A/N:  Well, this is my first dragonballz fanfic that I have posted, so please, everyone go easy on me. ^_^()

Naturally, being a big reader of the Bulma and Vejiita fanfics, I had to get out a story about them…that and I was sick and tired of reading 300 different stories with all the same plotlines, so I decided to get mine out.  This beginning is the prologue, and after reading it (and hoping you all think it doesn't suck butt), kudos to anyone who might have an idea where I got MY idea from!    

Oh, and here's the disclaimer:  I don't own anything, not the characters, probably not the storyline, my car, my stereo, nothing!  So if you sue, you might get a big whopping two cents and a bumper sticker that says "drama queen"…WoW.

All she could feel was pain.  It ran from her head, through her arms, down to her legs, and then back up the rest of her entire body to enter her head once again…and the pain, ever so helpful to the human body, decided to stay there.   

She couldn't move.  She felt like she had been run over by a tractor-trailer, smashed by a truck full of sumo wrestlers, tousled about by twenty sea lions, and then had to repeat the cycle a good nine times more.  All in all, her head hurt…a lot.

"CHIRP!!!!!"

'And those damn birds aren't helping either', Bulma winced inwardly.

The outside noise continued to highten, causing her ear drums to reverb against her brain, which, in the mean time, was continually sending jolts of pain through her optical nerves as the beautiful morning sun shone straight through, making sure to overpass every other concrete thing in her room except for her squinting eyes.  She curled herself into a tighter ball, hoping somehow that would block out the rattling in her cranium.  Obviously, it didn't.

'I swear if those damn excuse for birds don't stop their incessant squawking, I'm gonna get out my Uzi and blow their heads off' 

            Her silent threat went unnoticed by the chittering birds, and they continued their glorious morning songs, as did the sun continue to shine straight into her face, which increased her annoyance of the birds, and the annoyance that was building up inside of her increased the pain inside her head, which increased her annoyance even more.  In other words…

'Alright, now I'm pissed.'

            With eyes squinting shut to block out "the Satanic Sun", she flung over to her left side to reach for her uzi…but something blocked her path.

'…….'

            Now puzzled, but still blinded, she moved her right hand, feeling along the mass upon her bed.

'What in blazes…'

            She stopped as her hand touched something…something soft… something silk like… something with spikes.

            Her eyes shot themselves open and immediately forced themselves shut against the sun's exposure.  Holding her left hand to her face, Bulma slowly opened her eyes to look upon what her right hand was resting itself on.

Hair.

Her hand was resting on someone's hair!!!!  No longer caring about the sun and it's damages to her eyes, she dropped her hand to cover the gapping whole that was now her mouth.

'Oh, Kami…no.'

She looked down, now fully awake, at the head of which her hand was resting upon.  Black, darker than midnight – her hand looked pale in contrast to the sinful color, but that was not what made her startle.

'No, not him!'

            She followed the ends of the hair to the roots, ending in a familiar widow's peak.  And that familiar widow's peak led to an even more familiar face, with an even more infamous name.

"Vejiita."

            She said it, aloud, to reassure herself this was or wasn't some nightmare.  There, next to her, was Vejiita no Ouji, in her bed!!

'Maybe nothing happened, maybe he just passed out from training and I was worried about him, so I brought him to my room to keep watch of him.  Yeah, that's it!!'

            Bulma continually tried to reassure herself, but a little voice in the back of her pounding head, (which was in a race with her equally pounding heart), spoke the truth,

'Yeah, that's it!! Bull-shit.  Why don't you take a look at yourself sweetie?'

            She looked down at herself and eeped.  She was buck-naked, in her birthday suit, in the nude, in the buff, exposed, etcetera, etcetera.

'Now, why don't you take a look at sleeping beauty over there?'

She glanced over at Vejiita.

'Should I?'

            Hey, it was just to make sure her assumptions were correct (or incorrect).

'Yeah, right', a part of her spoke, 'You just want to see if you can get a free look.'

'Shove it.'  She argued, as she heard snickering in her mind.

            Slowly, so as to not awake the lightly snoring saiya-jinn, she lifted the sheets and poked her head through.

"ACK!!!"

            Immediately, her head shot back up, blood quickly rushing to her cheeks.

'Oh my friggin hell, he's naked, beside me, in my bed, and he's HUGE!'

She blushed redder, (if that were possible), at that thought.  She couldn't believe it, she wouldn't believe it.  All her life, she swore to herself she would never sleep with anyone until she married.  Yeah, she was laughed at by many of her friends and dates, and at points in her life she felt like giving up that vow and just decide to have sex already.  But then she'd look at her friends, and she'd see the heartache from the one night stands, the diseases, the pregnancies, the abortions…she just didn't want to deal with that.  But here she was, naked, in bed with Vejiita for Kami's sake!  She shifted, as an odd feeling started flowing through her at that thought.

"Ow."  There was no denying it, she had slept with Vejitta, and the dull ache between her legs proved that much.

'This, cannot be happening to me.'

'Oh, but it is sweetie, wake up and smell the hummus.'

'Oh shut up'

'Make me.'

            As Bulma continued to silently debate with, err… herself, she never noticed the being beside her begin to stir.  Apparently, her "ack" had been a little louder than it should have been, due to the rustling sounds of the Saiya-jinn next to her,

            Bulma froze as she heard the movement.

'Shit,' she thought, 'Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT.'

            In horror, Bulma starred down as the naked saiya-jinn prince, barely awake, squinted his blurry eyes open and spoke.

"Woman!!"

'Oh, shit!  Here it comes!'  She slammed her eyes shut, awaiting the verbal tirade of what would likely be a very pissed off saiya-jinn prince.  She continued to shut her eyes knowing the exact words that would come out of his mouth.

"Just who the hell are you?"

            She opened her eyes…stared at him…and then blinked.

A/N:  Well, there you have it.  The prologue.  Again, thank you for reading it, and if people review (hint hint) then I'll continue it.  If people don't review, then I'll know it probably sucks, but I'll probably continue it anyway.  Again, kudos to anyone who might have an inkling of where I got the idea from.  Until next time!

            P.S.  And could someone PLEASE tell me how to make the bolds and italics work!!!!  It would be much appreciated, thanks!

            LiL Pixie