"Two more bolts to keep his arm together and he should be ready to go," said Bulma. In the machinery sector of Capsule Corp. Bulma was putting the finishing touches on her new invention: the servant bot. She screwed the last bolt in and flicked the "on" switch on its back. Nothing happened. It didn't move. Bulma sat on the floor wondering why it wasn't doing anything. "Oh, now I know!" she shouted. She took out a cord from its back and put it into the nearest wall socket. "It has to be charged just like a battery. Duh Bulma, and you call yourself a genius," she muttered to herself sarcastically.
After a half hour of charging, the robot still wasn't ready to operate. "I hope this thing doesn't take all damn day." Bulma's eyelids became heavy. She quickly found the nearest chair to sit in and table to lean on. "I'll just take a little nap here. That bot should be all ready to work when I wake up."
Bulma woke up at the sound of some noise from downstairs. She quickly got up and looked out of the window. "It's dark out! How long have I been asleep?" She glanced at the clock. "Ten thirty!" What surprised her more than the time was the fact that the robot was gone. "What the hell did it do? Leave the room on its own? It can do that?"
Bulma heard the noise downstairs again and scurried to see what it was. Low and behold, it was the robot. It faced her in the living room and headed for the kitchen. "What's it going to do in the kitchen? She followed it. The robot walked to the refrigerator, took out some things, and began to make a sandwich. "It can make food? I didn't program you to do that!" shouted Bulma.
"Damn tin can! You aren't done making my sandwich yet!" yelled a voice from the backyard. Vegita opened the back door and sat at the kitchen table with his arms crossed. He saw Bulma and scowled.
"What are you doing here?" asked Vegita. He made it seem like she didn't even live there.
"I live here fire head! And what did you do to my robot! I didn't program it to make food!"
"I know." Vegita simply stated. Bulma didn't say a word after that, but her eyes demanded an explanation.
Vegita stood up and turned his back to her. He turned his head halfway facing her and shut his eyes.
"I was done training for the night and decided it was time to eat. You were asleep, so no one was here to make me anything. I took your bot and programmed it to make my desired foods."
Bulma was stunned. She was shocked that he knew how to work with machinery. "Vegita, how did you know how to do that? I thought all you Saiya-Jin no brains knew how to do was fight and eat."
Vegita smirked and walked over to get his sandwich. "I am the prince of the Saiya-Jins, woman! Someone of my greatness has to have more talents than that! Besides," his voice slightly softened," destroying planets wasn't the only thing I learned while working with that fucking baka Freezer."
Bulma's curiosity began to grow. She took a seat next to Vegita and stared at him eat.
"What the hell are you looking at? You want some food, go get your own!" Normally that would've made her pissed and left me alone by now. Why the hell is she still looking at me?!
Bulma simply smiled and rested her face in between her hands. "Vegita, you're so tough and evil. So confident and arrogant. But I know better. You're a Saiya-jin, true, but you're also flesh and blood. You have a heart that you just refuse to let people know you have. Why do you do that?"
Vegita grew agitated. What the hell is she doing? He swallowed the last bit of his sandwich and stood up. He turned his back to her and deeply scowled while trying to prevent any redness in his cheeks from showing.
"You don't know anything about me woman! I am flesh and blood, but I will become the strongest flesh and blood anyone has ever known! You ask too many questions!" He walked to the back door. "I suggest you stop it because you're playing with fire!" With that said, he walked out and headed for the capsule.
Two weeks had passed since that night. Bulma's parents returned home and filled the house with items they bought from Hawaii. After eating what has become his favorite sandwich made by the robot, Vegita headed to the capsule to train. He opened the door and saw a package in front of him. He opened the letter that was on top:
Open the package you idiot.
-Bulma
He tore the paper off. Inside was a newly made Saiya-jin uniform. He blinked at it and scowled. "That damn wench! She made me a new uniform! Why'd she do that? I'm not a baby that needs gifts nor will I be treated like one! I could use this though." Vegita smiled evilly," This will be the uniform that I kill Kakarotto in. My mind is made up."
