Hi everyone,

This is my first DBZ fanfiction, though I have written a few fanfiction stories before. I'm generally a canon girl, but I may tweak a little. I also like to write lemons (thus the M rating), but not a lemon for lemon's sake. It needs to be worked into the storyline and be meaningful. Not every chapter will be graphic. I like to concentrate on plot and relationships…sorry, but battle scenes are not my forte.

This, the first story, will involve BulmaxVegeta, though I'm sure other characters will be woven in there as well. I have read a lot of BxV's, but as much as I liked some of them, they all left me wanting for something. Some progressed too fast and sometimes the plot jumped so I decided to write my own to satisfy myself.

Oh, and a warning, my fanfics are generally not short ones. I try to update often (meaning about once a week)…I hate it when you get into a story that was written in 2003 and find that it was never finished – and you know they are no longer writing it due to the time that has lapsed. I have always finished the stories I have started.

So…enjoy! Feedback is welcome. I love praise, appreciate constructive criticism (especially if I have written a conflict in character or time), flames de-motivate me and are not addressed, and probably the worst thing you could ever do is tell me how I *should have* written something (it's my story, and if you don't like the plot, go write your own!)

Cheers,

aangfan

Sadly, I do not own Dragonball Z, GT, or whatever.

Italics = thoughts or emphasis

This particular story begins in Age 764.

All of the Z fighters have been resurrected and the Namekians have left to start a new life on New Namek. Future Trunks has defeated Frieza and King Cold. Goku has returned to Earth from Yardrat. The Z fighters know that in three years, the androids will appear and that they need to begin to prepare as soon as possible.

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Bulma stood in the large grassy area of Capsule Corp where the Namekians had once lived.

"Did you call the housing people?" asked Mrs. Brief to her daughter.

"Yeah, Mom, they should be stopping by late this afternoon," Bulma replied. "It'll be nice to finally get these things out of here."

The Namekians had spent a full eight months at Capsule Corporation after their home planet of Namek had been destroyed. If there had only been a few Namekians, the Brief family could have easily put them up themselves; but as it was, there were just way too many for the Brief home, as magnificent and large as it was. As a result, Bulma had called to make arrangements to have temporary housing units put on the property to properly house them.

"I agree with you, honey. They've been gone a few months now and…," said Mrs. Brief.

Bulma interrupted, "I know, Mom. I've just been too busy to take care of it until now. Stop nagging me."

"Hmh," let out Mrs. Brief as she turned and walked away from her overly curt daughter, knowing not to push any further.

Bulma checked the last few details on and in the housing units to make absolutely sure they were ready for the housing company to tow them away.

She looked over her shoulder and noticed a lone figure walk from the front door of the residence to the gravity room that stood around the corner from where she now was. She sighed and her mind began to wander as she continued to stand there watching.

Bulma was still wary of her houseguest. Normally, she had very accurate first impressions of people. But Vegeta was still an enigma to her.

When she had first encountered him on Namek, she instantly disliked him. He was crass, rude, demanding, and just plain mean – a completely horrible person to be around. All the Z fighters and their friends agreed. But there was just something about him that she couldn't place – something that made her feel a little bit sorry for him. He was completely alone and she truly felt sad about the whole situation, not that she really knew what she could do for him, if anything. Her heart ached and she wasn't sure why.

After the bunch of them were wished from Namek to Earth, Vegeta stood off to the side and brooded. Bulma offered the Namekians a place to stay until they could find a new home and Vegeta just sort of ended up tagging along. The first few months – until the Namekian dragonballs were ready – were a lot of fun. There were a ton of people at Capsule Corp and the atmosphere was jovial and festive most of the time. Vegeta, she noted, just kind of coasted and didn't say much of anything to anyone. He clearly wasn't comfortable with the new situation. The problem was – he had nowhere else to go.

Vegeta stole a Capsule Corp spaceship to find Goku once he found out from Shenlong that he was still alive. He cruised a small portion of the universe looking for the one-and-only known Super Saiyan. He failed. After spending months in space and not finding Goku, he was forced to return to Earth due to a lack of fuel.

The day of Vegeta's return had been so memorable to everyone. It was the day that Frieza and his father, King Cold, landed on the Earth looking for Goku. It was also the same day that the second, lavender-haired Super Saiyan appeared and that Goku returned. Bulma had never seen Vegeta more upset than he was on that day. Not only was Goku more powerful than he was, but so was this mystery teenager. Who was he anyway?

All of the Z fighters agreed to train over the next three years to prepare for the arrival of the androids the younger Super Saiyan had told them about. Vegeta insisted on the gravity room being built that very day when they returned to Capsule Corp. That was the day that Bulma marked a change in her guest – all he did was train from that point forward. At least she saw him now and again before that day, but now, she was lucky if she even caught a glimpse of him.

Bulma snapped out of her daydream and she noted that Vegeta had rounded the corner and left her sight. Within two minutes, she heard the steady hum of the gravity room being powered on. sigh Poor Vegeta.

Just then, someone came up behind the blue-haired beauty and hugged her.

"Yamcha!" she cried out. "You nearly scared me half to death!"

"Well, if you weren't so distracted by Vegeta, you would have heard me coming!" he said happily.

"I know. I just feel a little sorry for him," replied Bulma.

"Don't you ever feel sorry for him," answered Yamcha showing no pity whatsoever. "The guy's a stuck-up jerk and he deserves what he gets."

"I just can't believe that's all there is to him," she replied.

"Bulma, what do you even know about him? He's a killer – plain and simple. And he's never been nice to you…ever," said Yamcha.

"If he is such a killer, why hasn't he killed us then?" asked Bulma.

"Shhh, don't give him any ideas," said Yamcha. "Besides, he did kill me if you recall."

"Oh, right," was all Bulma could muster.

Yamcha then turned Bulma around to face him and gave her a peck on the lips. They then started walking hand-in-hand back towards the front door of the residence.

"Can I make you some lunch?" asked Bulma.

"Absolutely," answered Yamcha.

In her head, Bulma continued to mentally obsess over the Saiyan currently in her gravity room.