Author's Note: So this is my first time ever writing and especially publishing anything like. I've read a few stories and wondered how it would be like to be on the other side of the computer. So here I am! Please tell me what you think! I'm open to all constructive criticism. If anything, it'll help me become a better writer.

Just in case if its unclear, I used italics for thoughts and emphasis.

Disclamer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of the characters.

As the sun rose upon a familiar yellow mansion, a certain blue haired beauty roused from her sleep. Yawning, she rubbed her eyes awake. She snapped out of her early morning daze, as she remembered the exchange that had occurred almost three months ago. She still couldn't wrap her mind around it.

Could it really be true? she thought, recalling the information that the lavender-haired boy from the future had relayed onto Goku. He had sliced Frieza into smithereens without so much as breaking a sweat. She walked to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. How could these androids make him pale in comparison? If this was a practical joke, it definitely was an elaborate one. How could this boy know about Dr. Gero's deep hatred for Goku? No, this had to be real. She couldn't understand why, but she trusted the boy. She felt … almost a sense of familiarity. Maybe because he was so gosh-darned cute. She shrugged that thought aside. No, she definitely did know him from somewhere. Perhaps he interned somewhere at her company; judging from the Capsule Corp logo on his jacket, he must've had some connection to her family. Too bad, she didn't even know his name, or she would have been able to find out who he was in no time.

Noting the time, she quickly dressed herself in her work attire, a white silk blouse with a navy blue blazer and a black high waisted pencil skirt. She brushed and straightened her blue locks with haste, and headed out the door.

"Hey there beautiful", a voice called out from the couch, as she passed the main living room.

"Well, hiya there Yamcha," she replied. "What are you doing up so early? This is a first."

"I just wanted to get a head start on training today. I'm not gonna let the others get the jump on me." He stood up to face her and planted a soft kiss against her cheek. "And of course, I wanted to see my gorgeous girlfriend before she heads of to work. Sit down and I'll make you some breakfast."

"That sounds great Yamcha, but I'm already running behind as it is. I don't want to be late. It is my first day as Vice-President of Capsule Corp. I'll take some coffee to go, though."

"So that's why you look so … executive". He approached her and ran his hand down her arm, "I like it".

"Shut up you goof-ball!", she exclaimed, giggling and playfully swatting her hands at him.

He came behind her and ran his hands up her sides. He whispered in her ear. "Come on, now. Don't you want to spend time with your amazing boyfriend."

She shivered. "Yamcha! I can't right now. I'm running late." She pulled away from him.

Reluctantly, he let her go and pouted. "Fine. But you better make this up to me."

Taking her coffee, she walked out the door to the car that was waiting to take her to headquarters.

Yamcha looked out the window, watching her leave. What a sight. He sighed. He missed her. He missed the way things used to be. When she used to look at him, his heart would melt. It seemed that now, she barely tolerated him. When he wanted to spend time with her, she was always spending her time with something frivolous. Either she was going to work, tinkering on a project, or spending time with him.

His eyes shifted to the large spaceship outside the house that was now shaking. No doubt, Vegeta was training in there with the gravity machine Dr. Brief had built him. How could Bulma ever invite a guy like that to her house. What was she thinking? After everything he did. He had declared war on the Earth and practically killed him along with most of the Z gang. If that weren't enough, he was a space pirate who worked closely with the once ruthless tyrant of the universe. His tentative alliance back on Namek was merely self-preservation. In his book, Vegeta was still a merciless, cold-hearted murderer who only thirsted for blood and power. The second that they let their guards down, Vegeta may well strike, and he wasn't going to let that happen. He had to get stronger, if he wanted to stand a chance to protect them. With that thought, he launched into the air to start his training.

It was 7:30 PM by the time the heiress entered the Capsule Corp compound. She was completely exhausted. As newly appointed VP of the richest corporation in the world, she could no longer flake on her responsibilities. That meant no more space travel, no more hunts for the dragon ball, and no more adventure. The gravity of the situation hit her as she realized, she had to grow up; she could no longer up and leave whenever she so wished. It was somewhat of a rude awakening. Throbbing feet, she decided she deserved a long bubble bath, before fixing herself something to eat. No doubt her mother stored the leftovers in the fridge. She was practically drooling with anticipation. With newfound determination, she stalked off to her room to get herself clean before satiating her hunger.

Just as she reached the handle of her door, a loud noise startled her, nearly knocking her to her feet.

"WOMAN!"

"Oh my God, Vegeta! You scared me half to death. What's so important that you've nearly startled all of West City?". She placed a hand over her heart instinctually. Turning around, there he was, wearing a self satisfied smirk, no doubt amused by her surprise.

"Woman, my gravity chamber is malfunctioning again", he gruffly responded.

"What did you do this time? Forget it, I really don't care. I'll fix it tomorrow." She waved him off.

"No, woman! I demand you fix it at once!" He took a step closer.

Narrowing her eyes, she walked right up to him and poked him in the chest. "Fat chance there, buster. I ran a diagnostic just yesterday and fixed it, when you nearly smashed through the console. THAT TOOK ME ALL NIGHT!"

"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN HOW LONG IT TOOK! YOU WILL DO IT NOW!" He clenched his fists, trying to reign in his anger.

"THE ONLY THING IM GOING TO DO RIGHT NOW, IS TAKE A LONG BATH AND EAT DINNER. I WILL FIX IT TOMORROW. THIS CONVERSATION IS OVER!" She turned and stomped into her room, throwing the door closed behind her, with a loud slam for good measure.

That jerk! He's so infuriating. Doesn't he realize that the universe doesn't revolve around him. Prince of all Saiyans, yeah right, more like Prince of all Assholes! Three more years with him and the androids won't have to kill him, I'll beat them to the punch.

Too flustered to enjoy the long bath she was dreaming of, she screamed in frustration and threw a bar of soap across the bathroom.

Vegeta turned around from the slammed door, and began walking to the back yard, grumbling to himself.

The nerve of that woman. How dare she deny me the proper training facilities. All I ask is for the maintenance of that goddamn gravity room. Couldn't she build something sturdy enough to actually last more than five minutes? The mouth on her.

Huffing indignantly, he stalked out and began his katas. He would not waste anymore of his time or breath on that loudmouthed banshee. He had to become a Super Saiyan. It was his birth right, and he refused to be second to that low classed clown any longer. If that worm could unlock his potential by training in one hundred times earth's gravity, there was no reason he should not be able to as well. He had already mastered double that amount, but he would continue to push himself until he experienced the legend himself.

Kakarot! I will surpass you. You can count on it!

He blasted off to find some solidarity. He would train for the next few days in harsher conditions. No doubt by the time he would get back, the wench would have fixed his gravity room.