AN: well this is the very first story I wrote. Well it's not done yet though. I tried to keep Vegeta in character. Please let me know what you think. English is actually my third language so there will probably be some wrong spelling but please don't pay any attention to that. Thanks guys.

When Bulma walked in the kitchen she found Vegeta looking for something eatable. She could already see a verbal fight coming. She'd been really busy lately so she didn't have the time to go to the store. Her mother usually made sure there was enough meat in the house to satisfy the saiyans appetite but both her parents were on a vacation. Vegeta now started throwing things out of the fridge. Bulma rolled her eyes and thanked Kami her parents were coming home tomorrow. She didn't like being alone. Of course Vegeta was around but he never wanted to talk. Everytime she tried to start a conversation he'd tell her to shut up. When they did talk they were fighting. She had to admit that often she enjoyed those battles. Vegeta was a proud man and never showed any emotion towards her. Not towards anybody. But sometimes she could see something in his dark eyes which made her wanna know more about him.

'Woman!!!! Why don't you stop staring and get me something to eat!'

'Dammit Vegeta! I am not a slave you can command. Besides, everything you just threw you of the fridge is food you know. It doesn't have to be meat!'

Vegeta just stood there in his usual pose and an arrogant look on his face.

'So just sit down and I'll fix us something to eat.' Bulma did always get frustrated when he just demanded things from her.

Ohw how he sometimes just wanted to blow her into the next dimension. But he told himself to calm down and sat at the table. He knew he could never hurt her. He wasn't sure why. He could kill her with a finger but he just wouldn't. He hated to admit it to himself but she was the only one he respected on this mudball. He had never met someone that matched his temper. She said things to him no one would even think about saying to him, but she did. And no matter what is was, she got away with it. Of course Vegeta would rather eat his boots than letting her know this.

Bulma set the plate down before Vegeta and sat down in front of him. He looked at it in disgust and gave Bulma a 'you don't think I'm gonna eat that do you?' look.

'Ohw c'mon Vegeta, just eat it!' Bulma said annoyed. Vegeta just hmmphed and started eating.

'When is that mother of yours coming back woman!'

'Uhm…tomorrow..why? Bulma asked

'Well she might be the most annoying person I've ever seen but at least she cooks better than you.' Vegeta knew saying something like that would really piss her off. She hated it when he talked bad about her family and friends.

' Don't talk about my mother like that. I know you are not to fond of her but that doesn't give you the right to talk about her like that!!' she yelled.

Bulma stood up and took her plate to the sink. She turned around and looked at Vegeta.

' Ohw, and I suggest you start wearing a shirt around the house.'

' What!!?? Vegeta gave Bulma a confused look.

Bulma gave him a teasing look.

' Well you look quite irresistible wearing only your training shorts. And well….you know my mom.'

She smiled at him and walked out of the kitchen leaving the confused saiyan behind. Bulma knew how much vegeta hated it when her mother got touchie again. Her mother was always telling her how great husband material Vegeta is. And that she thought he was a very attractive man. Bulma could't deny she agreed with her on that. He was good looking.

AN: Well that was chap 1. please please let me know what you think.