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            "That woman is such a baka!" Vegeta exclaimed to no one in particular as he headed out to his mini capsule for more training.  He pulled the door open to the capsule and stepped inside.  Vegeta removed his shirt, pants, and shoes, so he was left in just some black spandex shorts.  He calculated the computer to set it at 470 over the earth's gravity, then began to train.

            A couple hours later, Vegeta was lying on the capsule floor, panting heavily.  He managed to reach up and switch the gravity back to normal, heaving a great sigh when he felt 470 times lighter.  He had trained harder than he had in a couple weeks, and even though he didnt want to stop, he was beginning to wonder if his body could take it much longer.  He was mad tired, and every inch of his body ached.  He slowly hauled himself up, gathered his clothes, then headed back to the capsule corp.

            Vegeta went upstairs and immediately into the shower.  Even he had to admit, he smelled about as good as a 12 year old boy without deodorant in the middle of July.  Vegeta then stepped out of the shower and dried off, assembling his night clothes, which consisted of white cotton long pants. He hung his towel  (drying cloth ha ha) up then headed down the hall to his bedroom.  On his way, he passed Bulma's room.  Vegeta noticed the door was open, but the light wasn't on, so he glanced in.  There was Bulma, laying on top of her bed, clothes, shoes, everything still on, fast asleep. Vegeta unconsciously stepped into the dark room, looking at her.  His eyes quickly fell to her bandaged arm, which he knew right away was his doing. " She deserved it" Vegeta told himself, he still felt badly for hurting her physically like that.  Deep down he knew he had gone too far.  Vegeta sighed and sat at the edge of her bed, watching her face for any signs of disturbance.  He carefully removed her shoes and sweater, leaving her in just her sundress.  He slowly took her hair out of the headband, careful not to pull any of her hair.  Then he stood up, took the comforter off the end of her bed, and covered her with it.  Vegeta looked at her, satisfied, then left the room.

            When Bulma awoke, the first thing she saw was faded darkness.  "What the heck?" she asked herself, when she realized something was covering her.  She thrashed her legs around and pulled herself out of her bed.  "Oh.  A blanket."  she thought, feeling rather stupid.  Then she backtracked.  "Wait a second...if I'm not mistaken, I fell asleep counting the flowers on my rug...I wasn't even prepared for bed, and now my shoes, head band, and sweater are on the floor! huh.."  Bulma pondered this for a moment, and then let it go.  *Oh well* she thought, going into her bathroom to get ready for the day.

            "Gotta hurry Gotta hurry!" Bulma said to herself, rushing around applying lipgloss, tending to her hair, and slipping on her shoes all at the same time.  Even though her office was in her basement, she knew her dad wouldn't be thrilled that she was late, especially because it wasnt exactly difficult to get there.  "Except for one obstacle" Bulma mumbled as she entered the kitchen where Vegeta was waiting impatiently.  "What took you so long woman?" he asked crossly. "Breakfast isn't going to make itself you know!"  Bulma ignored his glare as she washed her hands.  "Maybe its about time you learned how to cook, then huh." she answered.  Vegeta just growled and turned back to the table.  Bulma threw some eggs on the frying pan and began tossing them hurridly.  She slapped them on a plate and set them down in front of Vegeta.  "Here. Eat. Late. Bye!" Bulma called as she ran out of the kitchen and down the stairs.  "But-urrg" Vegeta gave up and dug into his breakfast.  "Ugg she didn't put any seasoning on these...now where does she keep it?" Vegeta murmured as he ransacked the shelves for seasoning.  Then he found a cupboard chock full of different bottles.  "WOMAN!!!! COME HERE!!!" Vegeta yelled down the stairs.  "I don't have time right now! im late as it is! Whatever you think you need you can get yourself!!!" A very irritated Bulma answered.  Vegeta uttered a "damn bitch" and stormed back into the kitchen.  "OK lets see.  We have..salt...vanilla...garlic...soy..hmm garlic sounds ok" Vegeta said as he took the garlic out of the cubboard.  "Now she usually puts lots on, so.." he trailed off, pouring garlic all over his eggs.  "Well that will do it." Vegeta stood back, almost proud of himself for making half his own breakfast.  He tossed the garlic aside and sat down to take a bite of his breakfast.  "Ha.  now this will show that stupid baka I am capable of making foo-ggggaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!" Vegeta yelled, spitting the eggs out.  He went into a fit of coughs and fell on the floor, gagging.

