The next morning, Bulma was laying in her bed. Alone. She was single now.
'Single?' She thought. 'Single. How long ago is it that i was really
single? Five years or so?'
She got dressed and went downstaris. To her surprise, there where no dirty dishes on the table. Instaid, they all where washed and on the counter. Well, almost all. One plate was shattered, but thats not so bad. 'Did he actually have ketshup with his breakfast?' She thought. As she walked closer, she saw that the ketshup was on an knife next to the sink, witch was still filled with red coulered water, on a towel, and on the gound. 'On the ground?' She thought. 'Hey, it looks like a trail.' As she followed the trail, she wondered why there was a trail of ketchup thrug the kitchen, into the living room. 'Is it really ketchup?' She thought. 'It couldn't be that Vegeta had cut himself while doing the dishes, right? Well, if he did, it couldn't be that bad, only his finger or so.' Then she saw him. He was looking for something, with his hand wrapped up in an other towel. "What happned?" Bulma asked. "Nothing." Vegeta mumbled. "I just cut my hand." "Okay. What are you looking for?" "A frist-aid kit." "I'll get you one." Bulma said as he walked back into the kitchen. "Here." Bulma said while she tossed him the kit. "Thanks." Vegeta mumbled as he took the towel of his hand. There was a gigantic cut across his handpalm. "Here let me help." Bulma said as she walked towards him. "I can handle this." Vegeta said. "I'll help." Bulma grabbed his wrist. Vegeta pulled back. "Dont be such a baby." She said as she pulled his wrist back to her again. "What's that?" "Nothing. Just a scratch. Nothing I can't hanlde." Vegeta hissed. "Okay, soot yourself." Bulma yelled. 'Arrogant bastard.' 'Bitch.'
'Sometimes he's really a gerk! Actually, not sometimes, all the time!' Bulma thought to herself.Â
'Annoying woman! Always trying to make me do everything her way. Blast her!' Vegeta thought. 'Can't she just leave me alone? Can't those stupid humans be alone for a few minutes? Why do they insist on tormenting me?' By now, the bleeding had stopped, and Vegeta went back outside. He walked towards his gravity machine, when he heared the woman shout "You'd better clean up you mess, or i'll distroy your precius gravity machine!" "Shut up woman! Can't you see i'm trying to train here?" Vegeta yelled back. "Go and claen it yourself!" "Fine, i'll leave the mess and wreck your machine. I'll not fix it untill the blood is gone!" 'Stupid woman. I can fix the machine myself.' "Fine!" "Fine!" Bulma walked back into the house. 'Man. Can't that monkey take care of himself? Do i have to do everything for him?' She thought.
Dinnertime at the Capsule Corp.:
"He monkey, dinner's ready!" Bulma yelled. 'Still broken?' She thought with a laugh. That afternoon, just after the fight, something in the gravity machine broke. It wouldn't go higher as 10 times gravity. "Blasted machine!" Vegeta had yelled. That didn't fix it, so Vegeta tried. And tried. And tried. And was stiil trying. In fact, Vegeta was still working on it that moment. 'Stupid Vegeta. Doesn't he know he needs this? Who took that out?' Bulma though with a grin while she looked at the chip in her hand. The door slammed open. Quikly, Bulma hid the microchip. "Blasted Machine! You and your stupid human technologies!" Vegeta yelled. "Blast you all!" "Well, well, you can't fix it after all, can you?" "Just wait and see! I'll fix it! i'll make it ten times better as you can ever do!" "Yeah right." "Shut up." Vegeta said. "Where's my dinner?" "It's microwave dinner tonight." Bulma said as she took her meal out of the microwave. "I'll toast my own." Vegeta said as he grabbed a cold meal from the pile. 'Thank God mom had bought 25 meals. That's enough to feed a small army. Or a sayin.' Bulma thought. 'How does this thing work?' Vegeta thought. 'I could ask her. NO WAY! where did that thought come from? I'm not going to ask her! Looking at these stupid humans, the machine should be really easy to control.' Vegeta pushed a few numbers and then the start button. "Shut up!" Vegeta shouted as Bulma began to laugh. "I'll blast your head off!" As Vegeta turned to his meal, the microwave peeped. Bulma started laughing again, at the site of Vegeta, jumping up in the air, scared of a microwave. 'A microwave, of all things!!' She thought. Vegeta opened the machine, and moved a step back in disgust of the hiddeus smell coming from the macine. By now, Bulma was rolling on the floor with laughter. "Shut up woman!" Vegat yelled. 'This is not going to work.' Vegeta thought. 'I Could just eat her meal. Or make her make me a meal... That just might work.' "Then you do it!" Vegeta yelled. "It's your machine, make it work!" "Shore." Bulma said, carefull not to push her luck. "Give me the meal." Vegeta handed her the burning, smoking thing that was still in the microwave. Quikly, Bulma threw it in the dumpster. "Now, give me a new one." "Get it yourself!" Vegeta said. "Fine, make your own dinner then." Bulma said as she sat down to eat her meal. Vegeta dropped a frozen meal in front of her. "Here." He said. "Now put it in the machine." Bulma said. Vegeta grabbed the meal, almost threw it in the microwave and shut the door. "Now, push the button with one minute on it three times. You think you can do that?" "Of course! i'm a prince. I can do almost everything." Vegeta said. "This one?" "Yes, that one." Bulma said. "Did you push it three times?" "Yes." "Now, push the start button, okay?" "Yeah, then what?" "Just be patient. when the counter hits zero, your meal's done." *About two and a half minutes later* PING! Vegeta opened the door and grabbed his meal. "AUCH!" Vegeta screamed as the meal dropped to the floor. 'It's hot silly!" Bulma started laughing agian. 'This is going to be a small mael for him, and a funny one for me!' she thought.'Stupid sayin!'
