"Hey! Hey! HEY!" Stop hoggin' the bathroom, you knucklehead!"

Bulma has given up being nice to the Prince of All Assholes a long time ago. He's such a prick. She hated how cocky he was. Walkin' around like he owned the place. HAH! If he wants to pay the electric bill, then go ahead, be my guest. He treats everyone and everything like dirt, and spits out demands left and right. Which is quite annoying, considering the fact that Bulma had better things to do then fix the GR every other day. All she wants from him is to show her and her parents some respect for letting him live here. Would that be so hard?

BANG, BANG, BANG!

"What the hell is taking so long? What'd you do, fall in?" She banged her fist on the door again for good measure.

She heard a distinct growl coming from within the bathroom, "You do realize that you have other bathrooms in this building, or are you truly that stupid?"

"ARGH! Of course, I know you dumbfuck I've lived here my whole life! But unfortunately, not all of them have tampons in stock!" Growling with frustration, she lifted her fist up, about to release her anger on the poor door. When the door suddenly opened with a soft swish to reveal a very wet and irritated Vegeta.

Staring down at her, he readjusted the towel around his waist.

He really wasn't much taller than her. Maybe an inch or two, and that was pushing it. Not like he wasn't going to point that out of course. Looking her over, he immediately noticed her change of hairstyle. Instead of that repulsive curly fro, she had it completely straightened having it end around her mid-back. Hm, slightly less disgusting. The corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk, as he watched her face turn from surprised to pissed off.

Shifting herself so that her weight was on one foot, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, and started tapping the ground with her other foot. "Well... ?" She hissed. "Are you gonna move or what?"

His smirk grew as he slowly let himself lean against the door frame. "Or what, sounds like a better option."

Rolling her eyes, she pushed past Vegeta, making sure to hit his shoulder along the way. Even if in the long run it would hurt her a hell of lot more than him. She didn't care; she wanted to make a point! She flung open the cabinet under the sink, grabbed the box she wanted, and made a big huff while stomping out past Vegeta and down the hall. She heard him mumble something along the lines of "pathetic earth woman," and decided that giving him the one finger salute would do the trick.

This is pretty much how the two communicate. There was no talking, or conversation. That must be a foreign word that Saiyans have no idea about. Yelling, now that's something they understand. Oh, and arguing, they love to argue. Not a day goes by without one insulting the other. It's an endless verbal battle.

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Yet again, Vegeta has some how broken the GR. It never fails. He justs likes to see me suffer, she decided.

Decked out in her cover-alls and work boots, Bulma was not liking the heat down in the lower levels of this thing. Wiping the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand, she grabbed a wrench from her tool bag, and continued her work. Not noticing the shadow lurking close by...

Vegeta took another bite of his apple (Before you ask... NO, this isn't the same apple that Bulma tried and failed miserably to pelt him with earlier.), as he watched the woman toss the wrench aside before unzipping her work suit and tying the sleeves around her waist. Leaving her upper half naked except for a bright green sports bra. Unfazed, he continued to stare as she began to search for a different tool.

Munch, munch. Could she work any slower?

Despite his constant string of insults at her intelligence, he had to admit he was impressed by her genius. He didn't know very many humans, most that he did know were imbeciles, but from all the talk he has heard the woman was indeed very smart for her race.

Forgetting that and switching to something much more important he began to ponder about his training. Vegeta knew that he would soon have to continue his training in space. He planned on telling the woman and old man about his request soon. He wanted a new gravity machine, but one that he could take with him into space. One that could withstand his powers as he continued his training to become a super saiyan.

Swallowing the rest of the apple whole, he continued observing the scene in front of him in complete silence.

Bulma cursed, as sweat started to trickle down her back. It tickled, and she fidgeted as she tried to rid the feeling. Pulling her long hair up into a ponytail she sighed, "Gheez, it's hotter than a mug in here."

Flinching, she turned when she heard a familiar chuckle, "So now you're comparing heat to a drinking cup? And just when I thought you couldn't get any more stupid." With his trademark smirk, Vegeta walked over to her until they were shoulder to shoulder. His nose twitching when he picked up the scent of her spearmint gum.

Rolling her eyes she said, "Mug: slang term for motherfucker." Turning to face him, she put on a sickeningly sweet smile, "I've said it once, and I'll say it again. Ask before you assume."

Glaring at her because he suddenly ran out of come-backs, he decided to change the subject to something more interesting. "What exactly was in that letter from earlier today?"

Suddenly quiet, Bulma went back to searching through her toolbox. Innocently mumbling, "Oh nothing, nothing."

Crossing his arms over his chest, "So you have meltdowns for all the letters you decide to read-"

"I DID NOT HAVE A MELTDOWN!"

"Then what was it?"

"... NOT A MELTDOWN!"

"Really? I would've never guessed."

Standing up nervously, she started to push a few stray bolts around with the toe of her boot. "It was just surprising, that's all."

Rolling his eyes, he tried to hide his smirk as he walked towards to door, "I see the problem. You're obviously just pathetic at controlling your emotions."

Stomping her foot, she almost growled, "It's perfectly normal for humans to be emotional! Ugh, why do you always seem to have a stick up your ass?"

Vegeta was about to cross the threshold of the GR's door, but stopped to say, "Funny, I was going to ask you the same thing..."

Furious, Bulma picked up her entire tool bag and chucked wrenches, hammers, screwdrivers, and anything else she could get her hands on in his general direction. It was a lost cause though because he had already shut the door before she even grabbed the bag.

Glaring at the door, she tossed the rest of the tools back to the floor carelessly. Then she hmph-ed before plopping her ass down right next to where she had been working before Veggie-poo decided to grace her with his presence.

She needed to get back at him for all the shit that he's pulled. It just boils her blood that he thinks he can just walk all over her like that. Always pushing her buttons... the bastard.

Suddenly she had an idea.

He loved the GR, right?

He would be upset if someone say... did some unwanted and unneeded "improvements" right?

Plus she built the damn thing, she could paint the whole thing pink, and he couldn't do a damn thing about it. She chuckled to herself. Cute idea, but not evil enough. He needs to get a taste of his own medicine.

Jumping up like her ass caught on fire, she hurried over to main system to install passwords for absolutely everything. Opening the door, raising the gravity, turning on the cappuccino maker... Does he even use that?

He would have to come to her find out what they were, and he would have no idea how to change the setting. Hehehe, evil plan. EVIL. She was sure Vegeta will love saying, "Bulma makes my world go round," every time he wants to simply enter the GR.