Quick Note: Hello all. Yes, it is finally back. For those of you who don't already know, this is a B/V get together. It is the prequel to Falling In Love A Second Time, which I highly suggest you read if you have not already. Now in the sequel Bulma had a few memory's of the beginning of her relationship with Vegeta, Yamcha gave his account of what happened, as Vegeta gave a brief, but depressing, reflection of the get together, so consider this the full explanation of what really happened...

Falling In Love The First Time

Chapter 1 - A Need For Discretion

"Yamcha… Come on, my parents are home," Bulma weakly protested as she felt her boyfriend's hands slide under her shirt.

"All right," he reluctantly agreed before he removed his probing fingers and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Then I guess we can finish this tonight?"

"Mmhmm," she purred as she brought her lips to his. "I'll see you then."

Bulma watched as Yamcha disappointedly rose from his comfortable position and headed for the exit, leaving both of them unfulfilled. She frowned, sinking back down into the couch. "I really need to get a place of my own."

"I've been saying that for a year."

Bulma jerked her head around as she saw her arrogant Saiya-jin housemate leaning casually against the wall with a towel around his neck, in nothing but his sneakers and spandex shorts. "How long have you been standing there?!" She hissed as she jumped off the couch, not liking the snide look on his face.

"Long enough to know that you and your pathetic mate should exercise some discretion inconsideration of those of us who wish to keep the bile, that you two evoke, from being released." Vegeta grunted, completely repulsed by the sight of the two.

"Excuse me?" Bulma's mouth dropped, she couldn't believe the cruel and vulgar spin he was putting on what she and Yamcha shared. "How dare you! Yamcha and I are in love, and as a part of such we express ourselves physically. Not that you'd have any understanding of what that's like!"

Vegeta 'hmphed' as he walked past her, having no use for her naive assumptions. "If you want to go whoring around with your mate that's your choice woman, just see to it that I don't have to witness the sad display."

"You jealous bastard!" she sardonically screamed, "This is all about what he's getting and you're not!"

"Jealous?" Vegeta laughed at the absurdity. "Of what? That you and your weak mate go around fucking each other just because you can? What should I be jealous of? That neither of you have any self-control?"

If Bulma had the strength to deck him, she would have at that moment. "Fuck you!" She screamed before she ran past the proud man straight into her room.

Vegeta watched the woman leave without a feeling of guilt. He hoped she would run into her room and sob her eyes out for hours. He hoped he had hurt her pathetic human emotions, he hoped he made her feel pain. She had no idea what she had, and the fact that she was practically flaunting it in his face made him want to kill her. Kill them both.

Vegeta turned back around and headed once again to train, he suddenly had a rage inside of him that needed to be eliminated.

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Bulma ran into her room and slammed the door shut. She walked over to her drawer in a fury. "That son of a bitch, 'whoring' around with my boyfriend! Who the hell does he think he is insulting me like that!' she growled aloud as she began frantically shuffling around her drawer looking for an outfit to wear.

'Yamcha and I are in love and if we want to express ourselves physically then we can! How dare he act like that's dirty! That bastard it just envious! He couldn't get a woman in bed if her got down on his hands and knees and…' Bulma frowned as her thoughts trailed off. She knew that last part wasn't true. He might have been impossible to deal with sometimes, all right, most of the time, but he had appeal, a sort of sexy 'man of mystery' type thing. She shook her head. 'This is so damn ridiculous! Why the hell am I thinking of Vegeta when I could be with Yamcha?' She smiled as she finally found the right outfit. 'Why make him wait until later to see me in this? I'll surprise him!' She thought as she threw on the outfit in a hurry. 'He'll be thrilled!' Bulma thought as she grabbed her purse and headed out the door to prove a certain Saiya-jin prince wrong.

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When Bulma arrived at Yamcha's apartment she knocked three times before she finally heard her boyfriend stumble to the door. "Hey honey," she smiled sweetly as she kissed him on the cheek and walked right into his apartment.

