Thank you Jazyrha this is now the Beta version of chapter one. I used the subbed anime and manga for my stories, if it happen in the dub don't care, I hate dubbed anime. But that me, and also I create stories I like so in the end if I'm happy I guess it all that matters, but I do want others to enjoy. But anyways thanks for reading. I don't own anything associated with Dragon Ball.

He was gone, the strange boy with the lavender hair.

Kakarott', well actually Piccolo, had informed the group of the coming menace. The androids meant nothing to him – just a hindrance in his plan to one day claim his rightful place as the greatest of all Saiyans. Why wouldn't he? It was his birthright and that clown had stolen it from him. Everything that should have been his had been stolen from him: his home, his pride, his people, his revenge, … Nothing seemed to matter now, except taking his place as the greatest of all warriors in the mighty saiyan race.

He trained now with more fever then he had ever trained before. The sweat dripped down his face and scarred body. Even though the machine could go up to almost 500 times earth gravity, Vegeta had not turned it up that high so far. Three years, that was he all had, to reach and surpass Kararott. He would do it or die, that was his only choice in life, fighting was all what life had to offer him now.

Lost in the silent hum of the gravity room and his thoughts, he was quickly brought back by the shrew's voices. "Vegeta, if you wish to eat your meal warm then I suggest you come now."

He turned off the GR and started towards the kitchen. Food, the one saving grace this blasted mud-ball had. Vegeta had been eating well on earth the only time in his life he had eaten this well had been his youth. Freeza's idea of food… well, let's just say it only kept the body alive. Once in a while he would come across a good meal, but those occasions were few and far in-between. As he walked into the kitchen, he was once again greeted by that woman's voice.

"You could at least wash before coming to the table."

"Why waste the time woman, it is only noon. I still have hours left of training and I don't wish to waste them." He found a seat the furthest away from Yamcha, such a weakling.

"What did you expect, Bulma? I don't know if I've ever seen an ape bathe, guess I could always go to the zoo and find out, though!" Yamcha had a smile on his face, even though he knew he was playing with fire, but he didn't seem to care.

Vegeta stood up. The quickest way to get him mad, was referring to him as nothing but an animal. He had spent too many years being nothing but Freeza's pet, too many years hearing his race being despised. And Now this Earthling - who he had killed once had the nerve? He clenched his fist, the venom about to spew from his mouth.

"Oh Vegeta, did I make you mad? Maybe you should just go Super Saiyan… Ohh wait! You can't."

That was the final straw! Vegeta was going to snap that man's neck and he couldn't care less about what would happen when he did. But before he had the chance that blasted woman stepped in: "That's enough Yamcha. Shut up."

"Why should I?"

"Because I told you so! Do I have to feed you two in separate rooms like dogs?" She looked at them. If either one could just learn to keep their mouths in check these three years might not seem to drag on like they had last couple days have. But, oh no… just when she thought she had Yamcha under control, Vegeta's voice chimed in: "that wouldn't bother me. At least I wouldn't have to eat with this mangy mutt in my presence." Vegeta could no longer stand to let the food in front of him sit untouched, so he began to eat.

"Why you…"

"Yamcha, stop."

Vegeta smirked at himself: "nothing like seeing a dog whipped by it master."

"Argh, can't you two behave like two adults" Throwing down the rest of the food she had prepared on the table, Bulma left the room, followed by Yamcha, who looked like a dog with his tail between his legs.

Outside, later that night , Yamcha nibbled on the supple skin of Bulma's neck. Bulma eyes were focused on the stars, almost unaware of Yamcha.

"Why do you have to be such an ass to Vegeta, whether you think it's impressive or it's the whole 'big man on campus thing to do', you couldn't be more wrong."

"What?" He turned his face to meet hers, "are you joking? You're asking me why I'm rude to Vegeta? Let's see… Oh, I know! He's the man who killed me and our friends, wanted to destroy earth, what else? Guess what? He is also the same man who terrorizes to get what he wants! so lets see can become stronger than Goku, then what Bulma?"

"No Yamcha, I'm being serious! I am not asking you to be his best friend, only to stop the constant fighting. I wonder, what are you trying to prove by making him mad?"

"I'm not trying to prove anything Bulma. Maybe I'm trying to open your eyes to the fact you have allowed a mass murder into you home, and that I trying to protect you."

"For your information I don't need your protection. I know what I'm doing."

"You always do, don't you Miss Bulma Briefs?" He raised his voice at her, but the second he did, he regretted it, "Sorry Bulma, come on, just let's relax and forget about it, the stars are lovely tonight and we are wasting our time fighting about Vegeta." Yamcha then found his way back to the spot on her neck he had been working on earlier, trailed his way up her neck to her chin and then to her lips. He kissed her with passion, but he received none back from her.

Her mind was swimming with thoughts. It had been for some time. Yamcha had been the love of her life, and now she had him back from the man who had taken him away from her. She loved him, didn't she? Didn't she always take him back, didn't she travel half way across the universe to bring him back to life? On Namek she had started to wonder, as she sat around alone. Did she make the right choice loving Yamcha? Bulma wondered how someone could feel so alone with someone that seemed to love her so much.

Vegeta had finished his training for the day and after a shower he decide to step onto his balcony. What a great sight he had to see tonight! That vulgar women and the dog! Did neither of them have shame to be so vulgar outside where everyone could watch, if they so pleased? Three years couldn't go by fast enough. Then he could rid himself of that clown and then rid himself of this planet.