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Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or anything related to it. All of that belongs to Akira Toriyama, and I am just playing around with them. I also do not own the FanArt that I am using for this drabble series. I'm not quite sure who made them, because I can't read Japanese. But I'm sure the name is on the website somewhere and the pictures belong to him/her/them. Whoever. xD. I am just using the pics for inspiration.

Like Clockwork (365 Days)

Day 010: Sushi

It was sushi night at the Brief's house, and everyone in the house was absolutely starving. Out of all the things that Bunny made, sushi tended to take the longest since there was no other dish, she had to make so many, and a lot of different variations. She was feeding herself, her husband, and her daughter. That alone wasn't really all that bad. But she also had to feed Vegeta, Trunks, and Bulla. And they each had been peeking into the kitchen all day as if they've never eaten before in their life. Bunny of course never minded, as she was always glad to be visited by her grandchildren and even Vegeta didn't mind being around her as much as usual.

"Alright everyone, dinners ready!" Bunny called out, setting the last plate of sushi on the table. Five seconds later and everyone was seated around the table, Bunny handing everyone their silverware. It was always funny to her how Dr. Briefs and Vegeta were the only two to use chopsticks, everyone else opting for forks. For a while it was pretty quiet in the house as everyone was concentrating on their food. Bulla, the newest addition to the taste of sushi, was really enjoying it and squirming with delight every time she placed a piece in her mouth. Trunks and Dr. Briefs kept complimenting Bunny on her cooking, also requesting that she do this more often. Vegeta was paying attention solely on his food, though occasionally would share a look with his wife.

Bunny and Dr. Briefs finished their share first, Dr. Briefs setting the cleaning bots to work as soon as everyone had left the kitchen. The two said goodnight and left for bed, Bunny definitely ready to relax after standing on her feet almost all day. Bulma finished next, sitting back and patting her full belly, shaking her head at how much food was left. The three Saiyans would make quick work of it though, and she got up to go turn a movie on. The three Saiyans remained in their seats, happily eating sushi.

The only bad thing about Saiyans and food is that eventually the food disappears but the Saiyans are still there. Despite her size, Bulla could eat just as much as her older brother and her father, and she was determined to stay with them until there was nothing left. Trunks wasn't about to let his little sister show him up, and Vegeta was just hungry and pretty much ignored the two demi-Saiyans. Eventually, there was only one piece of sushi left, and three pairs of eyes staring at it with the intention of eating it. The three were silent, contemplating their next move.

"I'm the oldest, and I can kill both of you. It's mine," Vegeta started, heading for the sushi piece with his chopsticks. A fork stopped him from picking it up.

"I'm the cutest. It's mine," Bulla countered, staring hard at her dad. Bulla went to stab the sushi piece with her fork, but was stopped by another fork. She looked up to see her older brother glaring at her.

"I'm the first born. So it's rightfully mine," he countered, looking between Bulla and his father. All three scowled and narrowed their eyes, the two children looking way too much like their father, who didn't break eye contact and glared at his children. The clock ticked on and the three waited, each of them patient and each of them wanting that last piece of sushi. They were Saiyans, and they were competitive. And to allow anyone other than themselves to eat that sushi would mean to admit they were second best. And that just wasn't an option.

"It's been half an hour, you guys can't still be eating?" Bulma asked, walking into the kitchen. She stopped short when she noticed how tense everyone was, and she took a look at the last piece of sushi sitting in the middle of the table. The three Saiyans were surrounding it, glaring at one another and their eating utensils all blocking one another from moving. None of them even noticed her as she walked up to the table. She looked between each of them, their seriousness, and their need to beat the other two. She rolled her and walked away, leaving them to it. Unfortunately, she didn't make it back to the couch before the yelling started. All three voices were raised, and Bulma could hear the sound of utensils smacking into one another. With a groan she went into the kitchen once more.

"It's mine!" Vegeta yelled, getting angry. His children needed to learn when to stand down.

"It's mine!" Bulla exclaimed, unable to comprehend why the two boys didn't let her have it. She was a princess for crying out loud and she believed she deserved it.

"You're both wrong, it's mine!" Trunks shouted, not willing to give up. He had put up with years of his dad's crap and now years of Bulla's and he deserved that sushi. Bulma stabbed the piece of sushi with her fork, and with lightning speed she popped the food in her mouth, closing her eyes in delight. It was dead quiet as the three Saiyans stared at her. Trunks looked dejected, Bulla looked like she was in shock, and Vegeta looked like he wanted to stab the woman.

"Well, what do you know? Looks like the Queen wins," she said with a playful wink, leaving the three to gape after her.