Prompt: Scissor.
A/N: So, first time writing Chi-chi! Hope she came out correctly!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the character. They belong to Akira Toriyama.
Bulma stood outside the GR door, waiting for it's regular occupant to show up. She had gotten up extra early today to beat him down here, and take care of a few minor problems that needed fixing. A smile was set on her face as she now patiently waited, her elbow resting on a pair of custom made wire cutters. If only he'd learn to keep his mouth shut about certain things, then she wouldn't have to teach him such harsh lessons of what she was truly capable of.
Chi-chi and Gohan had come over yesterday for a visit. It wasn't just for a 'Hey, how're doing?' visit, though. No, Chi-chi had recently found that she was expecting another child, another mouth to feed. A child that would never get to know his or her father.
After the initial announcement, Gohan had stated that he wanted to get some practice in for when his new sibling arrived. Bulma had smiled and ruffled the boys hair, telling him it was okay if he wanted to play with Trunks. After all, the one-year-old was Vegeta's son! The child wasn't fazed by much, expect for his father's "scary" face.
When Gohan left the two women, Bulma offered any help she could to Goku's family in need. Which, of course, Chi-chi immediately shot down. Bulma wasn't too surprised by the woman's answer, but still reminded her that the offer remained open. Besides, it would be nice for Trunks to have a playmate that he wouldn't unintentionally harm due to his unnatural strength.
An hour later found the women venturing into the kitchen, and into the path of Vegeta. He had sensed the harpy and her brat arrive, and had been doing a fairly decent job of staying in the gravity room. Unfortunately he needed to eat, and it was about dinner time. So he had ventured out, making sure they were away from the kitchen. He had the kitchen all of five minutes to himself before Bulma walked in with Kakarot's woman in tow.
He didn't pay them much attention at first, since he was busy raiding the refrigerator for food, but as he sat down at the table-a few seats away from the dark-haired woman-he caught a whiff of something. It reminded him of Bulma for some strange reason. Was she wearing a type of perfume that Bulma used to wear? Since he knew it was a smell he hadn't picked up on in quite a while.
"Vegeta." Bulma was standing right beside him, hand lifting the plate he had been about to devour. "At least heat your food up before eating."
"I haven't eaten all day, woman. It's not going to make much of a difference to me if it's warm or cold," he stated simply as he watched her take the plate. With the food clear of his scent path, the familiar smell wafted around his nostrils like an insistence nagging. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he thought.
Chi-chi ran a hand unconsciously over her stomach as she sat there, doing her best to ignore the penetrating gaze. Her attention focused instead on the woman across the kitchen. "Why is he still here?"
Before Bulma had a chance to even turn around or formulate an answer, Vegeta spoke up, "Why are you asking Bulma when I'm sitting right here?"
Her head turned slightly so she could look at Vegeta. "Because this is her house. She has the right to kick you out now that the world doesn't need saving."
"Tch. She invited me to stay. Why are you here?" He kept his temper in check as this woman seemed to be at least showing him the same courtesy. Although, at his question he could feel her ki spike, showing him that she was more than just a barking dog-even if she was still no match for him. It would definitely explain why Kakarot had attached himself to this dreadful woman.
"Because I'm a friend and don't need an invitation to stop by."
"Oh. So why have you never stopped by before now? Kakarot been keeping you busy, and now that he's dead you can get away from the house?"
The next moment happened in slow motion as Vegeta watched the dark-haired woman pull a sword from under her heavy clothing and pointed said sword toward him. It took him a few seconds to realize the housewife had actually pulled a weapon on him. After taking in the situation Vegeta was on his feet ready to defend or attack, whichever action he needed to take would come from watching her. Fortunately no further action would need to be taken as Bulma stepped between the two.
Bulma put her back towards Chi-chi and her sword as she locked eyes with Vegeta. After seeing his body relax a fraction, she turned her head to look over her shoulder. "Put the sword away, Chi-chi."
"I will not! This….this murderer has repeatedly tried to destroy my family! And it's his fault that my poor baby had to step up to destroy that freak of nature Cell!"
Bulma took another glance at Vegeta before finally turning her back to him so she could fully face the distraught woman. "Think of the baby. I know Saiyan babies are stronger than humans, but all the stress still can't be good." She heard a snort come from behind her.
