Vegeta walked into the kitchen after a hard workout and sat down, a damp towel around his neck. He used a corner of it to wipe the sweat off his forehead then looked around angrily.

"Woman! Where's my BREAKFAST!" he bellowed, angry that his favorite meal of the day wasn't awaiting him as it usually was. Bulma appeared in the kitchen, a scowl on her face. She took a deep breath.

"Fix it yourself," she said. Vegeta wasn't sure he heard her right.

"What?"

A growl issued from somewhere at the back of Bulma's throat. "I SAID, fix it your-SELF," she said, making each syllable loud and clear.

"You dare to stand up against me?" Vegeta asked disbelievingly. Bulma took another deep breath and scrunched her eyes tight, as if trying to calm herself down.

"Vegeta. You want breakfast. You fix it. YOURSELF" she said, her voice tight. Vegeta didn't quite catch the tone of her voice.

"What is wrong with you? Fix me my breakfast!"

Bulma snarled in an almost feral way and stomped to the refrigerator slamming the door open. Vegeta frowned. What was WRONG with her today?

Bulma walked to the table and slammed down a packet of bread and a jar of marmalade so hard that the jar cracked.

"There. Fix it yourself"

"This is BREAKFAST?" Vegeta scowled.

Something snapped in Bulma. By the strange look on her face, Vegeta knew he had gone too far. The woman stormed to the refrigerator and banged the door open so hard it flew off its hinges. Before Vegeta could react a piece of cold ham slapped him in the face.

"What the-"

"YOU WANT BREAKFAST?" Bulma screeched, hurling cold food at her husband at an abnormal speed. "HERE'S YOUR BREAKFAST!"

Vegeta ducked as a frozen chicken soared over his head, just whapping his hair. Bulma paused for a while, panting.

"Are you all right?" Vegeta asked, slightly alarmed but trying to cover it up by sounding concerned. For an instant Bulma seemed to go back to her normal self.

"Yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry, I'm just not feeling in a good mood today… I'm fine"

Vegeta smirked. "Good. Then you can fix me breakfast"

Bulma froze and her face turned to the floor, so Vegeta couldn't see her expression. Her whole body twitched and she slowly clenched her fists.

Uh oh… Vegeta thought and started to edge toward the door. With a snarl that Vegeta would have been proud of if he hadn't been having a heart attack and being scared out of his life she grabbed her husband savagely by the shoulder and hair.

One minute later Vegeta found himself trussed up in steel –how Bulma had managed to bend it right around him had completely amazed him- in a cold dark cellar next to his bound and gagged son.