Pride before love?

Disclaimer: Dragonball Z does not belong to me, neither do any of these characters this is purely for entertainment purpose only! *whips forehead* now that's out of the way, here's the blurb of the story!

This is a short story about the magical three year gap before the androids :D vegeta has began to grow fond of bulma and her witty tongue but he can never admit it and tries to deny it, bulma is determined to make him admit it before she caves in and falls to her feet before her prince. Vegeta however has the same plan and is set on making her fall to him before he gives into his desires and looses his saiyan dignity by giving in to the woman ;)

M for lemony through out the story and one chapter dedicated to lemon ;D enjoy!

Gashes of red splattered up the street on the walls, flashes of yellow, everywhere...she hit the floor with a thud! she could not figure out who was there, what was going on...why she could not open her eyes. where was he?

four days before hand...

Love or pride, her or him? The love he needed yet never wanted. This constant confusion flitted around his mind distracting him from his simple day to day activities, such as training for the upcoming fight. The fight in which he would finally surpass kakarott and destroy the androids.

'Kakarott...that Baka! A low level, third class. Nothing compared to my superiority and royal blood. Iam the prince of all saiyans and it shall never change. Iam better than him! Yet, he has a mate, he has Chichi...although, she was practically given to him on a plate...he has still accomplished that of which i have yet to...'

His mind drifted once more to the blue haired beauty. His eyes drifted to the floor of the training capsule as he let his arms drop to his sides, sweat dripping from every rigged and pulsating muscle on his body. His breathing became steady and more paced...his heartbeat was still pounding in his ears but not because of his vigorous and hard training in the training capsule...'Bulma'.

As if on cue Bulma came storming out of capsule corp, shouting and screaming to none other than her now ex boyfriend yamcha.

" it's not that Yamcha, i do like you, no i love you okay! But if your constantly giving your number to every girl that gives you the eye than yes, our relationship is over! For kami sake Yamcha I'M your girlfriend, aren't i enough or do you have to keep chatting up other women WHILE we're on a date? Hmmmmm...well answer me!"

"look Bulma, im so sorry i just don't know what comes over me, your enough for me hun and i love you and i promise it will never happen again, please!" Bulma was standing about 10 feet away from Yamcha with her back turned to him sporting Vegeta's famous scowl, arms crossed.

"Yamcha, im sorry but i just don't trust you anymore. Im sick of having this argument with you, its getting old. It's over...for good!" Bulma dropped her arms and turned to look at her shocked ex boyfriend, she was sick of dealing with Yamcha every day for looking at and flirting with other women. he moved forward a step and a tear slid down his scarred cheek.

"Bulma, please...i can change, this can't be it" how many times she had heard that before, at this point bulma had had enough.

"yamcha, i suggest you leave now, its over ive had it!" Yamcha started and slowly retreated before he took to the air.

'how many times has that woman argued with that weakling now? Any other match would be an improvement even if it was kakarott.'

That thought was quickly dismissed from Vegeta's thoughts as he cringed at the thought of that baka and the woman together. Vegeta grabbed his towel and swung it over his shoulders as he walked out of the training capsule, scowling at the woman as he passed her and shouted over his shoulder.

"you have 5 minutes before i return woman so i suggest you get making my dinner, if not you shall know about it once i return!" Bulma winced at the sound of his voice and placed her thumb and index finger on the bridge of her nose, sighing at 'his majesties' orders.

"why yes your majesty, i shall get right on it!" she yelled back, the sarcasm in her voice clearly shown. Vegeta smirked as he heard the woman shout at him with such sarcasm before going into the bathroom and turning on the shower, steam steadily filling the room and clinging to his sweaty now naked body.

As he stepped into the intense heat of the spraying water his thoughts started to waver once again to 'her'. how she walked, how she laughed, how she would glance at him for that split second, up and down, soaking in his marble figure, glistening with sweat after each work out. When they first met he took her to his fancy but thought the idea of mating or becoming remotely interested in that woman would be preposterous. She was there to take his orders and attend to his daily needs, whatever they may be, from food to cleaning out the training cap after an intense workout. She was growing on him and he didn't like it, toying with him and slowly drawing him in and yet, in a way he didn't feel threatened by it. 'what is happening to me, i am a warrior, not some woman's puppet! I cannot be manipulated like this, it is she who must succumb to me if i choose. She will not take control of me!' he thought to himself, he would make sure he did not fall for this woman especially not when she was such an obnoxious, bossy, witty, intelligent, gorgeous... 'NO! I WILL NOT!'

Bulma stalked into the house, her thoughts still lingering on today's events. She knew Yamcha would never be who she wanted him to be, she could never change him. She still felt bad for shouting at him though, that she could not deny.

' i need to get a grip on men, their just slipping through my fingers and ive had it' thinking back on her fight, her mind brought back the images of Vegeta stepping out of the training cap.

'Vegeta you self centred, delusional, manic... strong, chiselled, gorgeous... NO what am i thinking! I would never go for someone like HIM! He's had me running around for him for the past six months and never has he once thanked me or even acknowledged me for more than a second, unless it was for food that is.'

Bulma sulked and started on making the prince's dinner; a huge plate of spaghetti Bolognese, 6 pork legs, 20 strips of bacon, 2 whole chickens and 4 litres of orange juice. He had such an appetite, something bulma didn't mind much about Vegeta.

'He sure packs it away, i wonder where it all goes' she wondered now realising she was visioning Vegeta, tight blue spandex stretching across every bulging muscle on his body. She shook her head

'i have to be going mad, what he would say to me if he found me thinking of such things...' her thoughts now turning to where Vegeta was now 'in the shower, hot, wet and naked. What am i thinking, pull your self together Bulma'

Bulma left the kitchen for a split second to turn on the radio, it was her favourite song, brand new and slowly becoming more and more known. How she loved it, she returned to the stove while singing to herself... "one of these day's you'll realise what you mean to me, every now and then i see a part of you ive never seen, every now and then i try to tell you just how i feel..."

Vegeta could just hear the radio faintly from the kitchen, he walked towards the kitchen in nothing but a towel around his waist straining to hear what sound was. Before he could even ask he heard the woman's voice trickling down on his ears, so smooth and so clear yet husky...so beautiful.

"so if you ever love somebody, you gotta keep them close, when you loose grip of their body, you'll be falling...cuz am falling, deeper in love, in love" his eyes widened and he folded his arms, leaning against the door frame directly behind her...listening to her. As the song continued on she stopped singing and turned around to set the table, her eyes were directed towards the half naked man standing in the doorway, staring at her. She stopped and He watched her carefully. Vegeta nudged himself upright and just as he stood straight his towel came loose and dropped around his waist...Bulma's eyes instantly widened as she saw Vegeta's member hang between his legs but only for a split second before he grabbed the towel mid-air and he looked directly at her, eyes piercing into her soul...

(Next chapter coming VERY SOON! It's cheeky hope you like it :D ENJOY and let me know what you think so far... thank you!)

Peace out!