Written by: Jesa Jaisai

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Vegeta stared at Bulma, dark impenetrable eyes trying desperately to see around her latest plan to rope him into another one of her ridiculous affairs.

Apparently, by the way she waited patiently for his reply without sensing his dread, she was not joking.

He finally broke his stare and snorted, arrogantly shaking his head as was his routine. "Woman, you have absolutely no idea how foolish you are being."
Bulma bit her lip and calculated him carefully. Vegeta noticed with some amusement that she was doing an exceptionally good job of holding her anger in check. This amusement quickly turned to fear when he realized how serious her offer might be.

"I am not joking, Vegeta." She finally decided on. "I really would like you to come. Besides, it’s time you tore yourself away from that stupid gravity chamber and enjoyed a normal life for a while."

"You think travelling in a car for two days with two loud females and a wandering recluse of a man is my idea of fun?" he scowled suspiciously at her. "Why do you even want me to come?" he asked. "It is not as though you enjoy my company."

Bulma sighed. "You know, Vegeta, when you aren’t being arrogant and rude, you can actually be somewhat of a pleasant man." Her ice blue eyes suddenly hardened at him. "And I am not about to travel in a car with my parents alone for a weekend. They may be old, but they still…" she trailed off as her cheeks heated. "The point is, it would be somewhat bearable if there was another person near my age to share in my misery."

He stepped back. "There is no way in the seven hells that you can get me to come."

She adopted her usual stance that terrified any man, even Vegeta on a rare occasion, with her feet planted squarely and her hands on her hips. She glowered menacingly.

"Who will feed you for an entire weekend, Vegeta?"

Vegeta snorted. "Don’t be any stupider than you have to be, woman. I am capable of fending for myself. I was left alone on Vegetasei when I was but five years old."

Bulma smirked, looking not unlike him. "Oh really. How many times have you come to me, sacrificing your mighty pride to beg me to make you a sandwich, when there was more than enough ingredients in the fridge?"

Vegeta leveled a glare at her. "I will not come camping with-

"Alright." She said cheerfully. "You can start packing whatever it is a Sayajin Prince needs for a camping trip." She smacked him on the shoulder as she walked past, victory plain and glowing on her features. "See you soon, Veggie-boy."

Vegeta watched Bulma standing beside the car, her suitcase in hand as she swiped angrily at turquoise hair that fell into her eyes. Beside her sat three other suitcases. Vegeta snorted aloud and gestured to them.

"You would think that you are leaving for a year." He said mockingly.

Bulma glared. "When one cares about their appearance, Vegeta, they take care to pack necessary things."

Vegeta ignored her. Why was he doing this? Why had he let her rule him and rope him into this stupid idea of hers? They were already at each other’s throats, which was not unusual. Bulmas mother suddenly brushed past him in a flourish of cherry petals. Well, that was how it seemed to him, anyway. Her grinning, horrid face peered into his as she clasped her hands beneath her chin and giggled. "It’s so nice of you to come, Vegeta."

He consciously stepped back aware of the sickening amounts of happiness she radiated. "Yes, well, your sadist of a daughter is the one who forced me into this."

She was not daunted by his reply. She stepped into the driver’s seat and motioned for Bulma and Vegeta to follow suit. Vegeta stared into the inky blackness of the backseat of the capsule car.

"There must be more room than this." He said incredulously. The thought of being so close to Bulma and her loud, female voice the entire trip made him feel panicked. Bulma rolled her eyes. "No, I’m afraid you’re going to have to sit next to me the whole time, Vegeta."

He scowled. "I’m staying."

Bulma returned the glare with one of her own. "Alright. Then you can prepare five nine course meals for yourself." She casually began filing her nails. "I’m sure you’ll find that easy enough."

Vegeta slammed the car door behind him with enough force to tear it from its hinges. It was a wonder that it stayed intact. Slumping down in his seat he turned to Bulma. "Let’s get this over with."