Hey guys! I decided to start a new fic revolving around those infamous 2 years. I love read B/V fics, and decided to add my own to the pile. For those of you who haven't, please check out my AU fic, False Pretenses. I promise I am still working on that one as well.

**Disclaimer—I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of its characters. Please support the official release.

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Intertwined

Chapter 1

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"He is such an unbelievable asshole!" the Earthling with blue hair raged as she while slamming things around and on the tables of her private lab. The sound ricocheted off the walls of the otherwise silent space. Bulma screamed in frustration as she picked up the twisted mound of metal that was previously one of her precious battle droids. It was contorted beyond recognition thanks that the alien houseguest that had taken up residence in her home.

"I go out of my way to create shit for the royal pain in the ass to train with to fight the androids, and what does he do? He wrecks it and then expects me to just drop what I'm doing and jump the minute he demands it," Bulma growled in annoyance, putting the destroyed bot back down. "That short little prick is so fucking lucky that he's stronger than me or else I would've kicked his ass from here Namek a million times already!" Bulma placed her hands on her work bench and leaned forward and took a deep breath to try and calm her anger. After a couple of minutes, the bluenette felt her breathing return to normal and her heart rate slowed. She glanced at the clock on the wall above her desk. Bulma stood straightened her back as she read the time. 6:27 at night, and kami be damned if she was going to miss dinner and stay up all night fixing something for such an ungrateful jerk.

"Screw that damn monkey prince," Bulma muttered. "I'll fix the damn bot when I feel like it and he can go kick rocks if he doesn't like it!" In her own personal act of defiance, Bulma turned towards the door and proceeded to stomp out of her lab. The warm night air greeted her face as she stepped outside. She quickly locked the door to her and crossed the large yard towards the main house of the Capsule Corp compound. Bulma shifted her head towards the Gravity Room as she passed it and took note that it appeared to be off.

'Great,' she thought to herself. The bluenette shook her head and lifted it high as she pushed the door open to the kitchen. The sight in front of her was what Bulma had expected to see. Her blonde mother stood in front of the stove multitasking like a champion as several pots were cooking at once. Ever since the Saiyan came to stay at her home, Bunny had to cook ten times as much as she used to per meal, but she never once complained. On the contrary, she really seemed to enjoy it. Mrs. Briefs turned her head towards he daughter as she heard the kitchen door close.

"Oh, Bulma dear!" she chirped merrily. "You're just in time. Would you mind setting the table? Don't worry about your father. He's working late tonight."

"Sure mother. Dinner smells delicious," Bulma said as she walked up to the cabinets to grab the dinner plates. Once she had them in hand and turned to face the table and looked at Vegeta for the first the time since coming into the house. The Saiyan sat at the table with his arms crossed and a scowl plastered to his face. His look darkened as he locked eyes with the Earthling.

"Vegeta," Bulma said simply, grazing over the tiny acknowledgement and placing the ceramic on the table.

"Are my bots fixed yet?" he growled in response.

"MY bots are not, and I don't plan on doing them tonight, and maybe not tomorrow either," Bulma answered flatly while lifting her nose up at the testy prince. Vegeta narrowed his eyes and glared at the earthling dangerously and Bulma shivered involuntarily as she got the distinct feeling that Saiyan was staring directly into her soul. Bulma tried to ignore it and her houseguest as her mother spoke again.

"Oh honey, I think you're missing a setting. You only put two on the table."

"I'm not eating in here tonight, Mother. There's a show premiering tonight that I so do not want to miss."

"Oh, all right," Bunny said as she began piling the finished food on the table. Vegeta began filling his plate, in silence of course, but he continued to glare at Bulma. The bluenette shivered again and quickly loaded her own plate with some food before slipping out in to the living room. Bulma turned on the TV, flipped to the channel she wanted, curled her legs underneath her on the couch, and began eating as her show began to play. Bulma got sucked in to the supernatural crime fighting show from the first scene, and she never heard her mother head up to her parent's bedroom and she certainly didn't noticed a pissed off prince glowering over her. Without any warning, the couch Bulma was on was flipped backwards and Earthling, along with her empty dishware, was thrown backwards. Bulma's back slammed on to the hardwood floor, and pain began to radiate through her body. Before she could register what happened, the bluenette felt her arm lift and she was roughly yanked across the floor and then she was lifted up. She felt the air get punched out of her lungs as she was flung against the wall. Her pain intensified, and Bulma found herself staring directly in the dark, black depths of the eyes of the Prince of Saiyans.

