OMGZ! This the third freaking time I've redone this story! Well this time I actually came up with a decent plot that NO ONE has done before...and it took me to realize that after reading my favorite books for two hours to finally get inspired. Really funny how books and media can inspire some of us...anyway, here it is...for the third time! Enjoy guys!

Beginnings

Summary: (Pre-Android Saga) Forbidden love slowly rises to the surface between two stubborn individuals as Bulma watches three years of her life unfold into something that not even she thought would happen. B/V

"Nothing can stop the man with the right mental attitude from achieving his goals; nothing on Earth can help the man with the wrong mental attitude"

~Thomas Jefferson

~Bulma~

Describing the last three years of my life as insane would be an understatement. I always imagined being married before having my baby. In my mind it consisted of a huge wedding, eventually getting the hell out of my parents house, and more importantly, being with someone who didn't treat my life like a measley crumb on the floor. Too bad that little thing called life had different plans for me, starting that forever fateful day.

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Three years earlier...

It had been a few months after the mysterious teenage boy warned them of the Androids. Bulma was now at the point where suicide wasn't such a bad idea. Not only did she have to constantly endure the stubborn being that was Vegeta. Within the last five days, his injuries were steady increasing. Between her and her father, Bulma spent the majority of her time fixing the gravity room. As if her life was not already close to non-existent. Life was easy, carefree, and fun before he came into it. She never worried about witnessing someone she cared about dying right before her eyes on TV, someone calling her 'woman' instead of her name, or having to hear constant death threats to herself and anyone else she holds a bond to. Furthermore, his life wasn't any better...or boring. Outside of training, all did was eat endless amounts of food an slept his ass off.

What's the point of fixing that machine when all he does is break it? she thought, taking another sip of her Frappuccino. She was fixed the last of his training bots and additional bots that helped her mother with house work. While fixing the bot, she was wondering where her life was going. She was thirty years old, still living in her parents house, no husband, and on and off boyfriend who wouldn't stop bothering her, and a Saiyan prince who wouldn't shut the hell up! It was no wonder she hadn't had a heart attack from all the stress.

"Hello dear. How are the bots coming along?" Dr. Briefs asked, joining his daughter in the lab.

"It's okay, but it's becoming rather redundant. I don't how I'm going to deal with him. I just fixed these for him like less than four days ago, and yet here I am again. It's like a bad case of deja vu." Bulma explained, sighing a bit.

He chuckled at his daughter, while petting Kitty. "You just have to learn to be patient with him, dear. Sure he's a bit abrasive, but I just learn to put up with it."

"A bit abrasive? There are so many more adjectives to describe that ass! Let's see, he's an egotistical, arrogant, annoying, unappreciative, stubborn, pig-headed son of a-," Bulma went on, before being cut off by her father.

"Dear, I think I got your point after annoying." Dr. Briefs smiled, while watching Kitty nudge Bulma's leg.

"I don't think I can take it anymore. You guys may be able to handle that beast, but I can't. If I have to fix one more bot, I think I'm going to throw a wrench at him." She laughed, playfully rolling her eyes at her father.

He sent her a knowing glance, before smiling. "I'll be working on something for headquarters. Let me know if you need help." He told her, picking up Kitty and going on his way.

A bit abrasive...that's the understatement of the year, She thought, setting aside the last training bot, Thank Kami, I'm finally finished! Now I don't have to hear-

"Woman!" The Saiyan prince bellowed, making her jump out of her chair.

"Looks like I spoke too soon." She mumbled, before Vegeta entered her lab. "What is it now, Vegeta?"

"I demand the new bots I asked for." He growled, impatiently, all while berating her in his thoughts. Hell, I thought it would have been obvious why I'm here...stupid wench.

Bulma tried not to say something to set him off, so she let out a breath before responding, "They're right over there. I just finished them...and I'm not handing them to you."

"Hn," He sneered, managing to stack the bots together and left the lab.

"Thank you, Bulma..." She offered heself a job well done, rolling her eyes at his lack of courtesy.

"You actually thought I was going to thank you, woman? You're more stupid than I gave you credit for." He smirked, knowing she was bound to blow up.

"Ugghhh, you're so damn infuriating! Why the fuck is it so damn hard for you to just be courteous?" She yelled, suddenly feeling the heat in her face rise.

"Look, woman. You're beneath me, and I'm not giving you a pat on the back for something that is your job." He let out a sneer before leaving, "Like I would ever lower myself your level, idiotic woman."

"Egotistical bastard." She mumbled, crossing her arms.

"Stupid wench." He countered, just before the door to her lab closed.

Ugghhh, why do I insist on giving him the satisfaction? Bulma thought, moving onto more important work.

