I don't own DBZ.

Bulma stared at the mailbox through her window from within her warm, dry, comfortable home. She glared at every snowflake that made its way to the window pane, and shivered involuntarily as the wind shook one of the bare trees outside. Kami, she hated winter. From the below freezing temperatures to the stupid Christmas music that always seemed to come out a month earlier every year. Bulma's mission for today: Get the mail... as fast as you can. On any other day she wouldn't give two shits about the mail. Nothing important ever comes for her, and if by some miracle something did then her mother would be more than happy to go fetch it for her. Not today, her parents were gone, and no she doesn't have a mail robot getter thing to do it for her either. She wasn't that lazy, but she's lazy enough not to change out of her shorts.

What? It's my house, I can wear what I want.

After pulling on a hoodie and some boots, Bulma decided that now was as good a time as any. Flinging open the door, she bolted down the walkway, dodging various snowdrifts and patches of ice before reaching her goal. Or so she thought...

"Hiya Bulma!"

"Gwahhh!" Nearly pissing herself with fright, she lost her footing, slipped on some evil ice, and landed ass first on the cold hard ground. "Ughhh, I knew wearing the shorts were gonna come back, and bite me in the ass." She hissed.

"Golly, that was quite a fall. You sure you're alright?" Eddy, also known as the idiot from across the street, apparently has never fallen on his ass in his entire life.

For as long as Bulma has lived in C.C., Eddy has been there to happily wave at her from across the street, send her thoughtful cards for every holiday, congratulate her on every accomplishment she has made known to the public, and to drive her absolutely insane. He really isn't a threat, with his thick-rimmed glasses, his slurred speech, or his increasingly disgusting unwashed hair. She always returns his waves with the one finger salute, sends his cards back shredded, and gladly tells him to fuck off whenever he tries to make conversation. Why he thinks this time is any different, she'll never understand.

"Go away, creepo. I'm on a mission." Heaving herself up onto her feet, she successfully fell, yet again, on her bum.

Eddy chuckled (er, snorted?) causing bits of spit to fly out of his mouth and onto any poor soul nearby. Immediately, Bulma flung her arms up to shield her face. "You're funny, Bulma. So what kind of mission are you partaking in?"

While passing him a pair of eyes that would more than likely cause even Satan himself to faint, she chose to ignore him while she slowly crawled to the mailbox. Upon reaching the metal post, she began the long climb up to the treasure that currently recedes in the box on top.

"Are you looking for these?" He held up a handful of bills, letters, magazines, etc.

Bulma's eyes bugged out and she shouted, "What are you doing with my mail, you fucktard?! Don't you know that's against the law? I should sue your ass for all you're worth!" She jumped up and snatched her mail from his grimy hands so fast even Vegeta would be proud of her short moment of speediness.

Eddy unfortunately didn't have time to comment, Bulma marched straight back to her warm, cozy house cursing the entire way about greasy haired morons.

Slamming the door, Bulma looked through the mail on her way to the kitchen, tossing the junk mail over her head in a hurry.

"Junk, junk, junk, ew Playboy, junk, junk...AH HA!"

While making her entrance known, Vegeta glanced at her over the refrigerator door, "What? Did you find something shiny in the mail again?" His face dead serious.

Bulma waved her hand, "No, of course not, if I had found something shiny I would be a lot more excited." She rolled her eyes. "I finally got the letter my sister told me about in the voice mail she left."

Vegeta took a bite out of an apple, made a nasty face, then put it back. "So now I have the misfortune of knowing that there's other Bulma look-a-likes running around."

Bulma smacked her lips, "Oh, you make it sound like such a bad thing." She took a seat at the kitchen table, quickly opening the envelope, "And get rid of that apple if you don't want it!"

Looking over his shoulder, he noticed she had her eyes glued to the letter. Leaving the apple, but taking just about everything else, he made his way to the table. He dumped his armfuls of food in front of him, not leaving one spot on the table uncovered. As he ate, he watched Bulma's reaction to the letter for entertainment.

So far so good, nothing overly dramatic happening so far. Oh,wait. Uh oh.

The letter suddenly started to shake in Bulma's grip. "T-This can't be true." She gasped.

Vegeta halted his meal for a couple of seconds to catch the whole scene in front of him. He's been living with Bulma for almost a year now, and he has never seen her get this upset. Pissed off upset, yes. Not sad upset, though. After glaring at her for a few moments, he decided enough was enough. He scoffed, "If you're going to explode into a blubbering mess, do it away from my fo-"

"I have a right to be upset, you ungrateful jerk! Kami, you are so selfish! This is my house, I'll blubber all over your food as much as I want! Take it to your room or to the GR or-"

"WILL YOU SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH?!"

"NO, I WILL NOT SHUT MY FUCKING MOUTH! For Kami's sake, I wasn't even gonna cry, you big baby! Maybe you should ask before you assume!" She leaped out of her seat, knocking over her chair in the process, turned around and stomped out of the room.

Smirking to himself for a job well done, Vegeta continued to eat his meal in peace. That was until Bulma stormed back in, around the table, flung open the fridge, and grabbed the half-eaten apple with vengeance.

"ARRRGH!" She chucked the apple right at his overly conceited head...and missed. Obviously, Vegeta caught it, pissing Bulma off even more. He innocently asked, "Was this supposed to hit me?"

The entire neighborhood heard what Bulma had to say.