Vegeta couldn't help himself. The food was all over the table in the kitchen. His stomach was growling with hunger. He placed his hand over his stomach and patted it. 'Hmm...Food...' He smirked. Making up his mind, he raced over to the kitchen table and grabbed a seat. His eyes were filled with sparkles and twinkles as his eyes seen all the food. The Prince of all Saiyans dived in, stuffing every type of food in his mouth.
Bulma had just finished her shower and was now getting dressed for her party. She was having a 'Friend' Party where her best and most closest friends were invited. The friends included the Z-fighters and their families. Of course all invited were Goku, Chichi, Goten, Gohan, Videl, Number Eighteen, Krillin, Marron, Piccolo, Yamcha, Buu and of course the perverted Master Roshi. Dende and Mr. Popo were also planning on showing up.
Vegeta had just finished eating most of the food when Bulma walked in. When she saw Vegeta, she smiled. But when she saw all the food that she had prepared that took hours to make gone, she gasped and fainted. Vegeta stopped eating and looked on the tiled floor.
"Almuh?" He asked, his mouth too full of food. He swallowed.
Running over to the fainted Bulma, he leaned down and tapped her cheek.
"Bulma?" No answer. "Woman?" Still no answer. Vegeta growled in his throat. "Bulma, wake up!"
The blue-haired woman's eyes began to flutter open. She blinked to adjust her sight.
"Vegeta?" She asked.
He nodded. "Yes?"
She smiled, then...
"Darn you, you arrogant moron!" She gripped his shirt tightly in her small fists. "Darn you! That food was for the party!"
"What party?"
"The one we're having in 15 minutes!"
"Oh." He smirked. "That party."
She growled. "Vegeta..." There was a fire growing in her eyes.
The Saiyan Prince gulped. Just then, Trunks walked in.
"Mom, dad, Krillin, Number Eighteen and Marron are here."
Bulma smiled sweetly at her son. "Thanks, sweetheart. Tell them that mommy and daddy will be with them in a moment. Mommy has to deal with daddy right now."
"Okay." The little purple-haired boy walked out.
Bulma looked back at Vegeta with fire and, for the Prince of all Saiyans, that was not good.
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Bulma had just finished her shower and was now getting dressed for her party. She was having a 'Friend' Party where her best and most closest friends were invited. The friends included the Z-fighters and their families. Of course all invited were Goku, Chichi, Goten, Gohan, Videl, Number Eighteen, Krillin, Marron, Piccolo, Yamcha, Buu and of course the perverted Master Roshi. Dende and Mr. Popo were also planning on showing up.
Vegeta had just finished eating most of the food when Bulma walked in. When she saw Vegeta, she smiled. But when she saw all the food that she had prepared that took hours to make gone, she gasped and fainted. Vegeta stopped eating and looked on the tiled floor.
"Almuh?" He asked, his mouth too full of food. He swallowed.
Running over to the fainted Bulma, he leaned down and tapped her cheek.
"Bulma?" No answer. "Woman?" Still no answer. Vegeta growled in his throat. "Bulma, wake up!"
The blue-haired woman's eyes began to flutter open. She blinked to adjust her sight.
"Vegeta?" She asked.
He nodded. "Yes?"
She smiled, then...
"Darn you, you arrogant moron!" She gripped his shirt tightly in her small fists. "Darn you! That food was for the party!"
"What party?"
"The one we're having in 15 minutes!"
"Oh." He smirked. "That party."
She growled. "Vegeta..." There was a fire growing in her eyes.
The Saiyan Prince gulped. Just then, Trunks walked in.
"Mom, dad, Krillin, Number Eighteen and Marron are here."
Bulma smiled sweetly at her son. "Thanks, sweetheart. Tell them that mommy and daddy will be with them in a moment. Mommy has to deal with daddy right now."
"Okay." The little purple-haired boy walked out.
Bulma looked back at Vegeta with fire and, for the Prince of all Saiyans, that was not good.
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