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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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[Her eyes lift briefly from her work at his shoulder, taking in his profile, the thousand yard stare leveled at the wall. It's obvious that he isn't in the mood to talk. That's fine. She doesn't need him to. She just needs him to hear her.]

Well, good, it better stay that way! I was worried sick, you idiot! [With that outburst she throws the bloodied cotton ball into the lid of the kit with enough vehemence to make it bounce. She sniffs and reaches for a sterile pad, ripping at the packaging.] Why didn't you say anything!? If I'd known I could've done something about it! [Just what, exactly, she doesn't know, but she would have thought of something. She's a genius, for crying out loud!

...and anything would've been better than watching, unable to talk Vegeta down, while the hero-types of Cerealia took their shots at him.]

It's not like I can just wish you back if something happens, you know!

[bigbingoattack]

[The silence stretches on.

Her husband's quiet likely isn't too big of a surprise for Bulma, not when he hasn't even dared to interrupt her tirade so far, the man simply allowing his wife to get whatever she has to say out into the open. To get this conversation over and done with.

Vegeta just wanted to wash his hands of the memories of the last few days completely.

Still, even with his unending silence, his eyes dart to the side to catch Bulma's gaze while she rants and raves, just to show that he does hear, even if he can't find the words to answer.]