Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Love is the Most difficult to Satisfy ❯ Never Mean a Single Word You Say ( Chapter 1 )

One horrible week.

That was how long Vegeta had been living at her house since they had learned about the androids. One disastrous week, listening to him complaining about everything she did, demanding everything be done for him, and insulting everyone. She knew he still believed strongly he was a prince, but he seemed to be forgetting he was a guest in her house, and not her master. Only one person in the household was happy about Vegeta's presence, and it was her mother; of course.

"Bulma, aren't you just thrilled that Vegeta is going to stay with us for so long?" asked Bunny in her usual high-pitched voice. Mrs. Briefs was so excited, she was all over the place, always trying to please Vegeta "Plus, he is such a nice handsome boy!" If she weren't a married woman, she would have probably been all over him!

It took Bulma everything to resist the urge to roll her eyes. "Whatever you say, mom." Her mother was so oblivious to everything around her, and was extremely dense. Even Goku could see how Vegeta was for crying out loud! Bulma shook her head softly as she picked up her toolbox from the floor.
"I have to go work on his Majesty's Gravity Room."

It's not like she wanted to, but he left her no other choice; he wouldn't shut up about the damn thing! The good thing was, she had made him wait the whole week for it. She would do it, but when she wanted to, not the other way around. Someone needed to stand up to Vegeta once in a while, and apparently, she was the only one willing to do it.

Figures.

The one person who couldn't fight wasn't scared of Vegeta.

"Do you know where he is?" she asked her mother.

Bulma had to make sure Vegeta wouldn't be around while she would work, or he would annoy the hell out of her. Every time she tried to progress, she would stand behind her, and bitch and whine about how slow she was, or that she was doing it wrong. Even though he didn't know the first thing about building a gravity room! The nerve of him!

Mrs. Briefs rested her finger on the corner of her mouth, thinking deeply.

"Oh, I know," she said, a smile illuminating her whole face. "He's outside! The poor boy has been training all day!"

Bulma's mother picked up a plate full of freshly baked cupcakes, as she began to walk in direction of the door. "I'll bring him something to eat. He's probably really tired!" She smiled at her daughter, before walking out of the room, her usual big smile on her face.

Bulma could do nothing but stare ahead, in complete disbelief. How her mother could be so clueless about Vegeta's attitude and insults were a complete mystery! Vegeta was in no way trying to be nice to her mother, which made it even more confusing! Nonetheless, she had to get to work before he starts bitching again. Truth was, she also had a great desire to finish the GR, since she hadn't been able to get a good night of sleep because of the Prince of all Assholes. Every day, every night, he would ask for it.

Flashback

Bulma's wild, curly blue hair was peaking out of a light pink blanket, which was hiding her whole face, as she soundly slept. Her father and her had been working extremely late on new projects, and neither had notice the time fly by. Bulma had been exhausted that the instant her head touched the pillow, she had been out like a light. Her slumber was so deep that even if a bomb had exploded right beside her, she would probably remained asleep. Unfortunately for Bulma, that also meant she couldn't hear Vegeta as her entered her room, extremely pissed off. The prince of saiyans had very little consideration for her sleep, and health, and had no intention of letting her sleep.

He walked in direction of her bed, and stopped when he reached the edge, ready to yell. "WOMAN!"

Vegeta sighed in annoyance when he obtained no reaction from her; what the hell was wrong with this woman? He didn't have all day! "WOMAN!" He yelled again, this time right beside her ear, which caused Bulma to jump very high, in shock.

She blinked a few times, trying to comprehend what had just happened, only to find herself staring at Vegeta. Confused and slightly disoriented, she reached for her alarm clock, only to find out it was 4:35am. What the hell was wrong with him? What could he possibly want so early in the damn morning? Sometimes she wondered if he only did this to annoy her.

"Vegeta, what in the world do you want?" Bulma had never been a morning person, and considering the way she had been woken up, it did not help her mood one bit. "Do you have any idea what time it is? NORMAL people are sleeping at this time, you jerk."

