inbox;

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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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video;

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... Mother, I don't mean to pry, but-- This, uh. "Galactic Patrolman Jaco"? ... Can he be trusted?

Video / [1/22]

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[Poor Vegeta. Just trying to call and chat with his wife and he's met with that message! "--Unless you're my husband. If you're my husband, you can just forget it. I'm still mad!" Would this madness ever end?!

He really should have just blown up the Earth years ago.]

I must be talented.

OOC

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WIFE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

Voice;

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Is it a human custom for flowers and chocolates to mean something?

[ Jaco was cross legged on the floor of his little room, studying the flier and coupons laid out on the ground in front of him. ]

OOC

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Special Delivery!! - 2/14

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[So despite all the doomsday destruction going on, Sanji still manages to get Bulma her Valentine's Day present! What, you thought the small matter of a saiyan obliterating the city would stop him? Pffft.

...Okay, so he's probably actually still trying dig himself out of a pile of rubble somewhere, but luckily his gifts were all ready to go and he has underlings at the studio delivering stuff for him.

IN ANY CASE, he's made all sorts of chocolates with little swirly designs on them because they match his eyebrow. His chocolate-covered fruit bouquets turned out pretty well, too! He's a little proud of them.

And, of course, you have to have flowers. Just a small few, held together with a red ribbon.

There's a note attached, as well:]

Happy Valentine's Day, Bulma-chan!!

Now you have something to snack on at your spa day~ Hope you enjoy them!

- Sanji

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[The sun had yet to rise by the time that Vegeta finally returned to their apartment, the Saiyan hesitating briefly outside of the front door before pushing his way in.

He was met only by the overwhelming stink of stale cigarette smoke. No obnoxiously high-pitched shrieking. No overdramatic feminine weeping. Just silence.

And stench.

A careful trudge through the entryway and past the kitchen revealed exactly why his reappearance was met with such stillness--Bulma was sprawled out across their couch, one leg hanging off the armrest and an arm thrown up at an awkward above her head, dead asleep.

As miserably distressed as the man felt after his three day lockdown within CERES, he couldn't help but snort at the sight, black eyes gazing briefly over Bulma's sleeping body before trailing down to the half-finished bottle of wine nearby. And that mug filled with cigarette butts. Hm.

When Bulma would no doubt awaken to the rustling of movement and running water within the kitchen, she'd find her impromptu ashtray and bottle of wine were gone, a glass of water in their place.]

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[Home, sweet home.

The weight of the last week still continues to pull at the couple's shoulders as they return to their lonely apartment--which had somehow managed to come out of the flood unscathed--the pair immediately separating at the entryway. While Bulma made a beeline for a hot shower, Vegeta was already turning into the kitchen, throwing open the fridge door and giving into that ravenous Saiyan appetite of his.

The silence stretched on between them, the quietness providing a tense comfort through the shared living space.

Eventually, as the evening wore on, Bulma ended up on the couch, curled up with a mug of hot coffee, too tired to even consider moving again. It was at this point that Vegeta emerged from the kitchen, still as mute as he had been since their arrival home. He moved to sit beside his wife, keeping an inch or two distance between their bodies, purposely careful to keep from touching her.]

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hEY