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Chapter One

Bulma had never been so angry in her entire life. She paced furiously around the cramped room. The nerve of that jerk! Did he not have a brain in that thick oversized head of his, because he certainly acted that way?

Why? Why had she let him come to live at Capsule Corp? Whatever possessed her to ask him to? Well, she sure regretted it now. It had only been a month since that mysterious boy from the future brought news of the Androids and she had already been tempted to wring his thick neck. Bulma knew that wouldn't help or be effective but she was the only person here, besides her mom, who wasn't scared to death of him. She wasn't frightened of Vegeta, only mad at him. She couldn't even kick him out because he didn't want to leave, although he threatened to daily as if it was her loss that he left. Ha, only in his pathetic dreams.

Vegeta today had crossed the line. Nobody insults her work! Especially not that pig-headed, egoistic Saiyan! Then he had the guts to insult her further, as if it were her fault that all the equipment kept breaking. She wasn't the one training in the gravitational chamber twice a day! Her poor father…. Vegeta had him working night and day to improve his training devices. If she had to fix just one more machine he broke she would literally freak out. Bulma Briefs was slave to no one, she thought triumphantly.

The familiar sound of breaking glass ringed in her ears. No, not again! Her china, her very expensive set of dishes; he always found a way to break at least one set a week. They were so beautiful, passed on by to her by her late grandmother. How could he be so clumsy? No, clumsiness was out of the question because she was almost positive it was intentional; that he wanted to push her off the edge. How else could he break the dishes locked in the cupboard high above the refrigerator by accident? And Vegeta's excuse every time? He was looking for a better plate… yeah okay. So, he opened a lock to get to her china instead of using one of her regular dishes, the less expensive ones. She had even recently placed a sign on the door. "Do not go in the cupboard above the fridge Vegeta!" How straightforward can you get? But always with the last words, he grumbled how it was befitting for a Saiyan Prince to be eating off such rubbish. Bulma had all the right to give him a piece of her mind because once again he had found her hiding spot. Why would he even think to look in the tool shed? Was psychic powers part of being a Saiyan? Oh why was he doing this to her?

Walking downstairs she tried calming her rapidly beating heart. 1…2…3…4… 1…2…3…AHHH!

She had stepped in a puddle of cold water.H-her beautiful kitchen! What the hell did he do to it? Water was everywhere, not just on the tiled floor, but also on the counters, cupboards, shelves, walls, and for God's sake even the ceiling. Dishes fell out of the flooded sink, hitting the floor with a frightful crash. The tap on the faucet was missing, and water was gushing out from where it had been. Someone with superhuman powers must have bent the O-ring. Now, who could it be?

Running as fast as she could to her tool room in the basement, she grabbed a large metal wrench and a replacement ring. Back in the kitchen, the water was beginning to rush down the stairs. Working quickly she turned off the water under the sink, stopping the spraying fountain above her. Wet and angry, she tightened the packing nut and replaced the O-ring on the broken faucet. Finished with that, she attached the top portion, twisting it back on. Pushing her wet hair out of her face a thought raced uncontrollably through her mind. She was going to kill him. Screw the Androids, she was the one he should be really be scared of facing.

Always with perfect timing, Vegeta chose that moment to enter the kitchen, splashing as he strutted in. Staring at her with blank eyes he frowned.

"Look at yourself woman, you're a mess! Honestly, you should put some more effort into your appearance." Picking up a piece of wet fruit from the table and rubbed it on his dark pants.

"Ugh," he shuddered. "Somebody should really clean up this disaster." He then strolled away, taking a large bite out of the apple as he went.

Bulma stood there dumbfounded. Was he blind or just that plain mean? She staggered over to a soaked chair. That was it, the last straw. She wanted him out, desperately. She didn't care how, or what she had to do to get him to depart anymore. Bulma was beyond being nice. But, how could she get him to leave? Hinting at it didn't work either. Could anything get through that solid head of his!

Then an idea popped into her mind. If she couldn't get him to leave herself, she would make his life so miserable that he would want to leave. What a perfect plan! He would be so annoyed that he'd take his prideful Saiyan self out of here, to find a place better suited for a prince. Excellent! If she just took away the things he loved most, or in some cases destroyed them, he would be so angry that he'd just leave. Bulma felt so devious, and almost cackled in spite of herself, stopping only because someone could be around listening. Vegeta would pay for his rudeness, and for being so unbelievably inconsiderate, for she knew exactly what mattered to him most.

"Hurry up old man, I haven't got all day you know," growled Vegeta.

Dr. Brief nodded in understanding, the sweat pouring down the side of his face. He continued to work, hands shaking precariously. For the last month, Vegeta had been threatening him again and again to improve and repair the training equipment he used everyday. At first he didn't really mind, for Vegeta's intentions seemed good. But it now occurred to him that there was more to the story then he implied. The coming of the Androids and him training to face them seemed only to be an obvious cover-up.