She got dressed and went downstaris. To her surprise, there where no dirty dishes on the table. Instaid, they all where washed and on the counter. Well, almost all. One plate was shattered, but thats not so bad. 'Did he actually have ketshup with his breakfast?' She thought. As she walked closer, she saw that the ketshup was on an knife next to the sink, witch was still filled with red coulered water, on a towel, and on the gound. 'On the ground?' She thought. 'Hey, it looks like a trail.' As she followed the trail, she wondered why there was a trail of ketchup thrug the kitchen, into the living room. 'Is it really ketchup?' She thought. 'It couldn't be that Vegeta had cut himself while doing the dishes, right? Well, if he did, it couldn't be that bad, only his finger or so.' Then she saw him. He was looking for something, with his hand wrapped up in an other towel. "What happned?" Bulma asked. "Nothing." Vegeta mumbled. "I just cut my hand." "Okay. What are you looking for?" "A frist-aid kit." "I'll get you one." Bulma said as he walked back into the kitchen. "Here." Bulma said while she tossed him the kit. "Thanks." Vegeta mumbled as he took the towel of his hand. There was a gigantic cut across his handpalm. "Here let me help." Bulma said as she walked towards him. "I can handle this." Vegeta said. "I'll help." Bulma grabbed his wrist. Vegeta pulled back. "Dont be such a baby." She said as she pulled his wrist back to her again. "What's that?" "Nothing. Just a scratch. Nothing I can't hanlde." Vegeta hissed. "Okay, soot yourself." Bulma yelled. 'Arrogant bastard.' 'Bitch.'
'Sometimes he's really a gerk! Actually, not sometimes, all the time!' Bulma thought to herself.Â
'Annoying woman! Always trying to make me do everything her way. Blast her!' Vegeta thought. 'Can't she just leave me alone? Can't those stupid humans be alone for a few minutes? Why do they insist on tormenting me?' By now, the bleeding had stopped, and Vegeta went back outside. He walked towards his gravity machine, when he heared the woman shout "You'd better clean up you mess, or i'll distroy your precius gravity machine!" "Shut up woman! Can't you see i'm trying to train here?" Vegeta yelled back. "Go and claen it yourself!" "Fine, i'll leave the mess and wreck your machine. I'll not fix it untill the blood is gone!" 'Stupid woman. I can fix the machine myself.' "Fine!" "Fine!" Bulma walked back into the house. 'Man. Can't that monkey take care of himself? Do i have to do everything for him?' She thought.
Dinnertime at the Capsule Corp.:
"He monkey, dinner's ready!" Bulma yelled. 'Still broken?' She thought with a laugh. That afternoon, just after the fight, something in the gravity machine broke. It wouldn't go higher as 10 times gravity. "Blasted machine!" Vegeta had yelled. That didn't fix it, so Vegeta tried. And tried. And tried. And was stiil trying. In fact, Vegeta was still working on it that moment. 'Stupid Vegeta. Doesn't he know he needs this? Who took that out?' Bulma though with a grin while she looked at the chip in her hand. The door slammed open. Quikly, Bulma hid the microchip. "Blasted Machine! You and your stupid human technologies!" Vegeta yelled. "Blast you all!" "Well, well, you can't fix it after all, can you?" "Just wait and see! I'll fix it! i'll make it ten times better as you can ever do!" "Yeah right." "Shut up." Vegeta said. "Where's my dinner?" "It's microwave dinner tonight." Bulma said as she took her meal out of the microwave. "I'll toast my own." Vegeta said as he grabbed a cold meal from the pile. 'Thank God mom had bought 25 meals. That's enough to feed a small army. Or a sayin.' Bulma thought. 'How does this thing work?' Vegeta thought. 'I could ask her. NO WAY! where did that thought come from? I'm not going to ask her! Looking at these stupid humans, the machine should be really easy to control.' Vegeta pushed a few numbers and then the start button. "Shut up!" Vegeta shouted as Bulma began to laugh. "I'll blast your head off!" As Vegeta turned to his meal, the microwave peeped. Bulma started laughing again, at the site of Vegeta, jumping up in the air, scared of a microwave. 'A microwave, of all things!!' She thought. Vegeta opened the machine, and moved a step back in disgust of the hiddeus smell coming from the macine. By now, Bulma was rolling on the floor with laughter. "Shut up woman!" Vegat yelled. 'This is not going to work.' Vegeta thought. 'I Could just eat her meal. Or make her make me a meal... That just might work.' "Then you do it!" Vegeta yelled. "It's your machine, make it work!" "Shore." Bulma said, carefull not to push her luck. "Give me the meal." Vegeta handed her the burning, smoking thing that was still in the microwave. Quikly, Bulma threw it in the dumpster. "Now, give me a new one." "Get it yourself!" Vegeta said. "Fine, make your own dinner then." Bulma said as she sat down to eat her meal. Vegeta dropped a frozen meal in front of her. "Here." He said. "Now put it in the machine." Bulma said. Vegeta grabbed the meal, almost threw it in the microwave and shut the door. "Now, push the button with one minute on it three times. You think you can do that?" "Of course! i'm a prince. I can do almost everything." Vegeta said. "This one?" "Yes, that one." Bulma said. "Did you push it three times?" "Yes." "Now, push the start button, okay?" "Yeah, then what?" "Just be patient. when the counter hits zero, your meal's done." *About two and a half minutes later* PING! Vegeta opened the door and grabbed his meal. "AUCH!" Vegeta screamed as the meal dropped to the floor. 'It's hot silly!" Bulma started laughing agian. 'This is going to be a small mael for him, and a funny one for me!' she thought.'Stupid sayin!'