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For those of you- most likely all- who don't know me, I am a fan girl of Vegeta ( just in case you didn't catch on with the name).

I haven't written on Fanfiction for over 3 years, but suddenly got the urge to come and write something. So I'd really love it if you READ and REVIEWED. I have no problem with constructive criticism; in fact, I welcome it with open arms.

Please Read & Review. :)

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A weary sigh escaped Bulma's mouth. "Yamcha, I can't do this. I can't-"

"Can't do what?! I swear, I just don't get you sometimes." Yamcha said a little harshly as the static buzzed loudly, making itself present.

"Can I finish?" Bulma waited impatiently for him to remain quiet, allowing her to explain herself. "I just can't be with you if I am going to have to constantly worry about who you're with or who you're seeing. I do not want my relationship to be like that." She paused for a reply and sure enough, as certain as day, he made an excuse or two about his "friendship" with the brunette Bulma had seen earlier that week.

"It's not like that! Maybe I don't want to be with someone who does not trust me! Have you ever thought about that? How your suspicions make me feel? Hmm?"
His anger was easily understood through the static-y phone.

"...I think I have a right to be suspicious when she gives you a-a fucking hello kiss on the lips! Honestly, I cannot do this anymore!" Again, she paused, waiting for his reply, waiting for an excuse. Then, static overwhelmed the phone's signal and the connection failed. She sighed and let the phone drop onto the bed. A few tears immersed her eyes, making them red and puffy, as they began to slide down her cheeks. Bulma wiped them away sadly and slowly glanced at the clock. It read "11:48" on a Saturday night. These arguments had been quite common between the couple, but the feelings weren't mutual; Yamcha was always angry with Bulma for insinuating that he had betrayed her, but Bulma knew he had and was constantly upset.

She laid her head down on the bed, only comforted by the brown teddy bear Yamcha had bought for her on Valentine's Day a year ago, when their relationship was fun and loving. Bulma closed her eyes and she immediately fell asleep.
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"Bulma, dearest! Rise and Shine!" Bunny, Bulma's ditzy mother, chimed. "It's nine o'clock, hunny! I made breakfast, but you might want to hurry before Vegeta eats it all! Hehehe!" A childish giggle filled the room, which was common, considering that it was Bunny. Bunny pulled the curtains open, allowing all of the- in her opinion- glorious morning sunlight illuminate the dark room. "Come on, Bulma!" She nudged her daughter. "Let's go eat. There are pancakes and eggs and bacon! Ooh, and toast!" Bunny jumped up and glided to the door, "See you soon, hunny."

"Uhh..." Bulma rolled over in her bed, sliding her feet off the edge and into her pink, fuzzy slippers. She sat up slowly and looked around hazily; the memories of her conversation with Yamcha replayed in her mind. Had she broken up with him? Had he assumed that she had? She brushed off these thoughts and began to make her slow, sleepy journey to the kitchen, while her stomach encouraged her along the way with it's moans and noises. She had skipped dinner last night so breakfast would do her some good.

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Bulma shuffled into the kitchen, wearing her cute pink and teal pajama set with matching fuzzy slippers. Her hair was pulled into a loose pony with random strands hanging about her face.

"Oh my God, don't you look like the pink devil?" Vegeta scoffed at Bulma after rudely looking her up and down. He smirked to himself, amused by his morning joke and shoved a pile of eggs into his mouth.

Bulma ignored this and went over to sit in her seat and eat her meal. Her eyes were still puffy from the night before and her face showed clear signs of misery or some kind of sadness.

"Not only a pink devil, but you look like hell. Whoa, now! Let me swallow my breakfast first!" Vegeta slapped his knee lightly and cleared his throat, "Excuse me, Satan, but before you go back to hell, could you possibly pass the eggs?" At this he broke into a wild and uncontrollable laughter. "I'm going to go train. Have lunch ready at three." And with that, he left to begin his daily training regimen. At least he would leave Bulma alone for a few hours.

"Oh, Bulma! Don't pay him any mind! He's just a grumpy old bear!" Bunny giggled at her words and patted Bulma's hand. "Really, now, no need to be upset. That's just how he is."

"All guys are just a waste of time. They're mean, inconsiderate, and...and..." She laid her fork down and covered her face from embarrassment.

"Oh, Bulma, dear! Don't cry! Men are mean, yes, but they're not all like that! Really! Look at your father!" She smiled cheerfully.

"Mom, not all men are geniuses like Dad, either!" Bulma wiped the tears from her eyes and sniffled, picking up her fork and poking at her breakfast.

"Oh, that's true...Well, your father...Hmmm...No, I guess you're right. Maybe I just got lucky!" Bunny giggled and got up from her chair. "Well, I'm going to the store. Do you want to go with me?"

"No, no. I'm not really up for going anywhere. Sorry, mom." Bulma was playing with the bits of sausage that were left on her plate before she got up and took it to the kitchen.

