Minna-san Konnichi wa! (translation from Japanese: Hi everyone!) How's it going? I'm just gonna give a little warning; this is my first Dragon Ball Z fan fic ever, so the characters may be a bit out of whack and the story line slightly kooky. Also, the song I'm using is Ricky Martin's song Nobody Wants To Be Lonely. When I first heard the version with Chrisina Aguilera, I instantly thought Vegeta and Bulma fan fic! I happened to be getting high off of romance fan fics about the two at the time. *lol* So this basically is the average "How Bulma and Vegeta Fall In Love" song fic, where Vegeta's always training so he can beat the crap out of the androids and Bulma is attempting on living a somewhat normal life. I've made it so two get into some extremely interesting situations and a good portion of the time Yamucha will show up to wreak havoc. *lol*

Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball Z or any of the characters. They all belong to Akira Toriyama, TOEI, Bird Studios, and a lot of other people who participated somehow with it. Also Nobody Wants To Be Lonely is not my song, Ricky Martin, Desmond Child, Victoria Shaw, Gary Burr, and possibly Christina Aguilera own it. Please don't sue me, I'm a poor little girl with only three dollars!

Story Key:
'italics' = thoughts
". . ." = speaking
{italics} = song lyrics
[AN: . . .] = author note

Anyway, onto the fic . . .



Nobody Wants To Be Lonely
Chapter 01: Roast Beef


{There you are
In a darkened room
And you're all alone
Looking out the window
Your heart is cold
And lost to the will of love
Like a broken arrow}

Bulma frowned as she sipped her steaming coffee. What was that infernal racket? Probably Vegeta. Her frown deepened. For crying out loud it was four o'clock in the morning; he'd wake up the whole city if he kept this up. The only reason she wasn't in bed is because she couldn't sleep; worrying about androids that were coming to destroy the world could do that to someone.

She could understand Vegeta wanting to be stronger; she had wanted to fight along her friends at one point, but this was ridiculous. All Vegeta would ever do was train in the stupid gravity room or raid the refrigerator. Couldn't he do anything but train and eat?

She sighed and stared out the window towards the capsule he trained in. A burst of light filled the windows and let out a tremendous shock wave. Bulma grabbed her mug, not wanting it to spill on her, and took another sip of the liquid to warm herself.

The heating system at Capsule Corp. had broken a week ago and could a repairman come and fix it? No. He was booked for the next three months and couldn't find time to repair the richest woman in the world's heater. She would have fixed it herself, but she hadn't been thinking correctly lately, so whenever she tried to get the stupid think to work she ended up starting herself on fire.

She didn't know why she couldn't think. Yamcha wasn't the reason; she was through with him and this time when he tried came back to her she was going to give him a mouthful. Oh yes, he was going to get what he deserved after two-timing her with what's-her-face-Ashley. He had hurt her and this time he wasn't going to see her good side ever again.

'It may be Vegeta,' she thought to herself, but quickly pushed the idea away. She admitted to herself that he did have a great body. She did have to put him under hospital care every other month, so she would know. As she sipped the coffee quietly and these thoughts filled her mind she shook her head no. That couldn't be it, in fact that wasn't it. She was not loosing her capability to concentrate correctly over that arrogant idiot.

Bulma frowned as the earth shook under her feet once again, but this time the shock wave was rougher, spilling her coffee all over her. She screamed in shock as the steaming, chestnut colored substance covered her, slightly burning her skin. At this rate Vegeta would blow up the capsule, again. Bulma grabbed a paper towel wishing he would just go away so she could live a somewhat normal life.

'Yea right,' her conscious answered for her. He wasn't going away until he wanted to, and it was her fault. She just had to invite him to live with her after the happenings at Namek-sei, and after two years he could just go live in a cardboard box filled with rabid squirrels for all she cared.

But then again Bulma didn't know what she'd do with out him there at Capsule Corp. Trying to blow himself up in determination to get stronger then "Kakkarotto" and become a Super Saiya-jin. It was actually quite humorous once she thought about it.

And if on cue Vegeta stormed in and headed towards to refrigerator, completely ignoring her as she sopped up her spilled coffee off the floor. She saw him duck into the fridge, and stand there, motionless, for several seconds.

She mentally smiled to herself, she hadn't gone shopping since the last time he came and raided the fridge, which was yesterday. All that was left in there was a carton of milk, and leftovers of her mother's home made roast beef.

Vegeta stared at the contents of the fridge, all that was there was a carton of milk and an incredibly large Capsule Corp. container, that had contents in it that just did not look edible, even for a Saiya-jin. The woman hadn't gone shopping yet since last time he had come in the house and this was all that was left. He grabbed the container and the milk, feeling a little ill as he got a whiff from the Capsule Corp. box with the unknown contents.

Bulma saw Vegeta pull out the roast beef container and frown. Then he grabbed the milk, slammed the refrigerator door shut, and stalked towards the counter, looking slightly green. Bulma giggled wickedly, it would be hilarious to see Vegeta try to eat the roast beef, especially since it happened to be three months old.

