So this is my first fanfiction. I hope you like it and I will try to keep writing quickly. But you should be honest with the comments so that I know what I could do better.




It was 8:00 a.m. on Friday and for that time it was a hustle and bustle in the Briefs' house. "Sweetheart did you find her?" One could hear a loud call from the cellar. Dr. Briefs was in the process of gathering his latest inventions for Congress. "No, if you could tidy up better, we wouldn't be late now," Mrs. Briefs called back to her husband. “Next time you should put it away so that you can find it again!” The minutes passed and Dr. and Mrs. Briefs still looked in vain for the capsules that contained the inventions.


“Are you looking for this one?” Bulma had got up because she could no longer sleep due to the noise her parents made. She was holding a box with eight capsules in it."Oh yes, that's it and you. Where were you?" Briefs running nervously up the stairs from the basement to the first floor. "They were lying in the hallway and I'm sure that you have already run past them a few times. Why were you looking for them, the congress is only on Monday." "It was postponed until today, they called us this morning We couldn't tell you because we didn't want to wake you up. "" And when will you be back? "" The congress wasn't extended until Sunday evening and because the eastern capital is so far away, we thought we'd stop there Take a room. So you'll have to spend the weekend alone with Vegeta. "


"Waaaaas !!! I spent a whole weekend alone with a big-headed know-it-all who thinks he's something better? You are probably not ticking right." Bulma's face was red with anger and she could hardly contain herself, but then she also recovered again. "You will survive it."With that, Dr. Briefs closed the door behind him and got on the plane with his wife.


Bulma stood at the window and saw how the plane disappeared more and more to the east. `Just leave me here alone with that, that's the last one. But you owe me something for that. `In her mind she could have been upset about it for hours, but she went back to her room to lie down after the stress.


Vegeta was in the GR at this time, as always, so that with a hard training he would soon become stronger than Goku.


Bulma wasn't worried about that, more about how she could get through the weekend with him.


It was 12: 00h when she finally found the strength to get up, but before she could even get up, Vegeta rushed in and yelled: "Hey woman, haven't you got up yet ?? It's noon and I'm hungry and I don't have time until you got your ass out of bed.I still have to train otherwise I'll never get stronger than Kakarott, so go for it !! "" You could at least knock before you come in here. I can also sleep as long as I want. I get up when I feel like it! "" Ts earth women, no respect. "" Oh pardon Your Highness, the great prince of the Saiya-jin! "Vegeta rolled his eyes in annoyance." You will be in the kitchen in 5 minutes, I don't like to wait! "He strutted out of her room with his cold, provocative grin, as always, and disappeared around the corner on the way to the kitchen.


'Who am I, his maid or what? Probably for him. He's actually old enough to cook his own food. He should also be happy to be able to live here at all, but I won't let anyone provoke me, and certainly not that. '


But she dressed quickly and went, slowly of course, to the kitchen


"It couldn't have lasted longer?" He asked annoyed. Bulma actually seemed to irritate him by doing everything so "quickly".

"Do you actually know that I could kill you with one blow if I wanted to?" "Yes, I know, but you still need me. Who else should repair the GR after it was destroyed and cook something to eat for you?" Your parents are still here too, "he said with a sadistic grin, as if Bulma meant nothing to him and he wanted to kill her (which of course he never intended ... who knows why).


Bulma only replied with a disgusting "Ts" and began to cook for his "Highness". As always, the refrigerator was almost empty afterwards, because with Vegeta she always had to cook in such a way that it would easily have been enough for 12 people. You know the aiya-jin ... * g *. While he was eating his meal (fr), Bulma told him that they would have to spend the weekend alone. He didn't seem to be particularly interested, the main thing was that there was someone who cooked him food and repaired "his" GR


"Oh yes, I won't be there tonight, so for better or worse you will have to cook something yourself."

I know it's still boring, but I promise you the next part will be more interesting.