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don't own anything except my own life. (Wow. . . . . .That's. . .
depressing. . .)
No Way!
Vegeta was waiting for Bulma, lounging on the couch. Her mental scream had been enough to make him think again about killing her, but it's not like :that: would ever happen. He freely admits he loves her, but only to himself. If he ever said that out loud he'd only get stares that would never go away.
Instead, he'd thought about destroying something of hers, something she was very proud of - what better target than her first decent meal?
It'd actually been a bit hard. She looked so proud of herself, and that ham she cooked looked rather edible, and for a second he contemplated just snatching away from her and eating it in one big bite, but then he heard her think:
/Right after he eats the ham!/
And decided, why not?
He torched the thing, sad as it was, letting such good-looking food go to waste, but then again, Bulma could always just give it to Kakarot. He'd eat it, even burnt.
The door opened quietly, almost as though the human didn't want to be noticed. Vegeta chuckled and stood, walking over to the wall and hiding there, even as she poked her head around the corner to see if he was there.
Vegeta grinned and was about to tackle her into the ground, when she jumped from behind the corner and in front of him.
Shaking her head, Bulma 'tsk'ed a few times. "Predictable."
She left him then, calling for Trunks. Vegeta, however, was gaping. Predictable?? Just how did she know he was there??
/You always do that./
Vegeta growled, knowing how he could pay her back. Not while the brats were around, though.
Trunks came running down the stairs chased by a twelve-year-old Bra. Bra was half laughing, half screaming, and Trunks seemed pleased with himself.
He hopped down the last six steps and stopped before Bulma.
"Hi, Mom!"
Just as he was about to run off again, Bra leapt from halfway down the stairs onto his back and Trunks laughed. He put his hands on her knees, the standard 'piggy-back' position.
Bra was laughing her head off, and managed to choke out, "I got you this time!"
Bulma shook her head, trying to remove her smile. "Well, since you're both here, I have some news."
Trunks grinned her way. "You got an A+ in the class, didn't you? I bet you beat everyone else!"
Bra quit laughing. "Class?"
Bulma nodded. "Your father got me to take some cooking classes, and no, I didn't get an A+, but I did rather good. That is, until your father - " she glared towards where Vegeta was " - paid me a little visit and decided to torch my first project."
Trunks, always the loyal son, glared with Bulma at Vegeta. Bra got off Trunks' back and walked over to Vegeta.
"You had a good reason, right?"
Vegeta smiled at her hopeful eyes. "Yep."
"Ha ha!" Bra screamed. She turned to Trunks and Bulma, smirking like Vegeta. "I knew it! Mommy did something! She started it!"
Vegeta laughed and put his hand on her shoulder. Bra, meanwhile, stuck her tounge out at her mom and brother, pulling her lower eyelid down with and index finger.
"Nyah!"
Trunks shook his head. "Is that it, Mom?"
Bulma smiled at HER son, knowing being possessive over their son would also piss Vegeta off. She put her arm around his shoulders and gave him a little squeeze.
"Actually, I have a little treat for you and Bra." She smiled at Bra and motioned that she come over to her. Bra did, only because she heard the word 'treat' and knew that, with Bulma, that always meant something :really: good. "You two are going to come with me."
"To where?" Bra asked. "And how come Daddy's not coming?"
"Because," Bulma said, "it's just for my kids, and I WOULD let you two go by yourselves, but I can't risk you two getting lost."
Trunks was in the process of saying "We won't," when Bulma put her hand over his mouth. Trunks blinked, and began to realize where this was headed.
"And I WOULD let Daddy come too, but he'd scare people away and make big scenes," Bulma continued. "Any other questions?"
"Does this little trip have to do with Dad burning your food?" Trunks asked, serious.
Bulma smiled at him. "How perceptive. If you must know, yes." Bulma kissed his cheek. "You most definitely inherited my intelligence." She looked again at Vegeta, who was seething, knowing already what this meant. "Sorry, Vegeta, but you're going to have to cook for yourself."
With that, Bulma winked at him and left with their children. Vegeta was left growling and his hands were twitching with the urge to kill something.
Instead, Vegeta channeled all his rage into doing something more constructive - like making dinner. He, unlike Bulma, knew how to follow written instructions and as such, he could make a rather good dinner - or so he thought.
He didn't have everything he needed for the meal he was making, so he improvised, hoping that would make up for what wasn't there.
He ran out of a lot the ingredients, either by using too much, or getting frustrated and losing it everywhere. First thing to die in his ministrations - the flour.
He tried to open it like the thing said, but the tough stretchy plastic was inhibiting that. He finally just jerked both of his arms - not meaning to pull so hard - and the bag practically exploded and covered him, head to toe, all along his front.
Vegeta just stood there for a moment, staring blankly ahead, his fingers twitching.
Thoroughly frustrated, Vegeta screamed his rage, not meaning to but still going Super, and destroyed several more ingredients in the process. Getting more enraged at that, he went to level 2, also not meaning to.
