A.N.: Sorry for the wait...damn writer's block still has me in its clutches...

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ..-sigh-..but if I did...well...I'd have a real blast...

Chapter 5: The beginning of a long journey

Vegeta woke from a very deep sleep to find that the woman was gone. He sensed her moving around the house, so he glanced at the clock; it read: 4:17 p.m.

"Damn," he muttered as he got out of the bed.

He looked around the room and noticed what he hadn't taken in last night. Bulma had opened up the curtains, which allowed the bright afternoon to bathe the room in the warm glow of sunlight. The light reflected off the blue surfaces at many angles, causing him to feel as if he was either underwater or high in the sky. The room also held traces of the mixed scent of roses and lilies he'd come to relate to Bulma.

Footsteps sounded just outside the door, but it didn't bother him, he could sense who it was. The door was pushed open, and in walked the woman.

"Oh, you're up," Bulma sighed in relief.

Vegeta took notice of this, "How long have I been asleep?"

"Four days," Bulma replied, sitting down on the edge of her bed.

"That long? I didn't think I'd used that much energy," Vegeta said.

"And you were the one who said you didn't need rest," Bulma commented, "It seems you were wrong."

"I could have done without it," Vegeta glared at her.

"Well the data says otherwise, and the data isn't wrong; the last four days have proven that," Bulma said triumphantly.

Vegeta knew she was right, but refused to acknowledge the fact, and he left the room.

"HA! I'M RIGHT AND YOU KNOW IT!" Bulma gloated as she fell back onto her now unkempt bed.

There was no reply from Vegeta, just the sound of the refrigerator being opened.

Bulma laughed and stared up at her light cerulean ceiling for a moment before getting up and making the bed.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Vegeta was rummaging through the cabinets.

"Why is it that whenever I look for food, I can never find it?" Vegeta grumbled angrily.

"It's because you don't know where to look," Bulma replied as she walked up behind him.

"What? I've looked everywhere in this damned kitchen!" Vegeta complained.

"Except t he cabinet behind you," Bulma pointed out.

Vegeta turned around and sure enough, there was the only unopened cabinet in the whole room. He cursed under his breath and Bulma laughed.

"Go sit down; I'll fix you something to eat," Bulma pushed him out of the kitchen.

Vegeta went into the living room and turned on the t.v. Once again, there was a blasted cartoon on.

Just as the show was going off, Bulma told him that his food was ready. He didn't reply and kept on watching the show he was so caught up in.

Bulma walked in, "What are you..oh..."

Then the show, which happened to be Full Metal Alchemist, went off and Vegeta snapped out of it.

"Ready to eat?" Bulma asked.

Vegeta merely got up and headed to the kitchen. Bulma rolled her eyes and followed him.

:Skip the kitchen scene:

"You do realize that there are other channels on that t.v. besides the Anime Connection, don't you?" Bulma asked, referring to his recent anime watching habits.

Vegeta shrugged, "I never looked."

"I figured as much," Bulma sniggered, just as the doorbell rang.

Vegeta glared at the door, recalling the last time it had rang, "I'm going out to the GR."

"No you're not," Bulma said firmly.

"And why not?" Vegeta asked furiously.

"Because you just got up from a four-day coma and you only want to go out because you're scared that Goku's on the other side of the door," Bulma replied and crosses her arms over her chest.

Vegeta glared at her and sat down in one of the chairs, muttering something along the lines of 'stupid goddamned wench.'

Bulma rolled her eyes, and opened the door to reveal her parents, "Welcome home!"

(A.N.: Bet you were wondering where they went..)

"Thank you sweetheart!" Bulma's mother said, "And thank Kami we're back! I was soooo bored!"

"Oh come on, the meeting couldn't have been that bad," Bulma laughed.

"You know your mother," her father sighed.

"So, did anything eventful happen while we were away?" Mrs. Briefs asked.

(Note: They left shortly after Vegeta exited the house in chapter three..)

Bulma looked to Vegeta to see if he thought they should say anything. Vegeta shrugged, as if to say 'I don't give a damn.'

"Oh you know, the usual...alien attacks...near death experiences...a coma," Bulma replied nonchalantly.

"That hasn't happened in a while," her dad commented as he hung his coat up.

"Yeah," Bulma agreed.

"Is that is sweetheart?" her mother asked.

"Ye.." Bulma began, but was cut off by Vegeta.

"Actually, we're going to have to locate and destroy the aliens," Vegeta interjected.

Bulma glanced at him with surprise, "We are?"

"Yes, unless of course, you want them to destroy everything you love and cherish," Vegeta replied.

A.N.: god this took forever to write..:kicks the writers block: And this is just a tie-in chapter! Ugh..I'll try to update soon...

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