This is my first fan fiction EVER!! Please r/r. Oh and I don't own anyone or anything from DBZ. (Sigh) Enjoy!- BulmaYah325

"I'm flying!"yelled Bulma as she sped over the forest under her. "Wow, this is what it feels like to actually fly." As she enjoyed the scenery from above, she noticed another shadow moving beside hers over the treetops. "Hey Yamcha." She said, thinking he would be the only one to fly with her.

"Woman, you think I'm that bakka?"said a familiar voice. Bulma looked beside her and...

*Beep, beep, Beep*

"Oooooh, dammit." Bulma awoke from the dream with a huge headache, sore throat, and a strange buzzing sound in her head. /Wait a minute./ She reached over and turned off the offending alarm clock. Her headache was still just as bad, though. Half-dazed, Bulma slowly got out of bed and went to her dresser to find some aspirin.

"That's sort of better," she said after taking some medication, and lying back

down. Then it struck her. "Kuso! that's the third dream of Vegeta I've had in a week, that I can remember." Bulma thoughtfully added the last part on. She didn't want to remember the fact she had dreamt about Vegeta so much lately.

"God, even in my dreams he isn't nice to me!" she yelled a loud. "I need some coffee and something to get rid of a cold."

Bulma quickly got dressed and headed downstairs into the kitchen. "Hey, mom."

"Dear are you feeling better yet?" said Mrs. Briefs. "You've had this cold for a week. Oh well. After I made that nice boy some breakfast, (my how much he eats!) I went to the bakery and picked up some lovely little cookies. I'm, going to run and get some groceries, I think I made all the food in the fridge for breakfast. Maybe I'll do some other shopping too." Mrs. Briefs handed Bulma the tray of tea cookies and went of out of the room talking to herself about what to do during her day out.

Bulma was grateful her mother had made breakfast for Vegeta. Or maybe she should be grateful to him for eating the half-burnt or under cooked meal. "Whatever, if he doesn't like the service, he can find another hotel. He should be paying for staying here." Bulma drank her coffee fascinated by the idea of Vegeta getting a job and paying for his stay.

She decided to have a relaxing morning, missing work might help her beat this bug. The slow morning made her headache progressively worse and her even more tired. "How am I going to get through this day without falling..." She fell on the couch totally asleep.

The door of the gravity room opened. "Woman, Woman! I'm hungry!" Vegeta walked into the kitchen, hoping to find Bulma and not that idiotic mother of hers. She wasn't there! //What if everybody left without feeding me!?// He tried to open the fridge, but the large padlock, kept him from opening it without blasting off the door. That would result in Bulma accidentally "breaking" the gravity room. "Shit!!" Sometimes the shrewdness of the woman amazed him. What?! No it didn't.

Vegeta crossed his arms and searched the rest of the house until he found Bulma sleeping on the couch with the TV still on. "Woman! Wake up and make food. I'm hungry!"

Bulma's only response was to turn on her other side in her sleep. "Dammit woman wake up and make lunch, this isn't funny!" His patience tested, Vegeta went over and "lightly" hit Bulma in the shoulder. Even this didn't help.

//Kuso!! What if something is wrong with her? I might have to eat the other awful woman's food for days!// Vegeta grabbed Bulma's shoulders and shook her hard.

Bulma slowly opened her eyes and saw Vegeta's face almost in front of hers. "Hey Veggie-chan." Vegeta dropped her instantly and Bulma forcefully hit her head off of the arm of the sofa.

"OW! Dammit Vegeta, what do you think you're doing?!"

"Woman, what the hell did you just call me?"

"Your name idiot!"

"Before that!!"

Bulma gasped. She had been half awake from one of her wonderful dreams when she saw Vegeta. Wait, wonderful? Not likely if it had Vegeta in it. "So Vegeta I bet your hungry!" Bulma said quickly trying to change the subject.

It worked. "About bloody time Woman!" Vegeta said forgetting about the pet name, for now.

Bulma got up, but the rush to her head made her sit back down. "Vegeta, I'm really sick," she said still reeling from the attempt at getting up. "If I give you the key to the fridge will you make yourself something to eat?"

"Do I look like a chef, Woman?"

"Can't you ever be considerate about other people, Vegeta?!" Bulma yelled back at him. "I taught you how to use a microwave, now find that knowledge in your tiny brain and use it!"

"You're trying my patience." Vegeta answered not noticing how sick she was because she acted like her usual obstinant self.

"Vegeta if you would only think of someone other than yourself for a second..." Then an idea hit Bulma. "I bet you couldn't be nice to me for one day!"

"Why should I, Prince of Saiyins, care about being nice!?" he said, spitting the last word.

Perfect now she had him! "Well I guess if you can't do it..." Bulma started to get up to make her point.

"Wait! I accept your challenge, Woman!"

Bulma smiled to herself, this would be fun. "Good. You have to be a gentlemen to me, tomorrow, for one day. I f you win," she smirked. "You get the key to the fridge and," she added. "I'll be your actual servant for a week!" Bulma smiled to herself he would never be able to do it.

"Fine!" Vegeta started to walk to the gravity room.

"Wait!" He turned around and looked at her directly. She shifted uncomftorbly under his gaze. "Can you help me up?" Bulma asked seriously. She felt like she might faint if she didn't have some help.

"The challenge doesn't begin until tomorrow, Woman." Vegeta replied and walked away.

//Joke's on him, he didn't have anything to eat.//...

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