Chapter One

The sky was grey, you could hear the thunder in the clouds roaring furiously. It was going to rain Bulma was certain of it. A gloomy day to match her gloomy mood. Bulma had just broken up with Yamcha and though it was her who decided that their relationship should end, Yamcha was in agreement, but he hated losing his very first girlfriend. No matter how miserable Bulma was in the relationship she still miss being in one. Bulma was on her balcony just taking in the scent of the upcoming storm. It had started to drizzle, Bulma wearing Yamcha's old white shirt with just a a pair of lace panties. The air became extremely nippy, as the fat water drops splashed onto her face.

"Woman what are you doing?" Vegeta barked. He had noticed how she was not being her annoying self in the past few days. He watched as Bulma sat on her balcony, she was wearing nothing more than just a transparent white shirt, obviously a man's shirt, his shirt. Apparently she still was not over her loser ex mate. Vegeta was not only annoyed but now was a bit mad that she was somewhat still tied to him.

Bulma looked at Vegeta, not wanting to deal with him at this point, "I'm just sitting here Vegeta" she said flatly. Vegeta stared at the blue haired woman. She was a complete mystery to him. In his time on Earth Vegeta had dreaded moving into her home. However, as time passed Vegeta opened himself a bit more to Bulma, though he was still being an asshole to everyone else, sometimes Bulma included.

Vegeta didn't know how to proceed, Bulma's usual fiery attitude had been reduce to almost nonexistence and silence. Vegeta with a swift move sat next to her. He didn't want to say anything, Vegeta started to remember about the first few weeks that he had stay here. It had been interesting to say the least. The woman's mother had some type of fascination with the prince. She wanted to to take care of Vegeta, for no apparent reason. She loved his hearty appetite, and the more he was the strong silent type, the more Bunny wanted to to talk to him. Vegeta never played with the idea, the more the ditzy blonde spoke to him, the less he was interested in what she had to say; what anyone had to say for that matter. He would not bother with the concerns of lower class forms like these earthlings.

Soon, Vegeta found out that the colder and more uninterested he was in their affairs, the less the humans seem to care about him. His none caring attitude had pushed everyone away except for the ever persistence blue haired blue woman. No matter how rude, or how many times he yelled at her, she would just fight back and be fine the next day. It was a strange reaction to his sour attitude, from time to time she would even playfully smack him.

Vegeta remember the first time he noticed her in a different light, it had only been a few days ago. Though he was used to her vulgarity, he never thought that she was react in the manner that she did that night. Vegeta had finished his training for the day, a nonstop 12 hour session. He was drench in sweat and had worked up and appetite, he made his way to the kitchen catching whim of the woman. She was wearing a very much reveling tight red dress and she had finally gotten rid of her that ridiculous puff hairstyle and had let her straight hair fall naturally down her shoulder.

Bulma walked into the kitchen to find the saiyan drinking a juice box staring at her direction. Bulma couldn't help notice how adorable he looked sipping on a juice box. Bulma grabbed a juice box herself and sat on top of the table where Vegeta was. His caught off guard expression that he would adorned every time that she would flirt with him, would bring Bulma immense satisfaction. There was something about making the prince of all saiyans blush that she found enticing. Even if he was a grumpy, obsess with training maniac alien, he was still man.

Vegeta watched as the blue haired minx sat on top of the table. Her short dress riding up just above her smooth thighs."So what does the prince got going on tonight?" She asked sipping on her juice box.

Vegeta couldn't help but stare at her ever rising red garment. Saiyan women would never be caught in something this revealing, yet somehow Vegeta was glad that this wench had been wearing it. "If you must know woman, tonight I will be resting."

Bulma's eyes widen, he never rested. 'Was this a ploy of some kind?' she thought. "Where are you off?"

