EDIT 9/28/10: Fixed the dialog spacing so it's easier to read.

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Vegeta sighed in aggravation. "Woman, when do you ever stop talking?" He asked irritably. Bulma stopped short.

"EXCUSE ME?"

He raised an eyebrow at her. "You heard me." He said, daring her to reply.

Bulma's face took on a shade of red, and Vegeta raised his chin, bracing himself for the worst. Luckily, their son, Trunks, walked in the room.

"Mom, Dad, I was wondering—uh." He stopped and stared between them, at Bulma's red face and Vegeta's arrogant glare.

"What is it, Trunks?" Bulma asked, still quite furious with Vegeta. Trunks thought twice.

"Uhm never mind. I'll think of it later."

With that, he hurried out of the room.

Bulma smiled slightly but quickly turned back to Vegeta. "How dare you! You arrogant, cocky, son of a—" The phone rang. Keeping her gaze locked with Vegeta's, Bulma reached for and answered the phone.

"What?" She almost shrieked.

"Bulma?" A voice asked.

She straightened up and smiled. "Oh, Goku. Hi, sorry." She shot a glare after Vegeta as he turned on his heel and left the room.

"Vegeta and I were having a… discussion. What's up?" She asked and sat down at the kitchen table.

"Oh, I was just calling to see if you guys wanted to come over for dinner. Gohan and Goten keep bothering me about Trunks and Mirai coming over." He chirped, referring to both the present Trunks and future Trunks. Bulma took a sip of her previously discarded coffee.

"That'd be fine. Vegeta's in a mood, so I don't know if he'll come." She looked up as Vegeta walked through the room again, trying to be discreet in his attempts to listen in. She smirked.

"Hey I understand if he doesn't. He's always in a mood these days." Goku mused. Bulma nodded, even though Goku couldn't see her.

"Yea I know what you mean."

Vegeta finally stopped and looked at Bulma, furrowing his brow.

"Alright, well ChiChi is calling me to help cook, so I'll see you guys here?" Goku asked. Bulma smiled. She heard ChiChi in the background.

"Yea, see you later."

She hung up and took another sip of coffee, peering over the top of her cup at Vegeta.

"What?" He asked. She smirked.

"Aren't you going to ask me who that was?"

Vegeta frowned. "I know who it was." He snapped. "Kakarrot. I could hear his irritating voice in the other room, he's so damn loud."

Bulma snapped her fingers at him and pointed. "Watch the language. We don't need Trunks picking up your foul mouth." Vegeta rolled his eyes and snorted.

"He'll pick it up eventually, if not from me, then someone else." Bulma threw her arms up.

"HE DOESN'T NEED TO LEARN NOW!"

Vegeta smirked. "Best time to start." He retorted. Bulma made a disgusted noise and stomped out of the room, leaving Vegeta alone to chuckle to himself. The phone rang again, interrupting him. "WOMAN! The phone is ringing." He hollered.

Bulma's voice came from the other end of the house. "You're RIGHT there! You can't answer it?" Vegeta scoffed.

"No."

Another annoyed sound… Bulma's pounding footsteps… The phone stopped ringing seconds later.

Vegeta investigated the fridge for something to eat, seeing as the woman was too busy on the damn phone to make something for him. Seeing nothing interesting or appetizing, he huffed and slammed the fridge shut.

"Vegeta, that was Goku. They need us to go to the store to pick up a few things for dinner." Bulma said as she walked through the kitchen, with both sons in her wake. Vegeta looked sour.

"Are you suggesting I have to go?"

Bulma glared. "YES!" Vegeta snarled and sat down at the table.

"I don't want to go."

Bulma was fixing Trunks' hair and chose to ignore him. Mirai looked at his father.

"But father, mother wants you to go." Bulma smiled but said nothing.

Vegeta pulled a face. "What's your point? I have no desire to go to Kakarrot's house." He pouted. Bulma sighed.

"Fine. Whatever. Sit around the house and do nothing. You'll get hungry eventually, and come over." She said as she led Trunks outside to the car. Mirai frowned and followed them.

Vegeta crossed his arms across his chest and glared at the closed door. "Nonsense. I will sit here until it's time to train." He hadn't even completed his sentence when his stomach growled. He snarled and reluctantly stalked outside. Damn his Saiyan appetite…

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Silence was key to meditation, and Piccolo was thankful for both. He breathed deeply and focused on clearing his mind. The sounds of the waterfall behind him and the gentle breeze wafting through the trees slowly faded. Soon, all he could hear was the sound of his own steady breathing. He was at peace… He allowed himself to be swept away in the sensation. Nothing but soothing, calming—

"HEY PICCOLO!"

Piccolo's concentration was broken, and next thing he knew, he was tumbling head-first into the icy pool at the bottom of the waterfall; a rather unpleasant awakening. He broke the surface, sputtering and whirling around, looking for the source of the intrusion. Goku was floating above the pool doing his best to cover up his giggles. Piccolo noted on the side that he was wearing a suit and tie…

Piccolo flushed slightly purple, feeling embarrassed for not sensing Goku's ki. "Oops, sorry about that." Goku choked out. Piccolo lifted himself out of the water and floated to the bank, drying himself off with his discarded cloak. Goku landed beside him, grinning his trademark smile.

"What brings you here, Goku?" Piccolo asked. Goku kicked a rock into the pool, creating ripples which, for some reason, annoyed Piccolo.

"ChiChi is throwing some kind of special dinner tonight. She asked me to invite you."

"What's the occasion?" Piccolo asked. Goku shrugged.

"I have no idea. But she said to dress nice so." Piccolo chuckled.

"So that's why you're dressed like that."

Goku laughed. "Yea, ChiChi made me wear it. So maybe you should change." Piccolo nodded and materialized new clothes for himself; a simple black suit and a dark purple tie. Goku gave him a thumbs up.

"You look good."

Piccolo smiled softly. "Thanks."

Piccolo destroyed his old clothes, and together, they headed for the Son's house.