He couldn't help the smirk that grew on his face, his day starting better than he had expected. The sun wasn't out yet, and the woman was already pissed off. "I'm very well aware of the time," he said, his smirk fading away. "I heard you and the old man working all night, so don't try that bullshit on me, woman."

Bulma sighed, groaning in frustration; she felt extremely annoyed by his presence, and felt like she was going to lose it if he didn't leave soon. She picked her pillow and put it over her head, trying to pretend he wasn't there.

"What the hell do you want?" Her voice was barely audible, since her pillow was in front of her mouth, covering her voice, but Vegeta heard her anyway
.
Finally, she was almost being polite when addressing him.

"My gravity room, why isn't it done yet?" He had clearly told her he wanted it done 2 days ago, yet he always found her doing everything but that.

Bulma could already guess he looked pissed off, without even being able to see him. Anger was probably his only known mood. Although, this time, she always had a feeling of fury stirring inside of her. She could not believe he had woken her up in the middle of the night to ask about his damn gravity machine!

"I haven't had the time yet," said Bulma as she took the pillow of her face, and put it behind her head once more. Her eyes were half-closed, since her eyelids were so heavy from the lack of sleep. "My life doesn't resolve around you, you know."

Vegeta smirked. "I'm sorry I forgot how important that weakling boyfriend of yours is." Yamcha was nothing but a joke. "He can't do anything for you.
"
Bulma's mouth was slightly opened, as she couldn't believe he reached a new level of asshole. "Look woman, the only reason I agreed to live here is so I could train! If you don't build this damn machine, I can't train, which mean I'm only wasting my time." He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "I'm going to come in here, and bother you every damn night until I get my gravity room."

Vegeta grabbed with his left hand the pink blanket that was covering Bulma, with every intention to making her get up. "Why don't you get to work now?"

He pulled the blanket away from Bulma, and carelessly threw it on the floor.
Bulma could not help the small gasp that escaped her lips, as the cool air hit her mostly bare skin.. She had gone to bed so fast, that she hadn't really taken the time to change and put on a real pajama. There was no way she would have known Vegeta would have come in her room, or anyone else as a matter of fact! Bulma was only wearing her black lacy underwear, which was hugging and revealing her curvy ass, and a tiny white top, which wasn't even going half way down her stomach. All she had done was basically removed her clothes, and go to bed.

Vegeta kind of raised his eyebrow, since her current attire had been very unexpected. From where he was standing, he could get a good view of her curvy body; her black underwear was showing off her ass perfectly, and her white top was giving him a full view of her round breasts since it was almost transparent, although it would have been better if he could have had a front view. She was definitively hiding most of her body, because he had never noticed all of that. Although, he had never checked her out before, and had no reason to, which was probably why this was new to him.

Bulma felt Vegeta's eyes on her, and she immediately put her hands over her chest, in a small attempt to cover her breasts.

At least she knew men and saiyans had one thing in common; they were pigs. "What the hell are you looking at asshole?"

Vegeta chuckled at her reaction; one glance her way, and her self-esteem blew out of proportion. "Certainly not at you." Vegeta frowned, to let her know just how much the view of her body disgusted him.

"Only a stupid, low fighter like that earthling could enjoy such a pathetic, fat, and disgusting body."

Vegeta smirked when he saw how offended and mad she was at him. He couldn't help it, he enjoyed her feistiness too much, she was much more interesting when she was angry. "Don't ever think you could be in my league woman. I don't enjoy underclass women like you."

Vegeta picked the blanket off the floor, and threw it a Bulma. "And please, cover herself."

Bulma didn't know what out of this world kind of self-control she was practicing right now, but she couldn't believe she hadn't blown up by now. Perhaps his unexpected boldness was leaving her completely speechlessÉ Nonetheless she took the blanket and covered her body; she wouldn't show him more than he had already seen. The peep show was over.

The Prince turned around, ready to leave since he was satisfied with the trouble he had brought her, but he stopped when he reached the door. "Oh, and by the way. You should stop throwing yourself at any man that passes by like that. You could be mistaken for a whore."

In a pure moment of rage, Bulma picked up the first thing near her, which happened to be a book on her night stand, and threw it at Vegeta, aiming for his head. "JERK!"