Bulma's eyes continued to widen even more, he never asked about her personal life, this red mini must really be doing the trick for him, Bulma smile she arched her back slightly making her chest stick out more than usual."it's date night. I have a few plans for tonight, but since you aren't doing anything important tonight how about you let me take record your vitals. I've been working on trying to improve the gravity room, and if I have the exact data I could work with a better goal in mind. Of course I would have to do it after my date."

Vegeta was impress that even after the way he had treated her in the past few days, she still wanted to help him. "Fine as long as you don't get back here in the morning, I'll see to that request."

"Why would you think that I would get back in the morning it's not even seven yet!" She yelled becoming a bit irritated.

"You said you were going on a date night, that means you and that loser mate of yours, are going to engage in some pre-mating ritual where I'm sure he hopes not to screw it up so he can then screw you" He said finishing his juice.

She was pissed that he had made it sound so vulgar, but she was surprise that he knew what date night meant. She wanted to defy him but he was unfortunately right. "Well at least I have a date tonight, unlike Mr. prince who is going to sit home all alone maybe even watch some romantic comedy on the TV" She was smiling at the thought of Vegeta watching a romantic movie.

"What are you insinuating woman?" He sounded irritated.

"I'm saying that someone like you could use some companionship" she said innocently. Vegeta sat his juice box down and stood up. He walked up to Bulma getting uncomfortably close to her.

His eyes were narrowed, "Is that an offer woman?" he asked now getting in between her legs, surprisingly Bulma hadn't fight it.

She was stunned at his reaction, 'the grumpy saiyan had feelings after all, and they were filled with lust, who would had thunk...?' she thought as his breath graced upon her skin. "Even if it was offer, you wouldn't know what to do with me" She whispered into his ear. Again Vegeta was stunned, no one had ever turned down his advancements, then this earthling had just toyed with him. With a smooth move Bulma manage to cross her legs and jumped off the table. "Wait for me cutie" With a wink she left without looking back.

Frustrated in more than one way Vegeta, ate his heart's feeling. He was angry that the woman was playing with him, yet he was enjoying the chase. How dare she tease him like that though, and not reciprocate the feelings. Ugh it was too much though a ruthless fighter Vegeta would not touch another man mate. Hell who was kidding, if Bulma would offer to mate he probably would have never said no. It had been a while since he had experience some type of companionship, and Bulma was not the worst he could end up with. On Earth she was some form or royalty, vastly amount of wealth prove to that. She was somewhat fearless to him, but she was loud and vulgar. She was a bit of mystery that he wanted to solve but hated himself for having those feelings. To top all off she was a gorgeous specimen.

That night Bulma came back very soon in a very bad mood. The date with Yamcha had left her pissed off and alone. This is when Bulma noticed her deteriorating relationship. Yamcha had even called another woman on their date! The break up was coming, she felt it. The fact that a hunky saiyan living with her, was more than complicating things. There was an attraction there, no doubt about it, but both Vegeta and Bulma, were too stubborn to say or do anything about it. However, it had been some time since she had felt the lust she feels for Vegeta whenever she sees him without a shirt on.

She walked toward her room passing his room, she notice that his door was left open, "hmmm he never leave his door open," Bulma walked in to his room. The room was empty, with a trail of clothes of leading toward the bathroom. Bulma didn't hesitate to follow the trail. She walked in to Vegeta laying on the bathtub, his eyes were close but quickly open them to find her standing by the door.

"Woman! don't you have any manners?" He barked as he felt Bulma eying him up.

"I'm just glad you actually waited for me" she smiled, she walked towards the bathtub and sat next to him.

"You're home early" He said looking away.

"Sorry to disappoint, date night didn't really go as plan" She said bitterly. "Anyways just come to my room and I'll start on that report." She was about to leave when she notice Vegeta staring at her. Hmm.. maybe it would be fun to play with him for a little.' Bulma thought. "Or on second thought, this bathtub is big enough for two people, and date left me pissed and a bath might just do the trick" Vegeta's eyes widen, this was becoming his new expression. She looked at the side of her dress and unzipped it.

