Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Ball/Z/GT. Although if I did it would be a romantic drama.

*...*= Thoughts

Vegeta had just finished training in the GR in 2400 times Earth's normal gravity
and was exhausted from straining his powerful body to it's very limits in training so intense it nearly drove him insane.

He felt his stomach growl and decided to get Bulma to cook him something. As made his way to the house he could smell lunch in the pan. *At least that baka can do something without being told.* His keen Saiya-jin hearing could hear Bulma singing along to a song that Vegeta both knew and resented.

It's gonna--be--me
Oooh, yeah

Vegeta painstakingly made his way inside to see Bulma singing and dancing along. *N*sync* Vegeta shuddered.

Justin:
You might've been hurt, babe
That ain't no lie
You've seen them all come and go, oh..
I remember you told me
That it made you believe in
No man, no cry
Maybe that's why

Every little thing I do
Never seems enough for you
You don't wanna lose it again
But I'm not like them
Baby, when you finally,
Get to love somebody
Guess what,
It's gonna be me..

Love. It made Vegeta sick that people could be so ignorant to pain.

JC:
You've got no choice, babe
But to move on, and you know
There ain't no time to waste
You're just too blind (too blind), too see
But in the end, ya know it's gonna be me
You can't deny
So just tell me why

Every little thing I do
Never seems enough for you
You don't wanna lose it again
But I'm not like them
Baby, when you finally
Get to love somebody (somebody)
Guess what (guess what)
It's gonna be me

Vegeta made his presence known by knocking on the wall. Bulma hastily put the music off when she felt the walls move. 'Sorry Vegeta,' she mumbled. Vegeta eyed her for a moment before asking how long until lunch would be ready. 'It's ready now,' Bulma stated cheerfully. Vegeta just huffed and sat down to eat. Bulma ate with him. The whole time she was humming the tune to the song that she had been listening to. Vegeta tried to ignore it. After a few more minutes he was scowling deeply and a vein was growing on his forehead. Bulma saw this and hummed even louder. Vegeta was not amused. Silently he got up and went back to train. Thats odd, Bulma thought. Normally when I annoy him he insults me. She sighed. She hardly ever saw him any more and missed him. Maybe it was just her. The only one among her family and friends he even showed the slightest bit of care for was Bra. He showed no signs of love for her and he openly hated his son. She suspected that he only liked Saiya-jins, and ones who weren't close to his power level. Bra had not become a super Saiya-jin and he liked her but he didn't like Goku, Trunks, Gohan, Goten, Pan or even her. She thought about it for a moment and realised that he had never really expressed any kind of negative feelings for Pan whenever she was with Bra. *I'll just leave it for now..*

She sighed and cleaned up.

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Vegeta had been training for the last eight hours and a rate of +1 times gravity per minute so the gravity was now 2880 times Earth's norm. He even had to go Super Saiya-jin just to stay standing. He couldn't get that song out of his head and he was going nuts because of it. He had been shooting ki blasts at the robots and dodging as they were sent back most of the time. He was suffering the effects of the gravity as well and decided he had to call quits. He had learned that if he went up the room was like a vacuum, and if he went down he couldn't breathe either because the air was so dense, so he stayed about 5 feet up. He turned off the GR and thought it would be best to eat and go to sleep.

As he entered the house he could hear music coming from Trunks' room. He growled and went to the fridge. He ate the five sandwiches Bulma had left for him and went upstairs.

The distant sound of music was growing as he neared his sons room. As he passed it he pressed his eye to the key hole and suppressed his ki. To his horror he saw Trunks singing and dancing to something he deemed music. It was "Moron" Rouge by Lady Marmalade. Vegeta's eye twitched. *My son is a fruit!* Vegeta thought angrily. *And he has purple hair!* He stomped off to his room to get some much needed shut eye as he could feel fatigue quickly swallowing on his heels.

He entered the room to find Bulma in her nightie, sitting up and reading a magazine. She turned to meet him. 'Hey Vegeta,' she said indifferently.

'Onna,' he said back.

He climbed in and lay down.

'Oh, and Vegeta?'

'What now onna? I'm trying to get to sleep.' He put heavy emphasis of 'Trying'.

'Gohan called and said that he and Videl were going on a two week holiday to where they had their honeymoon and needed us to take care of Pan, so she'll be here tomorrow. K?' Bulam added off-handedly.

'Oh'

Vegeta did a double take. 'WHAT!?' He yelled while he shot up.

'Pan is coming here for'

'I heard you woman! Can't she look after herself? Or go to someone else's place?' asked Vegeta disbelievingly.

'She's only 16 Vegeta; not old enough to be left alone for that long, and we were the last people he asked because he knows you don't like any kind of the "spawn of Kakarot". I'm ashamed he's afraid to ask me favours because of your attitude," Bulma got out in one breath which surprised her. 'And even so, you DO know how hard it is to keep a refrigerator full with Saiya-jins around, don't you?' she added when Vegeta opened his mouth again.

The food part was the only bit that he accepted as a genuine reason.

There was a silence. 'Fine. But she had better not get in my way. Or play any music. Or get too close to my son. I'll not have any spawn of Kakarot, no matter how many generations down the line, mixing with mine. On Vegeta-sei it was high treason for royalty to mix with any thing short of first class blood. If it ever happened the offender on the royal side would be disowned, and the 2nd or 3rd class baka who was fool enough to mix with royal blood, and any descents of theirs would be put to death,' he informed irritably.

Bulma just stared ahead blankly. 'Uhh...Vegeta, I don't think Pan likes Trunks and vice-versa.'

Vegeta just huffed and sank back down. *I have been alone ever since I was 6..* That was his last thought before he dozed off into a dreamless sleep.

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Meanwhile...

Pan was packing her things into a big suitcase. She wasn't happy about having to spend two weeks at CC. Sure, she'd get to see Bra and eat Mrs. Briefs' cooking, but to be forced to spend so long with Vegeta was gonna drive her nuts. It wasn't that she was afraid of him. Quite the opposite. She'd wanted to spar with him for as long as she could remember, but the only time she'd asked he just stared at her. That's what it was. His eyes. She was unnerved by the way he'd just stare at you as if he was searching your soul. She felt a shiver go down her spine just thinking about it.

*Well enough about "my prince" for now. What to pack, what to pack, what to pack.......* She settled on long and short sleeved T-shirts, her calf-high "licking flame" boots, a few pairs of socks, under clothes, her clip-on bicycle chain, her black jeans, her fighting gloves and night clothes as her stuff to wear.

The other reason that she didn't want to go was that she'd most likely miss this concert she's been invited to. It was going to be at a blast. Some of (what she considered to be) the best bands in the world would be there. She also wanted at least some of them to sign something for her. Her guitar maybe? *Not like I'll be able to go*

Then she got on to luxuries. CDs were really all her luxuries, but she had a lot of them. About 30. She just grabbed most of them and zipped up the case.

*Thats about it. Wait a sec, can't forget my electric guitar.* She chuckled to herself as she reached into a nearby closet and pulled out an incredible guitar in a case and laid it next to her stuff. She brought it all down stairs then went back up and went to sleep.

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That was it. First chapter UP. And if you are a small minded person who can't take anything that isn't B/V or T/P AND didn't heed the warning in the summary then your a bit fucked up in the head for subjecting yourself to this kind of stuff. Also I mean no offence to people who like the kind of music Vegeta hates, but your gonna hear a bit more pop bashing and a lot more metal songs and themes as the fic goes on. R/R!!