Kristen: Hey minna! Welcome to another DBZ fic. This is my second seriouic, but first romance fic. So please, I'm trying my best.

Aden: Very good opening. Nicely said.

Kristen: (with one eyebrow raised) Nani? No smart alec remark?

Aden: No. Just complimenting you.

Kristen: (with skeptical look) I'm sure. What'd you do?

Aden: (defensively) Nothing. *walks away*

Kristen: Yeah. A little about the story. It takes place when Vegita
goes into space. I thought that maybe he wouldn't be by himself and
that there'd be an adventure in the 3 year gap during the Android
saga. So, enjoy. I only own this story's plot. I also love reviews.
*stops and sniffs* Is that smoke? *looks alarmed* ADEN!! WHAT THE HELL
DID YOU DO?!!!!!! Ja ne minna! *runs off* I'M GONNA KILL YOU ADEN!!



It was only a few hours past sunrise. The calm quiet helped Bulma
relax and enjoy her slumber. She had only woken up a moment ago, but
decided to enjoy the peace.

"WOMAN! WHERE'S MY BREAKFAST?!"

So much for peace.

'Maybe if I just ignore him, he'll go away,' Bulma thought as she
snuggled deeper into her blankets. She frowned. 'Wait, I'm talking
about Vegita.'

The sound of someone stomping up the stairs made Bulma sit up in bed.
She then jumped at the sound of someone banging on her door.

"It's too early Vegita!!" Bulma yelled as she marched over to the
door. So far he ruined her perfect morning. And for that, he was going
to get a piece of her mind. She threw the door open.

"It's about time. Now go make me some food. And could you actually
make it decent this time?" He smirked at his little question.

How she just wanted to wipe that look from his face. "How about doing
it yourself? You claim to be perfect, so surely you can handle that."

Normally she would have him bug her mother to fix his food, but sadly,
her parents had decided to go on vacation. Leaving Bulma and Vegita to
fend for themselves. Now she had to put up with his annoying self.

"How dare you." Vegita started to yell. Bulma sighed. It was way too
early to start a fight. She still had not had any coffee.

"Fine. I'll get your breakfast." She brushed by a speechless Vegita.

As she descended down the stairs, Vegita turned to glare at her. She
had purposely let him win the argument. How dare she mock him!
Growling, he made his way to the kitchen.

Bulma was cooking some eggs when she noticed Vegita leaning against
the wall. His arms were crossed and he had his usual glare. Bulma
ignored him and put the eggs on a plate.

"Your breakfast is ready," she said while putting the plate on the
table. Vegita strutted over to his chair and sat down. He sniffed.

"I suppose it smells edible."

"Whatever." Bulma grabbed her coffee. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've
got work to do."

Vegita merely grunted in response. Shrugging, Bulma left. Vegita
engulfed his meal and left to train.


Bulma sat next to the console of her project, working on some wires.
She had been working on it for several months and was nearly finished.
She would have been finished a lot sooner, but Vegita had a tendency
of breaking the gravity room, thus spending her time to fix the
Gravity room. Sometimes she wondered why she invited Vegita to stay
with her in the first place.

'Because he's cute,' her mind told her.

"Yeah right! He's an arrogant, annoying, egotistical pig," Bulma
muttered as she pulled some wires. 'But he's still cute.'

Sighing, Bulma looked up at a clock. It was 10 p.m. Time sure did fly.
Standing up, Bulma decided it was time to call it quits. She decided
that she'd try to eat something and get some sleep. She put her tools
in her toolbox and exited.

It was amazing how her life now revolved around working on her
projects and fixing the Gravity room. Tonight she was supposed to have
gone on a date with Yamcha, but she had broken up with him a couple of
days ago. It just wasn't working out. He had roaming eyes. Too
roaming. Eyes that led him to flirt and be with other women. There
wasn't enough stability in the relationship. That was one of the
reasons why she couldn't be with him. Yamcha never seemed to able to
comprehend that. So here she was, 23 and single.

Bulma flipped on the light as she walked into the living room, but no
light came on.

'Strange. There couldn't have been a power outage, because I would've
known and Vegeta would've been complaining,' Bulma thought as she bit
her lower lip. Could it be a blown lightbulb? Maybe the lights in
other rooms were working.

She walked into the kitchen only to have the same effect in the living
room. Okay, now she was beginning to freak out. Bulma was debating
whether to go see if Vegita knew anything when a crash from upstairs
interrupted her.

'It sounded like it came from my room. Could it be Vegita playing a
joke? I bet that's what it is. Him trying to scare me. I'll show him.'
With newfound confidence, she crept upstairs.

The sound was definitely coming from her room. She edged slowly to the
door and peered around. She saw a figure moving around.