Vegeta watched as the little minx decided to join his bath. He was use to warfare, strategic fighting, but this was something different. This was a battle of wits, sexuality being her secret weapon. She was toying with him and he wasn't about to back down. He also wasn't about to give into her game. He noticed how much she loved the attention from beta males who were just desperate for any form of contact with her. But not Vegeta, somehow he knew that this was his advantage.

Though her breast were now expose she wasn't self conscious. Bulma raised one eyebrow and gave him a devilish smile. With a small hop Bulma jumped into the bathtub. "Do you always bathe with your undergarments on?" He asked with one eyebrow raise and his cheeks slightly blushed.

"No, I just don't want you to get the wrong idea. I'm just relaxing." She submerged herself a bit more her feet now touching his chest. Vegeta notice the pink polish on her toes, 'how useless yet i just want bite those toes UGH!' While he was internally battling with himself Bulma was distracted by the wet saiyan's chest. Tone, overly muscular and covered in scars.

"A woman walks into your bath and decides to join in, geez no one would ever get the wrong idea" He said sarcastically trying to look away from her wondering feet. A few weeks earlier this type of touching would have made his stomach turn, but the growing sexual tension at this point was almost unbearable. "Why aren't you with the fool?" He asked.

Bulma looked at his face, that was the second time he had asked about the date, kind of. She looked down, her feet suddenly stopped moving "Yamcha and I are probably over" There was some sorrow in her voice.

"Well about time." He said submerging his whole head for a few secs then came back up to see Bulma's confuse expression.

"What do you mean about time?" She asked angrily.

"Do you really want me to answer that question woman?" Bulma stared blankly and then nodded, "For the few months that I've been here, you guys have fought more than you guys have talked, plus that idiot walks around with the scent of other females on him, it's disgusting, it's like he's a walking sex pool" Vegeta now looked at her expression.

"You... You knew!? and you didn't say anything!?" Her rage was visible.

"Like you didn't" He said, not really reacting at her rage. It was true that she had been suspecting for time but she didn't have any proof. "Plus I don't concern myself with such petty matters, it was hard to ignore the smell of sex and different females on him whenever he was around" He knew this was going to hurt her feelings but at least he felt better.

Bulma sighed and sat back. "You're right, I did know." She then got up and quickly left the bathroom. Vegeta watched her leave, again frustrated in more than just one way. From that day on Bulma was never around she was either in her room or in the lab. It had been a few days since he had seen her last. Vegeta was beginning to wonder if he shouldn't have said anything.

Vegeta wanted to see her, even if just to bicker 'That stupid woman' he thought as he walked by her room. He then noticed her on the balcony wearing nothing more a large white shirt. He walked towards her. He sat next to her for a few moments, then Standing right above her, he picked up her wet body and brought her inside. He of course notice the shirt was see through but decided not to comment on that fact. He dropped her on the bed, as she watched his out of character actions. "You're sulking, it's pathetic" Bulma didn't respond, he moved closer towards her, as he narrowed his eyes, Vegeta grabbed the oversize shirt by each side and ripped it in half. Bulma quickly covered herself, he then evaporated the piece of clothing with a small ki blast. "Because of your stupid love life you're neglecting my needs." He then proceeded to remove his tank and handed it to Bulma, she put the tank top on, it was big on her. "I'm expecting those upgrades woman. Don't mess it up like my vitals" Vegeta then walked out of the room.

Bulma was at awe.

Yes she had been depressed over the break up with Yamcha, but she never thought it was bad enough for Vegeta to notice. How in the world did he know she was wearing Yamcha's shirt. Even though it had included violence, Vegeta's gesture had been incredibly sweet. That shirt was the last item of Yamcha's at Capsule Corp. It was sort of symbolic that Vegeta had blasted it. She smiled at how ridiculous she felt. Vegeta's tank was warm on her body. Somehow it gave her comfort, 'maybe it is time to move on' she thought hugging her body.

