A Match Made in Heaven
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own anybody from DBZ (damn shame, tho).
Oh yeah… by the way, Nimbus brought it to my attention that I used the word girlfriend and I wanted to CLARIFY that it does NOT mean the girlfriend/boyfriend thing, just a girl-friend… duh!
Chapter 8 ~ Revenge is… floor sweepings?
Vegeta smirked as he looked at his room. It was barely dawn and he had decided to get up early to test his new slave. He had thrown clothes about the room and completely disheveled the bed, making it look like a hurricane had ravaged the room. Drawers were open with clothes over flowing, the bathroom lights were left on, with a messy sink covered in soapy water and towels. Pillows were lopsided and one would barely be able to see the floor.
He crossed his arms and left his bedroom, his work there done.
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Bulma felt better already. Her bruises were almost gone and she could go around normally. This morning Bulma felt exceptionally good, even though she had all day to learn how to cook. Ugh… I guess I was gonna have to learn sometime soon. Hey! Maybe I'll go visit Chichi… she can teach me how to cook! Bulma forced herself out of bed realizing she needed to get up to serve the stuck-up snot Vegeta. She made her way through the apartment. Noting a scrap of paper, she picked it up and started reading.
"Woman: the bedroom needs cleaned and I expect some food to be prepared by 6:30 when I will get back from training."
She sneered at the letter, thanking Kami (AN: is there Kami on Vegetasei??) she had all day. Eh… first off to the bedroom. Bulma slowly made her way over to Prince Vegeta's bedroom. When she opened the door, she shrieked at the mess he had made. If this is his way of punishing me, he's got to do better than this! She sniffled disdainfully and got to work cleaning up the bedroom.
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Bulma was proud of herself. She had finished cleaning Vegeta's room in an hour, leaving her the rest of the day to learn how to cook.
"I think I'll go see Chichi… she'll help me." Bulma muttered to herself.
She exited the apartment. As she walked down the hall, she remembered that Chichi had been moved also, and Bulma would not know where to find her. Realizing she would have to ask for help, Bulma tapped on the door to the right of Vegeta's apartment. Bulma smiled happily when she saw the face of her best friend as she answered the door.
"Bulma! Oh Kami, you look so much better!"
Bulma ignored the comment. She broke her smile to speak, "Well, Chichi, how have you been… and who's apartment is this?"
Chichi sighed, turning crimson red. "It's Kakkarots. And he's so sweet, he asks me to do things, doesn't tell me. And…" she bit her lip, "he thinks I'm beautiful."
**FLASHBACK**
Chichi bent over slightly to pick up some of the plates that had amassed in front of Kakkarot. Her eyes flickered to meet his as she straightened up and turned towards the kitchen. She could almost feel his eyes on her back as she placed the dishes in the sink, but what really surprised her was that Kakkarot was standing there with the rest of the dishes in his arms. Chichi smiled gently and removed the weight from Kakkarot's arms (not that he couldn't handle it ^_^), putting those dishes with the others. It unnerved Chichi when Kakkarot did not stop staring at her.
She looked at him. "Is… is there something that you want?"
He blinked, smiling a goofy grin. "It's just that you're so… so beautiful, Chichi."
**END FLASHBACK**
Bulma waved her hands in front of her friends face. "Chichi? Chichi? Vegetasei to Chichi! HELLO!"
The dreamy look left Chichi's face as she shook her head. "Sorry Bulma… I was just thinking about something."
"Yeah… about Kakkarot."
Chichi's mouth dropped open and she playfully smacked her friend on the back of her head. "I don't know what you're talking about," she stated indifferently.
Bulma smirked. "Yeah… uh huh, suuuure. Well… down to business Chich. I'm actually here to learn how to cook. His highness, Vegeta didn't like my cooking last night and I have until 6:30 to learn how to cook something good for dinner."
(*AN: by the way… it does happen to be around 12:30-1 in the afternoon)
Chichi furrowed her eyebrows. "Hmm… I'll see what I can do." She motioned for Bulma to follow her into the kitchen. Chichi opened the freezer to reveal a large amount of frozen meats. She selected on particularly large package and put in a microwave to melt it.
"First lesson, Bulma, always make sure your hands are thoroughly washed before handling any food."
Both stood at the sink scrubbing their hands with antibacterial soap when the microwave beeper went off. Chichi hurried over to the microwave and pulled out the package of meat and started to cut it in slices, removing any form of fat that would not go well with the meal.
"Second lesson is to never stand there watching someone else cook, but actually help them. Here, grab a knife and trim some of this meat."
Bulma grabbed a sharp knife and (following Chichi's movements) helped her friend trim the meat. When they were done trimming and separating the large slab of meat into small pieces (*AN: about the size of the computer mouse), Chichi packaged most of the meat into a bag for Bulma to take back to her apartment.
"Third lesson is to know what you need for what kind of meal. This meat is going to be tenderized, then dipped in breadcrumbs, into some scrambled eggs, and back into breadcrumbs. Then it is going to be fried until both sides are about the color of the wooden furniture."
