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“Thank you all for coming,” Bulma said and grinned at her friends. They smiled back. Even Vegeta was smiling, an odd little slant that made his face…cheeky. That look made her oddly nervous. “It means a lot to have you all here.”
“Especially since the…kitchen incident,” Vegeta chimed in from the back. Bulma set her glass down and glared daggers at him. The smiles on her friends’ faces turned from simple cheer to curiosity.
“What kitchen incident?” Yamcha asked, suspiciously.
“Nothing.” Bulma raised her glass again.
“Was it yummy?” Goku asked.
“It was nothing!”
Vegeta smirked. Bulma glowered. Bastard husband.