Predator becomes the prey (Bulma)

[Prince Vegeta]

"Auh...auh.....gah..." Vegeta pushed his body up off of the capsule floor. The ship gravity was attempting to hold his body down, but he wouldn't allow for that. He had to get stronger, faster! He wasn't going to allow Kakarot to surpass him for ever. He had his shine against Frieza, it was now time for Vegeta to take his rightful place back at the throne. He would be the ultimate warrior that none could stand up to, he just had to train a little bit harder.

After reaching his feet the gravity finally shut off, doing one of it's routine maintenance checks. "Ahhh! These worthless machines always shutting down once a week for two hours! How am I suppose to get stronger at this rate!" Pulling a towel from a stand near by he used to to wipe his fore head clean. Looking around he didn't have much left he could to training wise. "I suppose I could go see my.....son" it was awkward when he said it. He wasn't sure how he felt about the situation still.

After a quick shower Vegeta left the ship and headed over to the Capsule house here Bulma and the rest of her family was living, along with Trunks. He made his way through the house silently, not wanting to gather anyone's attention, until he reached the door of the baby's room. He stopped about half way in the frame. He wasn't sure why. It had been almost a week since his last visit. After about a minute of standing nearly five foot way he finally pushed his right leg forward and this his left followed until he was next to the crib.

Looking down at Trunks he felt like smiling but chose not to. "My son." he uttered lightly. His hand dropped down into the crib as he rubbed Trunks head, and then pulled that hat off of his head and brought it to his face. "Why do they put this stupid hat on your head!? To keep you from getting cold? We saiyans are a proud powerful race! Why even our weakest are strong. Trunks we send them out across vast amounts of space to take over planets. They don't suffer from this....."Common Cold" You are the son of an elite! You don't need such foolish items" Vegeta said as he tossed the hat over his shoulder.

[Bulma]

Bulma was walking down the hall way with a glass of orange juice when suddenly a small hat knocked into her making her jump and sloshing orange juice all over the place. She shrieked and quickly regained her composure by gritting her teeth tightly together and glaring around to see what caused this kerfuffle.

On the floor was a little hat, big enough for a baby to wear. She recognized this hat as something her father had bought for baby Trunks so that his head didn't get too cold. What was it doing on the floor?

BANG! The door to Trunks' room swung open again, this time with Bulma baring down on the inhabitants, marching over in strides to reach the foot of the crib where Vegeta was standing. She slapped him around the back of the head and then dangled Trunks' hat in front of his face.

"WHAT IS THIS DOING IN THE HALLWAY?!" she screamed, "DON'T YOU REALIZE SOMEBODY MIGHT BE WALKING PAST WITH SOME ORANGE JUICE AND JUST MIGHT SPILL SAID ORANGE JUICE?"

Sometimes Bulma's anger got the better of her. It was just how she was. Trunks started kicking around in the crib because he could clearly tell that the volume of noise going on in the room around him was much to loud.

Bulma lowered her voice remembering the baby.

"Ugh, that orange juice costs money you know and now my top is soaking wet!" she growled under her breath at Vegeta.

[Prince Vegeta]

OOC: kerfuffle, Do you watch Community?

Vegeta's body jumped almost into a defensive stance when he felt the smack on the back of his head. Turning quickly to face Bulma his nose was almost touching hers. "WELL MAYBE SAID ORANGE JUICE SHOULDN'T BE WALKING AROUND ALL CARELESSLY WHEN I AM TRYING TO TELL MY SON ABOUT HIS HERITAGE!"

Vegeta's face turned to the crib as he heard the cries coming from it. "Great woman! Now look what you have done! Gone and woke the baby, and your always yelling at me about this!" Turning back to face Bulma now Vegeta rose his hand to the side and used his other to count on his fingers all dramatically. "Vegeta! Don't stomp through the house. Vegeta don't yell about saiyans. Vegeta you're training to loud. Vegeta pick up after yourself. Vegeta! have you ever done a dish!?" The last two Vegeta might have added in there on his own.