Chichi reached into a drawer and pulled out a small metal instrument that looked like a hammer, except both sides were flat with little spikes. She started pounding on the meat, both sides, until the whole thing was covered in the little indents of the spikes. Then she heated some vegetable oil on the stove in a pan and threw the piece of meat in after breading it. Showing Bulma how to make sure the meat was properly cooked, Chichi taught her friend how to cook.
"Oh yeah! I almost forgot something!" Chichi ran to the pantry and pulled out some cans of potatoes. "With these… you fry them the same way you did the meat, in the same pan so that you get the extra pieces of breading on the potatoes and they look kind of dirty. Actually… my mother used to make them and then tease me that they were dirty potatoes made with floor sweepings. Of course that was before my father killed her." The smile left her face as she remembered losing her mother.
"It's okay Chichi, he's not here anymore and he can't do anything to you."
The raven-haired Saiyan forced a smile. "I suppose so."
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Bulma left the room with a large bag of slices of meat, a couple cans of sliced potatoes, and a determined look on her face. "Thank you so much, Chichi. Hey… can I come back tomorrow around the same time to get more cooking lessons."
Her friend gave her a pensive glance. "Uh… how about you show up earlier… say around 9 or 10."
The blue-haired Saiyan grinned at Chichi. "Alright, I'm off. I'll see you tomorrow."
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Bulma entered her apartment and dropped the food off in the kitchen. Reaching for the drawers, she searched through them all to find the meat tenderizer (*AN: the hammer-like thing). When she found it, she placed it on the counter and went to retrieve the breadcrumbs, the eggs, two bowls, two frying pans and some vegetable oil. She continued to make the meal just the way Chichi showed her.
As a huge mountain of fried meat piled up on a dish next to her, Bulma finished frying the last piece of meat. There was a tiny dish with a fork and knife next to it because Bulma could not help but snack for the meal was extremely delicious. She set the stove to low and went to retrieve a broom from somewhere in the apartment. He wants dinner… I'll show him a fucking dinner. I'm so glad Chichi told me that story because I know what I'm going to do for that baka! She returned to the kitchen and swept every single corner of the room. She opened the cans of potatoes and dumped them into the frying pans. Scooping the dirt off the floor, she dumped it onto the potatoes and mixed them around.
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Vegeta entered his apartment at 6:30 to be overwhelmed with the smell of meat. He peeked into the kitchen to see Bulma standing at the stove stirring the potatoes in the frying pan.
"Woman! Where's my dinner? I told you to have it ready for me when I got here at six-thirty."
She glared at him from her position at the stove. "What's the matter? Little monkey boy can't wait for his food? Try a little patience, your highness, it could help."
How dare she speak to me, the Prince of all Saiyans that way! "How dare you speak to me that way! You either address me as your highness, or prince! Or else you will…"
"Die an unpleasant death… or wait… how about giving me a fate worse than death. Listen, Vegeta, we both know that you aren't going to do anything to me."
Without warning, Vegeta had his hand around her throat and shoved her against the refrigerator. "You ever disrespect me again and I won't hesitate to send your sorry little ass to the next dimension!" he spat.
Bulma intelligently kept her mouth shut, even though her mind was screaming with insults and comebacks that would probably make the Prince kill her.
Vegeta released his slave and snapped, "Get the food ready now."
It is ready, you royal pain-in-the-ass! She forced a smile and finished making the potatoes. She poured the potatoes into a bowl and carried the bowl and the plate of meat into the dining room where he was sitting waiting. She placed the plates next to him and returned to the kitchen. Bulma went into a drawer and pulled out some silverware for Vegeta and then got a plate and returned to the dining room. As she set the plate and silverware in front of him, she asked, "Would his highness like anything else?"
He frowned. "Yes, a glass of water."
Bulma returned quickly with the glass to see that Vegeta had started to eat. He had already finished one fourth of the meat and was reaching for some potatoes. Bulma had to bite her lip to keep from laughing as she quickly set the glass down in front of him and hurried back to the kitchen. Her head was spinning from trying not to laugh, so she poured herself a glass of water.
About ten minutes later Vegeta called Bulma in from the kitchen. "Get rid of the dishes, now."
Her lip twitched as she forced herself to stay in control as she grabbed the plates, the silverware, the glass, and the empty bowl. Bulma dumped the plates into the sink and turned on the water. Oh… I'll let them soak and I'll clean up later. She rushed into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her, and burst out laughing. Her eyes closed as tears from laughing so hard popped out and rolled down her cheeks.
Vegeta had silently opened the door when he heard her laughter. "What the fuck is so funny?"
Her eyes bugged open as she quickly wiped away the tears. Turning to face her Prince, she replied, "Absolutely nothing, your highness."
He narrowed his eyes.
**AN:
Ew… yuck! I got that from something my mom always used to tease me about when she made that for dinner… blech!
Wow… this chapter was extremely long! I never knew I could possibly get it to be this long!
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Disclaimer: I did not take this title from the author: Angel of the Stars, but I came up with it as I continued through my story before I went to sleep (that's usually when I figure out what I'm going next and I have the perfect scene for the title). Therefore I did not steal the title from the above author and I would like to say that I love your story.