'Maybe I should warn him that it isn't edible,' Bulma thought to herself, but shook the thought off immediately. 'Nah, this will be entertaining. Tee hee.'

Vegeta stared at Bulma out of the corner of his eye, her eyes were sparkling and she was laughing at him silently. He scowled and glanced back towards the container, wondering if he should risk his health or stay hungry. His stomach growled loudly and he decided that he was going to the roast beef no matter what.

He pulled open a cupboard and poured a large glass of milk, in case he would have to take a large gulp to wash away the flavor of whatever that thing was that he was going to eat. Then he grabbed the lid of the container, ripped it off, and immediately decided to change his mind at the sight of what was inside.

It was red and green with fuzzy stuff growing on it. There was some yellow goo and some weird looking noodle things. Some meat was smashed against the wall of the box and clear slime seemed to be covering the whole thing. On top of that the contents stunk horribly.

Bulma watched him curiously as he carefully placed the lid back on the container and slammed the box back into the refrigerator. Was the almighty Saiya-jin prince afraid to do something?

Bulma smirked and stood up, facing Vegeta.

"Are you scared to try my mother's home made roast beef, Vegetable Head?" she said boldly to him, knowing she was treading in deep water. He just scowled at her.

"Oh, and I suppose that you are willing to go eat that?" Vegeta snapped back at her, his left eyebrow raising skeptically. She was surprised that her head was still on her shoulders for calling him Vegetable Head.

"I'll eat one half if you eat the other half," Bulma heard herself say and before she could stop herself. She had taken the container out of the refrigerator and now it sat innocently on the counter, in front of Bulma, who had a challenging grin plastered on her face.

'Damn it!' Vegeta frowned to himself. 'I am not going to make a fool of myself in front of her.'

"Fine," he heard himself say, only to receive a pleased look from Bulma. He raised his hand and with a ki blast cut the whole container perfectly in half, just to make it even. He wasn't going to cheat by making one piece smaller then the other, Saiya-jin royalty would strictly agree to his reasoning too.

'Hey, that was a pretty good idea,' Bulma thought as she pulled two forks out and handed one to him. Then she watched as he shoved one half of the roast beef in her direction and pulled the glass of milk over by him.

She then looked at the roast beef and decided that taking this challenge with Vegeta was probably one of the stupidest things she had ever done. It looked like road kill. She turned back to Vegeta with a disgusted look on her face.

"We both take one bite at the same time, to make it fair," she managed to say.

He just nodded, with a slight look of displeasure on his face. The two held the forks up high and dug them into the messy slop that was before them, receiving a nice large forkful of slop. They both seemed to regret the simple challenge issued by Bulma, but both were too stubborn to back off.

"Now!" Bulma cried, as they both shoved the forks in their mouths.

A long pause filled the household of Capsule Corp. as the two ate the first bite of roast beef. This pause followed with loud crashing and panicked yelling coming from the kitchen and Vegeta grabbed his glass of milk and Bulma rushed to the fridge to get the milk carton.

What happened was that Vegeta quickly grabbed the glass of milk, but due to the violent force he used to grab the milk he accidentally hit a stack of glass plates that were in a neat, orderly pile waiting to get washed by Bulma's mother. This caused the plates to all crash to floor, sending sharp shards everywhere. Some of these shards embedded themselves into Bulma, who happened to be pouring milk into her mouth strait from the carton. She shrieked in pain, dropping the carton, which exploded when it hit the floor, covering Bulma and Vegeta with milk.

At getting covered in milk and hearing the shocked cried from Bulma, Vegeta himself cried out in surprise and turned around to see what had happened, accidentally letting go of his glass which had become slippery from being covered in milk. The glass went flying towards some containers and hit them with a loud thump. These bins exploded, and a nice drapery of flour, sugar, and baking powder hung in the air.

A second silence filled the room as Bulma, who was sitting on the flour, and Vegeta stared at each other and the scene around them wide-eyed. It looked like it had snowed in the Capsule Corp. kitchen, minus shards of thirty glass plates covering the floor. Bulma finally broke the silence.

"I am not doing that again," she clearly stated, observing the scene. She then turned to her left leg, painfully ripped out a large shard of bloody glass, and tossed it over her shoulder into the garbage can.

"I agree," Vegeta stated, following suit by pulling out a piece of glass from his own arm and tossing it in the garbage. Then he turned around, picked up the two halves of roast beef and tossed them in the garbage can. "I can't let an idiot like you talk me into something this stupid ever again."

Bulma scowled at him and pulled out some more glass from her body. He was so annoying at times; she would strangle that idiot if she could. She quickly decided to against that idea, wanting to live beyond that morning.

The two were in the kitchen for a long time after the affair; picking glass out of themselves, trying wipe flour off counters, and other, similar, irrelevant things. Suddenly a loud ringing sound sundered through the silence that was beholding Capsule Corp. It was the doorbell.



Heh, pretty horrible huh? Now you're probably wondering who's at the door, well you'll just have to wait because that is in the next chapter. Mwahaha! Okay, I admit, I am a bit insane. *lol* Oh and please give me some reviews, and no all you flamers I am not talking to you, I'm talking to the nice people who want to give me positive reviews.