Aloof-

Dishes were dripping dry on the counter, piles and piles of them, not a crumb visible in the yellow table cloth with the white daisies, The top corner had a little neat row of needle point-an accident in her youth that her mother had been prompt to mend. The coffeemaker was still steaming, a few drops of her favored beverage creating ripples. Her mother knew her insomniac husband and daughter too well. Smiling she plucks a still wet mug from the drying rack, eager for a fix of caffeine, and pours herself a cup. The back door facing out towards the courtyard opens shooting a glance over her shoulder she expects to she her father coming in for a cuppa himself but is surprised to see her surly house guest instead.

Glancing at her wrist watch, it's hands pointing to an hour that no normal person would be awake during, she brings the mug to her lips blowing at the coiling steam

"What's happening homeboy, didn't collapse from exhaustion on the floor of the GR today?"

He doesn't answer, just turns his nose up at her words and opens the fridge door, no doubt in search of left overs. Tallying that up as a point in her favor, a silly practice she had taken up these last seven months, Bulma sipped at her drink letting the warmth of it chase the slight chill of the too early morning. Arms piled high with deli meats and condiments he dumps it all on the table, hip cocked against the counter she reaches behind her and tosses a fresh loaf of bread at his head. Catching it with a scowl the biting insult she expects doesn't come.

Well, he simply wasn't any fun today-spoil sport.

Watching the bunching muscles of his back as he prepared sandwich after sandwich to satiate his appetite the blue haired heiress frowned at his back, she could always count on Vegeta for a verbal spar-something must have happened or rather not happened.

"Hey tough guy, bad day?"

Not moving from her spot she softness her voice, damn her soft heart-honestly she blamed Goku, he'd corrupted her with his never ending goodness.

"Everyday spent on this mudball listening to your ceaseless prattling is a miserable."

Asshole.

"Listen here you fun-sized jerk you should try being a little nicer when someone shows concern for you-" with an accusing finger she points to the sandwiches he's been making "-especially when you are living off of the persons costs."

"Your so called concerns are neither warranted nor welcome."

"Too bad, you have them. Now listen up, whatever has you in this funk you have got to shake it off."

"Woman, you have no idea of what you speak-"

"Right, right because I'm not a fighter I can't possibly understand the frustrations of hitting a rut. Look just, whatever it is you can over come it you. You are the most stubborn son of a bitch I have ever met. Now stop with the self pity it's not attractive and you are too cute to go to waste-got it bud?"

"Insufferable Woman." he bites out with little venom, a smirk forming of his lips.

"Pigheaded Jerk," she retorts while exiting the kitchen pausing just before she turns the corner she gives him a thumbs up and a wink "Go get them."