A/N: I had to write super quickly a little one-shot after seeing a picture on tumblr. Which I totally love. But I can't link it here, which is aggravating, but if you message me I can send it to you, or figure something out? Idk... Oh well, hope you enjoy the story anyway!

When they first met, she was noticeably taller than him. Though he was in his thirties, he was experience his third growth spurt. The woman was still the same as she had always been, and barely noticed the change. Only in passing moments did he realize he could see the top of her head. It was moments like that which reminded him of the first time their height difference was pointed out.

"Hey, short stuff!" she called to him happily.

"Call me that again, and I will rip your head off your shoulders." He growled.

"Fine," she smirked, "do you want food, my mom made a whole spread for you."

He looked her over in that moment. He was always short compared to most fighters, but while looking at the woman who was his mate, he realized that he was in fact a few inches shorter than her. As if it really made a difference, the threat of ripping her head off her shoulders was a feasible task for him. Bulma never remarked on how she disliked his height, and besides that one comment she just made, the topic generally never came up. The only comment on his appearance that she made either regarded his hair or his body after he worked out.

During fights with her he realized that she would bend slightly at the waist with her fists balled up and placed in her trademark pose. It irked him how much those two inches made a difference between them, when he had no idea how much their difference in strength irked Bulma.

He smirked and said under his breath as he passed her, "Short stuff," which made her whip her head around at him. It was very uncharacteristic of Vegeta to ever mutter something like that. Trunks wasn't around, but still, he would never bring something up like that.

Yet, he was smirking down at her. Wait, he was smirking down at her. Which made her grimace in response. He pulled her close, leaning forward in anticipation. With one arm wrapped around her waist, and another pulling her hand to be closer to him, he leaned down and kissed her passionately. Bulma's other hand tried to push back in a weak protest, but finally succumbed to the kiss. Once he decreed their kiss to be finished, he allowed her to pull away.

"Baka! You hurt my hand!" She said, rubbing her hand. Nothing major, just a little too much pressure. She studied him again, as he smirked down at her. Those three inches that he had on her seemed to make all the difference again.

"Well, this isn't fair." She remarked, draping her arms around his neck.

"Last of my growth most likely." He smirked broadened.

"Well, you're still shorter than-"

"Don't you dare, mention his name woman." Vegeta grimaced, pulling her in closer again.

Bulma blinked her long lashes at him innocently, "What I was just going to say Go-"

"Woman!"

"Trunks!"

"What?"

"Your son is still taller than you." Bulma smiled deviously.

"But still weaker." He said, making Bulma roll her eyes.

"Whatever, Prince of all Shorties."

"Well, then, I can rule over you." he said, picking her up in his arms, and carrying her with ease upstairs.