A/N: this fic is so completely random, I don't understand where I'm going. oh well.
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He woke up from an annoying noise. Without saying a word, he got out of bed, only to be confronted by Chi Chi. The woman gave him an angry look and pointed at his clothes on a chair.
"Either you leave NOW or you start helping me with the chores." she said.
He blinked, barely awake and already being yelled at. "Are you saying-" he couldn't continue because Chi Chi pushed a pile of clothes in his arms.
"Bulma may have thrown you out, but she also spoiled you." She said, crossing her arms and forming something that resembled a smirk on her face.
Vegeta stood up, trying to take a threathening pose. He was nearly as tall as the woman, who didn't seem impressed at all.
"Questions? You should wash these clothes, yes." she nodded and pointed to the clothes in his arms.
He looked down at them, and back at Chi Chi. Suddenly, he was VERY awake.
"If you think I am going to do such menial tasks, you are wrong." he hissed.
"And why not? Even Gokou did these chores, and at least HE had manners!" she replied.
Vegeta snorted. "Kakarot was a third class warrior. And you trained him well." he mocked.
This time, the words didn't hurt so much, as Chi Chi was determined to win this fight.
"You say, because you are so called ROYALTY, you don't have to wash your clothes?"
Vegeta nodded. "That's exactly what I'm saying. I don't need anyone to tell me what to do."
Chi Chi laughed. "You are childish, oh mighty Prince! Besides, if you consider yourself still a prince, then I'm a princess too. And that means.." she said, with a smile as she kicked the remaining pile of clothes, " I'm not doing anything!"
"Fine!" Vegeta stretched and walked right past her. A smirk on his face showed he definately thought he had won this battle.
But Chi Chi wasn't stupid. With a dreamy smile she followed the short tempered prince, knowing that she would have time for herself the next few days. Because she wasn't going to do a single thing around the house.
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"Baka onna" he mubmled and kicked a rock in annoyance.
Vegeta glared over his shoulder at the humming sound that came from behind the house. It was *her*, and she was singing again.
Bulma never did that. She couldn't keep her mouth shut, but at least she didn't sing.
Staring at the pile of clothes left, he sighed.
He couldn't believe he was actually washing his own clothes. And the worst thing was, he couldn't believe he was doing it, while he could have forced the woman to do it for him.
But she was singing, probably lying around and doing nothing.
Holding his own outfit in his hands, he stared in the distance.
"I don't have to do this." he told himself.
"I survived on strange planets on my own my entire life. I managed to become one of the strongest fighters alive. A woman, especially not Kakarots woman, cannot control me."
He balled his fists and smirked. "Vegeta, the Prince of all Saiyans, washing his own clothes. If my father could see me now.."
"Then what?"
Vegeta turned around and raised a brow at Chi Chi, but she just smiled.
"Dinner is ready, if you're hungry."
Of course he was, she thought.
Dinner was silent, and far from comfortable. Vegeta had traded his normal scowl for a death glare, and looked at Chi Chi with nothing but dispise. She cared little for his anger.
That one night, when he accused her of treating Goku like filth, she decided she shouldn't care. She heard him pass her room and call her "Pathetic." And she decided that would be the last time anyone would ever call her weak, or pathetic.
Her sons had moved out, long ago. Her father passed away, too. She was left behind and lived away from the normal world. When Vegeta came, she thought it was a good idea. She needed the distraction, so she took him in. She cooked for him, she treated him like royalty. In return, she got nothing. And that changed her.
"Stop looking at me, woman"
She smiled bitterly. "Chi Chi, Vegeta."
"I know." he grunted and pushed his empty plate towards her.
With a satisfied look on his face he leaned back and watched her start cleaning the table.
Chi Chi could feel his stare, and all of the sudden, she dropped the plate.
He wasn't surprised, anymore. And before Chi Chi could start, he sighed with annoyance and said:
"What? This is too much for you, also? Now I have to clean up my mess and yours too?"
"Oh, you want to start talking again, now?" she replied.
He kept quiet.
She grinned and placed her hand on her hip. "Of course not. No, talking to a mere woman, a weakling human, that would be beneath you. No, having a normal conversation with someone who taught you some basic manners would be the unthinkable. I -"
"Dinner was nice." Vegeta mumbled.
"Excuse me?" she gasped, while a smile formed on her lips.
"You heard me, now shut up." he growled and stood up from the table. Chi Chi didn't know if he was sincere, upset or mocking her. Until she noticed his smirk, when he continued:
"I thanked you for dinner, and now I'll be outside, training. Don't disturb me, you're not interested anyway."
And with those words he left the kitchen. Chi Chi, all giddy because she got an actual "thank you" from the Prince, laughed softly.
"Oh, I got your gratitude, and now you expect me to leave you alone? Who says I'm not interested in your trainings?" she said out loud.
No one replied, of course. But Chi Chi kept smiling and looked outside. Vegeta had returned to his old self and was training in the backyard, on his own.
