(Vegeta comes downstairs to see his breakfast not made.)
Vegeta: Bulma! Where's my breakfast?!
Bulma: I haven't made it yet!
Vegeta: What the hell have you been doing all morning?!
Bulma: I've been working in the lab. What have you been doing, Vegeta?!
Vegeta: Bitch, I've been training in the Gravity Room all night. I deserve a good breakfast!
Bulma: Well if you didn't train so much, you wouldn't need to eat breakfast!
Vegeta: Well if you didn't work in the lab so much, I would have breakfast, and we wouldn't be arguing right now!
Bulma: If you would learn to cook, I wouldn't have to make you breakfast!
Vegeta: If you would let me run off to other planets to get breakfast, I wouldn't need you to cook for me!
Bulma: When you learn to fix your damn space pod, then I'll let you go off to other planets!
Vegeta: You're the super genius, and you promise to fix it for me!
Bulma: You better learn how to fix your own junk, because I'm tired of fixing everything you break!
Vegeta: You're tired of fixing things, and I'm tired of your BIG FUCKING MOUTH!
Bulma: I'm tired of your big fucking mouth, too!
Vegeta: You know what?! I'm going back to the Gravity Room, because I don't need all this shit!
Bulma: FINE! GO BACK TO THE GRAVITY ROOM! SEE IF I CARE, VEGETA!
Vegeta: Since you don't care if I go back to the Gravity Room, I'm going!
Bulma: Starts crying Go ahead!
Vegeta: Walks away
Bulma: Cries harder Fine. Just go, Vegeta.
Vegeta: Stops walking STOP FUCKING CRYING! It's making me sick!
Bulma: Wipes away tears Why don't you stop yelling at me first?
Vegeta: Only if you make me breakfast.
Bulma: How about I make you happy, instead?
Vegeta: Stomach growls Fine, I guess I don't need breakfast that bad.
Bulma: Giggles girlishly
Bulma: Shall we go then?
Vegeta: Okay. But I jump on the bed first.
Bulma: No way! I want to jump on the bed.
Vegeta: I've got an idea. How 'bout we both jump.
Bulma: Walks up to Vegeta Sounds good to me.
Vegeta: Then let's go, already.
Bulma: Grabs Vegeta's arm Okay, come on.
Vegeta: Puts his arm around Bulma
(They walk up the stairs, arm in arm.)