For the next few days Bulma was getting back to her regular routine. Waking up a early (10 am being early for Bulma), showering everyday, back to work in the lab, even some bickering with Vegeta here and there. She felt the memory of her fail relationship with Yamcha, start to fade. Bulma was sitting in her lab working on a new capsule concept. She was really engross on her work when all of the sudden she heard the door of her lab slammed open.

She quickly turn around to find Vegeta right outside her lab. "What's up with your royal butt?" She said with a sparkle in her eyes.

"I've mastered the current level of your pathetic equipment. I'm in desperate need of those upgrade woman." Vegeta said with an annoyance tone in his voice. Bulma looked at him, he had a point; She had promised some upgrades and she was coming short with those promises. Bulma simply smiled and nodded, she then grabbed her tool box and with a fast pace with she was approaching Capsule 3 quickly. Vegeta followed her with intrigue, she usually doesn't respond so willingly. He squinted his eyes as he followed her.

Bulma eyed the ship, she was looking for a small compartment to start her upgrades. A higher level in gravity would suffice, and maybe she would she work on the laser shooting bots. She notice Vegeta standing behind her. "This is going to take a little while why don't you go and play somewhere else?" Bulma said without turning around. She was kneeling very low to the ground, that's when he noticed that she was wearing a pair of the tiniest white short and a pink tube top along side the lab coat. Though he thought of her as a harlot, she looked incredibly hot. Vegeta growled at her rude comment, he stretched and walked away. She was acting so goddamn high and mighty, didn't she realized how to properly treat royalty.

With a small growl Vegeta walked away in a swift pace. He walked out of Capsule Corp. Walking unknowing to the city. Well if he had nothing to do for the next few hours he might as well get acclimated to the costumes of Earth. He had resided in this pathetic planet for almost one year, and had never taken an interest in their culture. However, it was the first time that his equipment was near useless. Vegeta was wearing civilian clothes, he had the wallet that she had giving him as well with the monetary objects that claimed the land.

As he walked into downtown he notice that she wasn't the only one who would dress in an scandal like fashion. He noticed a group of females looking at him from an ice cream shop. "Hmph" He walked by the shop, as he notice the group of females following and giggling behind him. "Hm, I guess I'm appealing to all female earthlings, at least to this lot"

One of the females approached him "Hi, there my name is-" a cute blonde tried, but he just waved, laughed and walked right pass them. "Man I do miss being praise" He thought as walked by the group of females 'The blonde sure was stacked though' He continued his mental monologue, "Not much compare to the woman" He suddenly stopped. "Where the hell did that come from" He said now loudly.

The upgrade took less than 4 hours to complete. She was surprise that he had stayed out of her hair for so long. She was packaging her tools when Vegeta arrived. Figures, gone for the hard work, here for the free upgrades. "So where has your highness being?" She asked him.

He looked at her, with a curious gaze "I went for a walk into downtown, and I'm in a fairly good mood, don't ruin it by showing me crappy upgrade" He said in an almost cheerful tone.

"Whatever" Bulma shook her head, "Up to 400 times normal gravity with some new additions to the training bots, at the rate your surpassing the training gear I'd say this would keep you occupy for at least 2 months." She said looking at Capsule 3. Vegeta just smile, she had said 400G. They had put up such a fight when he wanted an upgrade to 200G.

In the next few days Vegeta was no where to be seeing except for his training grounds. Bulma sometimes would catch herself being curious about what the sexy saiyan was up to; but decided it was best for her to move the thought to the back of her mind. As she calculated for the next two months Vegeta was more than occupy as she had predicted. She did run into him to give the new armor she had been working on. He took it without saying and word and took it to his room. She saw him wear the armor later, Bulma figure that that was going to be the closest she will get to a thank you. She was hoping that she wouldn't run into him until after Halloween. Bulma didn't want him to see her costume, mainly because she was parody of him.