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-Breakfast Time!-

Vegeta sat down at the table to eat his breakfast alone, and in complete silence. He had already sent the woman's simpering mother away. It was slightly unnerving having her stand there grinning at you as you ate.

But at least the woman's mother could cook, unlike anyone else in the whole frickin' house. Bulma's cooking tasted like fried shits. Even the cookies. Especially the cookies. He wondered vaguely if she did it on purpose. Figures.

Vegeta dug his spoon into the huge pile of grits on his plate and proceeded to dig in. After consuming about ten huge spoon fulls in 2 seconds, Vegeta became aware of a strange wet warmth on his shirt. Looking down, he discovered a large splat of grits splattered all over his once pristine blue spandex suit.

Vegeta glared at the offending food. How dare it! How dare it stain his royal clothing!

Vegeta was so irritated he said this aloud.

"Well its not my fault!"

Vegeta looked around in surprise. There was no one around…He looked down at the grits.

"Who said that?"

"Me you dummy!" said the grits.

Vegeta blinked a couple of times and sighed. He was definitely going crazy. Food was now talking to him. He felt like Kakarot all of a sudden. That oaf probably talked to food too when he wasn't too busy stuffing his face.

"This is ridiculous."

"What is?"

"I'M TALKING TO FOOD!"

"So? Don't you usually talk to food?"

"Noooo."

"Well maybe you should. Anyway, don't blame me for getting all over your royal clothing. I'm food, I don't have the ability to control gravity."

"No, just the ability to talk to people who don't wish to be talked to."

"Hey! You started this conversation bub!"

"I did no such thing!"

"Yes you did!"

"No I didn't!"

"Yes you did!"

Vegeta scooped the grits off his clothes with his spoon and held it up in front of his face.

"I DID NOT!" he yelled.

"Um Vegeta?"

Vegeta spun around in his chair to look at the woman standing in the doorway.

"What woman!"

"Uh why are you talking to your breakfast?"

"I'm not talking to it! It's talking to ME!"

Bulma just stared at him for a second. Vegeta, holding the spoonful of grits, glared fiercely at her.

"Suuuuure…ok whatever Vegeta have fun…"

Bulma turned and walked away very fast. She decided that she really really really did not want to know…

Vegeta turned his attention back to his breakfast.

"I am the mighty Saiyan no Ouji! I shall conquer you weakling breakfast food stuffs!"

And with that, the mighty saiyan prince swiftly devoured his breakfast, utterly destroying his delicious enemy and leaving no survivors.

fin

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