Hiya! Again!

Welcome to the second chapter of LOCKED IN! (Screachy music plays)

Emiko: Trunks stop trying to play the Violin!

Goten: Yes! Please!!!

Trunks: Why?

Emiko: (ignores) Goten, gimmie a dollar.

Goten: Okay (Gives Emiko a dollar)

Emiko: Okay, DBZ owners! If you wanna sue me for using your story, FINE but all you'll get is a dollar. BECAUSE THAT'S ALL I HAVE!!! (shakes dollar furiously in the air) Oh yeah, I don't own DBZ.

Last Chapter I do realize that Vegeta was a bit OOC, but I tried to fix it this time, I'd appreciate any ideas on the 'aggressiveness' subject. This is my first Bulma/Vegeta fic in DBZ so, yeah.

ON WITH THE FIC!!!

LOCKED IN

The two sat in the living room very uncomfortably. The steal seemed to block off the intena for the T.V. so they were without cable. The radio signals wouldn't go though the metal either, so they had no music. Bulma had got out a book and read it. Another book and read it. She was currently in the middle of her third book and it was close to three in the afternoon and Vegeta had skipped lunch. That is not normal for a Sayjin, but he was so bored that not even food kept him occupied.

Vegeta finally snapped. "THIS IS TORTURE! SAYSOMETHING WOMAN!"

Bulma sat down her book and looked up at him. "Let's play a game."

"ANYTHING let's just do SOMETHING!"

"How about, Spin the Bottle?" Bulma suggested. Now Vegeta had only been on this planet ten months and had to be taught a lot of things, he knew what Spin the Bottle was, and how you played it.

"But the only two people here," Vegeta said loosly.

"Exactly," seduction in her voice, she moved toward Vegeta and pushed him in his chair. He stared at her in shock as she straddled his legs in the white armchair. She leaned down and claimed his mouth as hers for the whole of what Vegeta thought was eternity. When eternity unfortunately came to a stop, Vegeta only wanted a thousand more eternity's spent kissing her.

Her hands slid down to unbutton the shirt he was wearing. When she got to the third button, she softly asked, "Vegeta, what are you doing?"

Vegeta laughed at the remark, "You tell me," and captured her in another kiss.

She escaped him, "Wake-up," she said.

"What?" Vegeta asked slowly.

"Wake-up!" This time he felt a hit on the back of his neck and he sat up suddenly, the surroundings around him slowly coming back into his conciseness.

He and Bulma were fully dressed, much to his royal displeasure.

"It's almost five! You've been asleep for almost nine hours! I've finished THREE books! You should be awake for me to talk to!" She yelled at the groggy Say-jin before her.

"Fooooood . . ." he wailed.

"Oh my, dear, sweat, Kami! You are just like a baby! Eat and sleep, that all you do!" she ranted her way into the kitchen.

Vegeta followed her. His inner child whined for food, "Not true!" he argued.

Bulma raised her eyebrows at him.

"I talk and train and fight," he stuttered.

"Oh, how talented!" Bulma insisted, sarcasm rich in her voice.

"Leave me alone, I'm hungry!" His voice was in a monotone as he hit his head on the table. That was when the table cracked and broke in two. "Oops." Vegeta said slowly.

Bulma laughed. She went over to the drawer and pulled out a bunch of Capsules and searched though them. "Ah Ha! Eureka!" She said as she popped a Capsule and a brand new table popped out. "Try not to break this one!"

"Uh-huh," Vegeta said slowly.

"You really are hungry? Aren't you?"

"Uh-huh," Vegeta said slowly.

"You are exactly like Goku."

That hit him. NO way was he in ANY way be like Kakarott with the exception of they were from the same planet. He was Vegeta! The Prince of ALL Say- jins! Kacarott was a mere COMONER! How dare she compare himself to that . . . that . . . oh . . .

Vegeta stood up and faced her. "NO way am I ANY way like Kakarott! With the exception that we are from the same planet, we have nothing in common! I am Vegeta! The Prince of ALL Say-jins! Kacarott is a mere COMOMNER! How DARE you compare me to that . . . that . . . oh . . ." he ranted, he let off steam and started punching and kicking the wall.

"You know that wall is indestructible right now, right?"

"I don't care!"

"I'm sorry," Bulma said reaching in the cupboard for a silver packet, "It's just, Goku ues't to do that too. Whenever he was hungry, no matter where we were, he'd sit down and whine; 'fooooood'."

Vegeta stopped kicking the wall when he heard her laugh. 'Oh, so now she's laughing at me?'

"Listen," Vegeta said, "It is not my fault that Say-jins need more food than the average being! I don't even know why!" Then he spotted the silver packet. "Please say we're not having Pop Tarts for dinner," he begged.

"Nope," Bulma said. She opened the packet to reveal two square plots of, well, no one could describe it. "Since your SOOOOOOO hungry, you can have half of mine.'

Vegeta was looking at her like she was crazy. How could two whole meals come from the two tiny squares of the silver packet.

"Are you crazy?"

"No," She said opening the box above the oven.

"Okay," he said as she placed the squares in the box and pushed start.

Bulma looked at her watch, and counted, "Five, four, three, two, one, DONE!"

Vegeta blinked.

Bulma bent down and opened the box. Out came a whole meal. Turkey and Stuffing, all sorts of vegetables and fruits and a huge bowl of rice. The dinner came complete with desert. New York Style Cheesecake.

Vegeta's mouth watered.

"Go ahead, eat."

Vegeta dived to the platter and ate with no disregard what so ever of table manners. He was eating on the floor. He had just started on his Cheesecake when he finally started talking.

"How you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Make dinner in about five seconds."

"Oh, The Say-jin feeder 500. My newest invention. Dehydrates."

"Oh, well, it's good."

"Are you going to say thank-you?"

"No."

Bulma's mouth shot open.

"You called me Kakarott." He said.

"No I didn't!"

"Yes, you did!"

"No I didn't!"

"Yes, you did!"

"No I didn't! I called you GOKU not Kakarott. There's a difference."

Vegeta rolled his eyes an 'Humph' was heard from him.

All the dishes were loaded into the dishwasher and everything was clean from Vegeta's mess on the floor. The two roommates headed up the stairs to go to bed. Vegeta was having a very strange debate with himself.

'You idiot, Kiss her,' his mind told him to do.

'No you idiot.' He argued back, 'I will NOT fall for her.'

'But your falling anyway,' his mind insisted.

'Yes, but NO! And that's final!'

'Awe, you weirdo,' whined his mind.

'Shuddup'

"Good night, Monkey!" Bulma called from down the hall.

"Don't call me Monkey!" he shouted back.

"Why not? You still need a nick-name!" she insisted.

"I already said you could give me a nick-name, but please make it good!"

"Monkey is good."

"No it's not!

"Yes it is!"

"Something different!"

"You've said that to everything!"

"GOOD NIGHT BULMA!" He found himself saying in disgust.

Okay, Second Chapter up!!!

Thanks for all the reviews!!! They make me feel all warm inside. Literally.

Child of the Ancients: Thanks for Reviewing!!!

Mrs. Trunks' Mom: Thanks for the review!!! Do you think I did better with Vegeta in this one? I've never really made him aggressive around Bulma and Trunks ya know? The show never shows their private life, so ya never know.

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