"Alright woman, just chill out. Its not like you've ever been in the dark before." Vegeta ordered, taking his hand off her mouth. Bulma took a breath of air and calmed down. Then she immediately threw her arms around Vegeta's neck. "What are you doing?" Vegeta asked, slightly disturbed. "I'm scared of thunder storms" Bulma admitted, looking up at him. Vegeta couldn't see her, but he could sence the fear in her voice. "Women are so weak..." he muttered, slowly finding the step below him. "Bulma would you let go of me?" he pulled her arms off him, more ordering than asking. Vegeta grabbed her arm and dragged her down the step unto the floor, with Bulma whimpering about the storm. Vegeta put his free hand out, careful not to ram into anything as he and the whimpering Bulma made their way across the room.
"Vegeta where are you going?"
"Back to the kitchen so we can get a flashlight!"
"But I think we are going in the wrong direction"
"Well I KNOW we are going in the RIGHT direction! you can't think, you have to know and of course women don't know anything so obviously I am ri-oof!"
Vegeta crashed into the couch, sending himself and Bulma toppling over backwards. Vegeta fell first, with Bulma falling nearly on top of him. The only part of Bulma that hit him was her knee, and it hit him right in the groin. "FUCK!!! God my balls!" Vegeta yelled, rolling over and curling up into a ball. "Whoops. Well, I told you we were going the wrong way." Bulma said, not sounding very sympathetic. "I don't think I can move..." Vegeta whined, his voice slightly higher than normal.
"Oh you will surely survive. Now be a man and get up!" Vegeta slowly climbed to his feet, still wincing in pain. "Alright woman. Since you're so sure you know the way to the kitchen, be my guest." Bulma rolled her eyes, grabbed him by the tail of his shirt, and dragged him in the opposite direction they had been going in. When they entered the kitchen, Bulma felt her way through the first drawer and pulled out a flashlight. She clicked it on and shined it in Vegeta's eyes. "Ow you stupid baka! I am going to need my eyesight sometime in the future!" Vegeta said annoyed, tearing the flashlight out of her hand.
"You have no sense of humor whatsoever." Bulma commented, letting go of him and wrenching the flashlight back.
" You have no right to try to be humorous." Vegeta retorted, pulling the flashlight from her yet again.
"And you need to lighten up!" Bulma said back, tugging the flashlight out of Vegeta's grasp.
"And you need to quit taking the flashlight from me!" Vegeta said, yanking it away from her.
"Hey I had it first!" Bulma yelled, trying to pull it away from him. This time Vegeta held on tighter, and Bulma had no way of getting it out of his hands. She turned away from him and crossed her arms in front of her, defeated.
"Now, woman, where do you keep that contraption that fixes the lights?" Vegeta asked, twirling the flashlight to gloat.
"You mean the power box? Downstairs in the laundry room." Bulma answered, still not looking at him.
"Go fix it."
Bulma then turned around.
"What? why me Vegeta? your the one that just HAD to have the flashlight."
Vegeta threw the flashlight to her, which she caught easily.
"Well I don't think I should have to go down by myself."
"Why? Are you afraid the big bad boogie man is gonna get you?"
Just then, thunder crashed, shaking the house.
"Yes. I am actually." Bulma answered smoothly. Vegeta rolled his eyes.
"Oh alright fine you weakling. Come on we don't have all day"
Bulma led the way to the basement with Vegeta following her, aggrivated.
"Well where is the room where you clean the clothing you humans wear?" Vegeta asked. Bulma rolled her eyes. "You wear the clothes to, veggietarian or whatever type you are. We earthlings wear clothes all the time. What did you wear before you came here? Fig leaves?" Vegeta's face reddened slightly. "No, onna, we wore armor. Not cloth like things that you wear and force me to wear."
"Well I dont think that the vacuum cleaner or anything in our house is going to want to spar anytime soon, so armor isnt exactly needed." Bulma answered. Vegeta opened his mouth to respond, but then shut it and uttered a "humph"
"Ah-ha! Found it!" Bulma said triumphantly, pulling the door open to the laundry room and spotting the power box.
"Do you know how to do that woman?" Vegeta asked, shining the flashlight on the power box then at Bulma. "Yes I do." she answered, and she began to press buttons. "There. The lights should be on any second."
Vegeta and Bulma stood there for about 45 seconds before Vegeta ran out of patience.
"Well? Why ain't it working?" Bulma inspected the box. "I really dont know actually. Let me try again." and she pressed the same pattern of buttons. She waited a few seconds, then did it again.
"Alright woman what is wrong with the fucking thing?" Vegeta asked, irritated. "It should be working! I don't know why it won't do it!" Bulma exclaimed, slamming the box shut. "well at least we have the flashlight" And as if that was meant to happen, the flashlight faded, and went out.
(AN: Bulma and Vegeta stomp over to where Washu the Goddess is evilly typing: Bulma: What are you doing?? Vegeta: yeah you can't make a fool of a saiyan! Washu: oh shut up both of you! Vegeta: you can't tell me what to do! Bulma: C'mon washu! that is so old! I mean, who wasn't going to guess that as soon as I said that the light was going to go out? Washu: so I'm original what can I say Vegeta: so what happens now? Bulma: don't tell me vegeta and I fall in love. I mean, he has been eating greenies all day. You think I really want to kiss him? Vegeta: hey! that isnt very nice! Washu: Well bulma if you want to continue writing this, ill take your place! Bulma: do you want left over greenie breath after kissing him? Washu: you have a point. Vegeta: I have never felt so unwanted! ::runs off bawling:: Washu: wow. I never knew he was so sensitive. Bulma: yeah. You should see him when we watch Days of our lives Washu: well I had better continue the story. VEGETA COME BACK! ))))))) OK intermission over!