"Point me in the direction of this orange juice and i will retrieve us a vast amount of it, the only cost will be those that try to stop me!" His eyes then lowed down looking at the ....soaking wet top. His face instantly became red as he turned away, still peeking to a degree that he felt was unnoticeable.

[Bulma]

((OOC: Oh I haven't watched Community. It's been suggested to me though. I'm just from the United Kingdom so it's a well-known slang phrase here.))

It wasn't too surprising that Vegeta reacted in this way but it was quite strange that he was holding his face so close to hers. Bulma would not back down though. She watched as he reeled off a list of things that he clearly had been counting that she had been nagging him about; 2 of which she had noticed but never actually gotten around to... yet.

Trunks started to cry and so Bulma lifted him out of his crib and cradled him for a bit.

"Shhh it's okay, Mommy and Daddy are just fighting again..." she said, petting his violet hair as if this was normal for two people that had a child to do.

She then turned her attention back to Vegeta.

"We don't need a vast amount of orange juice, we only need like 2 cartons of it! But I'll gladly point you in the direction of where the spilled glass is!" she shouted, jabbing her arm in the direction of the door way where an orange liquid was slowly dribbling across the floor, "It's not MY[/b] job to constantly clean up YOUR[/b] messes you know! I do enough for Trunks!"[/color]

She resumed the petting and cradling of her son as Vegeta recouped somewhat from her yelling. He suddenly turned away. She thought that perhaps he'd had enough and was about to leave, but the tips of his ears had gone pink so he was clearly embarrassed about something.

"And what are you blushing at huh?" she said jabbing him in the back with her finger.

[Prince Vegeta]

Vegeta's blush had ended once the finger found it's location in the center of his back. Turning to look at Bulma, but keeping his eyes on hers and Trunks he watched as Bulma cradled Trunks. "Don't confuse my son with the meaning of fighting! This is nothing but human squabble! Saiyans are warriors! Their meaning of fighting is only known as a fight to the death! I swear woman! Do you wish for my son to end up like Kakarots?"

Vegeta's rant came to an end once Bulma's started up again. His eyes followed her hand as it pointed to where the spilled juice was. He watched as it trickled through the hallway. Snapping his head back to Bulma as he stepped back a few inches he started again. "If it is not your job then who job is it! I am a Prince! And further more, I don't have time to clean things! Kakarot isn't getting any weaker! And he has already reached the legendary transformation of a Super Saiyan! "

Turning his attention to Trunks now he couldn't help but wonder how soon it would be until he was up creating a ruckus. "How long does it take you earth babies to mature in to real people?"

[Bulma]

Bulma looked at Vegeta, wondering why on earth he thought he was going to get an answer out of Trunks. He was only a few months old. Then she remembered that Vegeta was an idiot.

"He's not going to answer you back Vegeta. He won't be able to talk until he is at least over a year old. I thought I told you to read those baby books but I guess you didn't do that either" she snapped. She then proceeded to go into a crude impression of what she thought Vegeta sounded like; "GRR I'M VEGETA, I'M THE PRINCE OF ALL SAIYANS. I DON'T HAVE TO READ BECAUSE I'M A PRINCE AND IF I SHOUT IT 50 BILLION MORE TIMES PEOPLE MIGHT ACTUALLY BELIEVE ME. I'M MUCH TOO BUSY TO LOOK AFTER MY SON BECAUSE I'M TOO BUSY LOOKING AT MY STATUESQUE BRONZED BODY IN THE MIRROR OF MY GRAVITY TRAINING ROOM!"

She frowned and marched towards the door, being careful not to slip on the orange juice. She needed to go and change her shirt since Trunks was now trying to eat the orange juice out of the one she had on.

"This isn't over Vegeta. Once I've changed my top we're going out to get more orange juice and YOU are paying for it!" she said, wandering into her bedroom to get changed, putting Trunks down on the bed for a moment.

