma smiled. "As I said, Saijins get really hungry."
She smiled, lowering her voice convidingly. "So don't let Vegeta near that dish quite yet!"
The girl smiled and nodded, but then her face twisted in a shrewd frown.
Bulma decided that meant she would be protecting the food well enough from her mate,
and turned her attention back to dinner as the girl went about her 'spicing'.
She watched intently at the cooking for a while, wondering what would be the most obvious sign of any of it being 'done'.
Suddenly, though, she got the distinct feeling all was a little too quiet behind her.
She turned to see Pesky smiling evilly up at the Saijin Prince, offering up the whole dish of food she had just spiced.
Instead of having already devouwered it, however, the Prince was studying the girl, his mistrust plain across his face.
Just as Bulma opened her mouth to intervene, however, Vegeta grabbed the plate,
then proceeded to empty the whole of it's contents in his mouth.
"VETEGA!" wat all that she could say about that.
Though the prince didn't exactly have spiffy table-manners, this was the kind of bulking she had only expected from, well.
From Goku!
But then something odd happened.
The now empty-handed girl grinned broadly, crossing her her arms and staring intently at Vegeta.
The warrior just smirked back at her, taking up a napkin to pat at his mouth asif to make up for his earlier lack of manners.
Their totally pointless staring-match continued like that for several minutes.
Bulma now seriously wondering what exactly she was missing about all this, until finally Vegeta spoke up.
"You really shouldn't have bothered, you know.
After so many years of the woman's cooking, I am obviously immume to ANY form of POISON."
Bulma was about to scream at Vegeta for his insult to her adress, when to meaning of his words finally dug in.
To her complete and utter shock, the cute little girl shrugged, picking up an apple from the table before walking out.
"More then one ways to skin a cat,..."
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"For the last time Vegeta, I don't want to hear it."
-"WOMAN! the girl had a."
"I SAID, NOT NOW!
"-It's not as if,.."
"FORGET IT!"
She'd heard his explanation for tearing up the back yard,- and ALL her mother's plants.
(what was she going to tell her when her parents came back from their trip?)
But however much she had wanted to scream at the man, -little girls with cleavers, yeah, right!-
she had more important things on her mind.
Two extra for dinner and Trunks, who had promised to help with dinner, nowhere in sight.
The girl had offered to help, but just right after spurted off to somewhere.
Now Bulma had to watch all the potts and pans boiling herself, and she was just sure something was going to go wrong.
Dinners just seemed to have something against her.
It was unexplainable to her, but all food being prepared abrubtly went on 'auto-distruct-mode' when she neared.
And, as with all dinners big enough to content her Saija-jin famely, there was a lot of food to distruct.
Vegeta surprisingly seemed to be wanting to give it a rest.
He sat down at his usual spot at the table, presumably to wait for his dinner right there.
It only served to highten Bulma's nervousness.
They both remained silent for a while, the sound of boiling water the only thing to be heard.
Bulma was worrying if these sounds were normal for a dinner.
"She's trying to kill me, you know."
"VEGE,-"
Just then the girl came back, either oblivious to their quarrel, or choosing to ignore it.
"Sorry I walked away like that, but I'm ready to help now!"
she said merrily.
_Thank Kami!_ Bulma thought to herself, but Vegeta growled.
She sighed.
Fine, she would ask her:
"Pesky?"
-"yes?" the girl looked up innocently.
"I was hoping maybe you could explain what happened to the backyard."
Bulma grinned evilly at her mate.
"my husband can't seem to explain it to me,.."
"Sure." She stated. "He blasted it."
Bulma gave Vegeta a meaningfull glare,
but the Saijajin had gone back to his own little dark world of plotting and didn't seem to be listening anymore.
"This one seems to be about done, miss!" the girl chimed.
"Great." Bulma told her.
At least one dish that she wouldn't be burning tonight!
"Just take it off and spice it, would ya?"
-"Sure BULMA!" the girl said loudly. "Gee, you sure are making a lot!"
Bulma smiled. "As I said, Saijins get really hungry."
She smiled, lowering her voice convidingly. "So don't let Vegeta near that dish quite yet!"
The girl smiled and nodded, but then her face twisted in a shrewd frown.
Bulma decided that meant she would be protecting the food well enough from her mate,
and turned her attention back to dinner as the girl went about her 'spicing'.
She watched intently at the cooking for a while, wondering what would be the most obvious sign of any of it being 'done'.
Suddenly, though, she got the distinct feeling all was a little too quiet behind her.
She turned to see Pesky smiling evilly up at the Saijin Prince, offering up the whole dish of food she had just spiced.
Instead of having already devouwered it, however, the Prince was studying the girl, his mistrust plain across his face.
Just as Bulma opened her mouth to intervene, however, Vegeta grabbed the plate,
then proceeded to empty the whole of it's contents in his mouth.
"VETEGA!" wat all that she could say about that.
Though the prince didn't exactly have spiffy table-manners, this was the kind of bulking she had only expected from, well.
From Goku!
But then something odd happened.
The now empty-handed girl grinned broadly, crossing her her arms and staring intently at Vegeta.
The warrior just smirked back at her, taking up a napkin to pat at his mouth asif to make up for his earlier lack of manners.
Their totally pointless staring-match continued like that for several minutes.
Bulma now seriously wondering what exactly she was missing about all this, until finally Vegeta spoke up.
"You really shouldn't have bothered, you know.
After so many years of the woman's cooking, I am obviously immume to ANY form of POISON."
Bulma was about to scream at Vegeta for his insult to her adress, when to meaning of his words finally dug in.
To her complete and utter shock, the cute little girl shrugged, picking up an apple from the table before walking out.
"More then one ways to skin a cat,..."