A/N: I guess this could be considered a kind of sequel to the second chapter in this series (To Rule A Prince), or it could stand on its own as a one-shot. You can think of it as whatever you like.

Note; I know there are numerous ways of spelling Kakarot/Kakarotto/etc. but I took what I was most comfortable with (from the English animations) and will be sticking to that from here on out.

This short fic is a gift to all my reviewers. I seriously can not thank you enough for all your encouragement. It's honestly helping me get rid of the writer's block that I'd been experiencing for the past few months. So thank you. Seriously. =)

Disclaimer: Would you stop making me say that Dragon Ball isn't mine?

Summary: Sometimes, the most beautiful moments are the simplest ones. Series of one-shots/drabbles revolving around our favourite characters.

Problem Solving

Pairing: Bulma/Vegeta
Genre: Humour
Rating: K+
Word Count: 550
Summary: Bulma finds the perfect solution to her problems.

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"I mean, you already live here," Bulma stated, as if she had completely forgotten the fact that the only reason he stayed on the measly planet was to beat Kakarot.

"And you're my son's father," she added, pointing out yet another reason why she thought that Vegeta should marry her. He refrained from commenting on how the child was a colossal mistake and instead, he grunted, returning his focus to the feast that Mrs. Briefs had prepared for him.

She raised an eyebrow at the figure in front of him. Did he ever do anything other than train and eat? "Are you convinced yet, or should I keep talking?"

He rolled his eyes at her. Nothing that she could say would influence him to participate in something so far beneath his station. He tuned her out for the remainder of his lunch and burped unceremoniously when he was done. His eyes fell on her face, contorted with frustration, and lips that kept moving with words that he was not listening to. Her cerulean eyes revealed a glimpse of the fire that burnt deep within her. It was a pity that she did not use that passion to train. With her brains and abundance of energy, she may have made a great strategic fighter.

"Vegeta!" she yelled after him angrily, stomping her foot childishly when he opened the door to leave.

He cocked his head to a side and responded simply. "I refuse. Go find someone else to bother."

"No way!" she huffed. "I-"

"Woman," he interrupted sternly, turning around to glare at her with his onyx pools. The act effectively silence her, although her glaring eyes spoke volumes to the arrogant Saiyan prince. "I refuse," he repeated, with much more depth than before. "I suggest you take your request to some unfortunate fool who will be willing to comply."

To his surprise, her eyes widened, shining with hope. "Yamcha?" she considered out loud. "Nah," she said, wilting slightly, "That was a permanent breakup." She tapped a dainty finger on her lip as she considered her options. "Who else?"

He was about to tell her to start using her head and stop searching for a man when she gasped and raised her fist in the air victoriously. "I know! Goku!"

Vegeta froze. How dare the woman insinuate that the third level warrior replace him?

Bulma missed the flash of malice that passed through his eyes as she began day-dreaming, a slight blush marking her cheeks. "I know he's a little bit young and naive, but I remember when I saw him after that crazy growth spurt." She sighed pleasantly, making him cringe. "I mean, he was just so handsome. I just knew we had potential."

Vegeta's eye twitched with disgust at her train of thought. Shameless, worthless Earthlings. No sense of loyalty. "Good luck working that out with his wife."

Bulma visibly sunk in realization. "Oh yeah. I forgot that he had a family," she mumbled. "Chi-Chi's not really the type to share, huh? And poor Gohan shouldn't possibly spend any more time without his father."

Vegeta could have breathed a sigh of relief had it not been for Bulma's next statement.

"But it shouldn't be a problem if I clone him, right?" she asked, flashing him a blindingly bright smile.

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A/N: (For some reason, I feel like this is a cause for celebration LOL that's why I'm announcing it). I finally got my first offensive review! Now, I've been prepared for this for a while and was expecting flames about the plot(s) or characters or settings, but I was honestly just amused by this review because it was just so irrelevant! LOL. I won't say more on that but for all my readers: if you don't like what I write you can either a) press the back button, or b) tell me how I can improve. I'm fine with harsh criticism - in fact, I appreciate it! But keep in mind that this is not a place for you to exercise profanity. Offensive language will be reported.

On a side note, do you guys like these stories longer (more than 1000 words in length) or short (like this one)?