Disclaimer: Do you really think after thirty chapters this would suddenly just magically change? You're kidding yourself honestly. I don't own Sailor Moon or Dragon Ball Z.
Theme: Servant
Placing the bowel down on the table Usagi nervously rang her hands in her pink apron, watching in anticipation gleaming in her eyes as Vegeta eyed its contents. For months on end the young twenty year old had been placing herself in various cooking classes, perfecting her talent for this one brief moment.
"How is it?" Usagi asked eagerly after watching Vegeta pop the silver fork in his mouth, chewing the contents quite thoroughly. Though to her utter disappointment after a few seconds he promptly spit out the contents back into his bowel, "That was horrible." He declared causing tears to begin to well up in her eyes. "You're the worst servant woman I've ever had and I've had to make use of space slugs before."
Quite suddenly it was as if something had snapped in the young girl, Usagi reached down and took the plate in her hand. Before anyone knew what was going on or could make a move to stop the young blond she smashed the ceramic bowel onto the wooden table top casing its contents to splash not only on Vegeta but the surrounding guests as well. "Servant woman! I have a name you know!" Her once tranquil blue eyes seemed to come ablaze with fury as she stared down at the older Sayjin Prince before turning around and running out the room.
"That was kind of harsh Vegeta even if her food is dreadful," Yamcha stated and before he could even blink Vegeta reached across the table and snatched the bowel, which Usagi had also prepared, away from him. "Hey," He began only to receive Vegeta's middle finger in response but when he remembered just exactly who had prepared his meal he let the matter go. "You're fearless," He commented.
Vegeta snorted underneath his breath, the truth of the matter was there were at lot of things when it came to Usagi that the older Prince was fearful of.
He was afraid to tell her how great her food was.
He was afraid to tell her that he didn't like it that she cooked for everyone when he wanted that privilege all to himself.
He was afraid to tell her that he preferred to make her cry that way she wouldn't smile to long at him.
But, the thing he feared the most was one day saying her name because he feared as soon as that sweet sounding name past through his lips he wouldn't be able to stop himself from ravishing her.
Most of all he was afraid of what would happen to him if he'd ever told her that he loved her.
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