was happily stuffing his face.
"I wonder if they need help," ChiChi asked her husband, who shrugged at her without pausing his eating. She frowned. "I think I'll go check," she
murmured, and rose from the table. As she neared the kitchen she heard odd noises. She knocked on the door. "Is everything okay in there? Do you
need any help? "she asked through the wood.Bulma looked at Vegeta in horror. "Oh my god!" she whispered. "ChiChi's outside! What do I do?"

He frowned, not stopping his movements. "I don't know," he hissed. "Tell her something." He smiled slowly. "Or tell her to come in, I can always
handle one more, "he snickered, and she smacked him lightly.

"Uh, no, ChiChi, everything's fine! Dessert just isn't ready yet, it'll take me about fifteen minutes to finish!" Bulma yelled, breathless. Vegeta
laughed softly into her hair.

"Okay, Bulma, no problem, but let me know if you need help!" she cried, and returned to the dining room. Goku looked up at her. He had almost put
away half of the food already. "She's making dessert. It should only be about fifteen more minutes," ChiChi said, sitting down again.

“So why is Vegeta in there?” Goku blurted out, mouth mostly full.

ChiChi squinted at him. "I don't know," she said slowly. Her eyes suddenly opened wide in dismay. "I hope they're not arguing!" She gasped.
"You know Vegeta doesn't like you, and I don't think Bulma discussed her decision with him.He looked pretty surprised and angry a little while ago. "

"Do you think he's being violent with her?" Goku said, suddenly serious.

"I don't know," ChiChi cried. "Should we check it out?"

Goku nodded. "Gohan, stay here," he said, and followed ChiChi to the kitchen door. He too heard the strange noises, which were soft but insistent.
"Should we look?" he whispered to his wife. She nodded, and opened the door just a crack. The door moved noiselessly. ChiChi crouched down like that
they could both look at the same time.

There was Bulma, sitting on the counter, with her legs wrapped around Vegeta. Their shirts were unbuttoned and he was kissing her violently, sweat
trickling down his cheek. ChiChi shut the door quickly.

“What was that for?” Goku whispered.

“Don't you know what they were doing?” ChiChi whispered back. Goku looked at her with a blank stare. She put her forehead in her hands. "Goku,
they were ... you know ... "

Goku gasped in surprise, blushing furiously. "Woah. I didn't know you could do it in the kitchen ..."ChiChi smacked his arm. "You can do it anywhere. Well, I think it's pretty obvious they weren't fighting. Maybe they have a healthier relationship
that we thought; they certainly seem to enjoy each other's company. You know, I thought I'd never say this, but I kinda wish right now that you were a
little more like Vegeta at times, "she said under her breath and turned to go back into the dining room." Let's leave them alone. "

"What did you mean, more like Vegeta? ChiChi !!" Goku cried, tailing her.

Gohan looked up as they entered the room. "Is everything okay?" he asked.

ChiChi blushed. "Everything is perfectly fine," she said. "Finish your dinner."

Goku sat in his chair, frowning. "More like Vegeta," he wondered under his breath. ChiChi rolled her eyes.

Bulma and Vegeta returned ten minutes later. Both their faces were flushed and their clothes looked hastily tucked in. Bulma looked at Vegeta, then
elbowed him, giving him a pointed look in the downward direction. Vegeta reddened further and sat down next to her, zipping his pants quietly.“Well!” Bulma said. "Kitchen can get hot when one does so much cooking!" she crowed, and Vegeta scowled nervously, which earned him a kick
under the table.

Goku and ChiChi looked quickly at the table and blushed. "The food is wonderful, Bulma-san," Gohan chimed in, trying to take the attention away
from his parents. Bulma beamed at him.

"Glad you think so. The next course is almost ready," she said gleefully. "I'll bring it right out."

Vegeta started to stand up. "Need help?" he asked eagerly. Goku's jaw dropped. ChiChi hit him.

"Why don't I help you, Bulma?" ChiChi said quickly, standing.

"Umm ... that'd be great, ChiChi," Bulma said, puzzled.

Gohan was thoroughly confused.

Goku and family had left. Bulma returned from Trunks' room and fell onto the bed in exhaustion. "What a long day," she moaned. "I should make
you take trunks more often. Whatever you did to him, he's been sleeping like a log. "

"No. If you want someone to take care of him, send him over to ChiChi's. They all need to get to know him if they ever need to take care of him,right? "Vegeta answered, rolling over to look at her.

"Fine. Just no more dinner parties," she sighed. "That was a very narrowly-averted disaster!"

"Admit it. You loved it. It's the only reason you keep me around," he rumbled.

She cocked her head. "You know, I think you're right. The thing that surprises me is that I'm actually glad, sometimes, that you're around," she
giggled, and he grabbed her around the waist. "Again?" she whispered.

"Just trying to make myself useful around the house," he murmured back, turning out the light.