Okay, Chapter 2! Oh ya, I forgot to put the Disclaimer note down, opps. Well, it's not like I have to. I'm pretty sure you guys know that I'm not the owner of DBZ. And if you did…well…you might want to see a doctor about that then. One more thing, I was wondering why I only got reviews from registered people. Then I realized that I forgot to disable the 'no anonymous review' button. Um…sorry about that.

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. If I did, it would be mostly about Vegeta and that would be a great disappointment to other DBZ fans that like the other characters better. (This will be the only Disclaimer note.)

Bulma wakes up to the smell of pancakes, which could only mean one thing. It's Sunday, the day before her big meeting at Capsule Corporation. She got dressed and headed down stairs to the kitchen to eat her breakfast. Her mother was next to the stove cooking and her father was reading the newspaper while Vegeta was eating his breakfast. She took a seat across from Vegeta while rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Vegeta looked up and just stared at her face for a few minutes.

"What?"

Vegeta snaps out of his trance and gets back to eating.

'That was weird.'

"Good morning pumpkin. Are you ready for the meeting tomorrow?"

"Yes daddy, I am."

Her mother turns around with a plate of pancakes as soon as she hears her daughter's voice fill the room.

"Morning my little sunflower. Would you like some breakfast?"

"Sure."

"Here you go, eat up. I want my little girl to get all the brain food she needs. Oh honey, did you have a rough night last night?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh… um… nothing dear. Just finish eating your pancakes."

'Okay, that was also weird.'

Bulma caught Vegeta staring at her again.

"Why do you keep on looking at me?"

"You haven't a clue, do you?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Vegeta just smirked and went back to eating. After Bulma finished eating she went back up stairs to take a shower. As she looked into her mirror, she realized why Vegeta and her mother were staring at her oddly. She was still in her cloths from yesterday except they were all wrinkly, her hair was frizzy, she had mascara stains all over her face from crying, her skin was very pale, she had bags under her eyes, and her eyes were blood shot. Her dad was to busy reading the newspaper to notice. She stared at her reflection with a horrified expression.

'Is that me? I can't believe I cried over that ass hole. He's not worth the trouble.'

She took off her clothes and put them in her hamper. She turned on the shower and got in without checking the temperature. It was cold, but she didn't seem to notice. She just stood there in the shower for a half-hour thinking of the grim future with her so-called trusted boyfriend. She finally snaps out of her trance and gets out to dry her self-off and got dressed. She puts on blue jeans and a red tank top while putting her hair up into a ponytail. She heads down stairs to her lab, but unfortunately runs into Vegeta.

"Woman, I expect my dinner to be ready by the time I return from my training."

"I'm going to be working all day, so you're going to have to ask my mother to make it for you."

"Your harpy of a mother is at one of her flower club meetings, so you will be the one cooking for dinner."

"Well, I don't feel like doing it so y-"

"I didn't say you had a choice in the matter."

"And if I refuse?"

"Do you think it wise to mess with a hungry Sayain?"

Bulma recalled what happened the last time she did not feed Vegeta. He kept on shooting ki blasts at every thing she owned until she finally agreed to make him food.

"Fine."

She starts to walk away when she was stopped by Vegeta's voice.

"This time woman, make it edible."

'Oh that's it!'

She mumbles a few curse words and changes her direction from the lab to the front door. Vegeta does his usual smirk and walks to the GR. Bulma heads to her drive way and pulls out a capsule containing a black motorcycle. She taps her foot while waiting for the smoke to clear. She gets on the motorcycle and speeds away.

> > > > >

Vegeta was doing his one fingered handstand push-ups when his stomach began to grumble.

'Just a few more.'

"998, 999, 1,000"

He does a back flip and commands the computer to put the gravity back to normal. He leaves the GR and heads to the kitchen and finds Bulma writing some numbers on a paper, but to his disappointment, no food. He growls and enters the kitchen.

"Woman, I thought I told you t-"

"Before you start screaming your little head off, let me explain why you see no food. I was out around the city all day going to different restaurants getting their phone numbers and their menus. I put each restaurant on speed dial. Here are the menus I got. Just read them and whatever you feel like having, just press the number of the restaurant that has the food you want, tell them what you want, and tell them to put it on C.C. bill. The food should arrive within the hour. Now you won't have to suffer from my awful cooking and I won't have to see your ugly face as often. So we both get our ways. Is that good enough for you?"

"For once you did something right."

"One more thing, since you were so engrossed into that movie you saw last night, I went and searched in my family's movie library and found a movie you might like. Here you go."

Vegeta eyed her weirdly and cautiously took the movie from her hand. It was called 'The Patriot'.

"Since you've finished training for the day, I brought you this movie so that you would have something to occupy yourself until the food arrives."