...

Five hours after dinner, Vegeta continued his intense training under 500 times Earth's gravity. He focused on the task at hand, but he still couldn't comprehend why of all people that Kakarot had surpassed him in becoming a Super Saiyan. The damn, low class trash didn't even understand fully what he's capable off. To be a Super Saiyan was to be beyond a great warrior. To be the greatest warrior in the universe. That title, Vegeta believed, was reserved for him. He had the royal blood running in his veins, not that incompetent idiot Kakarot.

He's trash! So why the hell is he surpassing me? I am Prince Vegeta, the greatest warrior in the damn universe, and here I am being mocked by an oblivious imbecile! He thought, throwing his fist into another one of the bots.

He made his decision. He couldn't let anything distract him. He was on a set course, and he was going to follow it to perfection. Anything less would be unacceptable. If it meant avoiding that woman and her family as much as possible, then so be it. Nothing would get in his way, or else it would meet it's end.

"Damnit!" Bulma shouted, burning her pinky finger on her cup of tea. She hated when she did careless things. She already dubbed herself as a klutz, but she accepted it was one of those things that crept their way into her silly life.

"Bulma, stop with all that foul language. It's not lady like." Bunny scolded, fixing herself a glass of tea as well.

Yawning could be heard, as Bulma watched her father walk into the living room. "I knew I smelled something. Too bad I thought it was food. Anyway, I have to go to HQ, darling. I'll be back before dinner."

Bunny smiled at her husband's affection, "Be careful, dear."

"Will do." He replied, heading on his way.

Bulma sipped her tea while looking out the window at the gravity room. She wondered what he was doing in there. It was obvious he was training, but she didn't know why he always trained himself to the point of exhaustion. It couldn't be healthy to not have a break from working hard. Then again, she knew it sounded hypocritical in her mind to scold him, especially when she knew his motives. She understood what it was like to work hard on something and not wanting to stop until it was finished.

She took another thoughtful sip of tea. Sure he wants to beat Goku, but I can't help but wonder if that's the only reason he's in this fight with us.

"Oh, that young man. Always working so hard. I should probably get started on preparing lunch. He sure has an appetite." Bunny giggled, heading back to the kitchen.

Deciding not to sit on her ass anymore, Bulma put on her fuzzy slippers and went outside; her destination being the gravity room. She took in the breezy air, letting her long blue locks blow in the wind. She truly enjoyed the nice, crisp September weather. Though it was bit chilly, it was decent weather otherwise.

Once she was in front of the gravity room, she realized it was completely empty. The door was wide open and he was nowhere in sight. I'll be damn. Maybe he's decided to give himself a break.

After turning around to leave, she noticed that he was in the back yard throwing fast punches at the air. The more she stared at him, the more she could see how truly committed and focused he was. As if there were nothing else existing but him and the surrounding area. His olive toned muscles were defined. Her eyes could see every crevice and indentation in his arms and chest. They were chiseled as if he were something created by Michelangelo. He was a living and breathing Adonis. He was beautiful.

Wait...what am I thinking? I shouldn't be thinking about him like this. He doesn't give me the time of day anyway, so why are all these obscene thoughts in my head? She shook off the weird thoughts, and continued to curiously watch him train. Ever since she'd known Goku, she always had an interest in martial arts, but she never decided to take it up or anything, like Chi-Chi.

"Can I help you, woman?" She realized the Saiyan had asked her a question. A sarcastic one at that, but she was almost distracted at the sight of him without a shirt.

She snapped herself out of her girly thoughts."Oh...ummm, nothing. I was watching you train. I'm kind of bored."

"You sitting there is distracting. Unless you want to be my punching bag, leave." He grumbled, attempting to not lose his temper.

He grimaced her with pure disgust. This woman brought the most rage out of him. She was annoying, loud, hormonal, and most of all nagging. How anyone dealt with her personality was beyond any reason he could think of. Perhaps she was just watching him train. Nevertheless, her prescence remained a nuisance.

While his staring persisted, Bulma's lips crept into a haughty smirk. "Are you done staring me down...or do you really like what you see?"

"Don't flatter yourself. No man of great caliber would ever stoop so low. Too bad that doesn't explain that sorry excuse of a warrior that you managed to mate with." Vegeta snided. He could help but let out an evil laugh at his own satirical observation.

Bulma huffed indignantly. "At least he knows how to treat a lady. You'd think for a prince you'd know how treat a woman with respect."

"Are you done with this useless babble, woman?" His voice leaked irritation and maximum frustration.

"Maybe. How come you always train so hard?" She asked, noticing herself changing the subject.

