I don't know how or why, but this idea just suddenly popped up. If I get enough positive feedback, I might continue writing DBZ stories. (:

Anyways, this is clearly an AU fic. And yes, Vegeta is OOC. But I have a wonderful explanation for that! My theory is that if Frieza never existed and Vegeta never had to go through the turmoil of losing his father and Vegeta-sei, then he wouldn't be such a brute. Make sense? Also, should I leave this story as a one shot, or should I add another chapter or two?

Disclaimer: I, Kikira-Lynn, do not own Dragon Ball Z; it belongs to the amazing Akira Toriyama.


She had been on his mind an awful lot lately. The way she walked with such confidence and grace, her bright blue eyes and equally as stunning hair never failed to capture his interests. The woman was just amazing. Just because she had been his best friend since their childhood days didn't mean that he didn't notice the gorgeous woman she was morphing into.

Bulma Briefs was the center of every man and boy's fantasy at the age of seventeen. Vegeta saw the way their male classmates leered at her when she wasn't looking. Hell, he even caught the principal looking her up and down! Needless to say, Principal I-Stare-At-Young-Girls hasn't been heard from in quite some time. Bulma had an air about her that not only drew men in, but absolutely pissed her female peers off. They were jealous of the goddess like perfection that was Bulma.

Vegeta sighed in agitation as he followed his oblivious best friend down the school corridor that led to their lockers. She was happily chatting away with one of her few female friends, ChiChi. The two were gossiping about the dark haired girl's latest infatuation: Goku. Vegeta would never understand why they called him Goku and not by his Saiyan name, Kakkarot. But he assumed it was merely an Earthling thing. He continued after the girls only pausing long enough to growl lowly and possessively at any male dumb enough to even look in Bulma's direction.

The Saiyan prince had been so caught up in threatening his latest victim, he didn't even notice when Bulma paused to talk to him. "Vegeta? Are you coming?" His head immediately snapped towards her the moment she spoke. He simply nodded and shoved the poor boy that he was harassing into a nearby garbage can.

Once he caught up with the girls, he heard ChiChi say something about calling Bulma later before running off to her car. Finally, some alone time with his blue haired onna, Vegeta couldn't help but grin. He unraveled his tail from his waist and wrapped it around Bulma's wrist as she was closing her locker. She looked down at the furry appendage and laughed.

"Vegeta," she started. "Must you always do that?" Despite her question, Bulma began to stroke the soft fur of Vegeta's tail before he had the chance to respond. They both knew it was rhetorical question and it was one she asked each time. He began purring the moment her delicate fingers touched his sensitive tail.

"Aww," she cooed. "It is just so adorable when you purr like that." Bulma then stood on her tip toes and rubbed her nose against her favorite Saiyan's. He blushed at the close contact. "Let's go home, mister." With that, she grabbed his hand and began walking outside.


Later that evening, Vegeta lay in his bed thinking about the day's events. Bulma had made intimate contact with him! His heart sped up and a thick blush crept up his cheeks at just the mere thought of her small nose touching his. What did it mean? Could she…? No, it just wasn't possible.

"There's no way that my onna knows my feelings for her. If she did, she certainly wouldn't tease me as such."

A few hours had passed and Vegeta was slowly nodding off when his phone suddenly blared to life. He groaned in irritation and his tail lashed back and forth angrily as he reached for his phone. He looked at the name on the screen and his tail stopped its agitated movements. "Bulma," and suddenly he wasn't so angry anymore.

"Hey, Baby Blue," he answered with his own personal nickname for her. She giggled on the other end. "Hey, Geta! Guess what." Vegeta smiled at how happy she sounded. "What?" More giggling ensued from her line.

"Oh, Vegeta! It was so funny, I wish you were there," Vegeta stayed silent and just let Bulma get the giggles out of her system. She continued, "I was on the phone with ChiChi earlier and she was telling me all about her first date with Goku—they are SUCH a cute couple! Anyways, while I was on the phone, hahaha!" Once again, she trailed off into laughter. Vegeta chuckled to himself. His onna was certainly one of a kind.

"Yamcha ended up coming over out of no where," Vegeta stiffened. He knew that weakling had a thing for Bulma, and he wasn't sure if he liked where this was going at all. He tuned back in to Bulma's story. "So I told ChiChi I would call her back later and went to talk to Yamcha. Well, somehow the topic of prom came up and I think he was trying to ask me. Poor thing was stuttering and blushing the whole time." Vegeta snorted at this. He really hated where this was headed.

"That's not even the funny part, Geta! Goku suddenly pops into the room with his Instant Transmission and sees Yamcha all red and sweaty so he freaks and grabs a pail of water and DUMPS it over Yamcha's head!" At this, Vegeta burst into laughter and Bulma soon followed with more of her angelic giggles. After a few minutes of nonstop side splitting laughter, Vegeta cleared his throat.

"Onna, what did you say to that fool…?" Bulma was clearly confused and said as such. The Saiyan Prince sighed and decided it was now or never to voice his opinion on the matter. "I don't much care for that weakling fool. I don't like the way he looks at you or even talks to you for that matter. He acts as if you're merely a coveted possession for him to obtain. It's as if you are not a woman meant to be cherished, onna. I don't approve-" he was cut short by Bulma interrupting.

"Vegeta, I said no. Of course I replied after I laughed at his predicament. But nevertheless, I said no. I know that you don't approve of him and I would never go behind your back. Your opinion matters to me, Geta." Vegeta caught himself smiling and ran his fingers through his thick mane. "I'm going to bed now. I'll see you in the morning?"

"Of course, onna. Sleep well." After their final good night parting, Vegeta hung up the phone. He put the cellular device back on his night stand and sprawled out on his back, his tail thumping against the bed lazily. Bulma had turned Yamcha down because she trusted Vegeta's instincts. Maybe, just maybe, he had a chance with her after all. With that, he fell asleep, dreaming of his blue haired onna.