Thud

Vegeta lazily opened one of his eyes as a tiny plastic shoe hit him between the brows. He was currently on the floor, lounging on his side with an arm propping his head up, trying and failing to keep his eyes opened. He squinted down at the source of the projectile.

"Woman, put some damn clothes on."

Bulma, clad only in her underwear, huffed at her husband's blatant disinterest, "That's what I'm trying to do, but I can't get the box I picked open! That's why you're here! I get it- this is boring for you- but you don't have to be so dramatic about it!"

The problem was that the prince wasn't trying to be dramatic. Despite his strict sleep schedule and general restlessness, he was feeling abnormally worn out. He would never admit this, however, and convinced himself it was simply the boredom of acting as a glorified babysitter to his wife… at the same time, it wasn't like he hated spending the day with her…

"Vegeta!"

His attention snapped back to his now concerned looking wife. She cocked her head to the side, "What's the matter with you today? Are you sick? You're acting weird and kinda freaking me out."

He grumbled an offhand "I'm fine, woman." and reached for the box she seemed particularly interested in. It had taken the heiress quite some time to choose from her collection of impulsive merchandise, which lay scattered around an unused room that was now dedicated to the hoard of junk she cultivated from her shopping trips. The Saiyan tore through the excessive packaging, freeing the plastic woman from her prison.

He scowled looking at the figure. Between the platinum blonde hair and icy dead eyes, she reminded him of the female android. The cheery smile on the toy's face was then only thing throwing off the uncanny resemblance. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that two fake humans look grossly alike.

Bulma watched him as she sat on a box, swinging her legs back and forth. With a playful grin, she started ordering him around again, "Okay. Now I need you to strip her out of those clothes for me. Don't worry- you have my permission- so I won't consider this cheating." Her husband rolled his eyes, ripping apart the fasteners and tossing a pink long-sleeved shirt down to his wife, followed by a pair of black pants and a plastic set of shoes. Now that Barbie was naked, the Saiyan threw the doll into a pile of trash in what seemed to be an effort to reclaim his dignity.

"Wow, what a gentleman," Bulma winked up at the Saiyan, "Is that how you plan on undressing me later? I can hardly wait."

Vegeta recoiled at his wife's suggestion. For the most part he enjoyed how perverted his wife could be- after all, Saiyan women had been notoriously forward in both their words and actions. Bulma's shameless ability to provoke both his temper and embarrassment had been a major reason as to why their relationship had started in the first place. However, due to the current circumstances, he just found her behavior to be ridiculous.

"I swear, woman, you are completely insane," he stammered through his words, too flustered to notice Bulma drawing a pocketknife from her discarded lab coat, "what exactly do you think I could do with you? I mean you're… I'm… it…" he let out a growl, frustrated he was wasting his time trying to explain himself to such an obscene human, "There is nothing in the multiverse that can come between you and your obligation to act like a vulgar-" he was cut off by a tiny bra hitting him between the eyes. For someone so uncoordinated, she sure has impeccable aim when it comes to hitting me in the damn face!

Looking down at his miniature wife, the Saiyan was shocked to find that she had swiftly transformed the oversized clothes into a stylish outfit. She had twisted the pink shirt up into a short-sleeved crop top and turned the black pants into a small skirt. Bulma placed her hands on her hips, lifting her chin at the Saiyan, "Well? What do you think?"

Vegeta would be lying if he said he wasn't at least a little impressed, "How did you-"

"You know, a lot of fashion magazines say I'm too old to show off my midriff, but I mean, I still look incredible and it would be a shame not to flaunt it! Plus I feel like I made this look classy! I definitely would have picked blush over this awful bubblegum pink color though… not trying to trash talk your own shirt, sweetie, but I need something to make me look a bit more sophisticated if I'm going to be wearing a crop top. I guess beggars can't be choosers…"

"Are you holding a knife?!"

Bulma stared blankly at him, "Yea… it was in my pocket when I shrunk."

"Why didn't you stab the cat with it?!"

"Vegeta! That's a terrible thing to say! I could never hurt a poor kitty cat."

He scoffed, "You would have let that beast eat you instead of defending yourself?" Bulma was now ignoring him, slipping into some pink heels while commenting on how small the doll's feet were. She then scurried over to stand in front of her husband, offering him a view directly down into her "shirt," which was definitely favoring her figure.

I was right, there's absolutely nothing capable of stopping her from being so damn vulgar.

Bulma beamed up at him "Well, let's get this show on the road!"

"I swear, Vegeta. I think everything on Vampa is like... one big animal thingy." Goku completely demolished a tray of hors d'oeuvres, ripping them from their skewers and throwing them into his mouth as a server replaced the now empty tray in front of him. He continued, mouth full, "it's like a buncha fuzzy green lakes, but I've only seen the one single monster. It's crazy!"

