Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ but it would be a lot cooler if I did... Additionally the cover art is not mine, just something I found on Google.

AN: So this is my first fanfic. I'd like to thank froglady15, great author in her own right, for encouraging me to try my hand at writing my own and posting it. I'd also like to thank the beta for this chapter dragonbabezee who took time out of her busy schedule to make this happen. Going to try and update weekly, I'm thinking Fridays until we are done. So feel free to leave me a review and tell me what you think and stay tuned for more.

Date Night

It was another typical night for Bulma. Vegeta had been living here at Capsule Corp for a few months now and things had worked themselves into sort of a normal routine for them. Nights such as these were what Bulma privately referred to as date nights, though she'd never tell him that. He'd probably take it out of context and blow things way out of proportion, so she just kept thoughts like that to herself, even though it became painfully obvious as they had more of them that it was exactly like a date night. Perhaps it isn't so obvious to him, she reasoned. He was from a completely different culture than Earth. One that she wanted him to share more about with her but he only gave out details sparingly.

So Bulma prepared the usual festivities for when Vegeta finally decided to emerge from the shower. Twenty delicious pizzas were ordered from what became their favorite pizzeria. Which became the favorite was discovered through much trial and error and careful negotiations from both parties. Vegeta had a thing for Meat Lover's pizza. Go figure the caveman was more carnivore than omnivore, she mused to herself. But he still ate all the other flavors too. It amused her to no end that he even developed a taste for Hawaiian Pizza.

She also had his favorite beer out and ready for consumption. She had a mini cooler with a thirty pack of his beer by the couch for him. She had been surprised that he drank at all. When she first met him, Bulma had mistakenly assumed that all he did was train and he was no fun at all. How wrong she was.

After a particularly nasty fight on the phone with Yamcha one night, Vegeta found her drinking by herself, a bottle of whipped cream vodka in one hand and lighter in the other as she prepared to burn a few pictures of her boyfriend. She could still remember his words to this day. "If you going to drink and commit random wanton destruction the least you could do is share." He said to her. They then began to drink the entire liquor cabinet, and empty the fridge of all its alcoholic content. Vegeta pointed out to her which drinks he liked, and which were too sweet or too fruity for his tastes. He was actually surprised that a few tasted similar to drinks he'd had in space, in the equivalent of galactic taverns he used to go with Nappa and Raditz between missions.

To be honest, she could not remember what happened that night after a certain point. She awoke the next morning with more than a few scrapes and bruises, and she noted quite a bit of Yamcha's pictures were burned in a trashcan, or whatever ashes she could make out that used to be celluloid. There were lots of empty bottles of various liquors and beers laying everywhere, and surprisingly, as she looked around she noticed a distinct lack of vomit puddles. Oh Yeah! She had thought to herself that morning in triumph and did a little dance. She might have blacked out but she still her held her liquor or other random alcohol in. However, when she looked down at her attire she was equal parts shocked and amused. Apparently sometime during their escapades, she lost her panties and her bra and was only wearing an oversized shirt. From what she could tell they did not have sex. She imagined she'd be feeling more satisfied and sore if that happened.

Thankfully their date night rituals were not all wild like that. Though she was still young, Bulma had more responsibilities now than in her early twenties, and could not get that drunk every night. Most date nights were actually about as they were expected to be tonight; just some good greasy food, a few drinks to lighten the mood and a movie or a TV show. As with the food, the viewing schedule was carefully negotiated by both parties. Bulma got to pick a show or movie one night and Vegeta got to pick the next, and if either party was not too tired after the first movie or show, the other person gets their turn.

Not surprising to Bulma, Vegeta had a very dark sense of humor. He liked movies and shows with gore, blood and violence. What she did find surprising was that on occasion he did like animal documentaries as well. Many of their nights they spent watching Animal Planet. True, Vegeta still got his gore watching lions tear apart their prey or crocodiles grab a zebra as it got a drink of water. He actually laughed during those times and the first time she heard it, it shocked her.

Bulma then heard the shower stop in the other room. It was show time. She turned the TV on to Animal Planet since it was a Vegeta night. He might not pick it, but it was good start to change it there and see if he wanted to watch it or not. Then she sat down on her side of the couch. She cracked open a beer for him and left it on his side of the table. Vegeta came down the stairs in bare feet, a pair of shorts and a white tank top. Typical Vegeta attire for the night, or training or social events, Bulma giggled to herself. He sat down next to her grabbed a slice of pizza (Meat Lover's first of course) and a beer in the other hand as he turned his attention to the TV.

"All right Animal Planet. Let's see what kind of predator is going on the hunt tonight," he remarked. Vegeta grinned in delight as this particular show was about Great White Sharks attacking people.

"Hey Vegeta, how come you like seeing these kinds of shows so much? I've always wondered that," Bulma asked him.

"Well woman, watching humans torn limb from limb by the various predators of this planet never gets old," he chuckled darkly.

Bulma could not help but laugh at his dry wit. It had actually grown on her these last few months. The others think he has no sense of humor! She thought with glee. How wrong they were. Bulma then drank her own mixed drink; a combination of whipped cream vodka and coke. It's tasted like a very, very good float to her. A few drinks and slices of pizza later, Bulma began wondering something.

"Vegeta? Why don't you share this side of yourself with the others?" Bulma inquired.

"Because to put it simply, they are not my friends, they are not my comrades, nor are they my peers or equals in any way. I just don't like them and don't feel the need to socialize with them," he explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"That's true I can't picture any of them besides Goku coming anywhere close to you in strength. Only Piccolo might rival you in intelligence and battle strategy. Plus none of them have lived a life even remotely similar to yours. I guess you really don't have anything in common with them," Bulma agreed with him as a thought popped into her head she just had voice out loud.

"Don't remind me. It makes me even want the company of Nappa and Raditz," he admitted with a sigh.

"Why is that?" she asked him with genuine curiosity.

"I long for the company of other Saiyans," he divulged.

"There is still Goku and Gohan," she pointed out.

"Correction, I long for the company of real Saiyans," he declared with a chuckle.

"I suppose you have a point there," she affirmed, joining him in him in his merriment.

"Nappa, as thick as he used to be, was the last member of my social class alive. And Raditz, despite being a third class, was at least from the warrior class. We shared social and cultural bonds I neglected to acknowledge until they were gone. They were idiots, but they were my idiots," he revealed to her.

"Wait, so why do you show this side to me?" Bulma asked confused as she was quite different from the mysterious Prince as well. As he pondered her question Vegeta tilted his head to the side, considering the answer.

"I honestly don't know why," he admitted as he shrugged his shoulders.

This response got Bulma thinking. Maybe he didn't know why. He actually did go out of his way to socialize and keep her company just as much as she did with him, and even though she organized date night to keep them both entertained, he did go out of his way to spend time with her and cheer her up with his dark humor. He honestly did not have to share meals with her during the day. He could train longer or he could have her mother make him food at times other than her lunch breaks, breakfast or dinner time. He actually seemed to make an unconscious effort to be around her. Oh well, she wasn't going to dwell on something that wasn't broken. Truth is she enjoyed their date nights way more than going on actual dates with Yamcha to clubs and restaurants.

"Best not to overthink it I guess. Let's get back to more foolish humans torn apart by aquatic apex predators!" Bulma imitated in her best Vegeta voice. Vegeta smiled at her and raised his bottle so they could have a toast; a human tradition he had picked up and rather liked.

"Damn straight, woman," he replied as his bottle and her glass clinked together.