Of course, the book never hit nowhere near him, just as he had expected, and even if it had, he would have simply dodged it. There was a smirk on his face as he walked out of her room, satisfied that he had managed to get under her skin. Bulma was sitting on her bed, in disbelief! Who did he think he was, talking to her like that? She buried her face in her pillow, screaming in rage. She promised herself one day she would get him back for all of this. Payback was a bitch.

End of flash back

And after 5 more nights like that, Bulma had gotten tired of it, and she had agreed to build his gravity machine. Although, the only reason why she was doing it was because he had promise to stop stalking her at him in her bedroom, and annoy the hell out of her. Having him in her room, every night for a week, at 4 o'clock exactly, insulting her, and keeping her up had been enough for Bulma to give up, and say, I'll do your damn machine, now leave me alone. Of course, his smart-ass response, Good Girl, had only managed to piss her off more. What the hell did he think she was, some kind of dog? Bulma had a feeling that if things remained this way, she would kill Vegeta long before the androids arrive.

On top of that, Vegeta was only one of the problems going on in her life at the moment. Her boyfriend was also being somewhat of a pain in the ass for the past week. It seemed Yamcha had decided to avoid her, cancelling dates, or not picking up his phone. Also, when she did manage to get a hold of him, and wanted to organize something, he would mysteriously always have something at that time. Bulma truly hoped this had nothing to do with Vegeta, because first of all it would be childish, and second, she had no intention of losing her boyfriend over that asshole.

"Woman!"

Bulma didn't even have to turn around to know it was Vegeta who was calling her, since it seemed he was the only one who's brain was too small to remember her five letters name. Or perhaps he was only doing it to annoy her to no end. She voted for the second option.

She titled her head to the side, annoyed. "What do you want Vegeta?" She was finally doing what he wanted, and he was still bothering her? "I'm working on your stupid machine, can't you leave me alone?" she asked, as she kept trying to finish the electronic panel.

Bulma, who was on her knees, could see Vegeta was now beside her, since she could see his feet. "Not until you give me food."

She slightly raised her head, and took notice of his clothing; a white wife-beater, and a black spandex pair of short, which definitely left nothing to the imagination. Her face was at the right level to take it all in, which caused a slight blush to appear across her cheeks. Feeling a little embarrassed, she looked away, pretending this wasn't awkward. Although, she was grateful Vegeta hadn't noticed her reaction, at least, that was what she believed.

"I thought my mom bought you food," she said, trying to make sure her full attention was on the panel in front of her, and not a certain saiyan's package.

Vegeta scoffed. "That woman talks way too much, I can't stand her." He had tried being rude to her, but the more words she obtained out of him, the more she wouldn't shut up.

Vegeta decided that Bulma was going to go, that she wanted or not, so he wrapped his arms around her waist, and lifted her up, before pushing her in direction of the kitchen. "Now go make me something to eat."

Bulma sighed heavily. "I'm not your slave, Vegeta." Honestly, she was trying to be a good host to him, but he was making it difficult! He was treating it as if she were nothing! "Go make your own lunch!"

"You're damn right you're not my slave." Bulma looked at him, somewhat shocked; was Vegeta agreeing with her? Then, he continued, and she understood. "If you were my slave, there's no way I'd let you talk to me like that, I'd probably kill you for it."

Bulma shook her head at herself; had she really been foolish enough to believe Vegeta was actually being nice for once?

"ARGH!" Bulma kicked her toolbox the hardest she could, cursing him, and the way he thought he was a God walking on Earth. "You can be so annoying sometimes!" Bulma stomped her feet as she started to walk towards the kitchen.

Vegeta ignored her rage, as he simply smirked. "Oh, and I hope you can work faster than that woman, because of you keep this ridiculously slow pace, I'll never get my machine!"

All that could be heard in the house were Bulma's screams of madness.

"Stupid woman," muttered Vegeta.

-L-

"What do you want?" asked Bulma in despair as Vegeta took a seat right in front of her "I'm already making your damn lunch and I'm doing your stupid gravity room." She sighed heavily as she put down the butter knife she had been using. "Please don't tell me you want something else," she said, almost in a begging voice.

