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Ok dear readers. This is my first fic, so take it easy on me. Please please review! Enjoy....
"WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY?!?!" Bulma screamed, "WHY DO I CATER TO YOUR EVERY WHIM VEGETA?!"
"That's easy woman, because if you don't I could easily blow up you and this miserable planet of yours."
"You wouldn't dare, and you know it, but even so, I may as well feed you. It's easier than listening to your whining." Bulma stomped over to the cabinet and started pulling out various pots and pans.
"Baka woman" Vegeta muttered as he took his usual place at the head of the table and watched Bulma begin his meal. This was the same conversation they had 3 or more times a day, everytime Vegeta took time off of his *precious* training to eat the Briefs out of house and home.
"Here!" Bulma spat, while slamming an awkward looking omelet accompanied by a triple decker club on the table in front of Vegeta. Vegeta looked at the omelet and began poking it with his fork.
"I'm expected to eat this?" he asked, "it looks as scrambled as Kakaratto's brain."
"Don't complain, just eat it." Bulma growled back as she sat down to her bagel. She gazed over at her unlikely house guest and watched him inhale his food.
'Saiyans,' she thought to herself and shook her head.
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After lunch Vegeta was back in his gravity room mumbling something about "baka Chikyuu natives" and "clumsy females" when he accidently blew a hole in the wall.
'Damn Chikyuu inventions, so easily broken' he thought as he set off to find Bulma. 'At least that woman is good for something.'
Knowing Bulma to be completely obsessed with her inventions, Vegeta went over to her laboratory and entered. Bulma was seated in front of her computer trying to finish the design for a regeneration tank Vegeta had requested. Vegeta began walking towards her, thinking all the while about how angry she was going to be and how her eyes were going to light up when she started to yell at him. He loved to fight with her, it was quite entertaining. 'Her eyes really are beautiful when she's mad,' he thought, then slapped his head, 'what am I thinking? This infernal woman is the reason I was so mad and not concentrating. It's her fault I broke that stupid machine again. 'He stepped up behind her and grabbed her shoulder.
"Woman, your damn machine is broken again." he said, "Get off your ass and fix it!" Bulma jumped up and spun around.
"Vegeta! Don't sneak up on me like that, you scared the shit outta me!" Vegeta just smirked and replied with, "Well if your machine worked better I wouldn't have had to come visit your ugly face."
"Well if you would just lay off the training a bit you wouldn't wear it out so often!" Bulma retorted. She was getting angrier by the minute and Vegeta couldn't have been happier. He loved to get her riled up, she was the most fun this way.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Go fix it." Vegeta smirked and then walked out of the room leaving Bulma to gather up her tools. 'Better do as he says or I'll never hear the end of it.' She sighed and headed towards the gravity room.
Ok dear readers. This is my first fic, so take it easy on me. Please please review! Enjoy....
"WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY?!?!" Bulma screamed, "WHY DO I CATER TO YOUR EVERY WHIM VEGETA?!"
"That's easy woman, because if you don't I could easily blow up you and this miserable planet of yours."
"You wouldn't dare, and you know it, but even so, I may as well feed you. It's easier than listening to your whining." Bulma stomped over to the cabinet and started pulling out various pots and pans.
"Baka woman" Vegeta muttered as he took his usual place at the head of the table and watched Bulma begin his meal. This was the same conversation they had 3 or more times a day, everytime Vegeta took time off of his *precious* training to eat the Briefs out of house and home.
"Here!" Bulma spat, while slamming an awkward looking omelet accompanied by a triple decker club on the table in front of Vegeta. Vegeta looked at the omelet and began poking it with his fork.
"I'm expected to eat this?" he asked, "it looks as scrambled as Kakaratto's brain."
"Don't complain, just eat it." Bulma growled back as she sat down to her bagel. She gazed over at her unlikely house guest and watched him inhale his food.
'Saiyans,' she thought to herself and shook her head.
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After lunch Vegeta was back in his gravity room mumbling something about "baka Chikyuu natives" and "clumsy females" when he accidently blew a hole in the wall.
'Damn Chikyuu inventions, so easily broken' he thought as he set off to find Bulma. 'At least that woman is good for something.'
Knowing Bulma to be completely obsessed with her inventions, Vegeta went over to her laboratory and entered. Bulma was seated in front of her computer trying to finish the design for a regeneration tank Vegeta had requested. Vegeta began walking towards her, thinking all the while about how angry she was going to be and how her eyes were going to light up when she started to yell at him. He loved to fight with her, it was quite entertaining. 'Her eyes really are beautiful when she's mad,' he thought, then slapped his head, 'what am I thinking? This infernal woman is the reason I was so mad and not concentrating. It's her fault I broke that stupid machine again. 'He stepped up behind her and grabbed her shoulder.
"Woman, your damn machine is broken again." he said, "Get off your ass and fix it!" Bulma jumped up and spun around.
"Vegeta! Don't sneak up on me like that, you scared the shit outta me!" Vegeta just smirked and replied with, "Well if your machine worked better I wouldn't have had to come visit your ugly face."
"Well if you would just lay off the training a bit you wouldn't wear it out so often!" Bulma retorted. She was getting angrier by the minute and Vegeta couldn't have been happier. He loved to get her riled up, she was the most fun this way.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Go fix it." Vegeta smirked and then walked out of the room leaving Bulma to gather up her tools. 'Better do as he says or I'll never hear the end of it.' She sighed and headed towards the gravity room.