Everyone crowded around the large oak table, enjoying their delicious, steamy chili. Bulma stood to retrieve another heaping bowl, raising a brow as the others stared at her with wide-eyes. She shrugged as took her bowl to her seat between 18 and Tien. It was her eighth bowl. She was in the lead, her brother and cousin tied for second at seven.

Curse that Son appetite.

"God, Bulma. Where do you put it all?" ChiChi questioned, amazed at the ability Bulma displayed. Unlike Goku, she was able to eat at a fast pace and actually put everything in her mouth. He just shoveled it in, hoping it would reach the target that was his mouth.

"It all goes to those ridiculously huge thighs." Vegeta stated as he watched her. He had stopped at three.

Bulma's fork stopped halfway to her mouth. She glared at the flame-haired teen, searing holes through his head.

"Better than you and your fat ass." she shot back, stuffing her overloaded spoon into her mouth.

a chorus of laughs errupted about the table. Vegeta smirked as he crossed his arms, leveling his gaze with hers.

"You didn't seem to mind my fat ass earlier. You actually were quite obsessed with it, the way you were-"

"-SHUT UP, Vegeta." Bulma snapped as she felt her father's, brother's, and cousin's gaze on her. All the others crammed around the large table were staring at Vegeta in avid amazement.

"Oh no," Bardock growled, "do continue, boy." He looked to his daughter, who only sighed as she finished off her bowl.

"Yeah, BOY." Turles ground out between clenched teeth. He was always the protective one. No matter how old Bulma got, he'd treat her as if she was three years old and he was warding off playground bullies. He loved her and would allow no harm to become of her.

Vegeta sneered at Turles.

"You would like to know, wouldn't you. Can't get any of your own so you gotta sneak a peak at others?" His voice was enough to send Bulma into a rage.

"I SAID SHUT UP! No one got 'ANY', so you can all calm the fuck down!" she roared as she slammed her fist on the table, causing the dishes to rattle.

Krillin and Launch reered back at the fowl mood that eminated from their blue-haired friend.

"Bulma-" Bardock started but was soon cut off.

"-No, I can't take this shit any longer. I've been out of that Kami-damned coma for an all of six hours and i'm already on the verge of snapping! FUCK! I wish I would've never woken up!"

She stormed out of the golden walled kitchen, storming up the stairs and slamming the door of the room she had found.

Goku shook his head as he watched his sister leave. He couldn't blame her. She always had an intensively short fuse and anything could set her off.

"Well, that was uncalled for." ChiChi mummered as she pushed her bowl away, sighing in the process.

"It was completely called for, ChiChi. I don't blame her. She hasn't been around any sort of person for four months and the first day she's awake she's bombarded with all this shit. Be glad she hasn't flipped and stabbed someone yet! She's my sister, one of my best friends, I love her and i won't allow anyone, not even you, to talk poorly about her. I care about you Chi, and I love you, but she's in a vulnerable state right now and I plan on sticking up for her when she can't." His voice had softened as he neared the end of his tirade. He wasn't lying, he did love his girlfriend, but he loved Bulma more, and no one would talk about her or her actions.

"Kakarott is right. Though she shouldn't be taking her anger out on you guys, she wasn't in the wrong." Turles added, looking to his uncle for assisstance. When the older man merely looked at him, the lanky teen bowed his head.

"Oh, I almost forgot. It's your fault she's in a pissy mood," 18 scolded.

"Don't start with me, tramp." he growled as he slowly stood from his seat. A firm grip yanked him back into his seat before he could make a move. He looked to his left and glared at his cousin.

"Cabin fever already?" he grinned as he raced to the fridge and pulled out a Son sized bowl of banana pudding and a chocolate pie that could feed a large army, or four bottom-less pits of doom.

Tien raised a brow.

"You're still hungry?" he asked, appalled. Launch giggled from beside him as she intertwined her fingers with his under the table.

Goku shrugged as he set his items on the marble countertop. He retrieved a handful of plates and sat them beside the rather large bowl. He fixed two mountains of food and grabbed two forks before he made his way to the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Krillin asked as he stood to serve himself.

Goku smiled brightly

"To get back on Bulma's good side!" he chirped as he headed up the cherry wood stairs.

Bulma layed on her back, once again, and stared at the ceiling. Kami how she hated life right now. Why did everything have to be so difficult. It's like someone was watching her from above, laughing at all the misfortune she was facing.

She was driven from her self-wallowing by a knock on the door. She rolled her eyes and stood, making her way across the plush blood red carpet. She opened the door wide, her face contorting into a grimace of hate and anger at the man in front of her.

Goku smiled sheepishly at her, holding the plates up in front of him, a hopeful smile on his face.

She stepped aside, her eyes narrowed as she let him pass. For a minute, she thought about tripping him and sending his face into a pile of pudding but she really didn't want to waste such delicious food.