"Maybe I do," said Vegeta with his usually smirk on, and Bulma knew he was trying to piss her off.

Vegeta stared at her for a while, before getting up, and walking to the fridge to take a bottle of water out. "Even if I did want something else, I am the Prince of all Saiyans. You shouldn't even use that tone with me," said Vegeta, reminding her of their conversation a few minutes ago.

"Oh, I'm so sorry your majesty." The sarcastic tone she used was hard to ignore, but he did, which upset Bulma, since he could easily get reactions from her. She decided to at least have his attention. "Pervert," She murmured.

"Pervert?" repeated Vegeta, just to make sure he had heard right.

Since Vegeta was resting against the counter, Bulma turned around to look at him. "Yes, pervert," she said, letting him know he had heard right.

"Remember? You came in my room in the middle of the night, and then you saw me half-naked. Don't think I didn't see the way you looked at me," said Bulma re-calling how she had felt his eyes on her, nearly burning her skin.

Vegeta chuckled; this woman was proving to be more and more entertaining than he had expected her to be.

"For your information, woman, if I did want a mate, I could find one a lot better than you. Actually, anybody would do." Bulma took a deep breath, before pushing the unfinished sandwich away. He really knew how to hit a nerve he shouldn't hit.

"You know what, just make your own damn lunch," as she said that, Bulma stood up from the chair, and left the kitchen, stomping away.

This man was unbelievable! Bulma swore to God, that by the end of the week she was going to strangle him. She had always known Vegeta was hard to deal with, and yet she had been foolish enough to believe this wouldn't be so bad. Why?

Vegeta was sitting by himself in the kitchen smirking. Fighting with her was quite new, and entertaining for him, since nobody else ever really dared to do so. Either they were too dumb, like Kakarot, or too scared of him. Not her, she had this feistiness, which kept her going, even if her life was in danger. Not that he was enjoying her company, but she was the most tolerable person on this stupid excuse for a planet, and she provided him with some distractions. Ever since he had step foot in her house, he had been trying to provoke her into a fight.

Hungry, he walked overt to the table, and picked up the unfinished sandwich ready to it. After all, he was not going to make his own food. As he picked it up, the basket of laundry Bulma had left on the floor caught his attention.

Actually, on particular clothing piece did, the one on top of the pile; her black underwear. Vegeta wasn't afraid to admit she look decent when she fixed herself up. She also looked very good if you compared her to what Kakarot had gotten himself. Vegeta smirked when he recalled how Bulma had blushed earlier on, when he had been standing in front of her while she was on her knees. Sometimes, she was just too easy, but then again, all humans were.

Vegeta, not liking the sandwich, decided to throw it in the sink before going back to training.

-L-

The doorbell had rung, and Bulma had come to open it, and she was shocked to find out Yamcha was standing her doorway. He had avoided any type of plan with her, but he considered it okay to show up whenever? She decided not to let this bother her, and simply enjoy the fact that he was here with her instead.

"Hey you!" Bulma smiled in joy at the sight of Yamcha standing in front of her door.

"I haven't seen you in a while." Almost 2 weeks. "I didn't even know you were coming!" She hoped he had an explanation for why he had been avoiding her, but she wouldn't push the issue, or she probably wouldn't see him for another while.

Yamcha gave her a small weak smile. "I wanted to surprise you." He popped his head inside, looking around, as if he was nervous about something. "Is Vegeta here?" He stepped one foot in the house, trying to make sure he wasn't there, before he could come in. Then, after a few instants, he turned to look at Bulma, a smile on his face.

Bulma shook her head. "He's training outside; he'll probably do that all day, as usual." Bulma sighed, before closing the door behind him, knowing she had been right the whole time.

To her disappointment, Yamcha had been distant with her because of Vegeta. But that was completely silly; he knew she would never go for someone like Vegeta.

Without thinking, she reached out for him, and pulled him into a hug. Yamcha smiled as he put his hands round Bulma's waist, bringing her closer, and he then kissed her lips lightly. "You know, we really haven't seen each other in a long time." Yamcha bent down to her kiss her neck softly, while his hands were on their way to her stomach, to caress it.

