This idea came to me while reading another fanfic about this couple. This is a simple two-shot about how their first arguement happened. After watching the show, I got the impression that Vegeta was sort of shy around Bulma. Atleast at first. So I doubt he simply ordered her around when he wanted something. They're both very stubborn, so the idea of their first fight is very interesting to me.
"Oh Kami, my back is killing me."
Bulma stretched her arms to the ceiling in an attempt to relieve some of the stiffness that had settled into her lower back. She had been sitting in the same position for over 5 hours now, and she still wasn't completely finished with the task at hand.
"If only Daddy was here..."
While her father was away he had asked Bulma to take a look at his new product, and check for any errors he might have made. So far she had only found one problem, and that had been easy enough to fix. Checking for glitches in any product can be very time consuming, so the fact that she was close to being done seemed to give Bulma a renewed boost of energy.
"Alright, just a little longer and I'll be done."
With that in mind she focused completely on the object in front of her. She was totally oblivious to the fact that someone had walked in, without bothering to knock first.
Vegeta wasn't quite sure how to proceed with his request. It irked him that she hadn't even noticed that he was in the same room as her yet. Afterall, everyone knows when the mighty Prince of all Saiyans is nearby. They should bow down to him respectfully, and be thankful that he has graced them with his presence. Just who did this woman think she was? It seemed someone needed to put her in her place.
Vegeta simply let out a small cough.
"Oh sorry Vegeta, I didn't notice you there."
Vegeta repressed the urge to roll his eyes. No shit.
"It is unwise to not be aware of your surroundings."
Not that I give a damn.
Bulma smiled softly, "I'll keep that in mind. Was there something you needed?"
Vegeta's heart turned to mush at the site of her lovely smile. Knowing that something so sincere was being directed towards him caused his resolve to slightly crumble as he tried desperately to recall just exactly why he had come to her in the first place.
"Is it the gravity room again?"
Ah yes, that was it.
"Daddy told me before he left that I would have to fix it if it messed up. I'll be sure to get right on that..."
Vegeta nodded sternly and turned to walk away, assuming Bulma was right on his heels.
"...just as soon as I get done with my own work."
He stopped dead in his tracks. Did he hear her correctly? Surely not. This woman was too intelligent to make a mistake such as putting her needs above his own. Even her father knew to drop whatever it was he was doing the moment Vegeta summoned him. He simply must have misunderstood her.
"It should only take about 30 more minutes for me to finish up here. Then I'll get to work on the GR for you."
Well that was pretty clear.
Vegeta turned to face her. What he saw did not please him. She wasn't even looking at him while she spoke! Instead she was giving all her attention to some peice of junk in her hands. He was furious. No, furious did not fully describe how he was feeling at the moment. How dare she disrespect him in such a manner. She is just a human woman. She is in no postion to treat him this way. He however, is a prince. Royal blood flows through his veins.
She was nothing.
Dirt beneath his feet.
Beautiful dirt...
Gah!
"Woman you are to come with me now."
Bulma looked up at Vegeta, a bit taken by surprise at the tone he was using. Vegeta isn't the type to joke around, so she had no doubt he was being serious (as well as an ass). Not really sure how to respond to his 'attitude', she did what came natural to her, the heir of the most succesful company in all Japan.
She snubbed him and went back to her work.
"I do not repeat myself woman."
With a roll of her eyes and the up turn of her nose, she responded.
"Neither do I, so you're just gonna have to wait till I'm done."
Vegeta felt as though he were going to explode.
"Preferrably outside."
'snap!'
''Woman, NO ONE dismisses the prince of all Saiyans. Especially not some weak, female human. Now I am going to give you one.more.chance to fix my machine, so you better start moving your ass!"
Bulma sat there stunned into silence for a few moments absorbing all Vegeta had just directed her way. 'Yelled is more like it', she thought to herself angrily. Just who the hell does he think he is coming into MY lab and ordering me around like some sort of servant? The guy has some nerve. She felt heat rising to her face as she stood up out of her chair, knocking it backwards in the process.
"I'll fix that machine whenever I damn well feel like it, your highness!'' And after the way you just yelled at me, it'll propably be a while!"
"Woman it's high time someone put you in your place!"
"My place? Did you just sayMY place? Need I remind you that this is MY home Vegeta? This is MY lab, and that's even MY gravity room out there. But most importantly, this is MY home planet, and you are simply a guest here, not a prince. I however am the closest thing to royalty you're ever gonna come across here."
Vegeta had heard enough. He managed to hold in his rage as she spoke, but now that she seemed to be finished, he had to vent out his frustrations in the best way he knew how.
Violence.
All at once Vegeta aimed his hand at the opposing wall, and fired a large ki blast.
Bulma shrieked, covered her ears and closed her eyes. What the hell did he just do? As the dust began to settle, realization hit her like a truck.
He blew up one of the walls of her lab..
HER LAB!
Her precious lab! Almost all of her work is in here! All her ideas that she had written down in a frenzy before she forgot any details. All her prototypes, all her blueprints, just...gone. Into a pile of smoking ash. The part of the lab he destroyed had the testing area. The part where all of new ideas and rough drafts were kept. She felt hot tears trickle down her face as she turned to face Vegeta, the one that had decimated everything.
He was smiling proudly to himself.
This was too much. What was she thinking when she invited him to stay here? The man was CRAZY! Who in their right mind would blow up part of a room just because they didn't get something they wanted! And it was so simple. All he had to do was wait a few minutes for her to finish. Instead of understanding that she had work to do, he threw a full blown temper tantrum as if he was still a child and destroyed her lab. Until this moment, Bulma had never truely known what it felt like to hate someone.
"You..."
Bulma glared at him with venom dripping from her voice. Vegeta simply straightened his shoulders, and crossed his arms over his chest, as he smirked back at her.
"You son.of.a.bitch."
At these words Vegeta snarled his lip in anger, and locked his eyes with hers.
"You brought this on yourself woman. Now do as I said, and fix my machine. I would hate to have to repeat myself yet again."
The words shot through her like a thousand arrows. He has no remorse. She's been working in this lab for almost 15 years, and he destroyed almost everything she had worked to accomplish in just a matter of moments. In her current state of blind fury, Bulma was surprised when suddenly, she felt a calmness settled over her trembling form. Her genius mind had managed to form an idea, despite her despair. With a sinister glare to rival his own, she responded cooly.
''Alright Vegeta, I'll fix your machine."
Bulma stood up straight, dusted herself off and headed for the door, with Vegeta right behind her.
''That's more like it."
'Well guess that showed her. Next time she'll do as she's told, just as a woman should.'
Vegeta smiled smugly to himself, mentally giving himself a pat on the back for breaking her in. As they reached the door to the GR, Bulma stopped and slightly turned her head to glance at Vegeta.
"What's wrong with it?"
"It won't increase to 300."
"So it's not really broken. Just needs upgrading."
Vegeta simply grunted in response.
"You can wait out here if you like. This shouldn't take too long."
"Very well."
And with that said, Bulma stepped inside the GR and closed the door.
...to be continued...