A/N: Hooray for a longer than one-shot DBZ fic from me! This fic was inspired by the song "I'll Always Remember" by Mandy Moore. Please read and review, I really enjoy feedback on my writing.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z, any of the characters, concepts or anything else related to it. I acknowledge that Akira Toriyama has these rights. Please don't sue.

Warnings: None

Rating: PG13+

"In Places No One Will Find"

Chapter 1

Bulma sat on her bed, suspended in that moment were you are seemingly bored and know a hundred things you could, and sometimes should, be doing and are on the verge of deciding which one you should choose. She made up her mind and stood up, self consciously straightening her white T-Shirt as she did so. She gazed into her dresser mirror for a moment, her eyes flicking automatically to the photograph of Yamcha which automatically brought a smile to her face.

Half prancing she headed to her bedroom door and almost bowled into the newest addition to the household. He was short. He had a hairstyle that Bulma personally found reminded her of Elvis gone wrong and at the present moment, smelled. She wrinkled her nose and black eyes looked at her, glared really, but Bulma barely noticed, having decided that was how he looked at everyone and that saiya-jin customs must be different to Earth or something. He snorted and walked into his room, closing the door firmly behind him. Bulma rolled her clear, bright blue eyes before continuing to prance down the hall, down the stairs and into the kitchen.

As she reached for the fridge door, already day dreaming of the smoothie she was planning to make, she heard a familiar hum and gritted her teeth in frustration and curled her fingers away from the refrigerator door handle into a small fist. He had left it on again. Didn't he understand it would overheat? That the fuses could blow and if anyone was near it, not even considering if anyone was inside it, they could be seriously hurt? Not to mention the serious woman hours involved in fixing it, almost as many as had been involved in creating it. Besides, she had told him that before.

As she began to head towards the gravity chamber the phone rang. Bulma's hand lashed out quickly, a reflex and had picked the offending object up from the bench behind her and was answering it before the first ring had finished. She smiled happily when she heard Yamcha's voice on the other end. As she began talking animatedly to him, Vegeta, almighty Prince of the Saiya-jins, and currently holding the world title for "Amount of Sweat Able to Be Held in a T-Shirt" walked past, in the direction of the gravity chamber. Bulma scowled and told Yamcha to hold on a moment, she held the phone away from her ear, carefully covering the mouthpiece as she snapped,

"Turn it off next time, would you?"

Vegeta turned and smirked over his shoulder, saying,

"Don't want lover boy to hear what you're really like?"

Still smirking, and leaving a fuming Bulma behind he walked out. Scowling she picked up the phone again and continued to talk to the most important person in her life, and forgetting the most annoying one's most recent annoyance, for the moment. She grinned when Yamcha told her he had reserved seats at one of her favourite restaurants the next night. She giggled happily before saying good-bye, she really did have work to do today, as much as she would have loved talking to him for hours. Reluctantly she hung up the phone, murmuring her love for him to the inanimate object, even after she knew it was pointless.

She turned and opened the refrigerator door, the persistent hum occasionally disturbed by a loud bang, crash or other similar Marvel-esque noise. Bulma quickly added the sound of a chopping knife to that, closely followed by the buzz of a blender. Happily sipping her smoothie her brow furrowed when she heard the incessant hum cease. He'd better not have broken it. She quickly turned her long lashed blue eyes towards the external control panel on the wall and was surprised to find it had been turned off. His ears obviously did have a purpose other than supporting his hair or simple adornment. She cautiously walked over towards the lounge, cautiously because he had been known to bowl into the house after a training session and ignore everything around him, including other beings, in his beeline for the refrigerator, cupboard or other food bearing nook or cranny in the house.

As she collapsed onto the couch, her free hand already searching for the remote, she paused, her clear eyes locked on the window. Outside Vegeta stood, a little way away from the gravity chamber, his gaze turned upward, to the cloud covered sky, the occasional patch of azure could be seen through the endlessly skidding, thinly textured clouds, but generally it was an off white with intermittent grey patches. His face seemed lost, so used to the chiselled expressions he gave everyone, Bulma was taken aback when she saw him now, he looked almost thoughtful.

Soon her fascination waned and she left Vegeta to stare at the clouds, perhaps they were a novelty for him. She picked up the remote and flipped on the television, content with her smoothie, a couch and the knowledge she was going to her favourite restaurant the next night.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter, it will pick up a bit, I promise, but I'm testing out a few ideas for style etc. at the moment, so please review and tell me what you think!

I also do not own Marvel, any of it's concepts etc. nor do I own their trademark sounds such as "crash", "pow", "zoom" etc.