Bulma giggled softly, as she put her hands on Yamcha's hands to stop them for going anywhere else. "Oh, I see, so it's not me you missed," she said in a semi-playful tone.

Yamcha ignored Bulma's comments, and her hands, and he still kept working his way to under her shirt. "Oh come on Bulma." He kissed her neck softly as he turned her around so she was now facing him. He lifted his eyes from her neck, to look in direction of her room, and then he looked back at Bulma, raising his eyebrow.

Bulma smiled softly, and then sighed; letting him know she was giving up, and he won. A little excited, Yamcha to her hand and lead her to the bedroom. Yamcha and Bulma had sex together before, after all he had been her first, but now it was slow. Ever since Goku had destroyed Frieza, they had done a lot of fooling around, but nothing more than that. Yamcha wasn't really happy with that, but he wasn't going to force Bulma into anything.

Yamcha truly looked like a little boy in a candy store, in Bulma's eyes, as he led her in the bedroom, and closed the door violently. Yamcha knew you had to be an idiot not to notice how beautiful Bulma was, especially in that particular moment. Her nice, and soft blue hair wasn't in one of that crazy hairstyle of hers. It was simply a little curly, and long, nearly going all the way down to her breasts. Her breasts! How many times had Yamcha tried to get a feel of those; they were round, full, and perky. Right now, her white shirt was allowing him to notice she wasn't wearing a bra, which only turned him on more.

He walked towards Bulma, and put his hands on her hips, before he bent down slowly, and forcefully kissed her on the lips. Surprisingly, Bulma find herself being slightly turned on by this; she was used to him being so gently, nice, and somewhat boring. When he would actually act somewhat rough, she could find herself wishing he would just threw her on the bed, and take her. Yamcha slowly laid Bulma on her bed, before allowing his hands to roam over her body. With his left hand he was trying to undo the button of her mini-short, while his other hand was working it's way up, feeling how fast her heart was beating.

Although her heartbeat had nothing to do with being excited or aroused, she was simply worried Yamcha would go too far. Bulma knew Yamcha would never force her to do anything, but she couldn't help it. It was not as if she wasn't ready for sex, or scared, it was more that since he had cheated on her in the past, she wanted to make sure this time would be the good time. Bulma wanted to re-assure herself about his feelings, and if he really did love her, he should have no problem waiting a little longer.

To Yamcha's relief, he finally reached her breast, until to find out he was feeling up a bra. How could it be? He had been so sure she was not wearing one! It was then he realized it was a thing one, which barely did anything to help, and he found himself wondering she bothered. He still smirked against her lips as he lifted her shirt to get a better view of her soft, flat stomach. Yamcha's lips left Bulma's mouth to kiss her stomach, one of his hands under her breast, while he let his other hand reached to her back, so he could try to undo her bra. Bulma started to struggle under him; she wasn't sure she wanted to go there right now. Yamcha though, seemed pretty clueless about what was going on, as he still kept trying to undo it.

Bulma was somewhat saved when the door suddenly opened. It smashed hard against the wall, causing both Yamcha and Bulma to turn their heads in direction of the noise, only to find Vegeta standing in the doorway. Bulma immediately took notice how Yamcha's anger which wasn't something that happened very often.

"What the fuck is your problem?" asked Yamcha who was really sexually frustrated; didn't this asshole know the meaning of fucking privacy?

Vegeta could only chuckle at his pathetic reaction. "You think you are man enough that she would let you mate with her?" he asked before crossing his arms in front of his chest, nearly challenging him..

Yamcha scoffed. "Well, I certainly have more chances than you to get laid, so I'd say yes."

At that moment, Bulma decided she had heard enough, and she pushed him off of her, not believing he had said that. What a way to sound romanticÉ "How dare you talk about me like that?" she asked Yamcha, giving him a death glare. When he didn't answer, she turned around to face Vegeta. "And, you. I 'mate' with whoever I want, and it surely won't be you."

