A/N: Wow... I haven't written in forever... dang... Welp... this is a B/V and the first that I've ever done... set in the ever popular time of the infamous "three years," you know the ones I mean. Well anyway, I want to limit myself to Bulma's POV, I find it hard for me to think Veggie-headlike thoughts... Oh well. Please lemme know what you all think! Like I said, it's been forever and I'd like to know if I'm any good or not... As a writer for Team Dragon Star (though I'm on a very lengthy hiatus) I want to know if I'm up to par!

Thanks!

~Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of the sort... this is strictly fanFICTION!


The back of my skull crashed into yet another blunt object and I knew it would be tender in the morning- scratch that, I was going to have a massive lump, that is, if there wasn't one already.

I could just see my destination amidst all the stars, metal, and wires and continued my forward movements, slowly. Army crawling is a delicate process, though there was absolutely nothing delicate about my approach.

My elbows were stained and my knees had miniscule indentations of rocks and sticks that had somehow failed to pierce my skin. I was filthy. The formerly white shirt that I donned was now blackened, sweaty, and bloody; my shorts, well, they now proudly displayed my pink underwear due to the long and jagged split. I didn't much mind these details though, I just hated the feeling of my hair. I was almost certain it was black due to copious amounts of grease and oil that had unfortunately dripped onto my hair. Yep, I was a wreck.

Finally, I reached the panel.

I rolled over, onto my back and opened the latch to expose several buttons and switches. The one I needed was prominent and eye-catching. Bright green and labeled "ON". A quick jab of my thumb acheived the necessary task and allowed me some relief as the machine over my head whirred and creaked to life.

A smirk found its way onto my lips. It worked. Not that I'd doubt my own work, let alone something that was a duplicate of an already constructed, working piece... it just was nice to revel in something so trivial as making something work.

With that done, I squirmed and scooted until I was free of the close quarters. I, however, didn't make it far.

As soon as my feet were out from under the large contraption, I lay flat on my back and sighed. Thoughts ran rampant through my head as I considered whether the present would even be used by its receiver, though, I wasn't giving it away.

It's true, I had just built an entirely new and improved Gravity Room just for Yamcha. It had been a joke, something lightly brought up in a time of idle chit-chat... nothing that I should have taken to heart- but I had. The proof was right beside me.

I had hoped that it would be used to prepare for the nearing android threat, but I knew he wouldn't set foot in the thing. Vegeta abused its twin to the point of destruction and Yamcha wouldn't dare fully enjoy, let alone use something that the Prince held in such high regard.

I didn't care.

Maybe Goku would use it. Just so it wouldn't go to waste. Ah well, who gives a damn. It was something to do, an oasis in this sea of boredom. Although, just now the only thing I would remotely consider an oasis would be new clothing and a shower...

A shower...

Yep, getting clean was next on my list. I would take an hour long shower and that would give my dear mother enough time to begin dinner.

A marvelous plan, if I do say so myself.

Using what little bit of upper body strength I had remaining, I heaved myself up onto my palms and rested. Going no further for a moment as another, unexpected, thought came to my mind.

'What is Vegeta up to?' I hadn't seen nor heard from the mighty asshole since he absconded with the original GR to search for Goku, and that had been nearly an entire year ago. 'Hn,' I snorted 'I imagine he'll be running low on fuel by now.' I chuckled some more at the thought of him being stranded in the void of outer space.

"Okay, Bulma, it's time for a shower!" A cheshire cat smile appeared somewhere under the grime and filth that caked my skin and I successfully hoisted myself to my feet and crossed through the garden to the back door.

My door creaked slightly as I leaned forward, pushing it inward to reveal my cluttered, messy room- It wasn't actually messy per say, just... disorganized... yeah, we'll go with that.

I scavanged around through a few drawers and pulled a pink bra, black underwear (panties sounds wierd and thongs just aren't my style :P ), a pair of white shorts, a blact tank top, and an orange knit shirt that had semi-long sleeves and hung loose on my shoulders.

I stopped.

The arm that I had, rummaging, in the drawer, retracted. I wasn't alone.

Turning, I beheld a pitiful sight. Yamcha. 'Oh joy.'

My hand went to my hip as I thought back to the last time we had seen one another.

"Yamcha! We're did you go?! You can't just leave someone on the dance floor like tha-! Who's that?" My blue eyes took in the unwelcome sight of my boyfriend lounging in a booth with a curly haired brunette with brown eyes and large boobs that were scantily covered with a green and yellow strapless dress. The both had drinks in their hands. Him with a beer, her with a bloody mary, her first drink of the night by the looks of it.

"Oh, hey, Bulma." I felt my right eyebrow raise. 'He didn't just call me by my first name!' "This is a fa-riend of mine... um... I'm sorry, I don't remember your name."

The brunette spoke. "That's 'cause you never got it!" She ended in a giggle that made me question my assumption that the drink was her first. Either that or she was just brown from a bottle... I heard Yamcha chuckle uneasily.

"Um, really? I could of sworn your name was- Amber or something.." He was desperate. My arms crossed.

"Close!" Giggle, "It's Shelby!" Another giggle. How were Shelby and Amber close? Not that I really cared. His uneasiness returned.

