Disclaimer: I do not own Bulma or Vegeta or any of the other DBZ characters.....

Bulma's thoughts

Vegeta's thoughts

"Speaking"

Anyone else's thoughts

Love or Pride?

"Woman! That stupid machine is broken again! FIX IT!"

'Damn that Vegeta, can't he just leave me alone?!?' Bulma sat up in her lab and took off her working glasses. She frowned as she looked toward the door at the sour looking sayian staring back at her.

"Vegeta I just fixed that machine two days ago how in the heavens did u break it this time?!?" Bulma asked extremely frustrated.

"I broke it because it was too weak to withstand my power! Stupid baka earth creature." Vegeta said sneering. Bulma rolled her eyes then looked back down at her work. 'This stupid baka is not making me get up and serve him right now, I've almost finished this prototype and I'll be damned if I let him make a slave out of me!'

"Vegeta you are going to have to wait! I am very busy right now and I don't have time to fix the toys that you break every other day!" Bulma leaned over the device and begin hooking the wires to each other. Five seconds later she was staring at Vegeta's stomach.

"You will fix my machine now or I will make sure you get nothing done!" Vegeta said frowning.

"Good Lord Vegeta! Fine I'll fix the machine, just get your ugly mug out of my face!" Bulma said losing her patients. She sighed and attempted to shove Vegeta out of her way so she could put the last touches on the prototype, but the attempt was fruitless. Bulma growled and got out of her chair and began to walk out of the room.

"Oh and woman?" Vegeta said pretending to be innocent and sweet. Bulma turned around to look at him. "I'm hungry!" Bulma let out a scream and stomped out of the room. 'Ha, stupid week earthling.....although she doesn't look all that bad when she's angry. Did I just think that!?! I must be loosing it! No prince of all sayains would become so weak!" Vegeta cursed himself then left to clean out the refrigerator. He took the food outside and watched Bulma work.

"Ow," Bulma said as a broken wire connected with her skin and burned her. She put her finger in her mouth to ease the pain. She put her tools down and walked inside to get a Band-Aid. When she came back out she saw Vegeta looking at where she was working.

"Hey! Don't touch that! Don't you cause enough damage by just breaking it after I fix it?" Bulma yelled as she ran across the yard.

"What are you talking about baka onna? I can do whatever I please, I am a.."

"A prince." Bulma said with malice and sarcasm. "Go away and let me finish this so I can get on with my life, which does not revolve around you or your stupid incapability to keep from breaking this machine!"

"I could kill you faster then you could blink. So, I would suggest you hold your tongue if you wish to keep your life" Vegeta said through gritted teeth. He stalked away leaving Bulma to finish the machine.

'Who does that idiot think he is?! He can't do that anymore. He's the prince of a dead race, that doesn't say much! Stupid Baka.....' Bulma let her thoughts wander as she continued working.

Bulma's forearms and elbows were covered in grease, when she tossed her wrench down and sighed in contentment. 'Okay, the machine is done, but I can almost bet my life the frige is empty by now. Geez why did I ever agree to letting him live here? All he does is destroy and eat......I think I may call Yamcha, I'm going need his help carrying all the food I need to restock the kitchen.' Bulma went inside and took a shower. 'If that baka breaks that machine one more time I'm going...'

"Bulma Honey? Are you home?" Bulma's mom called from the living room.

"Yes, yes I'm home just in the shower I'll be down in a minute." Bulma said calling to her mother.

"Okay dear, I just wanted to tell you your father and I will be leaving in a few hours to go the convention in America. We're going to be gone all month, okay?"

"Sure mom thank-you for reminding me!" 'Great....how could I have forgotten. Now I'm going to be stuck here with Mr. High-and-mighty without the relief of having my dad fix his machine every once in a while.' Bulma got out of the shower and went to her room. She opened her closet and pulled out some black pants and a red tank top. She ran a brush through her hair and looked in the mirror. 'Perfect, as usual' She walked downstairs and called Yamcha.

"Moshi Moshi?" Yamcha's voice was bright and welcoming.

"Hey babe, it's Bulma. Want to go shopping with me?" Bulma said beginning to forget her agitation.

"Sure, I'll be there in ten minutes." Yamcha hung up and Bulma smiled. Vegeta watched as Yamcha pulled up and Bulma got into his air car. As they pulled away Vegeta began to scowl. 'Even if she is just a weak baka, she does deserve better then that....that....sorry excuse for a waste of air.' Vegeta looked away and began to train once more.

So what do you think for my first Bulma and Vegeta fic? Read and Review, but please be gentle!