A/N: Bulma's thoughts are in italic, Vegeta's thoughts are in bold. So here it is…buh buh bum!!!! Chapter 1!!! Please read, enjoy, and review!!(not necessarily in that order)

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ…trust me….im not that lucky…~.^

"Undefined Emotions, Wandering Thoughts"

            Bulma munched lazily on an apple, mentally going over her wardrobe…well…all five of them. Yamcha and her were going out to dinner and then a movie tonight, and she was having trouble deciding what she should wear. Yamcha had told her on the phone he had something important to tell her, but he hadn't left a clue as to what that was.

            Will he ask me to marry him? What will I say?

            That was a dumb question. Everyone would expect her to marry Yamcha; they had been dating for so long. But she wasn't sure she wanted to go through with it. For the past couple months their relationship had sort of…fizzled out. She had been hoping Yamcha would notice and do the while break up thing…she hated hurting his feelings. He really was a nice guys, but sparks weren't flying, the world's still turning and she wanted out.

            But you know you can't stay for long without a guy. You're the kind of person that needs companionship.

            Bulma sighed deeply as she finished off the apple. She slowly scooted her chair back and stood up, throwing the apple apathetically in the trashcan on her way upstairs. As she opened the door to her room, she heard the distinct creak of the backdoor opening.

            Oh no, Hell is done training for now and is coming inside. Note to self: rent a hotel room after tonight's date.

            She giggled softly at her little joke, and began throwing everything out of her wardrobe, desperately searching for something Yamcha hasn't already seen her in.

            C'mon, Vegeta's not THAT bad. In fact, it's kind of fun fighting with him. And he is madly hot.

            Bulma's head snapped up, "Whoa, rewind!" she mumbled to herself. That thought just kind of slipped out. She has to be more careful. So what if Vegeta was hot? He was also rude and arrogant. Except sometimes…she could almost swear he was partially nice to her. Maybe things aren't so bad. He was adapting quite well to human life, she had to admit. He hasn't killed and of her employees or family members.

            Or you.

            Well it doesn't matter…he probably just doesn't want to waste his time, or maybe he wants to repay me for letting him stay.

            Bulma shook her head, mentally jarring any thoughts of Vegeta that were about to surface. She grabbed a midnight blue tube-top dress and ran into the bathroom to get changed.

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            Vegeta grunted as he forced himself to do yet another push-up. This gravity made training a lot tougher…but he also found it exhilarating.

            Like fighting with that woman.

            Vegeta grimaced and continued to pulverize his muscles, tearing probably every muscle possible. The healing would make him stronger. He just couldn't figure it out. All these thoughts of Bulma kept slipping through his grim concentration. He had to admit though, with a smirk, it was fun to make her angry. She always got defensive and shot back her own insults. Matching her wits kept his mind tough, like training kept his body tough.

            He growled in frustration; thoughts of her were causing him to slacken his training. He picked up the pace, going even faster than before. His muscles cried out for oxygen and his lungs were about to burst.

            Finally he collapsed from all the effort, and when his heart rate slowed down (and he could finally hear because the blood wasn't pumping through his ears), he heard the discrete sound of his stomach growling. He pulled himself up and walked on weary legs into the backdoor of Capsule Corp.

            His Saiyan ears picked up the sounds of feet shuffling on the floor above him. He looked up at the ceiling like he expected her to fall through any minute. He shook his head and growled low in his throat. All this hunger was impairing his judgment. For a second he was about to admit she was sexy, which is something she definitely was NOT. In fact, she was the ugliest baka he had ever seen.

            Satisfied with himself (but clearly not believing his lie) he started clearing out the refrigerator and sat down to eat the mountain of food in front of him. All thoughts of Bulma washed away as his full attention was turned to eating.    

A/N: how was that chappie?? Don't worry…more to come soon. Also the rating will prolly go up in later chapters. Soooo….review and I will put up the next chappie * smiles evilly * ooooh the power!!!!                    ~KaT