Hey ppl. Sorry for not updating last Sunday. Just got back from vacation.
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Bulma walked with a huge tray of food piled on top to Vegeta's room, struggling to open the door; she felt a tap on her shoulder.
"Do you need some help?" an irritated voice asked.
"But… I thought… you were… in your room…" she stuttered. He moved around her and opened the door, walking in.
"Well, I am now, so give me my food," he ordered.
"Your highness…" she said sarcastically, dumping the tray into his hands. She exited the room, shutting the door with unnecessary force. Vegeta rolled his eyes and sat the tray down, happy to finally have his food…
Bulma mumbled about certain idiotic bakas, walking along the hall. She looked behind her for a brief moment, thinking she'd heard Vegeta's door open when she ran into someone.
"Oh, sorry," she mumbled, looking up to see who it was. She smiled. "Yamcha! Hey!"
"Hey babe! I came over to see if you wanted to take a walk. I'm having a real boring day," he said.
"Well," she said proudly. "This is one of the most exciting days of my life! I'll fill you in on the way there!" she said.
Unknown to her, a pair of eyes where watching her from behind a barely ajar door…
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Bulma had just come back from her walk with Yamcha. She'd told him all about learning that she was adopted, to the space alien landing in her backyard. She decided to start looking at the ship. She grinned. Finally, she'd be able to get a close look at the technology.
She was half way across the yard when a voice called out to her.
"Woman! I'm hungry!" a voice barked. Bulma closed her eyes, praying for patience, and wheeled around.
"I told you my name is Bulma! Don't call me woman!" she yelled.
"Well, that's what you are, aren't you?" he asked. She glared at him.
"Of course it is."
"Well, if you don't like woman, then I'll call you Onna," he declared, turning around to wait in the kitchen.
"Ask my mom!" she yelled after him. "I want to look at your ship!"
"I don't care what you want! And besides, she's not your mother!" he yelled back. Bulma frowned, wondering how on earth he knew from the start. She felt rebellious and decided to just look at the ship anyway.
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She was inside the ship, looking at the indented control panel, when she heard a stomp from behind her.
"Woman, I told you to make me food," Vegeta growled.
Without turning around, she replied, "And obviously I'm not going to make it, so ask my adopted mother." Vegeta just growled.
"Oh, yea. I want to get a closer look at that thing on the ceiling, but I'm going to need a ladder. Can you get me one?" she asked. She looked up at the ceiling, which was about 20 feet above the floor.
"Why don't you just fly up there?" Vegeta asked, acting as if she were stupid.
Bulma looked at him in the same manner. "What do you mean fly up there? People can't-" She stopped as she watched Vegeta levitate up to the ceiling and inspect the thing up there.
"I don't see anything wrong with this," he said. She just gaped at him.
"What? Haven't you seen someone fly before?" he asked.
"Uh, no. Nobody on this planet can fly," she said, going underneath him to see if he had special boots on.
Vegeta just sighed. Another insignificance. He picked her up and flew her to the ceiling.
She screamed.
He clamped both his hands over his ears.
"AAAIIIIIIEEEEE!!!!!!" rolling his eyes, he grabbed her by the shirt collar and picked her back up again. "PUT ME DOWN!!! PUT ME DOWN!!" she screamed.
"ALL RIGHT! ALL RIGHT!" he yelled back "Just stop screaming! I have sensitive hearing!" She immediately stopped screaming as soon as he put her down.
"Are you gonna let me help you look at the ship or not?" he asked impatiently.
Bulma eyed him suspiciously.
"That's all you're gonna do?" she asked.
"Yes!" he said, patience wearing thin. "Can we hurry up!? I'm hungry!" he said.
Bulma smiled. She made a mental note to make him food whenever he wanted it. Then, together, they inspected the ship.
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Yes, I know. Short. Much longer chapter up next Sunday.