"Alright, well, I'll be back soon! Bye, hunny! I love you." Bunny then grabbed her purse and left, leaving Bulma practically alone. Sure, Bulma's dad was home, but he rarely came out unless it was time to eat; and unlike Bulma, her dad woke up early, practically at the crack of dawn.

Bulma trudged back up the stairs, even though she could have used the elevator, and walked down the hall towards her room. She entered and went to her closet, grabbing a pair of plain jeans and a red t-shirt with a science and math college's insignia ironed on the front. Ditching the slippers for a pair of moccasins, she decided to leave her ponytail as it was and grabbed her cell phone on the way out. She had six new messages: one from her mother and five from Yamcha. The messages that Yamcha sent were completely pathetic. They told her how much he loved her and that he didn't do anything with the brunette. All lies. Bulma knew that she saw him with the brunette. And he could deny it all he wanted, but Bulma knew what she saw.

She started to think about their new relationship; it made her miserable and suspicious and jealous. Bulma never had a reason to be jealous, she had everything she could ever want. That is, until another girl had her boyfriend, Yamcha.

Bulma started to talk aloud to herself, while scanning her new science magazine and all of its intricate models and designs. "I love Yamcha...I've been faithful to him since high school. I mean, yeah, we've been on and off over the past 4 years, but still..." she trailed off, remembering everything they had done while together. The conversations, the fights, the laughs, the-

There was a sudden crash and something that sounded like a small explosion. "WOMAN!" Vegeta's voice boomed across the lawn and into the living room through its open window. Bulma jumped up and ran to the bay window, "What the HELL do you want?!" She screeched back.

"Come fix this, NOW!" was all the return Vegeta gave her. No please, no "can you?", just an order.

"UGH!" Bulma swung the huge living room door open and walked swiftly across the lawn, toward the Gravity Room. She noticed Vegeta standing outside of the door, arms folded and scowling at her, as usual. Inside, black smoke was escaping the Gravity Room quickly.

"WHAT! WHAT THE HELL, VEGETA! I JUST FIXED IT TWO DAYS AGO!" Bulma quickly jogged over to the door and waved the smoke away while entering a code into the outside door's electronic panel. A huge fan came out from the top ceiling and began to spin at a fast speed, sending the smoke out and allowing Bulma to see the problem. Vegeta had burned up the circuit. It blew up completely, all of the wires were torn and disconnected, basically destroyed.

"Oh, great! Just great! You know what, I AM NOT FIXING THIS! NOT TODAY!" Bulma snarled.

Vegeta was enraged now. Not going to fix it? What did she think her job was? "You're going to fix it. Now!" He told her. Bulma glared back at him in disbelief.

"The hell I am!" And with that, she turned around and marched back to the house, listening to Vegeta yell after her as she went.

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Around 3:00 p.m. : Lunch

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Sssss! The hamburgers sizzled loudly in the pan as Bulma flipped them over and pressed them with her spatula.

"I know! Can you believe him?" Bulma said again. She was talking to ChiChi, who was at work, about Vegeta. "Yes, he actually ordered me around."

"Not that that's something new, B..." ChiChi trailed off. "Doesn't he order you around like every hour?"

"Well, no. I mean, yes. Ugh!...How are you and Goku doing?" Bulma changed the subject; she was getting annoyed just talking about Yamcha and Vegeta.

"Great, actually!" ChiChi's glowing grin was apparent, even over the phone. "I think I love him, B. He treats me like no other guy has. And he's funny and sweet." A sigh escaped her as she thought about him. "Everything is great," ChiChi found herself saying again.

Bulma flipped the burgers again and, realizing that they were done, she placed them on the plate. "You're so lucky, Chi. Oh, I gotta go! Fries are done and I still have to find Vegeta." Her face burned after she said his name. The last thing Bulma wanted to do was look at Vegeta, let alone talk to him.

"Okay, B. We'll hang out soon! Bye!" Click.

Bulma opened the stove and took the fries out. She then set the table and the plates with food. "Vegeta!" She called out of the open window. A few seconds passed before she called again. "VEGETA!!" Bulma turned around and saw him entering the room.

"You're lucky that your father fixed the gravity room long ago, woman, or you'd be sorry right now," Vegeta said hotly as he sat in his seat.

Her eyes narrowed at him. "You made my father do what?"

Bulma was walking slowly towards her seat, still glaring at him, as he replied, "I said that you're lucky your father fixed it or you would be sorry." He took a massive bite out of his hamburger and glanced up at Bulma. She was fuming; not like he cared, though.

"Grrrr...I am sick of you! You're a nuissance, a waste of our time! You're...You're...You're a complete asshole! I cook for you, fix that damn gravity machine for you, and let you live here! And what is our thanks? A nasty attitude and being a complete asshole!" She slammed her fists hard on the table. "Honestly, the world would be better off without you!"

At that, Vegeta chuckled. "Ha! I would be better off without the world and I promise you that this world needs me! You would all be dead if it weren't for-"

"If it weren't for you? Please! Shut up! The world needs Goku, not you! You know why you're sooo angry? BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT HIM!" With that, Bulma got up from her seat and stomped towards the elevator. She could feel his glare penetrating straight through her. Bulma knew that she had pissed him off, but that was exactly what she wanted.