He gave an honest effort to not yell at her, while pinching the bridge of his nose. "To beat Kakarot."

"I know that, but you could hurt yourself pushing it to the limit like that." Bulma mentioned, playing with the sleeves on her hoodie.

He huffed at her absurd response. "Pushing myself to such heights will aid me in becoming stronger. Saiyan's become stronger when they're beaten to near death."

"Isn't that an oxymoron? You know, you hurt yourself to get stronger?" She questioned, making him want to continuously bang his head into the ground.

"Are you done asking me stupid questions, woman? I have training to do, so that I can destroy these damn androids that your pathetic race can't seem to do!" Vegeta shouted, losing his temper yet again.

Bulma tried her best to not to get pissed, "And you wonder why I think you're a jerk! Ass hole!"

"I'll take it as a compliment, bitch." He snarled, going back to his training.

"Uggghhh, fuck you, bastard!" She yelled, stomping all the way back into the compound. She didn't know how she was going to put up with that man for another three years.

"Come on, B, just tell me why?" Yamcha complained, as he and Bulma continued to walk. Bulma had just finished her dinner date with Yamcha, and was now walking home with a Godiva hot chocolate in her hands.

"Yamcha, he has nowhere else to go. I can't just throw him out the front door. I just have a heart, and I don't like seeing people suffer." Bulma explained, taking another sip of hot coco, "Kami, this stuff is better than sex."

"And now I'm offended," Yamcha muttered, receiving a playful smack from his girlfriend, "But seriously, B. I don't think it's safe for you to harbor a mass murderer capable of causing genocide into your home. I just want you and your family to be safe."

"I know you don't like him after what happened before, Yamcha, but he really needs a second chance. Goku explained to me what Vegeta told him on Namek before he died. He's so bitter and cold hearted because he never had a chance to be anything else. He was taken from his family and then Frieza killed his father, even after he did everything the monster asked him to." Bulma told him, as another breeze brushed past them. She felt thankful that she owned such a warm, yet cute pea coat on over her warm thermal jacket.

Always trying to make excuse for the son of a bitch, He thought, trying not to roll his eyes. "I don't know, Bulma, death isn't something you can really forget about."

"Look, just try not to do anything stupid when you're here. Vegeta isn't really the type to put up with bullshit." Bulma warned, as they approached her house.

"You act like you know the guy." Yamcha said, trying to play it off as a joke. In reality, his level of irritation was growing by the second. It really pissed him off that Bulma cared so much about Vegeta after all the pain and suffering he's put everyone on Earth through. Whenever he was crossed, Yamcha made sure that those people were dead to him. Period. He just couldn't comprehend how Bulma could stomach the sight of Vegeta every day of her life.

He noticed Bulma glaring at him, after noticing the sarcastic tone of his voice. "I'm not saying that I know everything about him, but that I know for sure."

"I gotta get going, B. Talk to you soon. You know, gotta do some more training." Yamcha replied, giving her a quick peck and left. He figured if he just kept his mouth shut and left, there would be less yelling and less energy wasted. Once Bulma made up her mind about something, he knew she wasn't likely to discuss the topic any further, to his displeasure.

I just hope you know what you're getting yourself into, Bulma. He let out a long sigh, as he continued his flight home.

As she watched Yamcha disappear more into the distance, she took a seat on the porch. She knew deep down, Yamcha was being protective because he cared deeply about her, but she also knew he was becoming a little jealous. Regardless of the situation, Bulma didn't like it when people thought she was incapable of taking care of herself. She had been told many times how stubborn she could be, but that wasn't going to change anytime soon.

I don't know what I'm going to do about that guy, Bulma thought, letting herself in. She noticed that in the living room, her parents were watching old movies and cuddling on the couch. It was cute how somethings could bring people closer together. Well, this is perfect weather for cuddling.

After ascending the stairs, Bulma took her coat and scarf off, carrying them both in her arm. Tonight was such a good night, despite Yamcha's abrupt departure and bitter attitude on the topic of Vegeta. Her dinner and movie with him was amazing, and their stop for Godiva hot chocolate made it even better. Bulma tossed her purse on her bed and put her coat in her endless walk in closet, shutting the door behind her.

It made her wonder what exactly Vegeta was doing with his evening. Did he ever do anything for himself besides train? It didn't seem like he did anything enjoyable or fun. Sure, it's great that he works hard and trains, but shouldn't he be able to enjoy what's left of his life? In his defense, it could be another possible experience that he was robbed of by Frieza. Who knew what the hell that monster did to such a poor, innocent soul.

Well, at least he was an innocent soul before I met him. Her mind imagined a little Vegeta. She could see him playing tag with any other Saiyan children. Then again, he'd probably complain about how foolish it is to indulge in useless activities.