"Oh, yeah! I knew it was something like that! Uh, Bulma meet Shelly- er, Shelby.." I didn't acknowledge the girl.

"Right, well, now that you know- or have been reaqquainted with each other, you can come dance some more!" I knew the plight was futile, we probably would end the night right here. He would go home with this bimbo and I would have another drink then leave. It happened over and over.

"Eh- I'd- well, I'd love to dance with you Bulma, but you see, um, Shelby wanted to go... somewhere.. else..." I tossed my head sideways and looked at nothing in particular, anything really, just so he wouldn't see the hurt.

"Sure," I waved a hand in a dismissive gesture. "Go out with your little fangirl, or whatever she is." No wanting to hear his answer, I spun on my heel and walked off.

That had been last night... too short a time for me to have forgotten, and he knew it; although, from the reek of his close, he was just fresh from his sinful indulgences.

The bastard.

"Listen Bulma- What is that smell?" I blinked...

"Me." A grimace flashed acrossed his scarred face. I raised an eyebrow. "You've smelled much worse." I left it at a past tense. He always had an excuse and I wanted this to be quick.

"Right... Well I just wanted to apologize for last night, Shante` wasn't comfortable there." 'What?' My curious stare shifted drastically.

"Shante`? You left with a Shelby if I wasn't to drunk to remember! And you shouldn't give a damn whether or not she's comfortable! I'm your girlfriend!" His eyes found interest in a shoe on the floor. "Get out."

His attention was regained.

"What?"

"Get out! You've already made my paint start peeling from the stench of that cheap perfume your little lay was wearing last night, and that's over my smell!" I watched him stand, ready with a come back, I didn't wait. "Not only that, but you're still, clearly, drunk! And you have the guts to lounge around in my room like you weren't just in another girl's! I'm sick and tired of all your shit! I'm going to take a shower and then I intend to enjoy a quiet meal with my family!" I paused.

"Bulma-" I took a breath to stop him but he beat me, "You're not going to get a quiet family meal." His curtness startled me.

"Why?" I saw no point in asking, but, he had me, I had to know.

"He's coming."

Shit.

Well there went my R&R... Out the goddamn window.

"If that's all you've got to say then okay, now get out." I wasn't going to let his royal highnASS ruin my day. I was going to have my shower and my food. End of story.

"I'm not leaving you here alone with him." He was frank and to the point, the alcohol that had been clouding his mind was rudely slapped out and he was now alert.

"I'm not your problem anymore. So you can go back to whatever hole you just crawled out of and be guilt free. No more hiding. You're a single man."

Yamcha looked as if he had been on the receiving end of a runaway semi. But I left no room for arguement.

"Get out, I'm going to take a shower. And you better be gone when I'm out."

Water cascaded down from the waterfall type shower head. Luke-warm. Non-stop. And incredibly soothing.

If not for the bombardment of voices in my head, I would have enjoyed it even more...

'Was I too hard?' Mind...

'You're really asking that?! Of course you were to hard, but he deserved it! He brought it on himself for being so hard in other girls!' Heart...

On and on they bantered when my head brought in a forgotten subject. The Prince.

"Ahh! Why can't my life not be filled with back stabbing baseball playing assholes and alien princesses! Some semi-normality would be appreciated!" The ceiling didn't respond... I was glad.

Once the gunk was out of my hair and off my body, I turned off the water and produced a ridiculously large and fluffy towel. One of my more feminine demands...

It was soft on my skin after so many abrasive things. It soaked in the trails of water and felt amazing as it rubbed against my scalp to dry my hair some. I used a hairdryer to accomplish what little that the blue fabric could not and then dressed.

His Majesty was inevitably going to crash here. We had all the comforts of a hotel and more... The GR and the means to repair it. If he was coming here, he hadn't found Goku and he had used his brain enough to realize that Goku, too, would find his way here. The Gravity Room would be his main conscern, that and food... obviously.

I walked down the hall to the robot control panel and ordered a room to be prepared. For now, he would have to stick with what CC had to offer him; though money was no option, I was not about to spend money on someone with such a murderous past... though, thinking about it, I knew it wasn't all him.

Now... I watched the bots emerge from points in the hall and enter a room not too far from my own and begin its remodeling. I went in to watch.

New paint. Red, black, and gold... interesting... These bots picked everything, which helped sometimes...

New bed...

New furniture...

Clothes...

Bathroom supplies...

Quick and efficient-

An earth shaking crash assaulted my ears and knocked me to the floor... Bots were thrown off balance and glass shook. Falling decor could be heard everywhere. Pictures, mirrors, lamps, all of it... and more work for the robots.

I pushed myself to my knees and on to my feet before bolting down to the back lawn were I beheld a crater, a missing chunk of my house, a CC ship, My parents, and an amused...

"VEGETA!"


END! Well, this chappy anyway... I guess it's a chapter... I'm too tired to finish the rest now so I'll have to continue later... Lemme know what you think, ANYTHING is better than nothing so please review... I don't care if it's a flame, I can take it... just, you know, REVIEW... or not.. whatever. Hope you enjoyed!

~Ino***