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VOICE; VIDEO; TEXT; E-MAIL

"Hi! This is the CereVice of Bulma Briefs. I'm busy right now, but if you leave a message I'll get back to you soon.

Unless you're Vegeta. If you're Vegeta, you can just forget it. I'm still mad!"

[beep.]

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[And for once she (probably) won't take issue with him indulging his homicidal side. It's a win-win.

Bulma lifts an eyebrow and shoots him a puzzled look, her freed hand taking to tapping on the underside of her CereVice. It's that or she starts pacing. Which is more irritating, Vegeta?

At least the tapping pauses for a moment when a short, surprised laugh pops from her mouth.]

Charmer. [The smile she shoots Vegeta's way isn't as sunny as it might've been, but it's a start.]

[bigbingoattack]

[Will this torture never end?

The hand against Bulma's leg suddenly rises, fingers subtly brushing against her thigh and bent knee before he traps her free hand within his own. The action could almost be considered playful and sweet, if it wasn't Vegeta initiating it.]

I say that only because the sound of your shrill shrieking will either have those men running for their lives in absolute terror or they will slaughter you where you stand.

[this is your husband]

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[Annnnnnd there it is. She knows her husband far too well to expect him not to immediately turn anything remotely positive he has to say into a backhanded compliment.

... it's just one of his many qualities that she finds bizarrely endearing. No one ever said she was certifiably sane.]

Ugh, jerk! [How's that for shrill? Her free hand balls into a fist and slams into his shoulder with all the force she can muster.

It makes her feel better, even if it is ineffective.

She sticks her tongue out at him for good measure.] Geez. Remind me again why I put up with your rude ass.

[Well, at least she's not wasting energy worrying about him anymore.]

[bigbingoattack]

[Considering his hands are currently preoccupied, Bulma gets that free hit in with ease, Vegeta obviously unflinching in the face of her pitiful strength.

He grins meanly in return, that overconfident smirk curling his lip enough to reveal a flash of teeth beneath.

--At least that biting comment seemed to be enough to distract Bulma from her maddening fidgeting for now. There's at least some improvement.] I have my moments.

[The dainty hand trapped within his own is given a gentle squeeze before being released, Vegeta shifting to rise up onto his feet, the emotional conversation already so far into the past. He turns back towards the kitchen. His stomach is already rumbling and Kami knows he needs a shower just as badly as Bulma had after the last few days.]