Vegeta cocked his eyebrow, making sure he had heard right. "Woman, don't worry about that; I'd never sink so low." Vegeta smirked when he saw how close Bulma was to explode out of anger; it was pure delight.

Bulma was doing her best to take deep breaths, to calm herself down, but it wasn't working. Damn it, why did he know just how to push her buttons? "Just get out of my room, Vegeta," said Bulma in a surprisingly calm voice, while she reminded herself not to launch at him.

Vegeta shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever woman." He didn't really cared what she wanted. "Just make sure you work on my Gravity Room, instead of fooling around with that weakling." With that said, Vegeta walked away from the couple, like he hadn't interrupted anything.

Yamcha turned around to look at his girlfriend. "Well?"

"Well what?" asked Bulma slightly confused; why in the world did he sound so pissed off for? He was acting as if it was her fault Vegeta had decided to barge in her room, nearly destroying the door!

Yamcha shook his head, clearly mad at Bulma. "You know what, I'm just going to go relax somewhere else." Yamcha stood up from the bed, and walked away from Bulma, leaving her all by herself, slightly frustrated, and clearly annoyed.

Bulma sighed heavily; great now she had two angry idiots to deal with. As if one wasn't enough.

Yamcha was sitting on Bulma's couch, watching some women do exercises, when Bulma arrived in the living room. She had looked for him all over, but she should have known he would be there, watching that. Yamcha didn't even look at her when she sat down beside him; apparently, he was still angry.

Bulma put her hand on his arm, taking the first steps. "Yamcha, say something." It was really out of character for him to be this angry with her, and she couldn't chase away the tingle of pain in her heart.

Yamcha's eyes remained fixed on the television. "Why do you keep him here?"

He knew Bulma was aware Vegeta was the reason he had been avoiding her. How could Yamcha want to be around Vegeta, knowing he was responsible for his death? On top of that, he was selfish, and clearly abusing Bulma's time and wealth. To clearly put it, he despised the guy, and if he were stronger, he would have killed him a long time ago.

Bulma sighed heavily, before coming closer to Yamcha. "Because we are going to need him, and as much as you hate him, you know that too." She replaced a tuft of her blue hair behind her ear. "Trust me, I'm not so please with having him around either. I'm not doing this because I enjoy his company."

For the first time, Yamcha turned around, and saw Bulma's ocean blue eyes fixing him, looking deeply into his eyes. "Then why do you tolerate the way he acts, and treats you, and me?" He looked away. "You don't even care that he interrupted us!"

Bulma closed her eyes; unfortunately, Yamcha was right, she was not upset that he had interrupted them earlier. She knew it sounded horrible, but she couldn't help the thought. "Look, the world doesn't revolve around you."

Somehow, that strike her as a familiar saying.

Yamcha crossed his arms, which reminded her of Vegeta. "Maybe it should."

Bulma scoffed at his words, as his sudden arrogance also reminded her of the prince of saiyans.

"Well, I'm sorry, your majesty the King Yamcha but I have other priorities." Her anger getting the best out of her, Bulma got up, and walked towards the door. "I won't let you talk to me like that. Get out of my house." She pointed the door, no hesitation in her words or movements.

Yamcha shook his head, as he got up, not believing she was actually doing this. "Oh, but when Vegeta treats you like that, you don't fucking throw him out, do you?" Bulma glared at him, letting him know it would be better for him to shut up. They were different, this was different.

"Whatever." Yamcha knew he needed to calm down a little.

He decided to go outside for a while, and train a little more; he needed to change his mind, and that would be perfect. He could pretend he was kicking Vegeta's ass.

Bulma could hear him curse under his breath; she knew it was probably something about her and Vegeta. She felt bad when she thought about all the things in his mind right now, but it didn't really matter at the moment. The fact that they fought didn't really hurt her, and she didn't care if he stayed or not. She was in no mood to deal with his bullshit.

When she heard the door close, she took the remote control, and shut down the TV. "What an idiot."