~
He woke up from an annoying noise. Without saying a word, he got out of bed, only to be confronted by Chi Chi. The woman gave him an angry look and pointed at his clothes on a chair.
"Either you leave NOW or you start helping me with the chores." she said.
He blinked, barely awake and already being yelled at. "Are you saying-" he couldn't continue because Chi Chi pushed a pile of clothes in his arms.
"Bulma may have thrown you out, but she also spoiled you." She said, crossing her arms and forming something that resembled a smirk on her face.
Vegeta stood up, trying to take a threathening pose. He was nearly as tall as the woman, who didn't seem impressed at all.
"Questions? You should wash these clothes, yes." she nodded and pointed to the clothes in his arms.
He looked down at them, and back at Chi Chi. Suddenly, he was VERY awake.
"If you think I am going to do such menial tasks, you are wrong." he hissed.
"And why not? Even Gokou did these chores, and at least HE had manners!" she replied.
Vegeta snorted. "Kakarot was a third class warrior. And you trained him well." he mocked.
This time, the words didn't hurt so much, as Chi Chi was determined to win this fight.
"You say, because you are so called ROYALTY, you don't have to wash your clothes?"
Vegeta nodded. "That's exactly what I'm saying. I don't need anyone to tell me what to do."
Chi Chi laughed. "You are childish, oh mighty Prince! Besides, if you consider yourself still a prince, then I'm a princess too. And that means.." she said, with a smile as she kicked the remaining pile of clothes, " I'm not doing anything!"
"Fine!" Vegeta stretched and walked right past her. A smirk on his face showed he definately thought he had won this battle.
But Chi Chi wasn't stupid. With a dreamy smile she followed the short tempered prince, knowing that she would have time for herself the next few days. Because she wasn't going to do a single thing around the house.
~
"Baka onna" he mubmled and kicked a rock in annoyance.
Vegeta glared over his shoulder at the humming sound that came from behind the house. It was *her*, and she was singing again.
Bulma never did that. She couldn't keep her mouth shut, but at least she didn't sing.
Staring at the pile of clothes left, he sighed.
He couldn't believe he was actually washing his own clothes. And the worst thing was, he couldn't believe he was doing it, while he could have forced the woman to do it for him.
But she was singing, probably lying around and doing nothing.
Holding his own outfit in his hands, he stared in the distance.
"I don't have to do this." he told himself.
"I survived on strange planets on my own my entire life. I managed to become one of the strongest fighters alive. A woman, especially not Kakarots woman, cannot control me."
He balled his fists and smirked. "Vegeta, the Prince of all Saiyans, washing his own clothes. If my father could see me now.."
"Then what?"
Vegeta turned around and raised a brow at Chi Chi, but she just smiled.
"Dinner is ready, if you're hungry."
Of course he was, she thought.
Dinner was silent, and far from comfortable. Vegeta had traded his normal scowl for a death glare, and looked at Chi Chi with nothing but dispise. She cared little for his anger.
That one night, when he accused her of treating Goku like filth, she decided she shouldn't care. She heard him pass her room and call her "Pathetic." And she decided that would be the last time anyone would ever call her weak, or pathetic.
Her sons had moved out, long ago. Her father passed away, too. She was left behind and lived away from the normal world. When Vegeta came, she thought it was a good idea. She needed the distraction, so she took him in. She cooked for him, she treated him like royalty. In return, she got nothing. And that changed her.
"Stop looking at me, woman"
She smiled bitterly. "Chi Chi, Vegeta."
"I know." he grunted and pushed his empty plate towards her.
With a satisfied look on his face he leaned back and watched her start cleaning the table.
Chi Chi could feel his stare, and all of the sudden, she dropped the plate.
He wasn't surprised, anymore. And before Chi Chi could start, he sighed with annoyance and said:
"What? This is too much for you, also? Now I have to clean up my mess and yours too?"
"Oh, you want to start talking again, now?" she replied.
He kept quiet.
She grinned and placed her hand on her hip. "Of course not. No, talking to a mere woman, a weakling human, that would be beneath you. No, having a normal conversation with someone who taught you some basic manners would be the unthinkable. I -"
"Dinner was nice." Vegeta mumbled.
"Excuse me?" she gasped, while a smile formed on her lips.
"You heard me, now shut up." he growled and stood up from the table. Chi Chi didn't know if he was sincere, upset or mocking her. Until she noticed his smirk, when he continued:
"I thanked you for dinner, and now I'll be outside, training. Don't disturb me, you're not interested anyway."
And with those words he left the kitchen. Chi Chi, all giddy because she got an actual "thank you" from the Prince, laughed softly.
"Oh, I got your gratitude, and now you expect me to leave you alone? Who says I'm not interested in your trainings?" she said out loud.
No one replied, of course. But Chi Chi kept smiling and looked outside. Vegeta had returned to his old self and was training in the backyard, on his own.