'Got ya.' She smirked.

"What are you doing?" She jumped in the doorway. Triumph! The figure
looked at her. Her triumph suddenly faded away, just as the color in
her face.

'Oh shit!' This was most definitely not Vegita. The intruder was
taller and lacked the gravity defying hair. The intruder started
walking towards her. Bulma's first thought was to run, which she did.
Or tried to, but something clasped onto her arm and sent her flying
into the room. She was then slammed into the wall next to the window.
A hand grabbed her throat.

"Where's your money and jewelry?"

Bulma swallowed and tried to speak. Only her voice didn't seem to
work.

The burglar was apparently frustrated at her inability to answer him.
He reached into his pocket and produced a shimmering object. A knife.
He held it to her throat.

"Tell me!"

Bulma couldn't believe this. Here she was, a single, beautiful, smart,
young, and rich woman. And was going to be killed by a thief.

'If I die, I might as well go down with a fight.' She gave him a swift
kick, which released his hold on her. She was about to push him, but
he beat her to it. When he pushed her, instead of hitting the wall,
she hit the window. The force of the push was enough to send her
flying through it. Shards of glass flew around her as she fell from
her second story window. The feel of her lower left leg being sliced
was the last thing she felt as she blacked out.


The burglar looked at the now broken window. He had not expected
anyone to be home. She had taken him by surprise. Oh well, things
happen. He was about to continue his ransack of her room when he felt
the presence of another person. Namely a very pissed off Saiyan
Prince.

Vegita stood there with one arm cradling Bulma to his chest and the
other one stretched out, palm up. The burglar had no chance of
retaliating. Vegita simply blasted him, leaving no trace that there
ever was a burglar. He looked down at the sleeping woman in his arms.
This apparently had been quite a fright for her. By the looks of it,
she'd be out for the rest of the night. He then surveyed the room and
frowned. The baka had made quite a mess of her room. Things were
thrown around. A chair was overturned. Her mattress had been flung
from the bed. He couldn't let her sleep here. He could only think of
one thing to do.

Leaving the room, he proceeded to go down the hallway to his. The dark
didn't bother him in the least. Like all Saiyans he had acute senses.
Navigating through the dark was of no problem to him. He opened the
door to his room and placed Bulma on his bed, carefully minding her
leg. He needed to tend to her injuries. She had several minor cuts on
her arms. The only major injury was on her lower left leg where it had
caught onto a sharp piece of the window when she fell. He went into
his bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit. He returned a moment later
with the kit and a wet washcloth.

First he took off he pants, slightly blushing, and willed his mind to
focus on her bleeding leg. He then washed the blood off so as to see
how bad the cut was. It started from the top of her calf and stopped
just above her ankle. Thankfully, the cut wasn't too deep and didn't
require stitches, but it was deep enough to hender moving around, such
as walking.

'And such beautiful legs,' he though. His eyes widened. 'What am I
thinking? She's loud and annoying. I can't be thinking these things.'

Vegita quickly wrapped up her leg and pulled the covers over her. He
then sat down at the end of the bed and stared at the sleeping beauty.
Her blue hair spilled across the pillow and her breaths were small. It
was luck that he had saved her.

He had been training in the Gravity room when he'd noticed that it was
too quiet. He walked outside and had noticed that all the lights were
off in the main house. From where the Gravity room had been built he
had a clear view of Bulma's room. With his strong eyesight, he had
seen a shadow crash into the window and come flying out. The figure
had long, blue hair. (A.N: In this story, Bulma got rid of her perm,
so her hair is long and straight. ^_^v) Without a second thought
Vegita flew up to catch her before she landed. He flew into to her
room, only to catch that baka of a thief attempting to trash her room
even more. It infuriated him. He nearly lost her to a low-life, no
class baka!

He couldn't explain why he felt so protective of her. She was a weak
human for Kami's sake. But then again, whereas she lacked in physical
strength, she made up for it by mental strength. She was the only one
who had the guts to actually argue with him. Not only that, she could
actually keep up in an argument. It was actually quite amusing to see
her angry. She had a fire in her eyes. She would make for an
interesting mate. At least he admitted that. But he couldn't think of
having a mate, not now. He had training to do. He had to beat the
Androids and then Kakarot. Firstly, he had to achieve Super Saiyan.

Vegita's head began to droop. His eyelids were heavy. He nodded off.


It was, again, early morning. The sun shone through Vegita's window.
Bulma's eyes fluttered open.

