When Purple Bunnies Attack

(Words) = thinking

Disclaimer: I'm sorry, I forgot to do this in the prologue. I do not own anything. Simple as that.

"Unngghh, damn fucking sun". As you can see, the saiyajin no ouji wasn't a morning person. After 10 minutes of trying to block out the sun's rays and go back to sleep, Vegeta finally had enough and rolled out of bed. After stretching his muscles and cursing the sun one last time, Vegeta made his way downstairs and began to do the first thing on his daily to do list: annoy Bulma for food.
Meanwhile, Bulma was enjoying a nice, hot morning bath. "Ahh, nothing like a hot, soothing bath full of bubbles to make a women feel refreshed." In fact, Bulma's bath was so relaxing; she could feel herself begin to slip back into dreamland. As her eyes drooped further and further, she noticed something fuzzy hop onto the bathtub ledge. Now, in Bulma's current state of mind, she didn't seem to find this alarming. But she did notice something strange. (Strange, it looks. purple. Oh well, whatever) Sadly, she didn't seem to notice this purple fuzzy thing was staring at her bubble covered chest with a crazed look in its eyes, a crooked smile on its face, and drool dribbling down its chin. Because she didn't notice any of this, Bulma continued to slip further and further into a peaceful sleep. (This is so relaxing. I can't keep my eyes open. It's so peaceful, so calm, so soothing, so.)

"WOMAN! YOU, KITCHEN, FOOD, NOW! AND BE QUICK ABOUT IT!"

. 'Sigh' (Of course. I'm surprised it lasted this long). Now fully awake, and with another sigh, Bulma managed to pull herself out of the tub, wrap her body in a towel, and walk out of the bathroom. Funny, the purple fuzzy thing was gone too.

After 30 minutes, Bulma finally made it downstairs, fully dressed. She was greeted by a very hungry and irritated saiyan. "Geez, woman, could you have possibly taken any longer?" Vegeta said, voice filled with sarcasm and annoyance. Annoyed herself now, Bulma replied mockingly, "Geez, woman, could you have possibly taken any longer." Vegeta glared at Bulma. "Never mock the saiyajin no ouji". "Never anger the one cooking your food." ".?" " That's what I thought." And with that, Bulma started to make breakfast.

"WOMAN! How do you always manage to mess up something as simple as making breakfast every fucking morning?!" "My name is Bulma, jackass. And you have no room to talk. You probably couldn't make toast!" "Says the one who caused an entire kitchen consuming fire by simply putting bread in a stupid toaster!" That fire was SO not my fault. The toaster was defective!" " Oh, it wasn't the toaster that was defective. You dropped the piece of bread in the fucking grease in the frying pan and still put it in the toaster." " Hey mom, hey dad. What's for breakfast?" " SHUT UP TRUNKS, STAY OUT OF THIS!!" screamed Bulma and Vegeta in unison. Trunks rolled his eyes. " Love you too." Bulma returned her glare to Vegeta. " Look, your highness," voice dripping with sarcasm, "you demand that I fix you food everyday, the least you could do is appreciate it!" Vegeta snorted at this, trying hard not to just burst out laughing. "Ha, me appreciate this crap you call food?! Pssh, thanks for the laugh." Bulma grinded her teeth in anger. "Vegeta." she began in a deadly low whisper. But before it could go any farther, a rumbling sound was heard. " Seriously, guys," Trunks said, while holding his aching stomach, " What's for breakfast, I'm starving." Leave it to a hungry saiyan to halt an upcoming fight with his stomach. So with a final glare towards the ouji, Bulma turned around and continued to fix breakfast.
"Dig in." said Bulma, with a smile on her face as she placed the last plate of food on the table. Vegeta and Trunks just stared. "What?" Bulma asked, worried. "What's wrong?" Vegeta and Trunks continued to stare at the table. "Mom," Trunks whined, " I said I was hungry, not suicidal." "What do you mean by that?" Bulma inquired, starting to get annoyed. "My gosh," whispered Vegeta, truly astonished, " now I've truly seen everything. I mean, good golly, are eggs SUPPOSED to be green?" " Actually, I think its more of a purplish color, myself" replied Trunks. " And look at the pancakes. I thought pancakes were soft, and flat." "Yeah, and I thought pancakes were a golden-brown color." With each insult, Bulma turned redder with rage. "What the hell, is that sausage moving?!" " Oh hell no, I don't think so!" "Disgusting! I refuse to eat this shit! I mean, damn! Even the coffee is crap, or is that really coffee?" " Not to mention." Finally having enough, Bulma exploded. "ENOUGH!!!!" Silence filled the room as the two saiyajins slowly turned their heads to a very pissed off Bulma. After a few minutes though, hunger came back to the saiyajins full force. " Mom, can I just go over to Goten's house and eat breakfast with him" Vegeta saw this as his opportunity as well. "Good thinking son. I'd rather put up with that baka, Kakkarot and his onna, then even look at this scary shit any longer." Bulma's eyes turned red.

Oh, when will men learn? NEVER tell a woman her cooking is bad.

Some time later, Bulma's father, Dr. Briefs, made his way into the kitchen. " Good morning, Bulma dear, how's this lovely morning treating you?" When Mr. Briefs made it into the kitchen, his jaw dropped in shock. What was once a kitchen, was now a seemingly world war 3 destruction site. It was hard to tell the room was a part of the house, let alone what it used to be. Bulma looked up from the morning paper, and smiled at her father, as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. "Oh, its okay. Just your basic morning. So, how's yours?"

".?"

(Damn it, not again)

Hi everyone! Hope you liked Chapter 1. I can't promise, but I think I'll be able to put up chapter 2 by next Friday. Well, till then. Ja ne!