"Vegeta, I'm here! Let's go! Sorry I kept you waiting,"
He didn't even look at me! He was just sitting there, staring at the TV! There wasn't much in it though...just a few food commercials. Suddenly, Vegeta lunged toward the TV and tried to grab the hamburger from the advertisement!
"Darn force field!" he yelled. I couldn't help but laugh! He was hilarious!!!
"What's so funny!?! I'll destroy this force field now!!!" Vegeta readied his fist.
"Vegeta!!! NO!!!" I shouted. Too late. The TV fell down, the screen broken, and electricity flew around. Vegeta's hand was still stuck in the hole he made on the TV screen.
"Ugh!!" he tugged his hand free and stared at the broken thing.
"Where's that food?!"
I couldn't laugh this time. Seeing how strong he was, he might do the same to me! My fear was soon replaced by worry when I saw his hand.
"Vegeta! Your hand!"
"This? It's nothing!" he flared, as if it didn't hurt at all! But it's gotta hurt! Blood was dripping from deep cuts! His whole hand had a purplish color and was swollen.
"I think I better see that," I took a first-aid capsule and threw it on the floor. THOOM! A first-aid kit appeared. Vegeta's eyes grew wide in amazement as I opened the kit and asked him to sit down beside me.
"No!"
"C'mon...let me see your hand,"
"It's fine!"
"I'll give you a burger like the one you saw on TV," I coaxed him. The corners of his mouth twitched and finally, he gave in.
"OOOUUUCH!!! Hey! Stop that! It hurts!!!" he yelped as I began applying some ointments to his skin.
"Stop fidgeting! I can't finish this if you don't stop moving!" I ordered and tugged on his hand.
"Hey! OUCH!" he tried to pull his hand away but I too, pulled it. It became a sort of tug-of-war. Suddenly, Vegeta tugged on his hand too hard...so hard in fact, that I was pulled toward him! He fell flat on his back with me, on top of him.
"OUCH!" we both yelped at the same time. My bossom hurt when they landed on Vegeta's muscular chest. How warm and cozy his body was! For a moment, we said nothing...as if we both wanted to savor this moment forever. I began to close my eyes and smile.
"G...get off me..." came Vegeta's soft whisper which brought me back to reality. I pulled myself away from him and began to blush so furiously that I had to look away. Was Vegeta blushing too? He kept silent as I finished bandaging his hand. He then twisted and twisted it as if to see if it still works. Slowly, I stood up and walked away.
"Where are you going?!" he demanded to know.
"I'm going to the kitchen to get you the burger," I replied. As soon as I arrived there, I opened the fridge and took out a burger patty, some onions, lettuce, tomato and a bottle of ketchup.
"A food box? You didn't tell me you had one!" a gruff voice said behind me. I spun around and saw Vegeta, just a few inches away! He had followed me! How come I didn't hear him?
"It's not a food box, Vegeta. It's called a refrigerator," I answered, amused by his ignorance.
"Regrifegator?!"
I laughed again! I almost dropped the ingredients for Vegeta's burger!
"What's so funny again!?!"
"Just call it a fridge!" I giggled some more and put the ingredients on the table. I took some bread and began making the burger.
"This Regri...fridge is cold," Vegeta observed.
"Of course, it's cold. The cold keeps the food from rotting away. Now close that door before you spoil the food," I sliced the tomatoes. He did as he was told and sat on the chair across me.
"Isn't that done yet?!"
"Patience, please," I began to peel the onions. At that moment, my eyes felt that burning sensation. Tears came pouring down my eyes.
"Hey! What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Vegeta stood up from his seat.
"I'm okay. Onions release chemicals in the air which sting your eyes causing you to cry," I explained, "but...thanks for your concern,"
Vegeta's face flushed.
"I'm not concerned! I'm just...curious!"
I shrugged and continued to prepare the burger. It would be nice if he really was concerned. Finally, I finished and gave the burger to him.
"Bon Apetite!" I kissed my fingers and released them in the air, just like a chef would. He raised an eyebrow. Then, he bit down on the burger. Before I knew it, he had already finished the burger and was asking for more.
"Goodness! You're a fast eater!" I took the plate and put it away. The maids will wash it later.
"I want more."
"Later. I'll be showing you around," I grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the kitchen.
"Hey! That hurts! Ouch!" he yelped. I had pulled on his bandaged hand.
"Sorry," I pulled on the other, "C'mon! I'll show you more things! More food! It's going to be so fun teaching you, Vegeta!!!"
YES! It would definitely be fun...and funny!