AN: This is Bulma and Vegeta's chapter: Autumn. I'm sorry if your not English, but I just call bring myself to call it Fall. So for this, autumn will just have to be autumn.

Aki Tatsu

"Autumn Has Come"

Bulma Briefs, heiress of the Capsule Corporation and genius in her own right, was spending her Saturday doing chores. She probably made quite a sight: the world famous Bulma dressed in jeans and a baggy jumper, raking up fallen leaves on the lawn at the back of CC. But honestly, she quite enjoyed the simple activity, pulling the red and gold and orange leaves into the mounting pile at the bottom of a tree.

For some reason, she always ended up doing this every year. When she was little, she and her mother and father would all pitch in, and afterwards them would cook sweet potatoes in the leaves and stay up all night just watching the stars.
It had been a long time since they had done that. Nowadays they were all too busy to sit down, with Bulma and her father always busy at work, preparing for her take over of the company in a few years. And now with Vegeta staying with them… well it just didn't seem like they would have the chance to this year either.

Bulma wiped a hand across her forehead and leaned against the rake. The leaf pile had mounted up pretty high, with the top of the pile level with her waist. She smiled at the leaves. As much as Bulma might dislike the cold, there was no denying that autumn really was the prettiest season; so crisp and full of colour.

"Alright, just a few more and I'll be all done." She said to herself, picking the rake back up and walked across the grass, gathering the last of the stay leaves together and dragging them lightly across the grass.

At the sound of a door opening, she froze, before casually going back to the raking, pulling the leaves to the big pile. Under hooded eyes she watched Vegeta walk out of the small black and white dome in the corner of the garden. I wonder what he's doing out so early? It's not like him to stop training before dark.

She pulled the last leaves into the pile just as Vegeta walked past her. Taking her chance, she spoke to the illusive Saiyan.

"Hey, Vegeta. You're stopping early, aren't you?" She said happily. Vegeta stopped walking, his back to her.

"What's it to you, woman?" He didn't sound too pleased, but then, when did Vegeta ever sound pleased?

"Nothing, I was just wondering."

"Well, don't."

She frowned at him as he started walking again. Spontaneously, she bashed the pile of leaves with the rake, sending a big wad of golden leaves flying after the Saiyan prince.

Vegeta stopped as the clump hit his back, the stray leaves soaring around him in a blast of colour. Bulma laughed behind him.

"Don't be so grumpy, Vegeta." She sang at him, giggling to herself as a migrant leaf clung to Vegeta's black flame of hair.

"You think that's funny, do you?" Bulma stopped laughing. He sounded so serious.

Suddenly, Vegeta flew back his arm, sending a wave of air pummelling into Bulma's pile. Bulma screamed as a wave of leaves hit her body, covering her face with her arms.

When the wind stopped, Bulma looked up. Leaves danced all around her. Vegeta stood on the grass, his body twisted to look at her, a playful smirk on his lips. She laughed and smiled at him.

"Hey, Vegeta? Have you ever had sweet potato before?"