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it, I'm not makin money either, so don't sue!

A Rough Journey

Bulma lazily listened as the cocky Sayin continued his daily stream of insults on every thing from her hair
to her cooking. Today she just didn't feel up to arguing with Vegeta. After her 17th break up with
Yamcha, she was starting to feel like she would never see true love...
"You stupid baka human! you can't even pay attention when some one id speaking to you! No
wonder that weak human left you again. How many times has it been? 20? 30? You must forgive me, I've
lost track of how many times you've howled your self to sleep."
That was going to far. Bulma's eyes lit up with an unholy fire as she stared down the Sayin
prince.
"DON'T YOU DARE INSULT ME ONE MORE TIME! If you do I swear I'll kick you out of
here before you can even get out one more round of Baka human!! If it weren't for my hospitality you'd be
living in the wilderness eating whatever scraps you manage to swipe from the pathetic beasts who
controlled whether you lived or died!"
This earned her a sarcastic smirk and a mock bow from Vegeta. His day just wasn't complete any
more, unless he got that baka human angry at him. It was an entertaining game, but he soon tired of it and
left to the gravity room.

After she was sure Vegeta was out of hearing range, Bulma broke down into tears. It was bad
enough that she couldn't seem to keep Yamcha faithful, but to have that half witted Sayin prince always
rubbing it in her face was too much.
Why do I have such bad luck with men? And why does Yamcha refuse to commit to me and only
me? rggh.. and most importantly why do I still love him. No it can't be love. Lust maybe, but most likely
it's my own pathetic loneliness that keeps me on this leash. Well not this time! I've given up on men here!
What I need is a vacation. That's it! Karea promised that I could come any time I want! Maybe American
men know how to treat a woman... (author's note: now you see why this is fiction : Þ)

Meanwhile inside the gravity room...
Where is that fool Kakarot? He should have been here to spar 5 minutes ago!
"Hey Vegeta, what's up?" smiled Goku as he stepped inside the gravity room.
"It's about damn time! What took you so long?
"Yeah well.... uhhh... Chichi and I kinda got up late" the blushing Sayin managed to finally get
out.
"Humph! Lazy fool, you've wasted five minutes of training on your ditzy mate!"
"I know why some one's grumpy!" teased Goku
"Oh really? then do explain your theory, I could use a good laugh"
"You're angry, 'cause Bulma's leaving for a month and you're going to miss her!" This said, Goku
smiled, looking very proud of himself. The shocked Sayin could only stare in disbelief before he finally
broke down laughing.
"You've finally lost your mind Kakarot! I'm personally looking forward to her departure, maybe
I'll finally be able to get some training done"
"Not to mention some sleep, after all, now you won't be kept up by the thought of her in the next
room, all alone, just waiting for you to come in and-
The mischievous Sayin didn't have enough time to finish his sentence before he was bombarded
with 15 or so Ki blasts. HIS day just wasn't complete if he didn't manage to bait Vegeta into a fight, using
his obvious attraction to the ever nieve Bulma.
Later that night Vegeta lay alone, while his thoughts wandered aimlessly, finally resting on the
previous night's events.

The night before:

Vegta woke with a start. He had dozed off during training once again, it was beginning to become a
disturbing habit. Sluggishly got up and strode out of the gravity room. As he emerged outside, Vegeta
noticed a dim light coming from one of the top floors.
That annoying woman Bulma must be up late again, no wonder she's always late to make my
breakfast, she stays up all night for no good reason.
The Sayin Prince smirked. His advanced Sayin ears picked up on the sounds of heavy breathing
and small gasps. Obviously the woman wasn't alone.
That human, Yamcha, doesn't deserve her, she needs a real man like me.
Vegeta stopped dead in his tracks.
What am I thinking? Why would I ever want that repulsive human? Her, and her entire race
for that matter could disappear forever, and the universe would be better off for it.
The tired Sayin sighed as he stepped inside the house. He was preparing for his usual midnight
raid on the refrigerator, when suddenly the sound of heavy boots charging down the stairs caught his
attention.
"And don't you ever come back here again you two faced little asshole!!!!!"
"I'm sorry Bulma! Please forgive me! I LOVE YOU!"
"Get out of my house now!!!!
Vegeta resisted his urge to break down laughing.
So the Baka human has done it once again.
Soon after, the Sayin heard the door slam, followed quickly by the blare of an engine speeding
off. Then came the ritual crying. It was this part Vegeta couldn't stand. The fighting he actually enjoyed,
but after a night of crying the distraught woman wouldn't be up in time to make his breakfast until at least
noon. Hence he would waste hours just sitting at the table, angrily waiting for the woman to come down
stairs so he could bombard her with insults and order her to make his breakfast immediately. Sure he
could probably make it himself, but he preferred his own method, or rather his routine, for the mornings.
Bulma was now at the bottom of the stairs in a heap. Apparently she either didn't see
the cold Sayin, or she hadn't yet realized that she was still naked. Vegeta himself noticed and, after a
moment or two of studying her alluring figure, decided he would make himself, and her own condition
realized by the weeping human.
"Ahem.. Rough night?"
Bulma looked up at the cocky prince and looked about ready to strangle him, when suddenly she
noticed his glare, and turned bright red as she remembered her clothes were still upstairs. After regaining
her composure, and what little pride she could salvage, Bulma scowled at Vegeta before dashing upstairs
and locking her door behind her.


Vegeta smiled as he remembered her eyes that night when she had looked up at him, full of rage
and hatred, ready to kill him if he dared open his mouth again.
Such fire, she should have been born Sayin, it suits her better, not to mention that we could-
Vegeta shook his head vigorously, trying desperately to rid himself of such thoughts, as he
realized with disgust how much those thoughts had managed to arouse him. Finally giving up, Vegeta
allowed the rush of fantasies to flash through his head.
What the fuck is happening to me?


Author's note: my first attempt at a fan fic. Yay! Ant ways, read and review, so that I kno if I
should write more!