well things have been so busy it has been a while since i have updated anything at all.
But BEHOLD! i am updating this and just updated Free Falling!

I'm a busy person so please be patient with me! )

disclaimer: I don't own DBZ...mumble mumble

My Eggs and Toast

Ch.4

Genius Beneath the Hair..What?!

He sat down at the desk, staring at the paper and pen sitting there.

He enjoyed the silence of his hotel room.(the one he got by threatening the manager that he would send him out into the disturbing mob of pyro kids after dipping him in caramel and sprinkling chocolate chips on him.)

Ok..a poem expresses someone's true feelings. It's supposed to rhyme.

Vegeta picked up the pen and prepared himself to write.

Feelings...rhyme....

...feelings...rhyme...

...feelings..

"RRRAAAAHH!!!!" Vegeta slid the paper aside and slammed his head on the desk, which surprisingly didn't break into pieces when hit by the saiyan's block head.

How in the world was he supposed to express something so pathetic as feelings onto a piece of paper and make it RHYME?!?!
The clock said 6:37.

..Feelings..

7:04

.....good things...good feelings..

7:29

...rhyme.....

7:55

....good..rhyme..

8:12

.....FOOD.

He would do anything for some of that woman's food right about now.

Her dinners always hit the spot! And breakfast and lunch were just the same.

Oooh breakfast..those eggs..that precious toast!

He felt utterly pathetic. Eggs and toast were his whole morning. They made his day! No...the woman made his day. WHAT?! This is ridiculous? Why in the world...was his pride failing him yet again?? A Saiyan Prince should not feel things like this! He..he shouldn't feel at all!

Wait..feelings..rhyme..toast..boast..RHYME!

He grabbed the paper and began scribbling down some things.

He remembered watching his son do this before he wrote a paper for his stupid school classes. Make a bubble, put ideas in it, make a line, and connect a bubble to that line. Put more ideas and build until you have a basic outline. Who knew the Grand Prince of Saiyans would ever use such a skill?? Though he would never admit it...he found it quite useful and worth his time!

His gave a cocky grin. After this masterpiece, the woman would HAVE to let him back in the house again! Wait..why was he taking orders from- oh that's right...she has those..female powers of hers. They made him shudder.

The chair tipped back onto the floor as he rose, waving the paper in the air in triumph.

"HAHAHAAA! I BET THIS IS BETTER THAN ANYTHING KAKAROT COULD EVER CREATE WITH THAT TINY LITTLE CLOWN MIND OF HIS!! MWAHAHAHAHAAA!!"

(O.o...)

-Knock knock-

"Um, room service! Are you alright sir??!"

He shot a blast through the door.

"DO NOT interrupt my victory cry!!!"

The small, feeble young lady stood, horrified, with the broom she was holding completely disintegrated. (sp? ehh just sound it out.)

She broke down crying and ran away, screaming something about a midget sorceror and how his crazy hair gives him power.

Vegeta grinned. Yes..his hair did contribute to his genius. He gently stroked it upward and sighed in a pleasing manner, then decided to leave before that annoying screeching wretch came back and he did something that, if Bulma found out, would assure him that he would never get back with her...or even breathe anymore, for that matter.

He took to the skies, leaving a beautiful hole in the ceiling of the hotel room, and looked over his little piece of paper. Genius..absolute genius!

Just give her this and something good to eat and he was promised his dwelling place back and even perhaps some sex on the side! He was brilliant!

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well..not as long a chapter as i wanted it to be but thats ok. i predit maybe 2 more chapters of this fic before its done. In the next chapter we will see the results of Vegeta's brainstorming!

Will his "genius" get Bulma forgiveness? Wait and see!! )

R&R please!! because..I love you, man. I really do.

--Lindz