Dear Readers,
Hello there! Ok, so a few things before you start reading. One, my style of writing is a bit different than the normal VegetaXBulma stories. It drives me crazy when it takes soooo looonnnggg for the tension and sparks to start between the two, so I'm diving into it rather quickly. Two, most people depict Vegeta's character in one of two ways: being completely heartless and having him totally use Bulma, or being way to mushy for it to be possible. So I'm having him be both. On the outside he puts on the act that he doesn't care (well, puts on the act most of the time), but on the inside he knows he has feelings for the blue-haired fireball of a woman. Three, I've read so many great stories that got my wheels turning. I discovered that if you lace the stories together they work out so well! So I am incorporating ideas from other stories into this one. If you find your concept in my story, please pleeaassee don't be offended! It means that I love your idea and want to expand on it! Well, that's all for now. And now for the story to begin!
Love,
Me :)

P.S. – I will list the concepts, if any, that were not my own at the end of each chapter.

Love Unspoken
Chapter One: A Growing Tension

Bulma sat peacefully in her lab as she worked out the complex equations needed to complete her current project. Arithmetic that would be extremely difficult for anyone else came so easily to her. It was a way to clear her mind and escape the stress of the outside world, allowing her to relax in her natural element. Let's see, she thought. If I reduce both sides of the ratio and apply the coefficient… that should give me the exact equation for the converter! Now I just have to…

"Wooommmaaannn!"

She winced as her thoughts were interrupted by the bellowing voice just outside her lab. Bulma slammed her pencil down and whirled around in her chair to face the closed door.

"I'm busy, Vegeta! Come back later!"

"What? You dare tell the prince of Saiyans to 'come back later!' I should kill you where you stand!"

Bulma rolled her eyes and turned back to the project at hand, completely used to Vegeta's threats. As she continued her work, she heard a pounding on the door and some low mumbling. Just as Bulma relaxed, thinking she won, a loud slam came from the other side of the room. She once again spun around in attempt to discover the cause of the noise and saw Vegeta standing in the door way, the iron door lying on the floor, broken off its hinges.

"Vegeta!"

"I demand you stop what you are doing and repair that damn gravity chamber! It's is broken… AGAIN!"

"Well maybe it wouldn't constantly need repairs if your royal pain in the ass wouldn't push it beyond its limits! I told you to take the gravity increase slowly. Damn, if you're not careful you're going to blow it up!"

"And how do you expect me to advance beyond Kakarot if I increase it slowly?"

"Well, that's your problem. Not mine."

Vegeta growled at her response, slowly taking large strides towards her. Bulma noticed his advances and started backing away. She ran into her desk behind her, stopping her retreat abruptly. Vegeta continued his procession and stopped only inches from her. He gripped the table on either side of her body, tapping Bulma completely. A slight feeling of fear arose in her at his intense gaze, but it was gone in an instant and she returned his fierce stare.

"If you know what's good for you, you will not test my patience."

"Hmph, what patience?"

Vegeta sneered, gripping he table even harder. Bulma heard the desk crackling in his strong grasp, but continued to hold her stare all the same.

"Woman, you WILL repair the GR."

"Sure, AFTER I'm done with my project."

"You…"

"YOU will be patient," Bulma said, cutting Vegeta off, "or I won't fix the GR and you will never be able to continue your precious training."

Vegeta went wide-eyed in speechlessness. No one had ever been able to talk to him like that and live. But this female earthling did so on more than one occasion, and he couldn't do anything about it. It absolutely infuriated him.

"Damn you woman." He snarled in a low, intimidating voice. "You're lucky you're useful, or I would smite you in your own laboratory."

"Oh, I have no doubt," She said sarcastically, perfectly hiding her subtle fear. "Now, if you don't mind, I have work to do. The faster you let me work, the faster the GR will get fixed."

Vegeta let go of the table reluctantly and stood up straight.

"No one tells a Saiyan prince what to do. I am leaving on my own accord, not because of your command."

"Yeah yeah yeah," Bulma replied. "Now get your ass out of my lab!"

Vegeta turned to leave with a smug look on his face and snickered.

"What's so funny?" Bulma asked.

"That is the second time you have mentioned my ass today, I guess I know what's on your mind."

She felt a blush slide across her cheeks at his words, causing her to tense up. She could feel her ears burning from embarrassment and anger. Because of his comment, she couldn't help but drift her gaze down as he walked away. His spandex training suit fit tightly around is skin, presenting every muscle. He really does have a nice ass… wait! What am I thinking? Bulma snapped out of her reverie quickly, turning her attention back to reality.

Vegeta chuckled as he exited the room, hearing her roar a string of curses in his direction.

I apologize for the shortness of the first chapter! They will get longer, I promise. I just didn't know how to transition to the next scene very smoothly. Reviews are much appreciated! I enjoy suggestions and am open to ideas :) Until next time my lovelies!