Bulma shook her head, before relaxing in the couch. She knew she had to make a decision concerning her relationship with Yamcha; did she still feel the same towards him? When they first started to date again, she was excited, and she felt like a high school girl with a crush on the school's jock. Now, that magic, those butterflies; they were gone. She had to admit though that Vegeta wasn't helping the situation. There she was again; no matter what she was thinking about, her mind would always bring her back on Vegeta. He must be bothering her a lot more than she had thought. But that was simply because he was walking around, thinking he owned the place, or something.

"Dreaming about me?" Bulma snapped out of her thoughts and turned her head to see Vegeta standing close to her, his arms crossed over his chest with that dumb smirk on his face.

She sighed; when you talk about the wolf. "What do you want?" She got up of the couch, not wanting to be in the same room than Vegeta for too long.

"Don't you think you've ruined my day enough?"

"Not really," he said with a smirk, as he sat down on the couch, and took the remote. "Until I have my Gravity Room, I've got nothing else to do." Oh that bastard is enjoying this, thought Bulma. Anything to torture her was pure pleasure to him.

Vegeta could not help but notice Bulma was staring at him like if she was trying to kill him with her mind. "Don't tell me you're still mad at me for walking on you and that piece of shit." She should be thanking him for saving her ass from that weakling's hands.

Bulma's fingers crisped into fist. "His name is Yamcha." She was doing her best to keep her composure, reminding herself, he was only doing this to get a reaction out of her.

"Do I look like I care?" said Vegeta, not even looking at her as he responded. "And please don't tell me he actually had a chance to mate with you?" he asked, like if it was totally impossible, although it was possible.

He couldn't really tell if Yamcha had gotten some already, but he head a feeling they had crossed that bridge before. Well, the point was, now he wasn't getting any.

Bulma looked confused; what was he trying to say? "What do you mean?"

Vegeta finally turned his head to look at her. He scanned her whole body, from down to up, making Bulma slightly uncomfortable. "Well, you're pretty hideous." Bulma rolled her eyes. "But, I still thought you had better standards than that. I didn't think you'd make the same mistake twice. "

Bulma didn't really know what to make of that; was it Vegeta's way to make a compliment? Probably not. "Oh because I should aim for someone like you?"

"You could." Then he paused. Was that it? she thought. "But you're not good enough, woman."

"And what exactly makes you think that you are good enough for me?" asked Bulma before sitting back on the couch, her hand resting on Vegeta's shoulder, feeling every muscles of his well build body. Wait, it wasn't time for thoughts like that. "What makes the great Vegeta thinks I want him?"

Vegeta looked into her eyes; was she trying to be seductive? Because if that was the kind of game she wanted to play, he could do the same. Vegeta approached Bulma, and put his hand on her hips, surprising Bulma. Deciding he liked the reaction he was getting from her, he pushed it a little further, just to see how far she'd fall for it.

"Well, it's pretty simple actually."

Bulma looked at him intrigued, and raised her eyebrow, letting him know to keep going. Vegeta held Bulma even tighter against his body, so tight that her breasts were squeeze against his chest, almost popping out of her shirt, causing Vegeta to smirk as he subtlety looked down.

He bent down to her ear, and whispered, "I'm irresistible."

Then, right away, Vegeta let go of Bulma, leaving her half-laying on the couch, astonished. What the hell had just happened there? Bulma felt so aroused, yet so disgusted by what had just occurred. Had she really let Vegeta touch her like that? What in the world was wrong with her? She put her hand on her forehead; no, she didn't have a fever. She must be crazy then.

After what happened earlier, Bulma wasn't sure she wanted Vegeta around to distract her while she worked on his Gravity Room, inside the house. So, she had come up with something, to make sure he would stay out of her way. It wasn't the best equipment, or solution, but it would doe for now, and it would get him off her back.

"Just train in here until I finished your damn gravity room," said Bulma as she showed Vegeta the ship she had installed outside for him. It was very alike to the one Goku had used to go on Namek. "It's not the best, but it should the job for now, and it should keep you away from me."

Vegeta didn't look very happy about this whole thing. He didn't want that, he wanted his Gravity Room, but then again, training in there was a lot better than wasting his time on her. He sighed angrily. "I guess it's better than nothing." Vegeta turned around to look at Bulma, and glared at her. "Don't think that means you can slack off and sit on your ass, woman."

