“What a way to find out that even Saiyans have limits!”

“I know what you mean. Think he'll ever relax?” Raimi said from her chair.

“I hope so, I mean, look at him!” Bulma waved at the figure pacing in the huge factory space of Capsule Corp. She had had all the machines and tables moved out of the way, leaving a huge empty space for Vegeta to pace around in.

He was walking briskly, but not with his normal swagger. Instead he looked like he was going to collapse at any moment. He was drenched in sweat, and his clothes were soaked. His hands were in constant motion; running through his hair, cracking his knuckles, crossing and uncrossing over his chest. His eyes were darting around the room, and he'd stop on occasion to look at a sign warning about being safe on the job, or investigate the time clock briefly before pacing once more.

“Hey, what's up?” Dr. Briefs asked. Bulma took him outside before trying to explain what was wrong with the pacing Saiyan. Raimi shook her head and held in a laugh. She knew it wasn't funny, but then again, it was. It was Vegeta's own fault he was in such a state after all…

It had been raining; Raimi and Bulma were bored and just a little depressed. They were in the kitchen, when Bulma had suggested they go get some coffee and cheesecake. That perked both women up quickly, and they went to change into some nice clothes as well.

“Might as well make a day of it, rain or not!” Bulma said. As they had come down the front stairs, they saw Vegeta looking out at the rain, looking kinda blue himself. The gravity room was down again, and they were waiting for some parts from India, so he couldn't train, and despite his tough guy image, didn't like the idea of working out in the muddy yard. So, he sat in the living room, and pouted like the spoiled brat he was.

“Hey, Raimi, lets invite him!” Bulma whispered.

“You're nuts! He'll bite our heads off for it!” Raimi whispered back. She didn't want him along, fussing about everything he saw. But still, he did look almost sad…

“Aw, come on! He looks lonely; lets do it! He gets along with us better than the guys, I think he'll go for it!” Bulma urged. Raimi just shrugged, and followed as Bulma marched up the Prince.

“Hey, Vegeta! Want to come get some coffee and goodies with us?” She said brightly. He rolled his eyes up to look at her disdainfully.

“You want me to go do what?” His voice was scornful, but Raimi could tell he was hopeful that they'd try to convince him. He wasn't going to just agree right away though.

“Oh come on, I know you love coffee, I can't brew enough of the stuff for you. And you haven't lived until you've had cheesecake! He'll love it, don't you think?” She winked at Raimi. Raimi nodded.

“Yep, I gotta agree there. You have never had anything like it I'm sure, Vegeta. We know you love sweets… “

“You said it was made out of cheese!” He said. They laughed merrily, making him scowl. “What? You called it cheesecake!” He snapped.

“Yes, it is called cheesecake, but it's not really cheese, it's got cream cheese and sugar, its good or we wouldn't offer it to you, you know.” Raimi sighed. He relented far easier than she thought he would. They made him change into his jeans and BADMAN shirt before they left.

The waiters knew Raimi at the Café, and brought her a gigantic cup of café mocha. Bulma ordered the same for herself and Vegeta, only smaller for herself. Vegeta had never had “fancy” coffee, and obviously loved it. He drank the scalding hot stuff down in three swallows and ordered more.

“Try a hazelnut flavored one this time!” Bulma suggested.

“Hope you've got the corporate card on you, Bulma!” Raimi chuckled as he chugged the hazelnut just as fast. The waiter came up with another, having realized that Vegeta would just expect instant refills. He asked the waiter about this cheesecake stuff, and was informed that there were many to choose from.

“We have plain, cherry, blueberry, raspberry, strawberry, peach & chocolate, all of these come as toppings or flavors in the cake, and then there's Jack Daniels, Oreo, Delight… “

“Ok, I get it! Bring us two of each kind, plus what ever she wants.” Pointing at Bulma. Raimi gaped at him.

“Uh, Vegeta, I am not eating one slice each of 16 different kinds of cheesecake!” She hissed, thinking about her waistline. Even though she was a Saiyan too, she couldn't help being careful about her figure. She was still a girl, after all. He laughed at her.

“Ok, I'll take one of each, since they tell me I'm going to love it, and they can have what ever. Just bring me more of this mooka stuff.” Bulma looked at him wide eyed. She turned to Raimi, who shrugged, as she always did about his strange behavior.

“Its pronounced MOCHA, Vegeta,” She sighed. He humphed and sucked down his fourth “cup”. It was really too big to be called a cup, and held almost a gallon of coffee. The girls wondered if the café would run out of coffee before Vegeta was through. Then the cheesecake began to arrive.

The arrogant Prince took one bite and froze. Both women shifted in their seats worriedly. Did he hate it? Was he allergic to it? Why was he just sitting there? Slowly he swallowed the small bite he'd tried, and sat quietly once more. Bulma began to tremble. Raimi tried not to ask him what he thought. They sat in silence for a moment, and then his face broke into a huge grin.

“By Kami, this is the most wonderful thing I've ever eaten!” He exclaimed, before shoveling the many tiny slices into his face. Raimi and Bulma sighed in relief, before they were forced to scoot backwards to avoid flying crumbs. To their alarm, he demanded that the full cakes be delivered to him, one at a time. And more coffee, now.