CRASH!

Stunned, Bulma instantly spun around. Vegeta was standing while the table lay overturned and shattered. She had not realized just how much she had angered him and now she was terrified. He stalked towards her, glaring at her, and got within inches of her. Bulma stood behind one of the dining room table chairs that managed to stay standing and used it as a barrier, though it would not do her much good.

"You had better watch what you say, woman. Remember who you're talking to." His eyes alone scared Bulma; they were dark, desolate, uncaring. But his words and the tone of his voice frightened her even more. Bulma took a step backwards and a new barrier stopped her: the counter. She gripped it tightly and began to feel like a cornered animal, outwitted by a predator. Bulma didn't know what to say now, though she was sure that her face said it all.

But she managed to utter a meager "okay" before Vegeta turned and left. Bulma sank to her knees and began to breathe again, in choked breaths. She stared at the floor and struggled to regain herself. Never had she been so terrified in her life. After a few minutes, she heard the front door unlock and open.

"Bulma, dearest?" Bunny called out, shutting the front door. "Bulma?"

Bulma immediately pulled herself up and forced a smile as her mother walked into the kitchen. "There you are, Bu- OH! OH, MY! What-what happened?! Are you alright?! Did someone break in?" Bunny immediately pulled her daughter close out of a mother's instinctive need to protect her only child. She held her daughter by the shoulders and stared straight into Bulma's eyes, trying desperately to find some explanation. "Please, Bulma, tell me what happened." Bunny begged. This was probably the most serious and scared Bulma had ever seen her mother.

"Well, I was making lunch," Bulma's eyes glanced at the hamburgers and fries that lay on the ground and the scattered pieces of the shattered plates that lay about them, "and I-I..." Bulma searched her brain for an excuse that would fool her mother, but trying to come up with one involving an all-powerful Saiyan made it extremely difficult. "And," she continued, "Vegeta accidentally kicked one of the table's legs when he had a coughing fit and the whole table dropped once the leg broke." She bit her lower lip, pleading inside of her mind for her mother to believe her excuse. 'Please, please, believe it. Please!'

"Oh, thank goodness! I swear, he does not know his own strength!" Bunny pulled her daughter close again. "I thought that something awful had happened. Well, I suppose something did: Now, I have to go buy a new table." She let a relieved giggle escape her. "Well, let me go tell your father. I think that we'll go look through some furniture catalogs and see if there's anything good. Although, we do have some dining room tables in the capsules in the storage room...Ah, well! I'll have a robot come up and clean this mess up." She glimpsed again at the mess on the ground and turned to leave, looking back at her daughter and flashing a relieved smile. It was obvious that she had been terrified of the possible events that raced through her mind. Bulma, relieved as well, leaned against the counter, holding her forehead in the palm of her hand, and began breathing slow, deep breaths. She walked to the window and pulled the brown, red, and gold curtains aside, searching the yard for the gravity room.

"...He just went right back to the gravity room...He truly is merciless, he could care less about me or anyone here." She whispered, her lips slightly quivering while tears burst free from her eyes like water from a cracked dam. Bulma dropped the curtains and watched them drape back to their stiff position.

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Bulma had not seen Vegeta for the rest of the day. She assumed that he reverted to training to relieve his frustrations and anger, as well as continue his mission in getting strong enough to beat "Kakarot". She didn't want to see him anyway; even hours after their dispute, she was still scared of what he would do once he saw her. The clock had just struck six-thirty and surely he would be down for dinner, as he is everyday. The kitchen had been cleaned spotless; no one could have guessed that just hours ago there was food and a shattered dining room table on the tiled floor. The table had been removed and replaced by a pretty, cherry-colored wood table. It was set with plates of blue and white. Dinner tonight was steak, baked potato with chives, and an elegant herb salad. Bunny Brief and her husband, Dr. Brief, were already sitting at the table with Vegeta, all three of whom were waiting on Bulma before they began their own dinner. She walked nervously through the dining room archway and awkwardly took her seat, placing a napkin on her lap.

"Nice of you to join us, Bulma." Bunny smiled cheerfully, no hint of sarcasm present, just sincerity. Bulma smiled back at her, though it was not authentic. Instead, a forged smile, far less attractive than her real, gleaming smile.

Just as they began to eat, the phone rang and immediately Bunny jumped up and, with her dance-like walk, retrieved the phone and read the caller id. "Bulma, dearest! It's your dashing boyfriend, Yamcha!" She held the phone out, waving it around, as if that would make the call more tempting. Bulma walked over to grab the phone and read the id. 'Yamcha' was all it read. She stared at it for two more rings and then laid it back down on its stand. Bulma walked back to the cherry-colored dining room table and began to eat her dinner.

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Well, this is the end of chapter one. Oh, don't worry, there will be more depending on how much people like this chapter.

Thank you!

~VeggieLover