A Match Made in Heaven

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Chapter 7 ~ A Cooking Lesson

Vegeta stood there motionless. He had not expected Bulma to pass out in the middle of the hall on him. With a sigh, he heaved the suitcases into his room. Turning back to his personal slave, he gently picked her up off the floor and carried her into the room that had been prepared for her. When he set her on the bed, he returned to retrieve the suitcases and place them quietly next to the closet. Not quite knowing what to do, Vegeta turned and left, to go and train.

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When she opened her eyes, Bulma realized that she was not in her bedroom. She sat up quickly, looking around. Bulma was lying on top of a regular sized bed with a beautiful blue comforter with matching wallpaper and curtains. The adjoining bathroom had the same kind of décor. The carpet was exceptionally soft and was a mauve color. Bulma peeked out of the bedroom to see what the rest of the apartment looked like.

The mauve carpet continued out of her room and throughout the rest of the apartment. However, the blue color had diminished and it was now a dazzling sea green. The walls were all the same sea green color. The rest of the apartment was at least twice the size as Bulma's original apartment. There was a large dining room with exquisitely carved wooden table and matching chairs. The dining room was connected to a magnificent kitchen filled with double ovens, a gigantic refrigerator/freezer combo; cabinets filled with any possible thing that could be needed to cook. Leading from the kitchen was a living area with state of the art technology for entertainment, largely over-stuffed couches that matched the mauve color with fluffy green pillows adorning them. This living area was what let to a hallway where the bedrooms could be found.

She had already explored her own, and there was only one other room that she just had to see: the master bedroom. She slid the door open a crack, just to make sure that nobody was in there. When she discovered it was empty, she pushed her way in and flicked on the light. The master bedroom was magnificent. The green that had decorated the rest of the apartment had just gotten darker, to almost a forest green. The furniture was a dark brown wood that was intricately carved. The bed was neatly made and several large pillows covered the head of the bed. The bathroom had a giant mirror that was above the sink. Behind the sink was the shower. The shower had green tiles about up to about a foot and a half off the floor, and from there to the ceiling was large glass blocks (y'know… the ones that distort your vision). Damn… my bathroom isn't like this! Bulma bit her lip. She snapped off the light and re-entered the master bedroom.

Vegeta was standing in the doorway as she walked back into the bedroom. She did not notice him as she kept the dreamy look on her face.

"You like what you see?" he smirked as she jumped.

"I… I was… j-just, uh…" she stammered.

He walked until he was standing right in front of her, looking at her face, which she had directed elsewhere. "Just what?"

"Looking," she stated flatly.

He smirked again. "Move and get out of my bedroom."

She scurried by him as he slammed the door behind her. Sighing in defeat, she made her way back to her own bedroom and plopped down on the bed. The white noise of the shower running through the walls lulled her to sleep.

Unfortunately, her sleep was rudely interrupted by a sharp push on the shoulder. She snapped her head up to look into Vegeta's ebony pools as he spoke. "Get up. You are my personal slave and I expect you to do everything that I tell you. Get your things unpacked… now."

Bulma scrunched up her eyes as he walked out of her bedroom. She mockingly mouthed the words 'unpack now' as she walked over to the suitcases. Her closet was one place she had forgotten to explore. Her mouth dropped open as she opened the door to reveal a closet that had to been the size of her old room. There were already some clothes in it that weren't hers, but there was definitely still room for her things. She had been so used to packing and unpacking that it took Bulma about a half an hour to finish unpacking all her clothes and shoes into the closet. It took another fifteen minutes maybe to get the rest of her cosmetics into the bathroom.

She slid out of her room and made her way into the living room, where she found Vegeta indulged in one of the entertainment devices. He did not even look up as he acknowledged her, "There's a chicken in the fridge."

Yeah… good for the fucking chicken, she thought as she stomped off towards the kitchen. In the kitchen, she threw open the door to the fridge and pulled out a packaged chicken. Opening the package, the juice from the chicken coated her hands and her lip turned up at the taste and feel of an uncooked chicken. Holy shit, Chichi! How the hell did you do something like this and… enjoy it? She slapped the chicken onto the counter and quickly washed her hands. Madly searching through the cabinets, she looked for a cookbook since she had no idea what she was doing.

Finding one, she looked in the index for a chicken recipe:

Lemon Oregano Chicken

Ingredients

1 (3-4 lbs) chicken

1 lemon

1 Tbs. Butter, softened

1 Tbs. Oregano

Salt to taste

Optional: white wine and/or chicken stock

Directions

Preheat the over to 400 degrees. Thoroughly wash the chicken and pat it dry, inside and out, with paper towels. Cut the lemon in half and rub the chicken all over, squeezing one-half of the lemon into the cavity. Sprinkle the chicken with salt and then rub the skin with the softened butter. Put some of the oregano inside and then distribute the rest over the skin.

Place the chicken in the roasting pan, breast-side down. Squeeze the second half of the lemon over the chicken and put it into the oven. After 30 minutes, turn the chicken onto its back and roast for another 30 minutes or until the skin is dark-golden and crispy. You can deglaze the roasting pan with white wine and or chicken stock to make a tangy gravy.

Servings: 4

She looked at the chicken. Bulma picked it up and looked all over it. Where the hell is the fucking cavity if I'm supposed to wash this thing inside and out. And what the fuck is a goddamn Tbs.? She shrieked in surprise as the chicken was pulled out of her hands. Vegeta had been standing in the door watching her sad attempts to figure out how to roast a chicken. Finally sick of her pathetic attempts, he decided to show her what to do.

"Watch me, woman. I'm only going to show you this once… then you're gonna have to figure out how to cook by yourself." His hands dug in and cleaned out the chicken (you know… all the giblets and the heart and stuff they give you… blech). He set the chicken back down on the counter, set the oven to 400 degrees, and grabbed a lemon from the refrigerator. Taking a knife out of its holder, he sliced the lemon in half and squeezed one half into the empty chicken. Following the recipe, Vegeta quickly showed Bulma how to clean a chicken and prepare it.

He flipped the chicken and reset the timer for another 30 minutes. "When that goes off take it out of the oven. I expect you to be able to make dinner tomorrow night, so get your ass working during the day to figure out how this stuff works."

She ground her teeth together and balled her hands into fists. Yeah… you'll be getting a little more than toilet water the next time around.

**AN:

The recipe is real for all those who care… exact word for word if you feel like taking note of it… but if not… oh well, you're loss of a damn good recipe

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