After he'd gone through six complete cheesecakes, each half a meter across, Raimi tried to stop him, or at least slow him down. He scoffed at her concern.

“I can eat way more than this! You've seen me do it! So what's the problem?!”

“Well, it's just that cheesecake is very… heavy and filling, Vegeta. You should wait for just a few minutes, really!” She said worriedly. Of course, he ignored her, and dug into the seventh one (the Jack Daniels flavored one)

It was after the tenth one that Bulma noticed that he was… well jittery. He was fidgeting, and was finally slowing down on the cake. He wiped his brow and took a deep breath, then asked if it was hot. Both of them stared at him. He never noticed heat or cold!

“Um, no, its rather cool, actually. It's RAINING.” Raimi said sarcastically. He was too nervous to notice.

“I have to get out of here. Can we go?” He asked. Again they stared, but recovered quickly. Bulma had the huge bill put on her card, and asked for the rest of the cakes sent to her employees as a treat, and they set out. Vegeta set a brisk pace, walking quickly. He was chattering about all kinds of things, just running off at the mouth.

“So, I wonder how that Kakarrot learned how to teleport? I never met anyone in Frieza's army who could, speaking of which, Raimi, remember that pretty boy Zarbon, man Bulma thought he was a hunk, she was drooling over him! I better hit Super Saiyan soon, or I'll pull my hair out, I can't believe Kakarrot did it; When will those parts for my Gravity Machine come in, Bulma? Hope it's soon, I'll go to where is it? India? And get them myself if not… “ Raimi's eyes were wide with wonder, and Bulma was hiding her smile behind her hand. He was really hyped up on that coffee and sugar. He was never this talkative normally. Raimi dropped back, as Vegeta just babbled on oblivious.

“I'm worried, Bulma! He's really jacked up! He ate way too much of that cheesecake! And how many gallons (Think 2 litres) did he drink? Fifteen?” She asked. Bulma nodded.

“Yeah, the bill was z600 (Zenii)! And we only ran up z50 of that between the two of us! Uh oh, he's getting away from us!” Vegeta's pace was increasing, and he was almost a block ahead of them. Raimi grabbed Bulma and flew the short distance to catch up to him. He turned and stared at them, eyes wide.

“I don't feel very good! I've never felt like this before!” Hs eyes narrowed and he pointed at them. “Did you two poison me? Why aren't you two hot and nervous like me?” Bulma and Raimi looked at each other and burst into laughter. He growled and tried to power up, but couldn't focus enough to do it. He stood there trembling from all that caffeine, looking miserable. Raimi relented, and looped one arm though his. Bulma took the other, and they dragged him back to Capsule Corp. He might be like this for a while, and he should be away from the city's excitement and bustle until he was normal again. As if he could ever be considered normal…

That was hours ago. He wasn't better yet. He positively reeked of the coffee he'd drunk, and was still jittery. Also, he wanted to lie down, because even his Saiyan stomach was hurting from all that rich cheesecake. His belly was swollen from it, and he rubbed it now and then, wincing. However, he couldn't stay still, so lying down was just not possible. He kept mumbling about being poisoned by that delicious stuff. Raimi really did feel bad for him, but not that bad. She had an idea.

“I don't want him to find out about this, it's humiliating! Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans, laid low by COFFEE!” He said. “Besides, I can't concentrate!” Raimi nodded, and pondered some more, and then smiled.

“I have an idea! Come on!” She led him into the living room, and pulled out the Sony PlayStation™. “Here, lets play that Street Fighter game. It's hard at first, but not that hard. Come on!” She showed him the controller and how the buttons worked, and they sat fighting for a while. It was engrossing for him, because it was new, and also a fighting game, but he had good hand-eye co-ordination, so he didn't need to focus. It seemed perfect to keep him busy for a while, and off her and Bulma's backs. Finally, Raimi was able to set it so he could battle the computer and play by himself. Then she took a nap on the couch, babysitting him until he needed a new distraction…

Two Days Later…

Raimi and Bulma were exhausted. Vegeta still hadn't slept, and neither had they, really. They had to sit with him and watch as he paced about, or played every video game they could find, (All fighting games of course) or whined about his stomach. They had bullied him into the shower at last yesterday, so he didn't smell quite as badly of coffee.

”Maybe one more day, and I'll be back to normal!” He said hopefully. Bulma cracked her eyes open and then closed them again. Raimi jerked awake, startled by his voice.

“What? Ginyu, Frieza, where… Oh hey, it's the Caffeinated Wonder.” She yawned.

“Oh, hi guys!” Goku's happy dumb voice rang in the doorway. “Chi-Chi sent over this for you.” They turned and stared wide eyed at what Goku was holding. Vegeta turned green and ran out of the room, while Bulma covered her eyes and began to cry.

“Oh, please Kami-sama, get that thing out of here!” Raimi choked out. Goku frowned slightly and put his hand on the back of his head.

“Yosh! Sorry, I didn't know you guys didn't like Cheesecake!”

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