"Very well, woman. Your assistance is no longer required at the moment. You may leave now."

"Oh, thank you oh so much your majesty, it has brought my family and I great honor to serve you. If you need anything else, PLEASE don't hesitate to ask."

"It's about time you learned your place, woman."

"I was being sarcastic."

"I already knew that. You don't need to explain yourself to me. You might hurt your puny brain from thinking to hard."

"Oh, Vegeta. I didn't know that you cared, that is so sweet."

"Woman, I don't 'do' sweet and I don't care for you."

"Whatever."

"That's your answer to everything when you can't think of anything else to say."

"Oh, shut up."

Bulma left the kitchen and went to her lab to finish the prototype for the meeting tomorrow. Vegeta took the menus and looked thru them to see what would satisfy his Sayain hunger until he realized that Bulma cut him off in mid sentence and called his face ugly. He turned around, but Bulma had already left.

'I'll get her later.'

> > > > >

About an hour later, Bulma finished her prototype earlier then expected so she decided to go watch some TV before bed. As she exited her lab, she heard screaming. Bulma followed the sounds into the house and it led her to the front door. She saw Vegeta firing little ki blasts at the delivery guy like they do in western movies to make them dance. Vegeta was laughing his head off in a maniacal kind of way.

"Vegeta! What are you doing!"

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Well, stop it!"

"Fine, he was getting boring anyway."

Vegeta started to aim the ki ball at the man's heart. The man stood still in horror while pissing in his pants. Bulma went wide-eyed and slammed the door before Vegeta could fire. The ki ball disintegrated and Vegeta gave Bulma a questioning look.

"Why were you going to kill that poor man?"

"You told me to stop it."

"Ya, so?"

"I was going to blast him so he would stop."

"That's not what I meant!"

"Humph."

"Why were you shouting at him in the first place?"

"He came and dropped the food off, but he just stood there staring at me. I told him to get lost and yet he still sat there staring at me. He lifted his hand up in front of my face and rubbed his fingers together. So I started shooting ki blasts at him so he would go away and that's when you came in."

Bulma stood there thinking for a few seconds.

"Oh, he wanted a tip! I forgot to give you money for the tip! Poor guy."

Vegeta grunted and picked up his food and took it to the couch so that he could watch the movie Bulma suggested and eat at the same time. Bulma started to giggle.

"What's wrong with you, woman?"

"Nothing, I just thought it was funny when the guy wet his pants and ran off screaming bloody murder."

She giggled again and Vegeta smirked.

"I'm going to make some popcorn, do you want anything?"

"Milk."

Bulma walks toward the kitchen and says, "Yes, I would like to have some milk please. Oh, of course you can have some milk Vegeta. Thank you Bulma. You're quiet welcome Vegeta. Bulma you're too kind."

Vegeta snorted and turned to the TV.

About ten minutes later, Bulma returned with her and Vegeta's food items. Bulma saw plates upon plates of used plastic plates to the right of Vegeta.

'Man, he eats fast.'

She sat on the couch and handed Vegeta his milk. He swallowed it all in one gulp.

"Popcorn?"

Vegeta thought for a few seconds and replied with a grunt. She sat closer to him so that he could reach the bowl of popcorn. They sat silently thru most of the movie. When there was a battle scene going on, Vegeta was laughing when he saw some guy's head get blown off. At some point in the movie, Vegeta felt something on his shoulder. He turned his head and saw that Bulma was sleeping with her head on his shoulder. He was about to shove her off, but suddenly changed his mind. He watched the rest of the movie and turned it off. He got up to go to bed while Bulma's body slowly slid down until it hit the soft cushions of the couch. Vegeta was about to head upstairs when he suddenly stopped. He looked like he was having a fight inside his head. He sighed in defeat and went back to the couch. He gently picked up Bulma and carried her up stairs to her room. Everything in her room was either light blue or white. He placed her under the covers of her bed. He stood there for a few moments looking at her face and moved a few strands of hair away from her closed eyelids. He finally left her room and went to his own, which was right next to hers. Everything in his room was either dark blue or black. He took off his clothes and put them in the hamper that was provided for him with all the other stuff he used. He slipped himself under the dark blue covers of his bed and lay there, staring at the ceiling thinking of what came over him. He shrugged it off and went to his dreamless sleep.

Okay, chapter 2 done. I once again apologize to you guys for forgetting to disable the 'no anonymous review' button. I feel really bad about that. I hope you guys don't think I did that on purpose, because you all have the right to give your opinion whether you are a registered member or not. Well, if you don't want to give me a review, then that's fine. I probably deserve it for my stupidity. I hope I didn't loose any readers.

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Okay, well, until next time, farewell! (Fades into the darkness.)