Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or the characters. I also don't own the song "I Don't Know You Anymore" by Savage Garden.

Okay, so I've been working on this idea for a while, but I didn't have drive to write anything. Well, I knew what the story would be about and it kind of reminded me of the Hatfields and McCoys I was watching with my grandparents last night, but in this story, it will be business rivals and not really much killing…yeah. So anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Two eighteen-year-olds were laughing as they ran away from their school dance.

"Vegeta, what if our parents find out?" a young, blue-haired girl asked.

"Bulma, they're not going to find out," the boy said smugly, kissing her vigorously while unlocking his car door. "Get in."

Bulma laughed and shook her head. She and Vegeta had been sneaking around to be together for years. The only two people who knew were their best friends, Chi Chi and Goku, who supported them any way they could. The two teens were in love, but with their fathers being business rivals, they were forbidden to see each other.

Before Vegeta started to drive away from the dance, he felt his girlfriend kissing his neck. He growled slightly. "If you keep doing that, I'll have you right here." Bulma winked at him before returning to her seat. She always loved his control, but she knew he could only be pushed so far.

Vegeta drove them to an abandoned cottage by the lake to which they would always sneak. The place was full of peace and beauty, and it made them forget the intensity of their corporate lives and background.

He lifted her up off the ground and carried her into the cottage, bridal style, kissing her along the way. She moaned slightly into his mouth, making him smirk and egging him on more. He started to unzip the back of her dress and laid her down in the bed in front of them.

"God, you're beautiful," he said in a dreamy voice. Bulma couldn't help but blush as his gaze bore over her body. She attempted to cover herself, but he wouldn't let her. Soon he joined her and the two of them ignored any insecurities they had, losing themselves completely in one another.

"Oh, Bulma, you're home," her mother greeted. "Chi Chi called and said you were spending the night. How was the dance?"

Bulma smiled slightly, thinking of Vegeta. "It was a lot of fun. I overdid it, though, and so I went home with Chi and passed out on her couch."

"Well, I'm glad you had fun," her mother said with a smile. "Now, your father has some stuff he'd like to talk to you about for next weekend."

Bulma resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Every year, all the local businesses got together and presented their new ideas. It was always a major competition between Capsule Corp. and Ouji Corp. She and Vegeta always had to pretend that they hated each other, and then they would sit in the back and text each other throughout the presentations. It was so asinine.

"Alright," Bulma said in a forced cheery voice, "I'll go talk to him right now."

Meanwhile, at Vegeta's home, his father and mother were waiting for him. He greeted them and kissed his mother, Kalina, on the cheek before getting something to drink from the refrigerator. He didn't notice the worried look on his mother's face or the glare on his father's. He was just so happy after his night with Bulma. He thought nothing could ruin his morning.

"Where were you?" his father asked, trying to contain his rage.

Vegeta looked at him, taking a large gulp from his drink and tilting his head slightly in confusion. "What do you mean?"

His father's glare hardened as he threw pictures down on the kitchen table of him and Bulma. Vegeta growled and glared at his father, ignoring his mother's worried glance. "Were you spying on us?" Vegeta shouted. "That's low, even for you, father."

"I knew something was going on with you two," the man retorted. "I've seen the text messages on our bill. How can you sleep with the competition?"

"She's not competition!" Vegeta yelled. "I love her and she feels the same. The two of us will not be dragged down by your pathetic rivalry."

Kalina yelped when her son was slapped in the face. She shot her husband a heated glance. "Is that really necessary?" she shouted. "Our son is happy for once. Can't you swallow your pride for once and let them be?"

"Not a chance," his father replied. "Not with that trash. You will not be contacting her anymore, and if you do, I'll cut you off and throw you out and then I'll ruin your little girlfriend with these pictures. Talk about a scandal."

Vegeta didn't care about being cut off. If that was all his father had threatened him with, he would have walked out the door. But now, he was threatening to drag Bulma down, also, and he refused to let that happen. He needed to tell Bulma later when they were supposed to meet up at the lake.

