Author's Note

I have some chapters of Understanding Mathematics ready, but review counts dropped drastically after its hiatus. I thought that while I waited for the readers to realize I finally updated and the story is still going strong, I'd experiment with some B/V. Yeah, let me know if it's good or not.

Disclaimer: I'll say it slowly. Faaaaaan fiction.

Full Summary: When Bulma throws a little fit, a mass explosion has given her injuries that could last for months. Under the circumstances, Vegeta has to be the one to take care of her until she recovers. During this period, could new feelings blossom?

Enjoy!

Switched Roles

Bulma Briefs.

An Earthling. A female Earthling. A weak, hard-headed, conceited, multiple-lunged, foolish, temperamental female Earthling.

It would always be questioned by him and everyone else how the two ended up together. He was a Saiyan, a prince of pure (well it was), royal bloodline, and she was an Earthling with a death wish. Back in the day, they couldn't seem to stop bashing heads with one another, and even now that was still the case. Vegeta was sure the only time, save a few softie moments he disappointed himself with, he showed her any care was in the bed. But it happened.

No matter how many times he blinked and expected her to be throwing a recently repaired training bot at his face while yelling colorful words, he would instead open his eyes to the bewildering setting of their decent bedroom, sunlight filtering through the window and playing on her beautiful face, with the two of them snuggling close under the tangled covers. Deciding a little wouldn't hurt, the prince pulled his frail Earthling mate closer to his solid chest.

The prince opened his onyx eyes and laid them upon his most prized possesion, which he hugged closer to his chest. Admiringly, Vegeta ran his fingers through the soft turquoise tendrils. No one's mate would ever bear a color as unique and silky as his, no one.

As the light and melodic snores of the woman soothed his ears, Vegeta thought back to all they had to go through to be brought together.

"For the last time, Yamcha," Bulma said impatiently, "I can't. Unlike you, I'm busy." As she sorted through her toolbox, the other hand occupied with screwing in some loose bolts on the bot, Bulma resorted to the awkward position of holding the cell phone between her leaning head and shoulder.

"What do you mean, unlike you?"

The question made Bulma roll her eyes as she installed a new spur gear inside the training bot's motherboard.

"I mean, all the other Z Fighters are too busy training to invite their girlfriends to a fancy dinner. And I'm too busy trying to satisfy an impossible prince of monkeys, so you're on your own."

"So you're saying I'm not training," Yamcha said plainly from the other end.

"Define training," she responded.

"..."

Bulma smiled triumphantly and it shined through her words. "Yeah, I thought so."

"Why do you care so much about Vegeta getting what he wants?" Yamcha asked abruptly with obvious sneer, and it was a question that started Bulma.

"What makes you think that? I just want him to leave me alone," Bulma barked, irked already.

"Well, you're choosing him over me!" Yamcha declared in a rising voice.

Bulma gasped in exasperation and shock; that was out of bounds. "Maybe because he knows how to treat a lady a lot better than you do!" Bulma lied.

Before Yamcha could respond, she dropped the screw driver in her non-welding hand and reached up for her Capsule Corp. cell phone to press END. The blue-haired heiress turned and tossed the cell phone with a furious cry. It landed in a test tube of a bubbly green chemical on a lab table.

In reaction, the lime green substance boiled to the peak of the beaker and oozed down the glass, onto the metal table. Bulma gasped and rushed over to it. She read the label instead of reaching in for her cell phone in case it burned skin, and her sapphire eyes grew wide. If she was calculating right, then the results would be...

Bulma was already whirling around, but it was too late. A blood-curdling feminine shriek was drowned out in the roars of a massive explosion.