'This isn't my room. Where am I?' She nearly panicked, but then last
night's events played in her mind. She looked at the room's décor. It
was Vegita's. He must have saved her. That was the only logical
assumption she could make. She edged over the edge of the bed with the
intention of leaving. The mattress shifted. Bulma didn't notice the
sleeping figure at the foot open his eyes. She was just about to step
away from the bed.

"Oh no you don't." Two strong hands grabbed her around the waist and
pushed her back into bed. Then they pulled the blanket back over her.
Bulma looked up only to see onyx black eyes staring at her. Vegita had
a scowl on his face. "Your leg is injured. Do you really think you
should be walking on an injured leg?"

"But I have work to do!" Vegita crossed his arms and shook his head.

"It can wait."

"I should really be in my room then."

"Your room is wrecked." Bulma's eyes widened.

"Nani?"

"Hai. So now you know what that means?" Bulma shook her head even
though she had a distinct idea. Vegita plopped down next to her on the
bed and gave her an evil smirk. "We're roommates."

"NANI?!"

"You don't have to be so vocal about it woman. It's simple. You'll be
staying in here until your leg is healed. Then you can return to your
room. Understand?"

"What about food?"

"." Vegita hadn't considered that. Normally the woman cooked. He had
watched her so many times. It actually didn't look that hard. "You'll
teach me."

"You? Cooking? That should be interesting."

"If you can do it, so can I. So let's go!" Before Bulma could respond
Vegita pulled her into his arms and carried out the room to the
kitchen.

As they entered the kitchen, Vegita deposited Bulma in a chair and
walked over to the stove.

"Now tell me what I need to do."

"Okay, but what do you want to eat?"

Vegita thought for a moment. What did he want to eat?

"How about those weird flat, soft, bread-like things?"

"You mean pancakes? Okay. First you need to get a mixing bowl."

"Okay." Vegita scanned the kitchen. "Uh, where are the mixing bowls?"

Bulma sighed. This was going to be a very long morning.


Bulma slightly shifted from where she lay on the bed. It had been a
long day. The only casualty during breakfast was one pan. Other than
that, breakfast went by okay. But Bulma decided ordering out and
leftovers was the best thing until she was back on her feet.

During the day Vegita had set Bulma in the living room while he left
to train. It was okay, but soon Bulma was bored out of her mind.
Nothing was on t.v. and there were no magazines or books around for
her to read. She tried making her way to her lab, but halfway there
she tripped and it hurt her leg too much to even stand. Unfortunately,
that was at the same time Vegita had came in. They both argued, mainly
him yelling at her. She argued that she was bored and wanted to work
in her lab. After much debating (translation: yelling at the top of
lungs) Vegita decided to let Bulma work in her lab, as long as she
only worked on the computer. Bulma agreed because she had much
paperwork to do.

It later that night when Bulma made Vegeta swing by her room so she
could get some clothes. She wanted to take a bath in her bathroom, but
Vegita being himself, disagreed. He took her to his room again and
into the bathroom. There he sat her down and started a bath for her.
It surprised her. Vegita, being nice to her. Kind of embarrassed, she
managed to convince Vegita to give her some privacy. Luckily, he
agreed. After the bath, Vegita changed the bandages on her leg and
carried her to the bed. He then left to take his own shower.

Bulma was trying to sleep, but couldn't. Vegita's behavior was
confusing her. He never acted this nice to her before. Normally he
would've laughed and insulted her. Her thoughts were then interrupted
as Vegeta came out of the bathroom.

Vegita walked out wearing only a pair of black, silk boxers. He was
drying his damp skin. Bulma couldn't help but stare at his sexy
muscles. (Can you blame her?) As he approached the bed, he discarded
the towel and climbed under the covers. Bulma stared at him. He looked
over at her, annoyed.

"This is my bed. Am I not entitled to sleep in it?"

"Hai, but."

"But nothing! It's big enough for the both of us, just as long as you
stay on your side and I on mine. Now go to sleep." And with that said,
Vegita promptly went to sleep. It took a bit, but Bulma eventually
fell asleep.

It was late in the night when Bulma woke up. She never had been able
to sleep well in any other places but her room. She always had a
tendency of waking up on and off. Sighing, she turn snuggled deeper
into the bed. It was but a moment later when she realized that she had
only snuggled deeper into Vegita's arms. Fighting off the urge to
panic, Bulma looked up at the sleeping Prince. His face was so serene.
No scowl or glare or anything of that sort. Just contentment. It was
actually quite kawaii. Rather that try to remove his arms, Bulma laid
her head on his shoulder and soon fell asleep for the rest of the
night.


Kristen: Hey minna. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. And yes I
realize I made Vegita a tad bit OOC. Gomen. I'll try to make up for it
in later chapters. Hopefully this fic will pick up. Until then, ja ne.
And please R&R.