Quick welcome note, This is of course a B/V fic of those missing three years that were never explained to us!, I have read hundreds, and i mean HUNDREDS of these and i said why not sure, ill write my own. If you want to review that'd be great, If you have something nice to say that's super!, If you have some CONSTRUCTIVE criticism that's super too !, But if you are there only to be unnecessarily mean, well then you know where the virtual door is :), Happy reading ! :)

Disclaimer- I do not own Dragon Ball Z, all rights go to Akira Toriyama. If i did own it, Trunks and Vegeta would walk around naked all the time.

'VEGETA'!, Bulma Briefs cry tore through the house. The arrogant prince simply smirked to himself, he guessed that she had found the demolished training bots that he had dumped on her desk. She stormed into the living room where he was sitting, watching some mindless rambling on the animated box. Her cheeks were red and her eyes flashing. 'HOW DARE YOU!, I spent ages fixing these, and you hand them back to me four hours later, in ruin?'. The prince turned his cold dark eyes on her. 'If you were not so incompetent in your work, perhaps they would have lasted longer'

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. 'I told you I just wanted you to TEST them out, not destroy them!, do you know how far you've set me back now ?, Your nothing but an arrogant prick'. He was in front of her before she could even blink. He took hold of her neck and pushed her against the wall. 'I could kill you any second, do you want to take back what you said ?'. Bulma stared into his eyes, she was not scared, he may have his hand on her throat but she noticed the way he was holding it, he was avoiding causing her pain and air was moving freely down her throat. She shut her eyes and said' No, you couldn't' . She heard his sharp intake of breath before he dropped her and stalked out of the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

Vegeta stormed into his room, How dare that woman insult him like that ?, He should kill her for her insolence !, But he wouldn't she may be an annoying harpy, but he could not deny that she had a good head on her shoulders, she was intelligent, feisty and one of the only people he could tolerate being in the same room as for any length of time. That didn't mean he liked her, no he hated the woman but he did enjoy their verbal spars, she reminded him of a Saiyan female, with her resistance to back down.

Bulma was fuming, all the work she had put into making those bots and he had carelessly ruined the test ones. She decided to call Yamcha, they had not talked in a while and she missed their closeness. She leaned against the wall waiting to talk to him, The phone rang out so she left a message 'Hey babe its me, I haven't seen you in a while, so um.. you know the number!, Bye'. So she had nothing to do, Looks like its an early night for me, she thought tiredly. She has just began drifting off to sleep when the door of her bedroom was wrenched open. She jumped up in shock and came face to face with the prince of all assholes. She clenched her teeth together and spoke through them 'What do you want',It came out as a hiss. 'Make me food woman, I'm hungry and your ditz of a mother is nowhere to be found'. Her eyes flashed 'Do NOT call my mother a ditz, she has done nothing to you you ungrateful dickhead'. He flashed her his signature smirk and said' Whatever woman, do your duties'. She almost snarled at him. 'Do you know what?, I'm rather tired, have fun making yourself food 'Geta. She gave him a little smile and settled back into her bed.

Then she was being thrown over the big lugs shoulder. Her cheeks started flaming when she realized what she was wearing, a pair of minuscule shorts and a baby tee. Vegeta didn't seem to notice though, he just kept walking down the stairs and into the kitchen. 'There, now make me food'. She was almost shaking with rage, but she knew if she didn't she would get no sleep that night. She did not feel Vegetas eyes on her, but they were. Vegeta was not ashamed to admit he was attracted to this creature, in body only of course, he had even told Gohan on Namek that he thought she was beautiful, and the outfit she was wearing didn't help. He took a deep breath to steady himself while the woman started pulling packets out of drawers and angrily clenching and unclenching her jaw. While she was working he began to notice things, How when she didn't have her hair up in the ridiculous Afro It looked soft and sleek, how her scent was almost fruity, like strawberries or coconuts, or how her long legs were shapely, leading up to a flat stomach and large rounded breasts. She was a fine specimen of a woman, but Vegetas face betrayed none of his emotions, maybe a slight tinge in his cheeks, but nothing else, because that's the way he had been taught.

She dumped a sandwich down in front of him and sat down. Her anger was subsiding watching him eat. He was distracted by his food so she took this opportunity to study him. He was short, everyone knew that, but he was slightly taller than her, he had these eyes so dark you couldn't distinguish his iris from his pupil, Bulma had called him cute before, but she hadnt realized how handsome he was. 'Where has the weakling been'. The question took Bulma by surprise, she hadnt expected him to start talking. She twitched slightly with annoyance at her so called boyfriend 'I have no idea, I called him but no answer'. Vegeta was quiet for a few more minutes, he stood up and dropped his plate into the sink and began to leave, he stopped at the doorway to the kitchen, he turned around to look at her and he had a strange expression in his eyes. 'You are much too good for him'. With that he left walking up to his room, leaving a rather confused Bulma behind.