When he arrived at Capsule Corporation on his first day, Vegeta had walked right up to him demanding that he use the same equipment that Goku had trained with on his way to the planet Namek. In order to beat the Androids, he stated, he needed to surpass his adversary. Likely story. The truth became relevant at this time to him. Vegeta had never planned to train for the Androids, but only to surpass his good-hearted rival. Although he has been at it for about a month, he still has not reached the next level. Goku on the other hand, surpassed, and became a Super Saiyan only after a week or two of training. And even he didn't go about it at the same level of intensity as Vegeta has…. What was the hidden secret of Goku's success?

"What the hell is taking so long?" Vegeta grumbled as he lay back in his chair. He tossed an eaten apple core across the room into a metal garbage can. Cracking his neck and stretching his legs he yawned loudly.

"Hurry up or I'll make you," he said in a very threatening tone of voice.

Bulma had just finished cleaning up the kitchen. A three-hour long chore…. She often pictured throwing Vegeta out as she did the garbage. The number of broken dishes was unbelievable! It had to be record; she was seriously going to check the books. "Most dishes broken in five minutes. Record held by Vegeta the Prince of Chaos."

Now she needed to go out and buy an entire new set of dishes. Shopping in a day because by then Vegeta would be gone and out of her life! She had devised an unfaultable plan while soaking up the water on the floor. A plan so ingenious, so devious, that it could not fail. Even though it was plain cruel, she didn't care. The monkey had outstayed his welcome.

The kitchen clean, Bulma sat down to catch her breath. She had to start putting her plan in motion sometime today. There was still a lot of work to be done and a lot of changes to be made. First off, making sure her parents didn't suspect her, even though she knew they would somehow. Nevertheless, the evidence could not point at her.

A loud crash came from the yard. Vegeta had finished his afternoon training and destroyed half of his training equipment like usual. Her poor unfortunate father! Vegeta had him working like a dog day and night. If she was her dad, she'd have quit that job ages ago. Doctor Brief was frightened though. Her mom was the only sensible person here at Capsule Corporation, well besides her. Ms. Brief wasn't scared of Vegeta, but she was far too nice to that alien menace than Bulma approved. Still, her mom wasn't intimidated by his constant demanding. In fact, she had told her mother she would have tea with her this afternoon.

A door creaked open and Vegeta strutted, dripping with sweat, into the sparkling clean kitchen. Grabbing a little bit of everything, he took his meal to the living room, food dripping on the spotless floor as he went. Bulma picked up a nearby banana and threw it forcibly at his head, which he grabbed easily and placed on the top of his balancing pile.

"THAT IS IT!" She bellowed.

The teacups rattled as Bulma banged her head against the table. Her mom sat adjacent to her sipping her drink warily. In a caring voice she cooed, "Bulma dearest, you mustn't let him get to you so much."

Bulma said angrily, "He just gets me so mad! I cannot stand him living here anymore! Vegeta is nothing more then an egoistic nuisance! I just want him to leave."

Her mom checked out her manicured fingernails. "People can change darling, why don't you give him at least one more chance?"

Bulma snorted, "Give him a chance? Ha, I've already given him more then enough chances to last a lifetime!"

"But he is training for the earth's sake."

"I bet not!" said Bulma confidently. "He probably just said that so he could live here and eat our stuff. It's not like he is showing any improvement anyway…"

"Sweetie, you were the one who invited him." Bulma looked away. She was right, unfortunately. Bulma had forgotten that she had first invited him to stay…how stupid of her.

"And he has been training….Why chase him away?" Her mom smiled crookedly. "Besides, don't you think he's handsome?"

What? Handsome? Vegeta? Bulma almost burst out laughing. All she saw when she looked at him was more work. Handsome? She couldn't believe her own mom said that, wow there goes all the respect. How could that man be attractive? He had never even smiled, laughed, or felt any of the basic emotions actual humans felt.

"Handsome? Mom, you've got to be kidding me." Bulma's mom was genuinely shocked.

"What? You don't think he's hot? Vegeta is certainly built."

That was enough. She regarded her watch.

"Oh, look at the time! So sorry mom, I have a date with Yamcha. I've got to go get ready, you know how it is, bye now."

Her mother looked convinced, thankfully.

"Well, join me for tea tomorrow at one. You are always so busy; I never get to see you much anymore. People would never guess that we live in the same house."

"Yeah. Sure."

"And also, be careful around Yamcha…. Sometimes I worry about you dating him."

"Yamcha is a sweet guy."

"Well, be careful anyways."

"Bye."

Well, got out of that mess, thought Bulma. Yet now she needed to call Yamcha to make a date. She knew why her mom distrusted Yamcha; he had once cheated on her…. Well, that was the past and he has changed. Plus, he apologized about a hundred times. So she took him back, because he said he'd never do it again. Although she'd never forgive him…. He did make it up to her. She really loved him too, and he loved her. They were a great pair.

Walking through the living room she stopped dead. Bits and pieces of food were everywhere. Vegeta's sweaty shirt lay on the couch, covered in fruit peels and stains. Dirty dishes lay on the floor and furniture. The couch, television and footstools were now rearranged badly, and the carpet was busily soaking up a spilt drink. Fists clenched, she changed her plans, revenge moving to top of her mental priority list. Tomorrow, Vegeta would finally feel the wrath of Bulma Briefs!

So, what do you think? What will become of Vegeta once Bulma's through with him? Read the next chapter to find out! Please RR!

IceLyon