C553 Waiting for the Devil Buu!

The sun dipped below the horizon.

Bulma set down her coffee cup with a relaxed sigh and glanced over at Vegeta, who was immersed in his training nearby.

"Vegeta, what do you feel like for dinner tonight?"

"Whatever."

Vegeta grunted, his fingers bending rapidly as he continued his one-finger push-ups.

Bulma wasn't fazed. Vegeta's demeanor was nothing new to her; she had grown accustomed to it