"B-Bulma! It's not really a good time!" Yamcha grabbed her arms as he tried to keep her by the door.

"Why not?" Bulma asked naively. "I know I'm early but-"

"Yamcha, come back to bed." A high female voice purred from the bedroom.

Bulma snapped back towards her boyfriend with a look of pure fury on her face. "Who the fuck is that?"

"Um... It's not what you think!" Yamcha rushed in front of his bedroom door and sprawled out his arms to stop her from going in.

Bulma, however, did not bother to desist as she ducked under his arm and walked into the room to see a naked woman stretched out on the same bed they made 'love' on last night. "How the hell could you?!?!" Bulma turned back to the guilty man having seen more than enough to make her sick.

"Baby, it's not what you think, she was just a one time mistake!" Yamcha pleaded.

"One time?" The woman in bed moaned. "Sweetie, we did it at least five times just now."

Bulma turned back to Yamcha trying desperately to hold her tears. "We are through!" She roared as she ran past him to the front door.

"Bulma! Bulma... Wait!" He grabbed her wrist trying to stop her.

"Don't touch me!" she ripped her arm away. "Don't ever touch me again! I want nothing to do with you anymore Yamcha! We are finished!" she turned and left, making sure not to listen to another word he had to say.

As soon as Bulma made it back to her capsule car she sunk into her seat as she dropped her head against the steering wheel. 'How could I have been so stupid?!' She asked herself as she let her suppressed tears begin to flow. She couldn't believe this was happening. She always knew Yamcha had a wandering eye, but to do this. Cheat on her, and just hours before he was going to meet her, make love to her! 'I can't believe I was so blind!' She thought completely destroyed. All she wanted to do was rush home, curl up on her bed, and wipe away all her misery. But how could she? If finding out Yamcha had been cheating on her wasn't enough, she still had to face defeat. Here she was, just an hour ago defending what she shared with Yamcha, and now, in truth, she was more wrong than the bastard monkey himself! Her tears came faster as she couldn't imagine how this could possibly get any worse. 'I… I just can't deal with this now… I just need to relax.' She told herself as she started her car and took off into the air in a flash. Her only purpose tonight would be to eliminate the pain.

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Once Vegeta had finished his day of intense training, he had gone straight into his bedroom to take a quick shower. When he was finished, he threw on a pair of pajama pants, and assuming everyone was asleep, he went downstairs to get a quick bite to eat. He had been sitting, quietly scoffing his snack, when he was suddenly greeted by the sound of the blue beauty coming in the front door. He growled, it sounded like she was singing. Her voice was bad enough but the sound of her trying to hold a tune was even worse. "Woman!" He hissed as he jumped out of his chair and headed into the living room with the intention of making her infernal chanting stop.

"Vegeeeta." Bulma grinned as she saw the handsome man strut in. "Well, how are you?" She asked casually placing her hands on her hips, her body swaying a little back and forth.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow as he noticed something was definitely wrong with the woman. Focused however, he reverted to his original purpose. "Stop that noise you are making."

"Aww! Come on Veggg, I was just in such a good mood I wanted to expressss it." She tried to explain as she pulled her coat off and dropped it on the floor at her feet.

Vegeta definitely knew something was wrong with her at this point. However, since her well being was not his priority, he walked past her towards the steps. "Just see to it you disturb me no further." he shrugged uninterestedly, before he began to ascend the stairs to his room.

Bulma on the other hand found herself giggling ridiculously as she watched his backside move ever so perfectly up the stairs. She licked her lips; as she squeezed her fingers imagining what it would be like to get her hands on that. She quickly followed him to his room and managed to slip inside before he could close the door.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?' Vegeta asked in a furious 'your invading my privacy' tone.

"Me?" Bulma looked innocent as she slowly strutted over to him. "I was just thinking," she smirked as she lifted a hand up the middle of his chest as the other snaked around his neck, "about how much fun you and I could have." She purred suggestively as she lifted her face to meet his.