"Kakarot, swallow your goddamn food before speaking. Broly is practically feral and still manages to act more civilized than you."

The two Saiyans sat at a table on Capsule Corporation's great balcony while Bulma relaxed on top of its surface, debating grabbing one of the snacks Goku was currently inhaling. She was a bit nervous at the idea that she might accidentally get devoured along with them, though, so she sat back. She liked to think that her oldest friend wouldn't eat her, but a few flashbacks to when he first turned into a Giant Ape made her decide not to risk it …

The trio turned around as a gust of wind informed them of the arrival of two particular guests. Whis looked as poised as ever, smiling politely at the two Saiyans as a large purple cat emerged from behind him, already yawning.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen." He acknowledged Goku and Vegeta before turning his attention to the human on the table, "Bulma, I barely recognized you there! What on earth have you been doing to end up in such a state?"

Bulma returned a half-hearted smile, already annoyed with having to own up to her mistake. However, Beerus spoke up before she was able to admit to anything.

"I think it's obvious what happened. Vegeta grew tired of her nagging and finally decided to use the Dragon Balls to wish her to be quieter and more manageable." The god lazily inspected his claws as he continued; "Honestly I didn't think he had it in him. Good for you, Vegeta. Perhaps I will leave here without a migraine for once."

Oh, son of a… Vegeta had to act quickly before his wife could share a few choice words that she no doubt had for the god. He could already see the rage boiling in her eyes and the situation starting to spiral out of control. At the same time, if he didn't defend her he would have to face her wrath later tonight. Both options were terrifying to the prince. In the end, he had to think of the short-term consequences involving Earth's fate and deal with Bulma later.

Beerus wasn't exactly wrong- she was a bit more manageable at this size. Just as she was about to unleash her temper on the oversized cat, Vegeta reached out to grab her in his fist, covering her entire body and effectively muffling her. He turned back to the address the god.

"Er, actually, Lord Beerus, this is just the result of one of her inventions malfunctioning," the Saiyan felt his hand vibrating as Bulma screamed at him from his grip, clawing at his fingers. He was never going to hear the end of this, "It's going to take some time before we're able to fix it, but you know Bulma! This is just a consequence of, uh, being a genius." He doubted his lame compliment would ease her outrage, but it was worth a try.

Beerus replied with an impassive grunt as Bulma finally emerged from his grasp, "VEGETA, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"

The prince cringed as his three-inch tall wife marched towards him. Fortunately for the Saiyan, a guardian angel intervened.

"Apologies for Lord Beerus's poor behavior, Bulma. I'm afraid he just woke up from a very restless nap. He's just been so excited to see little Bulla again!"

Beerus's ears perked up before he whipped around to confront his assistant, "What?! Don't be ridiculous! I'm not here to see that snot-nosed brat! Why would you even say such a thing?!"

Whis blinked back at the cat, looking mildly confused, "But Lord Beerus, you were the one who insisted that we bring a gift and everything." The angel's staff flared before a ball of light appeared next to it. The glow dissipated, leaving a raggedy stuffed animal of a purple cat in its place, "Why, we even made it to look like you! Though, if you ask me, the excessive stuffing makes it favor your brother more."

Beerus growled, a single eye twitching, as he snatched the plush toy from the air. "You idiot! Why don't you just go around announcing it to the entire damn universe?!"

"Oh my," Whis covered his mouth with his hand, "I had no idea it was such a secret, my lord." The assistant attempted to stay serious, but dissolved into laughter as Beerus turned his attention back to the concerned group of mortals.

"Look, I just think that savage demon child of yours might make a good candidate for God of Destruction when I feel like retiring. She seems more qualified for the job than you two buffoons" Vegeta had to resist the urge to roll his eyes as Goku looked up with a mouth full of sushi and some rice on the corners of his mouth. The god gestured to the squishy lookalike in his hand, "This is simply a training partner for her to use for when I am not present," he insisted.

Bulma, forgetting about her grudge from earlier, was now delighted that Bulla would be getting a toy from her beloved Uncle Beerus, "Well my mom is currently watching Bulla, so you'll probably have to fight her to the death if you want to steal her granddaughter away."

Beerus stood up straight, tucking the stuffed kitty under his arm, "I'm sure I can manage that…" he began to walk away while cracking his knuckles, causing Bulma to briefly reconsider sending a God of Destruction to fight her mother. She was sure the blonde would be just fine, though. Beerus's greatest weakness was food, which just so happened to be Panchy's specialty.

Whis turned to the fighters currently watching the purple cat leave the premises, "Well then, how does a bit of sparring sound?"