I know you people are reading cause when I click on stats it says so. So please r and r I wanna know what you think. Oh I changed Vageta to Vegeta that's how it is really spelled, sorry if I ticked someone off by doing that. Anyway my specile thanks goes to Raccly e.r 17 for being my new editor. Whoop and scream! Anyway here is chapter 3 for you all, and have a nice day! Leave hitns or suggestions when you r and r who knows maybe it will just turn up in here.

Chapter 3 Mrs. Briefs deduction

Vegeta began putting away the large some of clothing Bulma had bought for
him. He then hovered just inches above the floor to go eat some food like he
had planed to do that Tuesday. He paused as he saw Bulma stare at her cell
phone. Vegeta's feet touched the floor, and Bulma's eyes shot up.

"It's okay Vegeta." Bulma called out.
"Humph, like I really need your permission to enter the dinning hall."
Vegeta scowled.
"Then why-
"I'm not done talking woman."
"Hey!" Yelled Bulma.
"Don't tick me off woman!" Shouted Vegeta.
"Settle down you two." Mr. Briefs said as he entered the room. "Now what's
all the hullabaloo about?" He asked.
"I was talking to her you twit!" Vegeta shouted.
"Don't make me kick you out of this house!" Bulma yelled.
"If you did that, how would the rest of the city comply?" Vegeta asked
evilly.
"You wouldn't." Bulma gasped.
"I planed on destroying earth; maybe I'll do it slowly this time, just
because of you." He replied with his trademark sinister smirk.
"What do you want Vegeta?" Mr. Briefs asked with fear in his voice.
"I want her to build me a training chamber." He replied.
"In turn will you harm no one?" Bulma asked worried.
"We'll see, the faster you get it done, the happier I'll be." Vegeta replied
eating an apple.

Bulma got up, and ran out of the room with her father. Vegeta shook his head
in disbelieve.

"Like I could do that, I'd kill myself in the process. They call themselves
geniuses." He laughed to himself.

Meanwhile as Mr. Briefs and Bulma worked on the training chamber for Vageta;
Mrs. Briefs came in with coffee and soda.

"I heard you and Vegeta talking. He doesn't seem to be the type to kill all
those people, but I think it's cute how you help him so, and have fights
with him. You're like a married couple, it's so cute." She said.
"Mother…God, you are a space case." Bulma sighed.
"Actually she has a point. She was like Vegeta. Crazy, then I came along
and-
"Dear, that's not how it was." Mrs. Briefs interrupted.

Bulma continued her work on the training room for Vegeta.