Bulma always enjoyed the finer things in life, like chocolates and perfumes, and diamonds. She always got what she wanted, too. After all she was a Brief, and the best looking one at that. Everyone knew that, duh.

The only person who didn't truly appreciate her was Vegeta. The very thought of him made her seethe with anger. Stupid, thoughtless, arrogant Saiyan.

Admittedly, Bulma thought about Vegeta more than she wanted to these days. But it was almost impossible not to since he was staying with them at Capsule Corp. She hardly ever saw him because he spent so much time in the Gravity Chamber to train, but not seeing him unfortunately wasn't enough to keep him out of her mind.

Day and night, night and day, Vegeta trained. She didn't even know what he was actually training for anymore since Cell and Frieza were both defeated. Not by Vegeta, of course, but maybe that was why he was training so hard. He had an innate desire to be the best. Better than Goku, and even better than Gohan.

Petulant twat. Vegeta thought to himself after a long day of training. He was both impressed and mortified by Kakarot's son. How could he beat Cell when no one else could? Not even Kakarot? His rage blinded him. Of course he knew the answer, but he just didn't want to say it out loud.

So he trained. Harder than ever before. He pushed his body to the absolute limit, and then some. This caused some minor malfunctions inside the chamber, and then that resulted in frantic calls to Bulma day and night. Mostly night.

"Woman!" Vegeta always hollered. "Why aren't you answering my calls? Do you even know how infuriating that is?"

Bulma scoffed, "And do you know how annoying it is to practically be on your beck and call at all hours of the day? And night?!"

But Vegeta didn't care. He never shredded one ounce of concern over anybody's feelings or concerns. He simply didn't care about anybody but himself.

Not even Trunks, his own son.

"A bastard." That's what Vegeta thought of his son. The last thing Vegeta ever imagined was having a son out of wedlock. Let alone with a weak earthling like Bulma. It was a one time thing. A mistake! A fluke! Perhaps his seed was just too strong. It could have been anyone, really.

"I don't care. Just come and fix it right now, woman!"

Bulma groaned loudly, as she always did when she was annoyed with someone. Particularly him. He annoyed her the most out of anybody that she ever knew. It was so hard for her to get her other work done when she had to tend to Vegeta and Trunks' every need. Though she didn't mind to do things for their son, just Vegeta.

"Ugh, fine! Just hold your horses. I have to put Trunks down for his nap, and then-"

"I HAVE NO INTEREST IN KNOWING YOUR HOBBIES AND PAST TIMES, WOMAN! COME FIX YOUR DEFECTIVE CHAMBER RIGHT NOW OR ELSE I SWEAR I WILL DESTROY THIS GOD FORSAKEN PLANET-"

"ALRIGHT!" Bulma shouted, evenly matching his narcissistic tone. She slammed her fists down on the desk, causing her papers to fly up all around and then to the floor in a state of disarray.

Vegeta abruptly ended the call, leaving Bulma alone in the darkness. And seething with anger.