He walked to her bed and sat on the edge, holding a plate out to her as he kept one in his own hands. She carefully took the plate from his grasp, still eying him warily. When she had secured her treat into her own hold, she took a seat beside him and dug in, moaning in delight as the taste of vanilla and bananas errupted in her mouth.

"Good, isn't it?" he offered as he took a bite of his own.

She only nodded as she continued to devour her dessert. Once she had polished off the pudding, she mercessly attacked the pie, relishing every bite of chocolate. When she scraped the last bit of of chocolate into her mouth, she gently sat the ceramic plate onto her regal bedspread.

"What do you want, Kakarott?" she sighed out as she relaxed on her bed, resting her head on the pillows.

Goku thought for a minute. Now was not the time to slip and screw up his apology. After a minute or two, he sighed.

"I'm sorry, Bulma. I don't know what else you want me to do. I know I was stupid, hell, stupid doesn't describe it! But I know I messed up. I can't stand you being mad at me any longer, B. I love you too much to see you like this, plus it's almost Christmas, why be in a pissy mood on the best holiday ever?" He looked to her with big puppy dog eyes. Gah, she could never resist those eyes he gave her. It was a special quality that she loved.

She gave him a weak smile and punched him in the arm lightly.

"I guess i've drawn it out for long enough. I forgive you, Kakarott. Next time, come to me beforehand." she warned with a stern look.

Goku nodded excitedly and pounced on her, hugging her as tight as he could. Bulma laughed and pushed him off of her person.

"Hey!" he yelled when he hit the floor with a 'thud,' "That hurt!"

Bulma laughed as she jumped off the bed, landing with grace.

"Good, I hope so!" She then grabbed her plate and ran out of the room, bustling down the stairs, Goku hot on her heel. She skidded into the kitchen, laughter still emmiting from her mouth.

The occupants of the room looked at her with raised brows as Goku ran into the room after her. He raced to grab her but was cut off when she pointed her fork in his direction.

"You know I can do damage with this thing, don't tempt me." she warned playfully.

A smirk appeared on Goku's lips as they circled each other. He shot Turles a sideways glance.

"Yeah, we should see how Turles' scar is doing."

Bulma nodded thoughtfully as she too glanced at her cousin, michief written on her features.

"Indeed, Kakarott."

She winked at her father as he gave her a skeptical look.

The old man would never understand women and their moodswings. In a flash, Goku and Bulma had Turles pulled out of his chair and pinned to the ground below them. The taller teen struggled but was unable to relinquish their vice-like grip on his wrists and ankles.

"What the fuck!" he yelled when Bulma poked his face with her intensil, "Get off me you physco bitch!"

She poked again, a little harder.

"That wasn't nice." she said as if she was scolding a five year old. she strengthened her grip when he tried to wiggle away from her weapon.

"Kakarott, proceed to phase two." she demanded in a military tone as she stood, holding his wrists. When Goku stood, ankles in hand, they moved to the living room, the gang curiously following behind. When they got to the living room, the dumped him on the sofa, caging him in. When he proceeded to make a run for it, Bulma put the fork back into his face and watched humorously as he flinched back.

Turles looked to his cousins with wide-eyes. They had done this only once before and his ass still hurt from the impalement.

"W-what are you doing with that?" he asked as he pointed to the fork. Bulma gave him a wicked grin as she straddled him, waving the fork around carelessly. He pulled his face back when it came dangerously close to his nose.

"Oh, nothing much, just having some fun."

"Uh, Bulma," Krillin asked as he nervously twisted his foot into the carpet, "what ARE you planning on doing with that?"

He shuddered at the grin she gave him.

When she was finished with his question, she turned back to Turles. She leaned into his ear and whispered lowly, "Payback's a bitch." Then she brought the fork down as if she was about to stab his thigh. Rather than pierce the skin, it roughly went through the sofa he was sitting on. He let out a girlish scream, thinking he was about to get injured.

Bulma burst out laughing, falling off on him in the process. Her and Goku rolled on the floor together laughing at their cousin's misfortune.

"You're face! It was priceless!" Bulma giggled as she picked herself up. She gave her brother a hand, bursting out in laughter once again at the look on her friend's faces. She leaned into Goku for support.

"Good plan, Bulma. This was hilarious!" Goku laughed as he looked to his still stunned cousin.

Turles looked at them in shock before his faced turned angered.

"You bastards!" he roared before he lunged at them. When they had worked for Frieza, Turles had come across an accident involing the four pronged object and ever since, was sort of scared of them. Them playing this trick only waved his fear in his face.

He wrestled around with them until he had Bulma pinned to the floor, his elbow in her neck.

"Tap, it's your only option." he said as he relaxed, knowing she wasn't getting out of it any time soon. Bulma merely smirked as she slipped her feet around his waist and pulled back, reversing their positions.

"You forget, I'm the one who taught you that." she smirked as he relentlessly struggled in her hold.

"Not fair!" he yelled as he finally calmed.

Bulma only shook her head in dismay.

The others watched amused as the three wrestled. It seemed all was well once again in the Son household, for a while anyways.

Question was, how long would the peace last?