Vegeta tried hard to control his power, and tried to think straight. /It can't be all that hard, can it? The woman does it every morning, noon and night! And here I am, seeing her do this for over a decade, and still not getting anything accomplished!/
/Relax Vegeta,/ Bulma thought. /Now you know, huh? Cooking's not all that easy, but it at least gets easier as you go. Try to relax and you won't destroy the house./
Oh, so now she was MOCKING him! How lovely.
/And where did you take the brats?/
/That's for me to know and you to hear from Bra's mouth./
/Stupid little. . ./ Vegeta cut off the link and stared at the mess he made already. It's only been - he glanced at the clock - two minutes?! Two minutes, and already the kitchen looked like it was ravished by Kakarot's mouth!
Growling, Vegeta tried to calm himself, and started to re-organize the random bits of what was to become food.
Once that was done, he found another cook book and flipped through the pages until he found a delectable-looking feast on one of the pages. He found the directions, got out what he needed - improvised half the items - and started cooking, a smirk on his face.
/Just wait until Bulma sees THIS!/
Once the food was in the oven, and the timer set, Vegeta left to sit on the couch. His thoughts drifted over the things he could get Bulma to do as a reward for his newly developed cooking skills.
Vegeta drifted to sleep without even realizing it. When he woke again, it was to a strange smell and a loud beeping.
He opened his eyes and saw smoke. "Fuck!" he swore, and, coughing, he opened the kitchen window - right before the timer went off.
He used his incredible speed to fan out the smoke so it wasn't nearly as thick, and he turned off the buzzer.
When he opened the oven, he saw a charred meal. He growled and pulled it out, burning his fingers. He dropped the attempted meal on the oven, then tried to find the reason for smoke.
Turns out, he left the paper bag from the flour in the oven, and it lit on fire, causing the food to burn and smoke to engulf the innards of the house.
Sighing, he sat down in a chair, looking at what WOULD HAVE BEEN a rather decent meal, though not large enough to feed the whole family - but then again, that's not what the woman said.
He heard a loud screeching outside and lifted his head, waiting for the onslaught of curses to come through the door. Instead, the door opened rather slowly, followed immediately by laughter from the woman and brats.
He heard Bra's voice first - "Did Daddy try to burn down the house?"
"It sure looks like it!" Bulma laughed.
Suddenly there was a thud, then two more, and Vegeta stood up and looked around the corner to see Bulma, Trunks and Bra, all on the floor and having the laugh of their lives at his misfortunes.
Vegeta growled. . .
O.O What is the Saiya-jin Prince - rather, King - planning now? ~_O You'll just have to find out!
No Way!
Vegeta was waiting for Bulma, lounging on the couch. Her mental scream had been enough to make him think again about killing her, but it's not like :that: would ever happen. He freely admits he loves her, but only to himself. If he ever said that out loud he'd only get stares that would never go away.
Instead, he'd thought about destroying something of hers, something she was very proud of - what better target than her first decent meal?
It'd actually been a bit hard. She looked so proud of herself, and that ham she cooked looked rather edible, and for a second he contemplated just snatching away from her and eating it in one big bite, but then he heard her think:
/Right after he eats the ham!/
And decided, why not?
He torched the thing, sad as it was, letting such good-looking food go to waste, but then again, Bulma could always just give it to Kakarot. He'd eat it, even burnt.
The door opened quietly, almost as though the human didn't want to be noticed. Vegeta chuckled and stood, walking over to the wall and hiding there, even as she poked her head around the corner to see if he was there.
Vegeta grinned and was about to tackle her into the ground, when she jumped from behind the corner and in front of him.
Shaking her head, Bulma 'tsk'ed a few times. "Predictable."
She left him then, calling for Trunks. Vegeta, however, was gaping. Predictable?? Just how did she know he was there??
/You always do that./
Vegeta growled, knowing how he could pay her back. Not while the brats were around, though.
Trunks came running down the stairs chased by a twelve-year-old Bra. Bra was half laughing, half screaming, and Trunks seemed pleased with himself.
He hopped down the last six steps and stopped before Bulma.
"Hi, Mom!"
Just as he was about to run off again, Bra leapt from halfway down the stairs onto his back and Trunks laughed. He put his hands on her knees, the standard 'piggy-back' position.
Bra was laughing her head off, and managed to choke out, "I got you this time!"
Bulma shook her head, trying to remove her smile. "Well, since you're both here, I have some news."
Trunks grinned her way. "You got an A+ in the class, didn't you? I bet you beat everyone else!"
Bra quit laughing. "Class?"
Bulma nodded. "Your father got me to take some cooking classes, and no, I didn't get an A+, but I did rather good. That is, until your father - " she glared towards where Vegeta was " - paid me a little visit and decided to torch my first project."
Trunks, always the loyal son, glared with Bulma at Vegeta. Bra got off Trunks' back and walked over to Vegeta.
"You had a good reason, right?"
Vegeta smiled at her hopeful eyes. "Yep."
"Ha ha!" Bra screamed. She turned to Trunks and Bulma, smirking like Vegeta. "I knew it! Mommy did something! She started it!"
