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'something' thoughts

"something" speaking

Chapter One

Bulma awoke to the sun peering threw her window. It was the middle of July and nights were light and days were longer a perfect time to get some sun and get a tan she thought to herself.

She grab a towel from the chair that was sitting in the corner of her room and headed towards the bathroom.

Today was going to be a good day, she could feel it and how could it not be Yumcha was taking her to her favourite restaurant for their anniversary then they will come home and make sweet love.

'Well if you can call 2 minutes making love' she laughed to herself. It wasn't that Yumcha wasn't bad in bed but that he was a selfish jackass in that department he only cared about his needs.

'He's just lucky that he's cute'

After her shower she dressed in comfort wearing a pair of white baggy pants with a pink tank top. Putting only a bit of mascara on she headed down stairs to the kitchen. As she walked threw the hall way she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

'Man I'm getting board of this perm, maybe I should try something new tonight. I'll book an appointment later for the hair salon'

As she approached the bottom of the stairs she could hear Vegeta raiding the fridge properly eating a whole weeks worth of groceries again. She couldn't really blame him though he was training so hard ever since that young boy from the future had told Goku about the androids. The Z team only had two and a half years left to train, so Bulma being the nice girl that she was build a gravity machine for Vegeta and invited him to stay at her place. Yumcha was not happy.

'What else could I have done he didn't have any where else to go'

As she turned into the kitchen there was Vegeta head in fridge and moaning to himself just like always. In a minute he will demand breakfast, Bulma will make it after arguing and he will then he will storm back into the gravity room and begin his days training again.

'He never has any fun'

"Woman, I demand you make me breakfast there is nothing in here for me to eat"

'Right on cue. Don't argue Bulma today is a good day'

"Fine just sit down and be quite"

Vegeta took her advice and sat down. As she began making his breakfast she could hear him moaning about how she was a stupid woman and couldn't cook to save her life.

"Isn't that blonde bimbo around she is a lot better cook than you"

"Vegeta stop calling my mother a bimbo and no she is not here so my cooking will have to do"

She wasn't going to bite this was going to be a perfect day and no Saiyan Prince was going to ruin it for her no matter how much he pushed.

"Great so I'm stuck with your cooking. I'll probably die of food poisoning before the androids even get here"

Smiling she placed a glass of orange juice beside him and walked back to finish cooking their breakfast.

Moments of silence passed as Bulma dancing off in her own world thinking about Yumcha. Did he get her a present, what would they eat and if maybe he would pleasure her this time?

Vegeta was getting bored 'What's wrong with her normally she would of bit my head of for slating her cooking'

Even though he would never admit it he loved their verbal sparing matches, it would normally end with her calling him a jerk and yelling until she was red in the face and finally storming off.

She was the only one on this miserable planet who Vegeta could stand to be around. He could use someone like her after he has defeated the androids and destroyed Earth. After all he had no idea how to fix the gravity machine if it broke down only the woman and her blasted father knew how to fix it and Vegeta didn't like the fact of keeping her boring father as a slave. At least this woman would keep him entertained and could cook for him.

Of course she would be upset that he had killed all her loved ones including that weakling she called a boyfriend, but she would come around if not Vegeta would make her.

"Woman what's taking so long I need to get back to my training"

"Stop moaning Vegeta I'm just serving up now"

Bulma placed his food down in front of him and he began to eat.

"Awful as always"

They ate their breakfast in silence and when they were both finished Bulma cleared the table as Vegeta walked back towards the gravity room.

'I didn't even bite, well done Bulma' she thought as she cleaned the dishes normally she would of ripped his head off for slating her cooking but not today, nothing was going to break her sprite.

She grabbed her bag and car keys and headed towards the door on the way phoning the hair salon and making her appointment.

"I might even grab some new outfits"

As the day grew dark Vegeta was training hard in the gravity machine, sweat was poring of his face and his muscles ached but he wouldn't stop. Saiyan's do not give up so easily, especially their Prince.

As he continued his push up with one hand he counted.

'One thousand and ten... one thousand and eleven'

He had never been in this better shape in his life and he felt great, ever muscle in his body was defined and his power level has doubled and he hadn't even blown up the gravity machine in over a month.

A new record for him the last time the machine broke down he woke up in bed with the woman sleeping next to him but he went straight back to training, of course the woman nagged him all day about how he should be 'resting'.

'I wonder why she was there?'

She couldn't possibly cared what happened to him after all he had tried to kill her and was planning to blow the earth up and take her as his slave, once she outlived her uses he would kill her too.

The only thing he care about was killing Kakarot and becoming a super Saiyan nothing else mattered.

"Two thousand, that should do it for today"

He shut down the gravity machine and walked towards his room that the Briefs had provided him. Outside was dark and all the lights in the house were out apart from one, this wasn't unusual the woman normally leaves it on for for him.

As Vegeta entered his room he striped off and headed towards the shower. Once he was finished he dressed in black baggy pants and a white top and headed towards the kitchen, he was hungry.

Once down stairs he discovered that the kitchen light was already on and the woman was sitting at the table head down.

'What's wrong with her now?'

She had changed her hair, it was now straight and touching her shoulders. She was dressed in her night wear a white silk gown with no arms and just touched her knees.

She must of heard Vegeta walk into the kitchen as she looked up and smiled. She still had make up on that was a little smeary around her eyes. She was crying.