Disclaimer: I think you know the drill. I don't own dbz. I do own my fanfics, but not the major characters.
"Vegeta. Vegeta," Bulma whispered, kneeling down beside his bed and speaking into his ear. "C'mon, wake up."
"I'm awake, I'm awake. Why, exactly, are you waking me up" he yawned, "this early?"
"You have to train, so I thought you could train more if you get a head start," Bulma replied.
"Well, I guess I'll get up, then. Are you just going to sit there? I can't train on an empty stomach, you know," Vegeta said. He decided against putting a shirt on, since he'd be taking it off when he started training, anyway.
"OK, but I've got a question first," Bulma said.
"What?" Vegeta muttered, annoyed.
"Are you ever polite?" Bulma asked.
"Not normally, no. Now, I need food. I can't cook. So, could you try to get your butt to the kitchen?" Vegeta said, getting even more annoyed.
"OK, Your Rudeness. Next time, I'll just let you starve if you can't be polite, though," Bulma replied, walking slowly.
"Woman, get your butt to that kitchen NOW!" Vegeta yelled.
"Calm down! Sheesh," she said.
"Just get to the kitchen," Vegeta sighed.
"Alright, alright," Bulma replied. "But, really, would it kill you to be polite?"
Vegeta just glared.
"Is rudeness a guy thing or just a you thing?" Bulma said.
"Woman, are you trying to drive me crazy? Cause you're doing a damn good job of it," Vegeta said.
"Here's your food," Bulma replied, realizing that this conversation was going nowhere fast.
"Finally," Vegeta said, picking up his fork.
A/N: read and review. And, yes, I know it's short. Don't complain. I'm famous for short chapters. At least, in my group of friends, I am.