Vegeta laughed and put his hand on her shoulder. Bra, meanwhile, stuck her tounge out at her mom and brother, pulling her lower eyelid down with and index finger.
"Nyah!"
Trunks shook his head. "Is that it, Mom?"
Bulma smiled at HER son, knowing being possessive over their son would also piss Vegeta off. She put her arm around his shoulders and gave him a little squeeze.
"Actually, I have a little treat for you and Bra." She smiled at Bra and motioned that she come over to her. Bra did, only because she heard the word 'treat' and knew that, with Bulma, that always meant something :really: good. "You two are going to come with me."
"To where?" Bra asked. "And how come Daddy's not coming?"
"Because," Bulma said, "it's just for my kids, and I WOULD let you two go by yourselves, but I can't risk you two getting lost."
Trunks was in the process of saying "We won't," when Bulma put her hand over his mouth. Trunks blinked, and began to realize where this was headed.
"And I WOULD let Daddy come too, but he'd scare people away and make big scenes," Bulma continued. "Any other questions?"
"Does this little trip have to do with Dad burning your food?" Trunks asked, serious.
Bulma smiled at him. "How perceptive. If you must know, yes." Bulma kissed his cheek. "You most definitely inherited my intelligence." She looked again at Vegeta, who was seething, knowing already what this meant. "Sorry, Vegeta, but you're going to have to cook for yourself."
With that, Bulma winked at him and left with their children. Vegeta was left growling and his hands were twitching with the urge to kill something.
Instead, Vegeta channeled all his rage into doing something more constructive - like making dinner. He, unlike Bulma, knew how to follow written instructions and as such, he could make a rather good dinner - or so he thought.
He didn't have everything he needed for the meal he was making, so he improvised, hoping that would make up for what wasn't there.
He ran out of a lot the ingredients, either by using too much, or getting frustrated and losing it everywhere. First thing to die in his ministrations - the flour.
He tried to open it like the thing said, but the tough stretchy plastic was inhibiting that. He finally just jerked both of his arms - not meaning to pull so hard - and the bag practically exploded and covered him, head to toe, all along his front.
Vegeta just stood there for a moment, staring blankly ahead, his fingers twitching.
Thoroughly frustrated, Vegeta screamed his rage, not meaning to but still going Super, and destroyed several more ingredients in the process. Getting more enraged at that, he went to level 2, also not meaning to.
Vegeta tried hard to control his power, and tried to think straight. /It can't be all that hard, can it? The woman does it every morning, noon and night! And here I am, seeing her do this for over a decade, and still not getting anything accomplished!/
/Relax Vegeta,/ Bulma thought. /Now you know, huh? Cooking's not all that easy, but it at least gets easier as you go. Try to relax and you won't destroy the house./
Oh, so now she was MOCKING him! How lovely.
/And where did you take the brats?/
/That's for me to know and you to hear from Bra's mouth./
/Stupid little. . ./ Vegeta cut off the link and stared at the mess he made already. It's only been - he glanced at the clock - two minutes?! Two minutes, and already the kitchen looked like it was ravished by Kakarot's mouth!
Growling, Vegeta tried to calm himself, and started to re-organize the random bits of what was to become food.
Once that was done, he found another cook book and flipped through the pages until he found a delectable-looking feast on one of the pages. He found the directions, got out what he needed - improvised half the items - and started cooking, a smirk on his face.
/Just wait until Bulma sees THIS!/
Once the food was in the oven, and the timer set, Vegeta left to sit on the couch. His thoughts drifted over the things he could get Bulma to do as a reward for his newly developed cooking skills.
Vegeta drifted to sleep without even realizing it. When he woke again, it was to a strange smell and a loud beeping.
He opened his eyes and saw smoke. "Fuck!" he swore, and, coughing, he opened the kitchen window - right before the timer went off.
He used his incredible speed to fan out the smoke so it wasn't nearly as thick, and he turned off the buzzer.
When he opened the oven, he saw a charred meal. He growled and pulled it out, burning his fingers. He dropped the attempted meal on the oven, then tried to find the reason for smoke.
Turns out, he left the paper bag from the flour in the oven, and it lit on fire, causing the food to burn and smoke to engulf the innards of the house.
Sighing, he sat down in a chair, looking at what WOULD HAVE BEEN a rather decent meal, though not large enough to feed the whole family - but then again, that's not what the woman said.
He heard a loud screeching outside and lifted his head, waiting for the onslaught of curses to come through the door. Instead, the door opened rather slowly, followed immediately by laughter from the woman and brats.
He heard Bra's voice first - "Did Daddy try to burn down the house?"
"It sure looks like it!" Bulma laughed.
Suddenly there was a thud, then two more, and Vegeta stood up and looked around the corner to see Bulma, Trunks and Bra, all on the floor and having the laugh of their lives at his misfortunes.
Vegeta growled. . .
O.O What is the Saiya-jin Prince - rather, King - planning now? ~_O You'll just have to find out!