[Prince Vegeta]

Vegeta sighed as he heard Bulma's comment. "WOMAN! I WAS TALKING TO YOU! JUST CAUSE MY EYES ARE ON THE BOY DOESN'T MEAN I AM TALKING TO HIM!!!" He paused as he thought about the books he had been given. He had read about half of one during one of the maintenance breaks, but nothing more. "I read them! It's no surprise how it ends! The kid will eat, the kid will walk, the kid will talk, the kid will train, and then the kid will become a super saiyan!" he said proudly at the thought of Trunks reaching a level that he had not touched.

Vegeta's temper flared up as he watched Bulma mock him and his ways so carelessly, and some what effortlessly. His fist clenched out in front of his chest as his anger grew. "I am BULMA I MAKE THINGS OUT OF OTHER THINGS AND UPGRADE STUFF, AND NEVER COOK MY MAN A MEAL AFTER HIS HARD DAY OF TRAINING!" Once Vegeta's rant ended he realized he said something that he wasn't sure about. My man. "Wait...not my man....I meant....uhhh." He had managed to place himself in a pickle now. He only watched in fright as Bulma was dancing over the juice.

Unsure if Bulma had heard him since she was yelling about him paying for the juice he allowed his body to relax since he thought he made it off the hook. "But....I don't have any monies" he muttered as he made his way past the juice and behind Bulma.

[Bulma]

Bulma was still listening to Vegeta rant and rave whilst she was changing her top. She slung the orange juice soaked one into a laundry basket in the corner of the room and replaced it by putting on a long sleeved, plain, black top. She sorted her hair out before picking Trunks back up and walking back out to continue confronting Vegeta.

"I never make my man a meal? Since when are you mine? You've always seemed pretty adamant that I'm just some servant woman, not a girlfriend or is little Vegeta just confused now? Hmmm?" she said flicking him in his large forehead. There was still juice on the floor of which she was not happy about.

"And since when do you do anything to deserve being cooked a meal anyway? I'm the one that takes care of the baby and I'm the one that actually works for a living. You just spend all day body building and thinking about yourself! If you weren't living here you'd be nothing more than a hobo" she said. She could tell that Vegeta was embarrassed from the little slip he had made earlier. At times she thought that he really did care a lot for her and this did seem like one of those times but they only ever came if he let slip by accident; he'd never admit that to her face. At other times however he treated her like dirt, but they had Trunks together and they had to learn to live with each other.

"I'm not surprised you don't have any monies because I pay for everything. We're going out and we're getting you a job, buster!" she said, grabbing Vegeta by the ear and holding Trunks with her other arm, dragging them both towards the front door so that they could go into town.

[Prince Vegeta]

Now that they was back on the subject of his little slip of words he had gone silent once again. He wasn't sure what he meant by the words, or how he felt. On Planet Vegeta it would have been simple. The two would have been warriors among the battle field, and lovers off of it. But on this planet, it was different. They was meant to be lovers at all time, and with no way to take out their pent up aggregation.

As Bulma scolded him he only stood there in shock that his slip had been heard, and was now being brought out. How was he suppose to just play this off to where he could go back to ignoring this, or would he be able to.

Once Bulma flicked his forehead he broke free from his trans. Crossing his arms he turned away. "You are the Prince's woman! Let all that try to take you from me know that! Let them know that I will eradicate them from existence if they so much as bother you!" He smiled as he said that, not about his confession, but about his current thought, and next statement."And let that idiot Yamacha know that I will do to him what the Saiba did before, only this time....it will be much more painful"

Vegeta then snapped out of his evil grin as he turned back to Bulma in a panic. "A job? Woman! I am a galatic space warrior! I am a conqueror of planets! My only job is to eradicate all life forms from a planet and then sell it to another! IF I WANTED MON-" Vegeta was then cut off once Bulma grabbed his ear and began to pull him through the hallways.