Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of their characters. If I did, there would be no Freiza because no one likes him.

Ok, so I'm sure you've seen it all before: a story set during the three year time period that explains how Bulma and Vegeta became a couple. But I worked pretty hard on this, so please read it.

Chapter One

Bulma rolled over in her sleep and unconsciously smiled in content; after several sleepless nights of working on Vegeta's gravity room, sleep felt amazing. She had been so content to sleep, she had forgotten it wouldn't last long….

"WOMAN!"

Bulma's eyes flew open and she sat up. She scowled at the wall; she should've known he would ruin her peace of mind.

She shuffled out of bed and made her way to the kitchen, where she was certain he was. Sure enough, Vegeta stood in the kitchen, a scowl on his face, crossing his arms.

"What do you want?" Mumbled Bulma, the shock disappearing and the exhaustion coming back.

He pointed at the stove. "Make me breakfast."

"Why don't you make it yourself?"

"I'm a prince, woman! I have servants like you to make me breakfast!"

She yawned. "Then call your damn servants and let me go back to bed."

He glared. "Watch your mouth, insolent woman. You should be honored to serve the prince of all saiyans."

Despite her exhaustion, Bulma managed an evil grin. "Yeah, who wouldn't be honored to serve the prince of all arrogant asses?"

Vegeta. Exploded. "WHO ARE YOU CALLING AN ASS, YOU DAMN WOMAN!"

"And that's another thing!" She exclaimed, fully awake now. "Not only are you an arrogant ass, you always call me woman!"

Vegeta grinned. "Ok, since you've done a half-way decent job on the gravity room, I'll give you a new name: grease monkey."

"Or you could call be my name, you monkey basterd!"

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A MONKEY BASTERD, GREASEMONKEY!"

Bulma, being the mature person she was, stuck her tongue out at him. She walked over to the fridge and began to make breakfast.

Vegeta sat at the table and watched her work. When it came to working, she was actually rather nimble.

He took a closer look at her and noticed the pink tank top and the red pj shorts, showing off her natural curves, fit her rather well. In fact, she almost looked…Wait, what the hell was he thinking?

Bulma noticed Vegeta staring at her and she smirked. "See something you like, monkey basterd?"

Vegeta snorted. "You wish, grease monkey."

She rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the food. Finally, she finished and set the mountain of food in front of Vegeta.

Without a word, he dove into the food. "You're welcome, asshole." She muttered, grabbing a cup of coffee and sitting at the table.

Several awkwardly silent minutes later, Bulma finished her coffee and went to the sink to wash the cup. Vegeta munched happily on his fifth plate of food and watched her out of the corner of his eye.

Bulma yawned and stretched before walking over to the table. She threw him a brief glance of disbelief as she looked at the SIXTH plate he was almost done with before announcing, "Well, I have work to do so I need to go."

She threw him a smirk. "Try not to destroy anything while I'm gone." With that, she left the room, oblivious to Vegeta glaring at her back.

She couldn't help but smile as she walked toward her lab; fighting with Vegeta was amusing and put her in a good mood.

He was such an asshole, but damn, was he a sexy asshole… Wait a second, what did she just think?

Bulma stopped half-way to her lab, in complete disbelief. Did she just think that monkey basterd was…..sexy? What the hell was wrong with her? She shook her head, as if that could erase her recent thoughts.

She couldn't be thinking of other boys that way! She had a boyfriend, and a decent one at that! Or at least, he was…

Bulma sighed. Ever since she found out Yamcha had slept with other women, he had completely lost her trust. She had been thinking about breaking up with him for a while now but she didn't know how to say it. But she was sure she'd find a way.

Thoughts momentarily cleared, Bulma continued walking to her lab.

She'd think of ways to break up with Yamcha while working on Vegeta's training bots; after all, her intelligence was at its peak while she was working and she could kill two birds with one stone and get both assholes(Yamcha and Vegeta) off her back.

She opened the door and a sea of bolts and wires greeted her. She put her hands on her hips and sighed. This would take forever to clean up! But she was the great Bulma Briefs, after all. If she couldn't do it, no one could!

Smiling in determination, she began to clean. About half-way through the mess, she heard the sound of a machine and loud shouts and groaned; no doubt it was Vegeta training on that damn gravity room.

He seemed so exciting when he first landed on Earth, but the gravity room turned him into such a bore. Wake up, eat, train, eat, sleep, repeat. That had been Vegeta had done the whole time he was at her house, other than the occasional shouting matches with her.

Bulma sighed again and continued to clean. Finally, she was done. She whipped the sweat off her forehead and sighed in relief.

Then she realized how thirsty she was. She left the lab to get a drink and was instead pulled into a pair of strong arms. "Hey, Bulma!" Yelled a familiar voice.

Bulma looked up at her attacker and forced a smile. "Yamcha!" She said with fake happiness. "Where have you been?"

He let her go and smiled at her. "Training, of course! Sorry I couldn't see you 'till now!"

"It's alright. I'm just glad to see you." Of course, she was lying. Now that he was here, she needed to break up with him.

It's now or never, she thought to herself. He smiled at her again, and she felt her resolve crumble.

Instead of presenting him with the devastating news, she said, "Do you want some lemonade?" He nodded happily.

"I'd ask Vegeta but I'm sure he won't answer." Just to amuse herself, though, she shouted at the gravity room, "Hey! Prince of all asses! Do you want some lemonade?"

Despite the loud whirring of the machine, Bulma could have sworn she heard Vegeta yell something that sounded like, "Damn grease monkey!"

Chuckling to herself, Bulma went inside and started making lemonade in the kitchen. She had just finished pouring the lemonade into cups when….BOOM! She abandoned the lemonade and ran outside to see what happened.

She gasped when she saw it: an exploded gravity room blown to rubble. "Vegeta!" She screamed, dashing toward the ruble. She began to dig thru franticly, tears starting to fall from her eyes.

Then, with no warning, a hand shot out of the rubble. "Eeeeeeek!" Screamed Bulma, leaping back.

Slowly, Vegeta pulled himself out of the rubble, clothes torn and covered in scratches. "Oh my god!" Exclaimed Bulma. "Vegeta, are you ok?"

"You thought….THAT….could kill me?" Growled Vegeta. "I am the prince of all-erg!" Vegeta collapsed.

Bulma rushed over to him and forced him into her lap. "Let…..me…GO, grease monkey!" Hissed Vegeta. "I….need to…..train!"

"You're not training until I decide you're ok!" She said firmly. "Now let's get you to the medical room." She forced his arm around her neck and began to carry him inside.

She noticed Yamcha watching her with narrow eyes, his arms crossed, clearly disproving.

"Can you give me a hand?" She asked. "Vegeta's kind of heavy."

"Why should I?" Said Yamcha. "He's the enemy."

Bulma glared at him and muttered "Asshole" before continuing to drag Vegeta inside.

...And so that was the first chapter. Please, please, PLEASE with Vegeta on top comment! I welcome construtive critisism and I ignore flames. The next chapter, if this one gets good reviews, should be coming up soon.