"Move!" Vegeta ordered.
"No, you're not destroying my camera!" Bulma screamed at him, hugging the camera close as if it were a baby.
Silently, she took the film out.
"I said move," he demanded in low voice.
"Why are you so freaked about the picture?" Bulma asked.
"No one is seeing it," he hissed.
Now then, if this was anyone else. He would've already killed the person, gotten the film, destroyed that and gotten on with his everyday life. But noooooo not with Bulma. She gets special treatment, (A/N: Why can't my Food and Nutrition teacher treat me like that? I got writer's block so I stopped writing this chapter for about a week and a half, and in that time I got a B from my Food and Nutrition teacher so things are starting to look up with her!).
"Hand over that film now!" he demanded, stepping forward.
"Get a life Vegeta!"
"Give it to me if you want to keep living yours in this dimension!" Another step forward (A/N: *rolls eyes* Like he's really gonna hurt her).
"Ohhhhhhh, I'm so scared."
"You should be, damn Onna," the Saiyan growled, taking another step forward.
"Why… you!" Bulma screamed, she placed the film on the bed and hid it under some blanket, "Fine, here's the damn camera," she threw the camera at Vegeta with all the strength she could muster. Compared to him it wasn't much as he caught it with ease despite the short distance.
Vegeta opted to just throw the camera at the ground, shattering it quickly.
"And I liked that camera too," Bulma mumbled.
There was silence for a moment as Vegeta studied the ruins of the camera, quickly coming to a conclusion, "Where's the film?"
"What are you talking about?" she asked, playing innocent.
"Where's the film?" he repeated.
"You just destroyed it."
"No, I didn't. All that happened just then was a broken camera," the prince stated, stepping up to the bed.
"But how did you…"
"Give. Me. That. Film. Now," he demanded, using a one-word-at-a-time voice to make sure he got his point across.
"You're not getting that film Veg-head," Bulma replied, as calmly as she could edging back.
"Don't make me repeat myself again."
"No!" Bulma felt her foot go over the edge of the bed and started to panic, "You're not getting it!"
He climbed onto the bed and slowly crawled over to the other side, "Give me the film," he growled, then he felt his knee come into contact with something under the blanket.
"Oh no," Bulma whimpered softly.
He ripped the blanket off the bed in a clean movement and picked up the film faster then Bulma could react.
"NO! Give that back!"
"Could I hear a please in there?" Vegeta mimicked.
She narrowed her eyes in annoyance, then dove at him, lunging at him with all her strength.
He grabbed by the shoulder and just dropped her onto the bed, "You had the courage to attack me? Well done Onna, didn't think you had the guts."
A sudden flash of emotion crossed Bulma's mind.
He had actually complimented her, the Prince of All Stubbornness gave her compliment. The arrogant Prince Vegeta actually gave her a compliment… miracles really do happen everyday.
There was a pause as the brilliant comeback Bulma was suppose to make didn't happen.
"What's wrong?" he sneered, "Your father's cat got your tongue?"
She rose an eyebrow at this, Vegeta knew a human phrase? Was Dende trying to drive her up the wall? The old Vegeta was practically unbearable, but hell, he was the one she fell in love with.
"I think you've been spending way too much time on this planet with humans Vegeta."
There was only one interpretation of that in his mind, "I have not gone soft on this mudball of a planet!"
"I didn't say that!"
"Yes you did! Wait…" Vegeta paused as he stopped to consider any other possibilities in his mind. He had gone straight to the softness reason a bit fast.
"Humans have not grown on me! This stupid planet and its wretched people have not done anything to me!"
"Are you so sure? Backtrack Vegeta, notice what you've said and done in the past. Admit it, if you hadn't of changed so much this planet would already be gone."
Vegeta paused to think about this, taking in his wife's words, "I have not grown soft over the years."
"Yes, you have!" Bulma insisted, "Just think about it! Stop and think about it for a couple measly seconds! When you first came to earth, you were a ruthless warrior. You destroyed your own partner because he showed a sign of weakness. You were prepared to obliterate the planet because you couldn't defeat Goku."
A low growl sounded in Vegeta's throat.
"Just think about it. If you hadn't of helped save the planet then where would you even be today? Could you still be under Frieza's command? Would you even know that the Legend of the Super Saiyan was actually true?"
Vegeta paused, what she was saying was actually making a lot of sense… not that he'd ever admit it.
He got up and went downstairs, taking the film with him.
Bulma's eyes stayed on the open door that he had left when he went downstairs.
What was wrong with him? Worry about that later, for now, get that film back.
She scrambled off the bed and downstairs into the kitchen finding Vegeta silently going through the fridge. Trunks was at the breakfast table with 5 boxes of Rice Bubbles and a carton of milk. Well actually, after seeing his father he was on the ground howling with laughter.
Very weird scene. Whatever happened to Vegeta sitting at the table screaming for the meal? Something Bulma said definitely changed Vegeta in those few minutes.
"Morning Trunks," she said, focusing on Vegeta who was still rooting through the fridge.
He didn't reply, still laughing from seeing his own father dressed like his worst enemy.
To be continued…