"Ve…Vegeta…" Bulma stuttered, fear beginning to take over from the close proximity of the angry alien. He wrapped his hand around her neck and held her securely to the wall.

"Who the hell do you think you are speaking to me like that, woman?" Vegeta snarled, his nose mere inches from hers. The woman began to visibly. "Did you forget who I am, or how easily I could end your pathetic life? Did if pass over your feeble mind that I need to train if I am to destroy the androids before I kill that clown?" Vegeta tightened his grip on Bulma's neck, slowly squeezing and cutting off her air supply. Bulma's eyes widened and she began to panic as her lungs began to scream from air.

"I… can't… breath…" Bulma choked out. She started clawing at the Saiyan's hand to try and make him let her go, but the futile attempt only made the prince smirk darkly. Vegeta leaned forward even more, until Bulma could feel his hot breath against her ear and she couldn't help but shiver at the sensation.

"Oh, you want to breath?" he whispered harshly. "Well, I want my bots fixed. Do not disobey me again. Do you understand?" Bulma nodded as best as she could against the Prince grip.

"Say it out load," Vegeta growled.

"Yes," Bulma said in a small and shaky voice. Vegeta released his hold on the woman, and she once again found herself roughly dropping to the ground. Bulma whimpered and fought back tears as she pulled her knees to her chest and gingerly rubbed her neck. Vegeta scoffed at the display in front of him.

"What pathetic cow you are," the prince snarled, folding his arms across his chest. "Get your ass up and go fix my damn bots. I expect them to be waiting for me when I wake up in the morning." Vegeta turned on his heel and stormed away. Once she was alone again, Bulma's tears began to freely flow. Bulma willed herself to calm down and her tears to cease their flow. After several minutes, Bulma shakily climbed back to her feet. She forced herself to walk, and each step caused her body to cry out in pain. Bulma began to clean up the broken plate and someone managed to put the couch back in the correct position. After disposing of the mess in the garbage in the kitchen, Bulma made her way to her lab. The last thing she wanted to do was piss Vegeta off again, so she decided to get to work fixing the bots. The Earthling was just getting in to her rhythm when the phone on the wall rang. Bulma sighed and put down her screw driver.

"Hello?" she said answering it.

"Hey Bulma. Are you ok?" Yamcha's voice came through the ear piece.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You don't sound fine. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm just tired and I have to finish fixing these damn bots."

"Ugh, why do you bother doing anything for that jerk? He didn't hurt you, did he? Because if he did I swear I'll make him pay!"

"No, Yamcha," Bulma sighed, lying through her teeth. "I'm helping him because he agreed to fight the androids and we could use all the help we could get."

"We don't need help from HIM!" Yamcha's voice held a dark tone. "He's a murderer, and he gets off on killing and tormenting people! He's the reason I died!"

"Enough Yamcha!" Bulma snapped in to the receiver. "I don't have time for this. I said I would get these done, and I keep my promises. I have to go. I have a lot of work to do."

"Okay, B," Yamcha's voice softened. "Just be careful. I love you."

"I will. Love you too." Bulma hung up the phone. She took a deep breath and, after glancing at the clock, buried herself back in her work. She had a full night of work, and she wanted to get some sleep at some point before the sun came up.

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Vegeta leaned against the wall listening to the woman speaking on the communication device. His sensitive ears picked up both ends of the conversation. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat as he heard the beta male's voice. The prince was about to storm the Earthling's lab to demand that she quit focusing on the weakling human, but the sound of her irritation stopped him. He heard Bulma snapped at him before hanging up. The sounds of metal being manipulating, and the Saiyan decided his redirection was no longer needed. He made his way back to his bed room, which happened to be just down the hall from the woman's room. After stripping down, he quickly stepped in to his shower. Vegeta lifted his head in to the stream of hot water and felt the grime, dirt, and sweat wash off his body. Once he was clean he exited the shower, pulled on a pair of boxers, and tossed himself on his bed. He stretched out on his back with his hands placed behind his back.

"She'd better have my shit fixed by morning, or else that bitch is going to be in a world of hurt," Vegeta growled to his empty room. The Prince closed his eyes and allowed sleep to over take his consciousness.

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