Title: Disruption of Love
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z. I'm just a fan writing a fanfic. Please don't sue me.
"Damn," Bulma mumbled to herself. "This is painful." She was in her bathroom, wrapping a bandage around her right wrist, which was sprained. Bulma pulled down her long brown sleeve to her wrist. The sleeve hid most of the bandage, but it was shown between her thumb and index finger as well as her palm. This should do for now, she thought.
Bulma rubbed her wrist as she left her room. "Bulma," Her father said. "I need you to-what happened to your hand?" He stated and tilted his head down.
She looked at her hand. "Nothing, really. I fell off my bed while sleeping and landed on my wrist. So, what did you need me for?"
"Well, I was going to ask you to come with me to a science convention," Mr. Briefs said.
"I'll go with you dad." Bulma said with a smile.
"Not since you injured your hand, Bulma. Instead, I'll take your mother with me. She'll keep me company."
"But dad-"
"No buts," His father interrupted her. "Your arm needs to heal. I'll be living in a week."
"Dad, this is nothing." She waved her injured arm in front of his face. "Vegeta has been more injured then me."
Mr. Briefs rubbed his chin. "Hmm," He said slowly. "Well, good point."
A smile crept over Bulma's face. Yes! I get to go, she thought. "So? Can I come?"
"No, you need to stay and take care of Vegeta. He might blow the space capsule again. Your mother won't know what to do." He ended the conversation and walked down the hall.
Her blue eyes watched him fade away. Her back slid down her bedroom door. She sat on the floor with her head leaning on the door. "Great," Bulma told herself in a whisper. "I'll be living in another day in hell," She sighed heavily.
"Heh, good for you,"
Bulma looked up and saw Vegeta. Her blue eyes glared at him. Why does he have to be so cruel? "What is it now Vegeta? Did you blow up the space ship once again?"
"Does it look like I did?" Bulma rolled her eyes at him. "Go make my food woman." Bulma didn't get up. She just sat that staring at him. "What are you looking at? Go get my food!"
"Vegeta, I'm in know condition to make you your food. My wrist is hurts. If you want food just go grab something in the freezer and heat it up. It's not that hard, really."
He ignored her. "Now woman! Time is wasting!"
"Whatever," Bulma said. She stood up and opened her bedroom. She walked in and slammed it in front of Vegeta's face.
"Woman!" He shouted and pounded on her door. "Go make my food!"
"If it's your food, then why can't you make it?" She waited for a reply.
"Urgh! You and your kind are so impossible to get along with! Come out and make me something to eat. I'm the prince of all-"
"Vegeta, I don't care if you are a prince. I'm not going to make something for you. I'm not in the mood. Leave me alone in peace."
"Woman! How dare you interrupt me! You come out here and-"
Bulma quickly opened the door. "Vegeta, it's kind of a problem when my right wrist is sprained." She shoved her wrist in front of Vegeta's face. "See? I can't cook. If you're so hungry go ask my mom to feed you. Bye," She said and slammed the door once again on his face.