***Hey everyone! It's been literally years since I have written a fanfic. I used to have a different name on this site but it's been so long, I don't even remember my login info hahaha! So I created this new one. I hope you enjoy this! I felt inspired to write one while listening to The 69 Eyes for whatever reason. Enjoy it! This is yet another take on how Bulma and Vegeta found themselves together.***

"Open Up and Bleed"

Chapter One | Exhaustion.

The sweat took its path to the floor from Vegeta's brow as he lay on the cool floor of the gravity chamber. For all the heat he had just generated in a ten hour work out he started early this morning, Vegeta was surprised to learn that the floor was so cold on his sweat drenched body. He peaked today. He spiked his energy level to the highest it could go and pushed himself. He wanted to reach the next plateau, the next step in his journey to become a super saiyan. Needless to say he succeeded considering his body felt like each limb matched two double-decker busses in weight. There was soreness in his muscles that felt so deep, it could possibly be in the bones. "I have to keep pushing! Kakarot!"

With his forehead still on the floor, he put his hands by his chest and pushed his body up so that he was now on his knees, hunched over. His forehead remained on the floor for quite some time as he searched his tanks for hidden fuel. But in actuality, he was just running off fumes. His anger, his drive, and his inability to accept the idea that Kakarot was stronger than him kept him going. How could this third class saiyan be stronger than the prince!? Vegeta let out a growl and screamed at the top of his lungs. He sprang up and began punching imaginary Kakarot's with all his might. Each punch shot head-splitting pains through his arms just as each kick did the very same to his legs. But his rage would not let him stop. Just then the huge monitor at the control panel blipped as Bulma's face flashed onto the screen.

"Hey, Vegeta, it's about two-thirty in the afternoon! Why don't you come in and eat? Or at least shower; I am throwing a party for you and the Z fighters and it starts in about three hours. It won't kill you to relax one night, and think about something else for a change. Obsessions like yours aren't healthy for the psyche," Bulma said as she watched a broken man punching the air muttering inaudible words. She tilted her head and watched him for a minute before she added, "Please come. It's in the back yard."

Vegeta continued punching the air. Growing angry that she was being ignored by Vegeta, Bulma snapped, "WELL FINE YOU JERK! I give you a civilized place to stay when you have no where to go, ask my dad to make you your training equipment that you just break within hours of it being newly finished, and feed your ass while you sit around and treat everyone like fucking shit. The least you can do is talk to me when I'm talking to you. I have been nothing but nice to you, so what in fucking hell did I do that was so wrong to you!?" and turned off the monitor before she gave him a chance to answer – if he even would have answered. She stomped off down the hall to continue getting ready for the party.

Vegeta stopped punching and set himself back on the ground. He stood and looked at the monitor as if he was looking at her. "Stupid woman." He said aloud, even though in his mind he knew she had a point. But what did he care; he was the Prince of Saiyans. Food, however, did sound like a good idea. He hadn't eaten in two days it seemed like, and that was not good for as much energy as he was putting out. He turned off the gravity simulator and made his way out of the chamber. He walked down the hall to his guest suite and went to the bathroom. I think I'll shower first, Vegeta thought.

He removed his clothes and turned on the hot water. He stared in the mirror at his reflection. He looked as his scars, at his hair, at his muscles, and his own eyes. He looked at the man in front of him and saw nothing but inadequacy. He closed his eyes and leaned over the sink, his hands at the edges and his arms fully extended. He let out a deep sigh as he stepped into the shower. It's been five months since that mysterious lavender haired kid came to warn the z fighters about the androids. Every single day, since that day, he had spent at least twelve or fourteen hours training. In all actuality, he probably has progressed dramatically, but in his eyes, he's barely moved at all.

"Please come? Obsessions like yours aren't healthy for the psyche." He heard Bulma say in his mind.

"Ugh, fine. One night of relaxing, and then I won't until after those androids are defeated and I am a Super Saiyan." Vegeta said, thinking out loud. Vegeta finished up his shower and got dressed in his room. He chose a pair of charcoal grey pants, black dress shoes, and a forest green button up long sleeve shirt. For doing so little, Vegeta cleaned up well. He sprayed some axe body spray on himself and found his way to the kitchen.

"What is there to eat, woman?" Vegeta said in a low tone that startled Bulma who was putting a sheet of cookies into the oven.

"You've got legs, why don't you go look in the fridge yourself you asshole!" Bulma said just before she turned around. She looked at Vegeta in his nice clothes and began to blush slightly. She had to give it to him, he looked fine as hell. Just then, his body spray scent reached her nose. "Wow, you smell wonderful," she said out loud without thinking. Her eyes widened, let out a small gasp and turned around.

"Hey there baby, what have you got cookin for me?" Yamcha entered the room with a stride, and walked over to his blue haired girlfriend. He grabbed her ass and planted a kiss on her lips. Bulma let him finish his kiss before saying, "I'm not cooking anything for the likes of you, Yamcha," as she winked at him. They kissed again, and as Bulma stood up straight, she looked over at Vegeta who was staring in the most peculiar way. She wasn't sure what that look on his face meant. She figured it probably meant –

"Disgusting, how this species interacts between males and females. There is no such time for love and courting on Vegeta! We are a warrior race, not idiots without purpose." Vegeta said to the couple standing before him.

"You just don't know what love is like, Vegeta. Or Sex for that matter, is my guess. Have you ever even touched a woman?" Yamcha retorted with a smug grin.

"The only reason I have to touch a woman is to plant my seed in her and have her bare me a son so that my legacy continues on. Since there isn't any more saiyan woman left, I suppose that part of my life is forever lost." Vegeta replied as he found a whole turkey leg in the fridge and started eating it. Yamcha and Bulma laughed at him.

"Go tease him, Babe. Show him what he's missing." Yamcha nudged Bulma with his elbow. Bulma laughed as she took off her apron. She revealed her zebra print bikini that had pink stars on the breasts where the nipples would be, and a star on the crotch where her you-know would be.

She walked over to the door where he had left a pair of black heels and put them on. She began playing with her hair and walked towards Vegeta so that her body bounced. Her hips swayed to an imaginary beat and she narrowed her eyes seductively at her Saiyan target. When she reached Vegeta, she put her hands on his shoulders and ran them down to his chest. She could feel his muscles tense as when she touched him, he froze. He set his turkey leg on the table as she began to push him into the living area. Vegeta didn't know exactly why, but he found himself letting this happen. Maybe he was too tired to resist, or in some sick way he enjoyed it. He figured exhaustion was just getting the best of him. She led them to a love seat and set him down. She turned around and sat on his lap and began to roll her hips over him as she put her hands on her knees. Vegeta's clenched fists opened slightly as he wasn't exactly sure what to do as nothing like this had ever happened to him before. Yamcha stood in the doorway. He remained smiling and laughing but couldn't help but noticed that there was something natural about the way she moved over him. It made him feel a little uneasy but, hey, he asked for this.

At this point, Bulma turned her body around to face him and straddled his hip area as she grabbed his jaw with her hands and turned his head, exposing his neck. She put her lips close enough for him to feel her breath, but she never actually kissed him. She traveled her breath up and down his neck, back up around his ears, and around to the other side. Once she made it to the other side, she pushed her self off of him and walked back to Yamcha with a smile on her face.

***End of chapter one! Next chapter is coming soon! Please review? :) ***