Her playful, yet awkward imagination kept her from hearing the prince walk into her room. "Where the hell have you been, woman?"

Bulma let out a loud squeak, before accidently tossing the remains of her hot chocolate on the prince's face. Her mouth almost touched the floor in shock. "Oh Kami, Vegeta I'm so sorry. Yo-you just came out of nowhere and scared me and-"

"Hn, like something like this would hurt me. It didn't even bother me." He responded, using his towel to wipe the warm liquid off his face, "Don't think that this distracts me from getting an answer out of you."

"Wait...what are you talking about?" Bulma asked, crossing her arms.

"Where have you been? You wreak of that weakling's scent." Vegeta responded, feeling his nose turn up at the awful smell.

"What did you expect? He's my boyfriend, Vegeta. This is what couples do, they hang out and enjoy each others company." Bulma told him, slipping out of her black booties.

"Hn, just keep your sentimental bull shit away from me." He warned her, continuing his walk down the hallway.

"Well, is there anything else I can help you with while you're bothering me?" She asked, shutting the door to her closet.

"The training bots need to be fixed immediately. I cannot put off my training because of your incompetent pieces of machinery." He explained.

"I'm sure waiting until morning isn't going to kill you. I'm not nocturnal, so I'm going to bed." Bulma said, taking out her earrings.

He scoffed instead of rolling his eyes, "Just have them done, woman, or I'll use your head as a substitute."

"Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night." She said, letting the sarcasm drip a little.

He grumbled something about hating Earth as he left her room. Bulma let out a small growl. It still amazed her how incredibly large his ego was. Not even her ego was that big, and that was saying something.

He's so arrogant. Might as well get used to it for the next three years of my life. After throwing on a tank top she hopped into bed. While she laid her head down on her pillow, she realized just how long these three years were going to seem. Welcome to hell. Population...me.

Mornings she didn't have to work brought a five a.m. run for Bulma. Running was great therapy for her mind. It gave her a chance to think without all the interruptions. Just peace and quiet. Sometimes she thought about what she was going to do with her day, while at other times she thought about Yamcha and her friends. On her walk back home, however, she thought more about Vegeta. He was one confusing puzzle that she couldn't manage to solve. His haughtiness was obvious, and she understood why he was the way he was. What she wondered was why hadn't he ever considered changing? He didn't have to serve Frieza anymore, so she thought he may consider relaxing his attitude just a little bit.

Maybe I'm expecting too much. Old habits do die hard, She thought, letting herself in. She grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator once she got in the kitchen.

"Good morning, honey. How was your run?" Bunny asked, sweetly.

"Great. I ran just about three and a half miles." Bulma told her, taking another swig of water. She could hear Vegeta padding his way into the kitchen. And the battle of wits begins...

"Oh, Vegeta, your breakfast is on the table." Bunny told him, before leaving him and her daughter in the kitchen.

There was an incredible amount of awkward tension in the room. Bulma wasn't sure what she should do. Make nice conversation and get ridiculed or keep her mouth shut and go about her day.

I could use a day where I don't have to hear him complain or repeat how he's royalty. She took yet another casual swig, while leaning against the counter.

Not that the Saiyan prince wasn't in the same boat. He never was the type to engage in small talk, and he wasn't going to start now. In an odd way, he felt obligated to do so with her standing there staring at him no doubt.

Insulting her is just too easy, and I don't want to hear her squacking, bird like voice to penetrate my hearing. Either I insult her...or say nothing at all? The second option sounds better. He chomped away at his breakfast, while she managed to pick up a banana.

"So...those bots are fixed." Bulma told him, while peeling her banana. Though she didn't want to say anything, she couldn't handle the silence anymore. Too bad she just dug her own grave, again.

"Good. The old man finally managed to do his job." Vegeta responded, shrugging.

Bulma nearly rolled her eyes, "Funny how you say that, considering I fixed them for you."

He merely looked at her for moment, "Hn. It's about time you showed me the respect I rightfully deserve, woman."

"It was only so that I didn't have to hear you bitch anymore, you jerk." She growled, clenching her fist tighter around her banana.

"Hn, I don't have time to bicker with you. I have training to do." He said, ending the conversation once the door shut behind him.

For the umpteenth time in the last few days, she let out yet another irritated sigh. If I didn't know any better, sooner or later I'm going to go crazy dealing with that guy.

Oh, the witty comebacks between Bulma and Vegeta. Anyway, I had fun writing this chapter...you know since this is the third time I've re-written this chapter. Third times a charm right? Yeah...so, I hope you guys enjoy! Don't forget to leave reviews!

Cherriez