Vegeta's eyes shot open as he awoke. He sat up and noticed a bump in the bed beside him.

"Woman!" He yelled at the lump, "I'm hungry and demand juice for breakfast."

The lump, which was very articulate for a lump, responded in word's that would send this fic's ratings through the roof.

Whoa, The Prince thought, she's in one heck of a mood, better not push it.

The lump finished it's run and ended it with something to the affect of, "make it yourself."

"Fine, I will," Vegeta stormed out and into the kitchen.

He looked around the large cooking area, trying to find a start for his breakfast. He had no idea what he was doing. The saiyan prince had never cooked in his life. He spotted some round orange fruits in a ceiling basket and took them down. He then proceeded to stare at them for several minutes. He probed at it with his ki, nothing. He punched near it and made some threatening gestures, still nothing.

"At least I know it's not alive," Vegeta concluded.

He picked up a...thing, and turned it around. There was a small, green, protrution in the skin.

This must be a stopper to keep the juice in, he thought.

Digging his finger nails in he plucked out the green plug and upended the fruit over a glass. Nothing happened.

He stared into the hole that he had created. No juice, just some weird meaty substance that made his fingers sticky. He discarded this fruit, it was obviously a dud.

He picked up another one. Maybe these things were like eggs, the real stuff held in the inside. He ripped it open. A little juice got on his hands, but not in the glass.

He set this one down and thought it over. I had to apply slight pressure in order to open it, and that got me some juice. Maybe if I squeeze it...

Picking up another of the strange, juice hording things, Vegeta held it in his palm, and using Saiyan, intense gravity trained muscles, squeezed the fruit with all he had.

Juice flew everywhere.

Vegeta stood there for a full minute, eye's closed in discust, sticky juice dripping down his skin and soaking into his clothes. The only sound was the splattering of falled juice. The mangled fruit was crunched in his hand, allowing the last, few, pathetic drops to fall into the near empty glass.

There was a pop of displaced air and Goku appeared in the kitchen. He stared at Vegeta, wondering why the prince was soaked and not moving. Goku took a carefull step.

"Uh.. Vege-whoa!" The Saiyan stepped in the middle of a puddle and fell on his back.

"Whoa, Vegeta," He said, "What happened? It smells like orange juice in here. As a matter of fact.. yum! It is Orange juice! Ya know, this reminds me of a time Goten and I..."

The prince had still not moved, but the babbling Third class warrior got to him, and it was one more thing then he could stand.

He lanched himself at Kakarrot, "DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!!!!!"

After Goku was beaten to a pulp and sent packing, (He he he) Vegeta looked at the small amount of juice collected in the glass. Good enough, he sneared.

Now, the Prince wanted omlets. He pulled out several eggs and studied them.

Now which ones have cheeze and which ones have vegetables.