Disclaimer: you already know I don't own anything
A/n: this is my fourth fic so…yeah. Anywho…ON WITH THE STORY!
Bulma looked across the table to where her husband was seated. She enjoyed watching him eat because it was the only time you wouldn't see him scowling, merely because his mouth was too full to be able to see one of his usual devilish smirks.
Vegeta had noticed Bulma's little staring session and decided to question her. "What are you looking at, woman?" He scooped up another helping of what looked like, well he wasn't sure what it looked like.
"You just look very handsome when you eat." She batted her eyelashes flirtatiously then turned to her baby son to clean up some of the dribble.
"Humph." Was his only reply. After a few moments of silence he finally responded but changing the subject. "This food is disgusting! You need to learn how to cook."
"Well if it's so disgusting then why are you on your sixth helping!?" Bulma stated defiantly.
"I'm only eating this crap because this the only thing to eat!"
"That's not true and you know it! If you don't like it then you can start making the meals. I have better things to do anyway." She was really starting to get peeved at her husband.
"It's not my job to cook, it's the woman's job! The woman is supposed to cook, clean, take care of the kids, and please her husband whenever he wishes to be pleased." Bulma was really starting to get angry now. He was going too far!
"You have no idea what us women go through!" At this point you could practically see the steam coming out of her ears. " Maybe on your planet the women were treated like shit but here women are treated better and I for one do not want to be your slave!" Bulma stood up not even up lifted her son out of his high chair then stocked furiously upstairs.
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Bulma had finally gotten Trunks to sleep, after what seemed like hours. She on the balcony that was just outside her and Vegeta's room, taking in a quick rest before she had to encounter her husband again. He had no right telling her that women should do whatever the man told them to do. He had no idea what women went through.
She looked up toward the night sky when she noticed a shooting star. It's worth a try I guess.
"I wish Vegeta could experience what it's like to be a woman." She opened up her eyes and decided to go back inside.
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Vegeta turned the knob on the shower faucet. He reached for a towel and wrapped it around his waist then stepped out of the shower. He wiped the steam off the mirror so he could admire his well-sculpted chest, like he did everyday. His eyes widened as he took a double glance.
"WHAT THE-!!!!!!!!!!!!"
A/n" what do you guys think. Alalal please review