Bulma tried her best to bite her tongue, and not say anything back, but it didn't work. Vegeta just knew how to provoke her, and was always doing it on purpose, or so it seemed. "Well, maybe if you weren't so weak, you'd already be stronger than Goku, and you wouldn't need this." She smiled at her comeback, when she noticed Vegeta's reaction.

Vegeta was turning as read as a tomato; how dare she say such thing! His mind was filled with anger; he was the Prince of all Saiyans, and she couldn't talk to him. Kakarot was nothing, he had been lucky, he was worthless.

Bulma simply smiled at him. "Whatever you say, Vegeta." Now that should shut him up, thought Bulma, very happy before leaving a very angry Vegeta all by himself. Served him right.

Vegeta sighed very heavily, and cursed her before entering the ship. He hated that woman, oh Kami, did he hate her.

-L-

Bulma was enjoying her time away from Vegeta; for the past week, all he had been doing was bothering her about this damn gravity room. What the hell was he thinking? That it would only take her a couple of seconds to create it? He really had no sense of anything! Well, it was no wonder; he always expected everybody to treat him like a Prince, so he wouldn't have to do anything! He had no notion of how long it could take to accomplish work.

Bulma knew she could have been working on his little demand, but she thought she deserved some time for herself. Ever since her fight with Yamcha, they both had stopped talking, and the problem was, she wasn't really sad about it. Bulma didn't know if they were broken up or something, but she didn't believe Yamcha would give up that easily, no matter how angry he was. But the real question was: what in the world did she want? Yamcha wasn't the strongest, nicest, or cutest, but she never cared about that; he always had been the biggest crush of her life.

Bulma sighed, before getting up from the kitchen chair, and walking to the fridge to take a bottle of ginger ale. All this mess was getting to her head, and usually the only way for her to become at peace was to work on some projects, but if she worked on the Gravity Machine, it would remind her of Vegeta. Wait, why the hell did she care anyway? It was only Vegeta.
Honestly, she needed a distraction before both men drove her crazy. She could go and hang out with her mother in the living room a little, at least that would be a distraction right?

-L-

Vegeta was in the gravity room, the machine to the maximum power, and he had thrown around one of his own energy balls. Nothing would be a better work out, than avoid his own attack, since it was so powerful. This damn woman had annoyed the crap out of him, and he just needed to re-focus, and train over and over again. He wouldn't think about that stupid woman anymore, and focus on what was important.

She thought she was so smart anyway.

What an idiot, thought Vegeta, as he kept trying to avoid his energy ball. It was getting harder and harder as his body was getting tired. He was sweating a lot, and it seemed his attack was increasing in speed, which he hadn't quite planned.

Although, it wasn't like he couldn't take care of it.

Vegeta grunted in exhaustion as he avoided his attack once more. Since there were also other equipment around, which was helping his attack bounced, he had to be on his guard and very careful if he didn't want to end up blowing himself up. He wouldn't die, or be hurt at the hand of his own attack.

I can do this, thought Vegeta.

In his train of thoughts, his own attack bruised the right side of his body, catching him by surprise. Vegeta, who stopped concentrating on his flying, gave in to the gravity, and fell down on the ground, with a huge smack. He raised his head just in time to see his own energy attack coming his way. In a desperate attempt to stop it, Vegeta raised his hand in the air, and created another one, to counterattack.

As Vegeta was struggling to add more and more power to push away his energy ball, he put too much power, and they both collapsed into one huge energy ball, causing the whole ship the explode. As it exploded, it caused the whole ground to shake, which caused Bulma and her mother to have their cupcakes on their faces, and the whole plates to fall on the ground.

Huge purple rays came out of the ship before it exploded to pieces. A huge cloud of black smoke came out of the ship as pieces of it flew everywhere. Yamcha, who was training nearby, and Bulma, immediately ran in direction of the explosion.

"Vegeta!" yelled Bulma, as her heart started to beat faster. Oh, what in the world did that idiot get himself into!

-L-