            "THUMP!"

            "What in the world?" Bulma looked up from her papers after hearing a very Vegeta-sounding yell and 'thump' above the ceiling of the basement.  "Oh i'd better go see what he's done now." she sighed, going up the stairs.

            Bulma entered the kitchen, then immediately stepped out, holding her throat.  "Ugg! garlic....aaahhhgg.. oh vegeta..." she said to herself.  Then she re-entered, this time breathing through her mouth.  She looked down. There was Vegeta lying by the sink, still coughing.  Bulma kneeled down next to him and held his head up, patting his back trying to get the last of the coughs out of him.  "Vegeta what on earth did you DO?" Bulma asked.  "strong....so very very strong.." Vegeta mumbled.  Bulma let go of him, stoodup, and got him a glass of water.  "Here." she offered.  Vegeta took it and gulped it down with one swig.  "haaaaaa......" he sighed.  "Now what in the hell did you do to my kitchen??????" Bulma yelled at him, losing all of her sympathy when she saw her cubboards ransacked and garlic powder all over the floor.  "I...needed stuff on my eggs..you didn't put any on so this is your fault woman!" Vegeta barked at her, standing up, challenging her.  Bulma looked right back at him.  "You used all of the garlic powder! my cubboards are all out of order! What possessed you to do that? why didnt you just ask??"  Vegeta barely controlled his temper.  "because you wouldn't come up" he said through gritted teeth.  "Well its all over now." Bulma dismissed the subject, taking a broom and sweeping the floor.  "My cupboards are screwed up, but that's nothing we cant fix.  And for future reference, use pepper, not garlic" and she went back downstairs.  Vegeta stood there, slightly surprised.  *She didn't throw a fit like I thought she would.... hmm.* he thought.  Then he realized he still hadn't eaten.  "HEY WOMAN! I STILL HAVE TO EAT YA KNOW!!!!!" he roared down the stairs.  "THERE'S GRASS OUTSIDE, GO EAT THAT!!!! ITS PROBABLY GOOD FOR YOU ANYWAY!" Bulma screamed back to him.  Vegeta again muttered something about a 'fucking bitch' then ransacked the refrigerator.  He knew Bulma wouldn't be pleased, but what did he care.  He ended up eating a loaf of bread and a box of fruit loops, washing it all down with one of Bulma's slim fast drinks.  "I guess she isn't going to be as slim as fast" Vegeta smirked evilly, then headed out to train.

            "DING...DONG.."  Bulma hurried to the door.  "I'm coming!" she said loudly as she tugged the door open.  "Hey babe."  "Yamucha!" Bulma squealed, hopping into his waiting arms.  "I haven't seen you in soooo long!" she said.  "Yeah I know.  I have been pretty busy training.  I figure if I can't become a super saiyan, I might as well get as close as I can" Yamucha explained.  "So do you want something to eat or anything?" Bulma asked when they had sat down in the living room.  "Nah. I'm pretty sure you are low on food as it is, having Vegeta in the house and all. speaking of which, where is Vegeta?"  Yamucha asked, looking around. Bulma rolled her eyes.  "That stupid moronic violent man is training in his capsule." she answered.  "Oh of course I should have figured.  God, he must be majorly over heating! its like 100 degrees!"  Yamucha commented, glancing out the window at the capsule.

            "Tell me about it." Bulma agreed, rolling up her sleeves.  Yamucha then noticed balma's bandaged arm. "Bulma? What in God's name happened to your arm?"  Bulma looked down, obviously uncomfortable.  "Vegeta got mad at me again...Only this time he resorted to violence..yamucha please dont say anything to him you will only make matters worse."  Bulma added quickly.  But Yamucha was already fuming.  "He hit you??" he asked.  "Well, not exactly.. more...flung me" Bulma answered hesitantly.  "That lousy asshole! I outta bury him in the front yard!" Yamucha exclaimed angrily.  'Oh Yamucha please don't do anything.  We are still on speaking terms, I don't need that baka ignoring me totally." Bulma pleaded.  Yamucha's face softened.  "Alright..but if he ever lays a finger on you again,  you tell me....ok?"  

            "I will."