"Another spawn of Kakarot running around? That's just fucking great. To think, for a moment I thought the idiot was actually coming up with a battle plan. Instead it seems that he did only take time to relax."
Chi-chi let out a screech of frustration, as her sword expertly missed Bulma's body to fly towards Vegeta-which it also narrowly missed. "You're one to talk! You could've easily taken down Cell from what I've been told, and yet you let him get his hands on the last android! Some master of battle strategy you are!"
Bulma whipped back around at the low growl. "Vegeta!" A strong hand lashed out and grabbed her shirt, pulling the blue-haired woman to his body. "What are…."
"Get her the fuck out of here now."
His voice was barely recognizable through the deep growl, but it was a tone Bulma was all too familiar with. She rested a hand on his cheek, hoping physical touch would calm the beast that was stirring inside. When his grip loosened and she stepped away from him, she finally spoke, "She's not leaving." She grabbed his hand as it raised again. "So you either play nice or you can leave."
Vegeta looked over Bulma's shoulder to see the female fighter silently crying. "Tch," he practically spit. "I'll take my food to the gravity room."
It had taken a good while to get Chi-chi to calm down after Vegeta had left, and it hadn't been easy for Bulma. She'd had to listen to all the horrible things Chi-chi had to say about Vegeta. Fortunately, after the woman had gotten all her frustrations out she calmed considerably and they (Chi-chi, Gohan, Trunks, and Bulma) had all sat down for a nice dinner before the Son family left.
After putting Trunks down, Bulma had wandered past the GR to find that Vegeta was still occupying the room. She was honestly still pissed about the things he had said to Chi-chi, albeit she wasn't really surprised. That wasn't the point, though! The point was that Vegeta needed to learn a few manners if he was going to stick around on Earth, live at Capsule, and have run-ins with people he didn't like.
So, she'd went to her mother to ask her to watch Trunks the next day so that her and Vegeta could go out. Oh, did her mother jump at that idea! Her babbling started on what a wonderful thing it was to be young and in love. Bulma just nodded her head before excusing herself so that she could get her beauty rest, but instead headed down to the lab so she could construct wire cutters large enough to sever the power source of the gravity room.
Now here she was at 6a.m. leaning against her monster wire cutters while she waited for her prey to round the corner. She didn't have to wait too much longer, as not a minute later the Saiyan Prince came around the corner. His steps slowed as he saw her and the tool that was by her side.
"What are you doing here?" He came to stand in front of her, his eyes glancing from her to the larger pair of cutters. "I haven't requested an upgrade," he said suspiciously.
Bulma gave him smile. "Nope, no upgrades. Just a possible downgrade." His eyes narrowed further as she continued to smile and hold her ground against his building anger. "If you wish to keep the gravity up and running, I suggest you take a trip with me to the Son's home today."
"What for?" Her ever brightening smile sent a small shiver down his back, as the brightness of the smile matched her mother's.
"You're going to apologize to Chi-chi for the horrible things you said to her and for making her cry."
"She was the one that started shit with me!" It wasn't his fault. He was content to sit there and keep his mouth shut, eat his food, and leave. Then the stupid woman had gone and started questioning him and blaming him for everything that had apparently gone wrong in her life. "Besides, what are you going to do to make me go?"
Bulma patted her newly created cutters as her other hand raised to show her pointer and middle finger extended as the other digits were curled down. The two fingers closed together and reopened, repeating the action a couple times. "I cut through the power source, and I'm awful busy with my Capsule Corp work. So, I'm not sure when I'd be able to fix your precious little toy." She saw his mouth open to retort, but quickly answered, "And don't think about bugging Dad. He's just as busy as I am." She watched the display of defeat roll over his features as he thought about it.
"Fine," he growled. "But if she starts in again, I won't be held accountable for my actions."
"How about if I make an offer." Her bright smile turned into a coy look. "You keep your temper in check, and perhaps I could find some time to install a few new upgrades for you."
"Or." His hand reached out, grabbing her wrist so he could pull her to him as his other hand pointed toward her new toy.
"Vegeta, no!" It was too late, a ki beam ripped through the device, creating a 3 inch hole of fried components and wires that she'd stayed up all night working on.
A smirk formed across his lips as he released her. "Looks like I'll be getting a few hours of training in." He opened the door to the gravity room and strolled in, shutting the door just as she let out a blood-curdling scream.