Author's Note: Aw, I was really excited for this one! This is the first picture with Bulla in it! Oh, and yeah, I use Bulla instead of Bra. Trunks was bad enough, but I dealt with it. But I draw the line at Bra. lol. Besides, Bulla sounds prettier and more like her personality. xD. Hope you guys like it!

Website: ay-vb . sakura . ne . jp/_top . html
1. Erase the spaces between the words and the periods. Obviously. xD.
2. The website is in Japanese, but that's okay. At the top there is a list of words in English. Click on GALLERY.
3. Left hand panel is a bunch of words, in Japanese. But the numbers 365 are obviously numerical so you can read them. Click it.
4. There's now a drop hand box thingy to the left, and again the numbers are numerical so don't worry about not being able to read the title of the picture. Just follow along with the numbers. Click number SEVEN for this drabble!

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or anything like that. That all belongs to Akira Toriyama. I also don't own the pictures I'm using for inspiration. They belong to their respective owner(s).

Like Clockwork (365 Days)

Day 007: Cats

Vegeta hated cats. He hated them with a passion, and ever since he got on this planet he definitely couldn't stand the domestic cats that were all over the house. Fortunately when he first arrived it was just the one black one attached to Dr. Briefs at all times, when it wasn't trying to nest in Vegeta's hair. He lost count of how many times that damn cat had crawled onto his pillow while the prince was asleep and made itself a cozy little bed in the Saiyan's hair. Ever since, he just hated them and didn't like them. They weren't even any fun to have around, to be honest. He didn't see the allure in having a four legged creature that slept all day, and did absolutely nothing when it was awake, which was only a few hours out of the day. How much could one animal sleep?

Lying on the couch he wondered how in the hell he got into this predicament, and once again blamed his blue haired wife. It was her fault he was still on this planet. It was her fault that he hadn't taken off into space and left this mud ball planet behind him like he should have. Now he was anchored so deep to the planet that leaving would never be an option to him, ever again. Even worse was that he didn't want to leave. He stared down at his second child, a scowl on his face. She was an exact replica of her mother, and he meant that as literally as he could.

After dinner Vegeta decided to watch a movie on the couch, and didn't hesitate to make himself comfortable. Winter was right around the corner and it was pretty cold, and that always meant 'Christmas' time at Capsule Corp. Trunks, Bulma, and her mother were decorating the house. Vegeta refused to take part in such foolishness and settled himself in front of the television. His daughter may look like Bulma, but her attitude and personality was all Vegeta. Once she stomped her foot onto the ground and declared as loud as she could that she was a princess and princesses don't 'decorate', she came into the living room and crawled onto her father's belly without so much as a look. He had looked at her, and even asked her just what she thought she was doing. Her reply was quick and curt.

"Well I was trying to watch a movie, daddy," she pouted, annoyed that his talking had interrupted her motive watching experience. He scowled as she settled herself towards the back of the couch, forcing Vegeta to move closer to the edge. Comfortable and feeling safe with her father there, Bulla had rested her head on father's chest and watch the movie. Not even halfway through and the girl was half asleep, and Vegeta wondered when Bulma would be finished for the night so she could take the girl up to her room.

And then one of the cat's jumped onto the couch, and Vegeta attempted to push the damn thing off, only to find a small hand gripping onto his hand. His daughter and opened an eye was staring at the cat, and then stared at her dad, her hair slightly messed up on side and coming out of its ponytail.

"What?" he asked her, wondering why she had stopped him from removing the stupid animal.

"Don't do that, she's my kitty. She's pretty," Bulla told him, pulling the small black kitten closer to her. Vegeta groaned and rolled his eyes, but allowed it since it was the smallest cat they owned and Bulla would pitch a fit if he removed it. The movie continued and two more cats jumped onto the couch, but this time towards his feet. Because they weren't actually touching him, Vegeta didn't shoo them off, but he was wary of them. He didn't know why, but cats were attracted to Bulla. Wherever she went, they went. And she was currently snoring on his chest. Quite a few years ago and Vegeta would have moved away, even if it meant waking the girl up. Unfortunately, the girl had him wrapped around her finger, and she damn well knew it. Vegeta wouldn't move in fear of waking her up, and the cats knew it too. He swore they were out to get him.

By the time the movie had ended there was a vein in Vegeta's forehead that was throbbing profusely. A cat had settled above Bulla's head and below Vegeta's chin. Two had settled at his other side. Three were at his feet. One was clutching his calf. One was curled into a ball between his legs. And one was actually sprawled across his lap. His knuckled tapped haphazardly against the armrest behind his head as Bulma walked into the room, holding onto a cup of hot chocolate. The two made eye contact and Bulma had to cover her mouth with her hand, earning a heated glare from her husband. Soundless laughs made their way from his wife as she set her mug down and actually turned around, trying to get the mental image from her mind with no success. She had to leave the room and walked back into the kitchen, laughing fully now but trying not to be too loud. Five minutes later and she managed to walk back into the room, and purposely avoided Vegeta's gaze because she was fairly certain that he would attempt to shoot laser beams from his eyes at her if she did.

"How was the movie?" she asked, biting on her knuckle so she wouldn't laugh again. Vegeta didn't answer, and instead glowered at the ceiling. He really hated cats.