Well, it's about time to write another chapter.
Fee: took long enough…
Cir: I'll ignore that.
Well, now I think it's time to start writing. Behold!
Chapter Eight: Vegeta's Other Problem
Vegeta took a revolver and put it in a holster. "How's that Cameron?" Vegeta asked it. "Excellent."
Bulma had an idea to serve a normal dinner, incase it would turn Vegeta from a weapon crazy freak to how he was before he got all those weapons. There was a small chase, but it was possible that it could work.
Vegeta walked into the kitchen, and Bulma saw the revolver. "Do you ever go without any weapons?" she asked.
"No, not really," Vegeta answered.
"Well dinner's almost ready and-" Bulma turned around and saw Vegeta gone. She went into the living room and saw Vegeta on the couch watching America's Funniest Home Videos. "GET BACK IN THE KITCHEN!"
Vegeta sat down in the chair and Bulma poured dinner into bowls. Then, Vegeta was gone to watch A.F.V. again. She dragged him by the hair and tied him to the chair. "I've decided to do a normal dinner," she said. "So, I made beans."
Vegeta's head poked into the kitchen. "Beans?" Bulma looked and saw the ropes were broken and had teeth marks.
Vegeta gobbled down the beans and went back to A.F.V. When the winner wasn't the one he wanted, Vegeta shot the T.V.
Bulma ordered another one to replace the one that had a gapping hole in the centre of it.
Then, she snuck up to her bedroom while Vegeta was doing Trunks' choirs to put her plan into effect. She saw all the guns on the shelves except the shotgun. Vegeta never kept that in the open.
The Saiyan went to his bedroom. Without his powers, he had no clue how to paint the house. Bulma told him to use the ladder, but he didn't know what that was. When he found out what a ladder was, he hit it at the house and made a huge hole in Trunks' room. Instead of fixing it, he sprayed the hose in.
Vegeta went up to see the guns, but he opened the door to find the shelves bare. Vegeta's eyes widened and he began panicking. He staggered and screamed, "WOMAN! WE'VE BEEN ROBBED!"
Bulma walked into the room. "We haven't been robbed Vegeta," she said.
"HOW CAN YOU LOOK AT THIS ROOM AND SAY THAT!" Vegeta screamed.
"Because I hid them."
Vegeta stared at her. His eye twitched. "Where…Are…They…?" he asked in a terrible impression of a calm voice.
"In the closet." Vegeta ran to the closet and turned the knob. It was locked.
"Woman, where is the key?"
"In the dresser." Vegeta ran to that and it was locked.
"Woman?"
"Toilet."
5 hours later…
"Woman, (gasp) where's the (gasp) key for the (gasp) cutlery drawer?"
"The shed," Bulma replied happily.
Vegeta growled. He went from the closet to the dresser to the toilet to the garage to the basement to the dryer to the other drawer to Trunks' room to the power box to the bookcase to the cutlery drawer and now to the shed.
"And where's that's key going to be?" he asked.
"In the closet."
"BUT THAT'S LOCKED!"
"I know."
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH! WHY DID YOU DO THAT!"
"To give you time away from those guns."
"But they must bathe, eat, and most importantly, CHECK THEIR E-MAILS!" Vegeta complained.
"You can check your e-mails," Bulma said.
"I don't know the Bulma said.
Two days later…
Vegeta tried to use brute force to open the closet. He used a chainsaw (but Bulma locked the chainsaws in the shed), a key forger (but Bulma paid them not to serve Vegeta) and a toothpick (She didn't even need to do anything for that).
Vegeta remembered why Bulma didn't care about the guns. She said they were lifeless. "I'll show her they're alive!"
Author: Sorry this chapter took so long. Then again, I am writing three stories at once, so it's pretty explainable. But I'll tell you what's not explainable: How I get these story ideas!