"Hey, Vegeta," she greeted happily, before running over to him. She tried to embrace him, but he held her back. She then saw his serious and hurt expression. "What's wrong?"

"My father knows about us," he told her. "He's threatening me to get me to stop seeing you. He told me that he would cut me off and that-"

"So let me get this straight," Bulma said as calmly as she could muster. "You're breaking up with me because of money? Seriously?"

"No," Vegeta replied desperately. "My father said he was going to-"

"I heard what he said!" Bulma snapped, tears starting to fall down her face. Vegeta tried to comfort her, but she pushed him away. "I thought I meant more to you than that."

Vegeta was about to reply when she ran off. He attempted to text her the rest of what he had to tell her, but the message never went through. His father blocked the number both ways. Vegeta growled. How was that even possible?

He returned home and looked across the street to Bulma's house. He decided to try a different approach. Her father would never let him in, so he decided to climb the side of her house to get up to her bedroom window.

Bulma stopped crying when she heard the knock on her window and saw Vegeta hanging on for dear life. She decided to open the window. "Yes?" she asked, drying her tears.

"You never let me finish," he said through gritted teeth while trying to hang on. "My father didn't just threaten me; he threatened you too. That's what I was trying to tell you."

"How could he possibly do anything to hurt me?" Bulma asked.

"He-" But Vegeta was cut off when Bulma's father spotted him and threatened to call the cops if he didn't get off the property. "I'll tell you another time, at the convention…my father is watching my phone and apparently me, so we can't meet up anywhere."

"But I don't want to break up," Bulma said ignoring her father's shouts.

"We aren't," he told her. "Just sitting back for a while."

Bulma nodded solemnly, but she trusted Vegeta. If his father had something on her, then Vegeta would know. He wouldn't do this on a hunch. "I love you," she whispered.

He smirked at her. "Same here. Well, I better climb down before your father decides to take out his pistol."

Bulma laughed and nodded in agreement. "See you next weekend."

"Definitely."

The week dragged on as Bulma and Vegeta anticipated the convention. Both their mothers noticed a change in their children's attitudes and neither liked it. Vegeta's mother had confided in Bulma's mother about the threat her husband gave the two teens. Both women were unlike their husbands and only wanted their children's happiness. They started to form a plan to help the both of them.

At the convention, Bulma and Vegeta exchanged glances during the presentations. They couldn't text like they normally did, but they really wanted to talk. Eventually, Bulma excused herself, and Vegeta followed a few minutes later. The two of them met in a dark hallway. Vegeta pressed her up against the wall and kissed her desperately.

"What does he have on me?" Bulma murmured as the two of them gasped for air.

"Pictures of us…at the cottage," he admitted. Bulma gasped. Vegeta wasn't kidding when he said his father was watching him. "He said he would publicly disown me, so I wouldn't be connected with the business anymore and that he would use the pictures to ruin your company's reputation. I didn't want that to happen."

"Vegeta," Bulma sighed, "I don't care about my reputation. I care about you. Let's just leave. Who cares if we're cut off? I just want you."

"I would, Bulma, but he still has that PI watching me," he told her. "He would find us."

Tears started to form in Bulma's eyes. "So this is really it?" she asked. Vegeta frowned and looked away from her, then nodded, muttering irritably, "For now." That's when Bulma lost it and ran off again. He didn't try to stop her. He knew he had to keep his distance for the time being. It was the only way he could keep her safe. He would have time to think of a plan. Although, in the meantime, what he didn't know was that his father had the private investigator come to the convention, which Vegeta hadn't expected because it was a private event for businessmen. He would find out the next day.

A/N: Haha, yeah…don't ask me where these story ideas keep coming from, cuz I don't even know. Anyway, as evident by the first chapter, so intense drama is heading there way…in the first chapters. Let me know what you think.