This is my first Vegeta and Bulma Fanfiction. I do not own Dragon Ball Z. Please enjoy.

-Prologue-

Bulma was coming back from work when she decided to stop by a flower shop. Yamcha was always in desperate need of something new and fresh in his apartment. It was a very typical, minimalist bachelor suite, which needed a womens touch.

Bulma stopped by the flower shop to pick up some plants she had ordered previously, while at work and decided to head to Yamcha's apartment.

Yamcha was a very well-known lawyer in West City. Just like Bulma, Yamcha was always very busy with his work. If he was not in his office catching up on paperwork, he will either be with his clients or in a very long meeting. Very seldom would he have extra time to spend to himself or with Bulma, and when he does spend time with Bulma, Yamcha will often spoil her with expensive purses, jewelry and fine dining.

The last time Yamcha had taken her out was a couple weeks ago. He had brought her to a high end boutique that was reserved only for her to shop. She had picked out many luxurious items, all of which was paid by Yamcha himself. All the sales ladies on the floor were fawning over Yamcha and how lucky Bulma was. In retrospect, Bulma was never really materialistic. Yes she did enjoy the finer things in life; after all she was raised in a very prominent and well respected family. Truthfully, a picnic on a sunny day at the park would have sufficed. Furthermore, having any time spent with Yamcha would have been enough for her.

'It is what it is' Bulma thought to herself. They had responsibilities and they were adults with passion in what they loved to do. It is not fair to take something that was so significant in Yamcha's life such as his career. It would be selfish of her because she knew that being a Lawyer was an important aspect to Yamaha's lifestyle. Therefore, she did not mind.

Bulma herself was almost always busy, though her schedule is quite flexible, she would never miss a day as she too enjoys her work, taking care of her patients and inventing things on the side. She should however really consider taking some time off to help her father as he will soon be semi retiring from his position as CEO of Capsule Corporation.

Stopping in front of Yamcha's driveway, she noticed her best friend's car was parked in front of Yamcha's estate. Not taking much into consideration, Bulma led herself into Yamcha's house with the extra set of keys he had given her.

Walking in, Bulma had noticed a pair of heels and clothes spread around the house. Some belonged to her best friend and the other she knew was Yamcha's. Deep down, she knew exactly what was going on, but had decided to push her deepest fears away. She proceeded to Yamcha's bedroom down the hallway and slightly opened the door to his bedroom. Her findings were confirmed.

Her heart fell out of her chest. She was dumbfounded, hurt and embarrassed. 'How could he do this to me?' She thought to herself.

Without further contemplation, Bulma placed the strawberry plant and keys on the floor and left.

Normally Bulma would never leave without putting up a fight. But this was more than enough for her to realize that she does not need an explanation from Yamcha. He was caught in the act, red handed, and there was no way she was going to stick around or listen to any of his reasoning's as to why he did the things he did.

She ran to her car as fast as her heels could carry her and drove away feeling sick to her stomach.

"How could he do this to me?" Tears were filling her eyes while she was driving to nowhere. Yamcha was everything to her; she gave him everything and invested everything into him. Yamcha was her best friend and her confidant, now who will she confide in and talk to with her problems, and who will be there for her when she is lonely or in need of a shoulder to cry on?

With loneliness consuming her, she drove off into the dark horizon out of the city without a clue to as where she was heading.

Over on the other side in Capsule Corporation, Vegeta was getting ready to retire from his intense work out session from the gravity room. Looking up at the dark sky, he was surprised to see how late it was in the evening. If his calculations were correct, it would be 3 in the morning. Turning everything off and heading to back to the house, he calls for the blue hair women to make him dinner. After yelling for her and calling for her several times with no response, he decided to check her laboratory. To his surprise she was not there, he then went upstairs to see whether she was in her bed room, and again he was disappointed to find that she was not there either.

'Where could she be?' He thought to himself. The only food he found in the fridge were the blue hair women's salads, which no way in hell he was going to settle for that. He needed protein and lots of it because he was starving.

"I guess I will have to fly out and grab something from a fast food restaurant." Vegeta flew himself to a fast food joint within 3 minutes and scarfed down a couple of burgers. Despite fast food was never the best option for him, he was surprised at how tasty they were. 'God damn humans and their tasty food.' As he finished his 20th burger, Vegeta decided to fly home. Maybe then he would be able to seek out the blue hair women.

After returning home, Vegeta used his Ki to search for her, but found no traces of her within the vicinity. At this point Vegeta was curious as to where she may be. Normally he would not care, but seeing how long they have been inhabiting the same space in such close proximity and how generous of a host she has been to Vegeta, he felt a tinge guilty for not seeking her out just in case she was in any serious danger.

Vegeta flew to above Capsule Corporation to pursue her further with his ki.

He found her sitting on her yacht floating gently and tranquilly in the middle of the ocean. Not wanting to disrupt her silence, Vegeta landed softly behind her.

Vegeta stood behind her, taking in the calm. It has been awhile since he was able to be at ease and it was always around her, where he was able to fully be at peace.

Her royal blue hair swayed gently with the gentle breeze around her shoulders and face. She looks so breathtaking in the moonlight and so placid with each breath she takes. It was hard for him to take his eyes off her. Her beauty and innocence held no boundaries.

As he took a few steps closer, Vegeta had brought her out of her reverie. Sombre eyes looked into onyx; she quickly wiped away her tears with her dainty fingers and gained her composure. She did not want to show any presence of weakness in front of her prince.

"You found out did you not?" Vegeta asked.

Confused and annoyed with his question, she sat there trying to decipher what he was trying to ask.

"Do not underestimate my abilities when it comes to my senses. I am a Sayin and I could smell each and every one of them on your so called lover.

Smirking as he looked away from the horizon and into Bulma's eyes.

"For someone who is so capable and perceptive, you sure are foolish enough to believe he was faithful to you this whole time."

"I didn't-Bulma was interrupted quickly; "Do not take me for a fool, deep down you knew what he was doing behind your back, but instead you decided to play the victim and hide away from the truth. The hypocrisy is quite uncanny and you are no better than him."

So stoic he stood with arms crossed making no eye contact with her. Bulma stood up from her position and stepped in front of Vegeta so she could see him eye to eye.

"YES, I knew, I knew deep down he was playing me for a fool. I guess my naiveté got the best of me. I could not help but feel that way. I truly loved him, I was desperate. Yamcha was my everything and I clung onto him as my only salvation for happiness. I wanted to escape my unhappiness and loneliness. So thanks, but no thanks Vegeta. How could you even comprehend the meaning of love, what it means to love and be loved? All you ever care about is yourself and murder. Who are you to judge? You don't know me and I barely know you, but yet you have the audacity to criticise me?"

Panting as Bulma tried to regain her composure.

Vegeta swiftly brought Bulma's body to his. He looked at her confused state and slowly moved his head closer to hers.

Surprised, Bulma was struggling from the grips of Vegeta when she finally gave up and gave into their passionate kiss. Despite it all happening so fast, she could not help but feel so right. It was almost like electricity pulsating through her body. His hands, so strong and robust were weaved through her hair, while his body danced so close to hers. Everything felt so right, but just as fast as it happened, everything ended abruptly with a blink of an eye. She was no longer feeling the heat that surrounds her body moments ago. Confused, dazed and surprise, Bulma gingerly touched her pink lips and looked towards the sky.

'What wicked game is he trying to play here?' She thought to herself…