Note: OK! I finished my other story! I can now continue this one! This one shall be my greatest fic yet! MUAHAHAH! I'm OK. Let me just get over myself real quick. Oh! Sorry about the grammar mistakes in the first chapter. I was so excited when I was typing it, I didn't even pay attention to the little green marks! *Slaps my own forehead* I know, I know. How stupid of me! On with the fic!

                                                            To Understand My Fics…

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italics= thoughts if in "", emphasis of word if in normal narrorative sentence (narrorative is not a word)

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            As Vegeta retreated to the table for refuge against Bulma's questions, Bulma dragged her lazy self up to the stove to cook something. She was cooking pancakes (it was 9 am) when she started asking herself questions. She decided to ask Vegeta herself.

            "Um… Vegeta?" she asked, glancing at him in between flipping the pancakes. He just grunted and eyed her. "Why did you pick me to come with you? I mean, there are billions of people on the planet you could have met and chosen, but why did you choose me?" He looked up from the paper he was reading (one he had stolen from Earth to learn about them) and glared at her.

            "Don't ask me that now, woman," he thought. "Not here, not now. Maybe some other day…"

            "Vegeta? VEGETA? Are you listening?" she asked, waving a hand in front of him.

            He woke out of his thoughts with a snap and looked at her. "Huh? What? I'm going to my room," he said, obviously as an excuse to get away so he didn't have to answer.

            "That's weird," Bulma thought, putting her hand to her mouth, brows wrinkled, in a thinking position. "He's never been so off guard before, and why didn't he just answer the question? He probably didn't want to admit he only took me for my money and power, as well as my knowledge of technology. So much for Saiyan Pride!" She snorted at this thought and continued to cook pancakes.

            When it was done, she went rapping on his door. "Vegeta!" she yelled through the closed door. "Breakfast is ready!" Immediately, the door swung open and the Saiyan no Ouji ran out, practically flying to the table. She walked in about two seconds later to see him in that classic Goku position. (I know Goku's not in this, but still. If I use him, you can imagine it better) Knife in one hand, fork in the other, and a napkin shoved slightly down his shirt so the remainder will serve like a bib. And heaven knows he needs one.

            "What took you so long?" he snarled. "I'm starving! Now serve my food!" he commanded like the Prince he is. She rolled her eyes and served his food (as slowly as possible, mind you! LOL). He inhaled it all in about ten minutes. Pretty slow for him, considering he is a Saiyan. Although there were three hundred plates of pancakes sitting on the table, about fifty or so stacked on top of each other, making it look like a city of pancake buildings.

She learned how much Saiyans ate from the first time he came over. She made the mistake of going out to a fast food place. Wipped it clean of it's stock. She basically ended up having to buy the whole restaurant! Not exactly a burn in her pocket, considering she was a multi-billionaire. But it was still quite a shock on her, including the rest of the world. It wasn't easy to cover it up from the reporters. Vegeta offered blasting them, but she quickly refused his offer. She didn't want him having moving target practice right in front of her beautiful house.

Suddenly a spitting noise interrupted her memory. "WOMAN!!!" he roared. "YOU CALL THIS SHIT FOOD?" he asked. When she saw what he was eating, she laughed. There had been about five pancakes left. She told him the other day about putting syrup and butter on it, and he loved it. She recommended using honey, but he was to save that until today. She had made the mistake of leaving her honey-made wax on the table. (You know, girls! Nair products! To wax your legs with! One is made from honey, and it says "Made with water-removable honey" on the front! LOL!) He had mistaken it for honey and had somehow managed to dump it on his pancakes.

"Actually Vegeta," she said in-between laughs. "It's not food!" She was rolling around on the floor, laughing, when it hit him.

"YOU IMBICILE! INCOPETENT FOOL! ARE YOU TRYING TO POISON ME!?" he roared, stomping over to her rolling figure. She started chocking from laughing to hard, so he just stampeded away, muttering about the female species and their evil ways. She slowly got her laughing under control (after about 10 minutes) and had realized he had long before walked away. She clutched her side in pain. You would too, if you had just laughed for ten minutes straight! She became serious again when she remembered she had an important question to ask him. Oh, yes. Very important. She frowned and made her way toward his room.

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LOL. Some of you may think the honey made wax part is a little, um, disturbing. But hey! A girl has just gotta have fun! I know this is suppose to be a sad and tragic fic, but they must have had a little fun before their "incident". Oops! I'm foreshadowing again! *Starts whacking herself in the head* Stop it K.J, stop it! OK! I'm back to normal! Next chappie up soon!