Vegeta shook his head; her close vicinity made it perfectly clear to his Saiya-jin senses what was going on. "You're drunk, woman." He said immediately pushing her away, having no need to suffer her stench.

"Am I?" She asked confused as she covered her mouth in a naughty manner. "I mussst be." She chuckled as she came back over to him and allowed her hands to start roaming over his amazingly chiseled chest again. "Because you are looking incrrrredibly delicciousss to me at the moment." She moaned as she brought her lips to his neck and slowly began kissing his tense muscles.

Vegeta frowned at the woman's insult and the closeness of her body, particularly her lips. "Get the hell out of my room."

Bulma pouted as she looked back up at the proud man. "Come on Veggg, you keep bragging about how you're a rrreal man, why don't you prove it?" She challenged assuming he wouldn't be able to resist.

He did. Narrowing his eyes, Vegeta unceremoniously grabbed both of her hands and pulled them off his chest. "Let me make this very clear woman," he began as he brought her wrists together and held them rather tightly in front of her. "I have no interest in EVER touching a creature as revolting as yourself, so why don't you save what little sanity you have left and get out of my sight!"

"Sanity?" Bulma chuckled as she twisted her hands out of his grasp. "Aren't you one to talk about sanity? Mister, 'I kill and purge because it's fun!' You have some nerve! I'm ten million times more sane than you ever were on your best day!" she garbled loudly.

"That's enough!" Vegeta hissed as he grabbed the drunken woman by the waist and threw her over his shoulder and walked out of his room.

"Vegeta?" Bulma giggled as she was helplessly lifted off her feet. "I'm not crazy about being upside down but I like the view," she purred as she pinched the perfect behind that she was admiring just a few minutes ago.

Vegeta growled at the probing woman. When they arrived in her room, he dropped her roughly onto her bed. "Now stay the hell out of my room!" He commanded as he turned on his heal with the intention of being done with the woman.

"Awe, come on Vegggeta," Bulma moaned as she jumped right out of bed again and ran in front of him before he could leave. "Please," she sounded almost begging as she slid her arms around his waist. "I don't want to be alone tonight," she pouted, suddenly changing from playful to tears as she buried her head in his chest.

"Get off of me woman," Vegeta ground his teeth as he untangled her arms. "I don't give a damn what you want. I want to sleep, so leave me the hell alone!" he hissed as he walked past her in hopes of an escape. His hopes were dashed.

"Alone?!"" Bulma ridiculed, she couldn't believe he was walking out on her. Suddenly feeling her mood swing into a rage, she waited until he turned back towards her, before insulting, "Yeah, well get used to it, because that's how you are going to be for the rest of your life! No one is ever going to give a damn about you! You'll spend you're entire life failing! That's what you'll never understand 'oh mighty Saiya-jin prince!' Goku will always be better than you! Even if you surpass him in power someday, it will be meaningless! Even in death he'll be loved and have a family and millions of people indebted to him for their lives. What will you have? Nothing! You could die today and not a soul would give a damn. You'll spend you're death burning in the next dimension all alone without anyone to care!"

As she spoke Vegeta's fists tightened and his eyes narrowed as he felt an overwhelming urge to send a blast right through the woman's chest. However, he knew if he did, she'd be right. He'd make everything she said true and if for nothing more than to spite her, he wouldn't let her win. With godly restraint he didn't even take the effort to respond as he turned on his heel and left the drunken woman to wallow in her own misery.

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Author's Note: Awe, poor Veggie. Ok, I know this was a little short, and unoriginal, but I had to bite the bullet and get the tedious Yamcha/Bulma break up out of the way so I could go straight to the juicy B/V romantic stuff! Which, by the way, starts in the next chapter when Bulma sobers up the next morning and realizes what she did the night before. How will she react? How will Vegeta? All in the next chapter…