Disclaimer: I don't own a thing

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.

Ok people, I know I've got these chapters coming pretty quick but I've been thinking about making this for a long time, so keep up and as always, enjoy!

Oh, and in that last chapter, let's just say the camera suddenly disappeared from Gohan's hand and reappeared in the closet.

Grocery Shopping

"Ugh! This stupid human contraption!" Vegeta yelled, trying to figure out how to hook her in. "Umm…Uncle Vegeta, your supposed to stick seat beat thingy in the little hole right here on the seat" Pan pointed out. "Oh," 'Very smart, much more saiyan than any quarter-breed', Vegeta hooked her in, "Brat, this moment…(looks her in the eye)never happened" "Okay!"

Vegeta closed the passenger door, walked to the Drive side, and opened the door. (ring), 'what the?', {ring}, Vegeta looked around trying to find the sound. It was coming from the car phone. He picked up the receiver and put it to his ear. "Veggie-chan, are you there?" "Woman, are you there?" "Don't call me woman!" "Don't call me Veggie-chan" "Look Vegeta, I need you to go to the market, you saiyans ate up ALL the food and I need you to get some more" " I will NOT, the Prince of Saiyans is no delivery boy!"

"Don't argue with me Vegeta, you're going to that market!" she demanded. "As soon as you make me, human" "Ok, don't go, but you better come quick and say goodbye to your gravity room because I'm going to BREAK IT!" "FINE WOMAN, SEND ME THE STUPID LIST!!!!" "Don't yell at me!". Bulma faxed him the list(the car has a fax just in little fax just in case you didn't know), "Now get everything on the list, bye" She hung up.

"Little whore" he said, slamming the phone down and starting up the engine. "What's a whore?" "My wife, be sure to tell her that too" "Okay!" Vegeta backed out of the drive way and drove off. "Were gonna be making a stop at that place that sells food" "u mean the grocery store?" "Whatever" 'Look at me, talking to a child! Come to think of it, she's developing almost as fast as I did, well, as far as intelligence goes, I was MUCH stronger at her age' he thought.

After driving around town, they finally came up to one. "There it is!" Pan exclaimed as she pointed to the store. "I CAN see brat" he stopped at the red light. "Don't call me brat, I am not a brat." "Don't call me Uncle, I'm not an Uncle, especially yours" "Shut up…you old hag!" "what? Old hag?" Vegeta laughed "Is that the best insult you got? Besides, a hag is an woman, baka" "I'm not stupid you old…how old are you anyway?" "48" "No you're not" "How did you come to the conclusion that I wasn't" "You don't look like your 48" "You don't look like your smart but we all get shocks once in a while" he smirked as the light turned green.

He drove up and turned into the parking lot. He parked in the 3rd row. He grabbed the list. "Come on brat." Pan gave him a glare, the one he's usually using. "You may be ugly but you're not scaring me" He said as he got out the car and walked over to her side and opened the door. "I am NOT ugly, you are!" Vegeta unhooked her, "Just shut up and come on" He picked her up and she put her arms around his neck, resting her head in the crook of his neck.

He walked in. "Now what does that wrench want out of here" he muttered, getting a basket and putting Pan in. "Milk, eggs, bacon, biscuits, I'll go left" "You can find those in the same place Uncle Vegeta" Pan said. "Really brat, where?" "On that end" She pointed to the right. He hmphed. "Might I ask how you know this?" "I've been shopping here before" "oh…yeah…whatever" Vegeta, defeated, turned to the right. Pan smiled, knowing she beat him. 'Defeated by a child, I'm getting AND dumb on this rock!'

That was a pretty nice chapter, I must say, don't you think?

Read and review please! Good comments, bad comments, whatever, I'm no softie. But beware, I strike back at bad comments!

Vegeta and Trunks forever…and Goku and Gohan too I guess, they're cool, a little too NICE for my taste, no offense to anyone, but they're cool.