A.N. Ok, this is my first B/V fic. I'm new at this, so I'd like some criticism. Well, I hope you enjoy it!
Dragonball Z:
Bulma sighed contentedly.
Now this is nice, she thought, stretching out in her bed. Nobody to bug me. Mom's gone shopping, Dad's buying new parts for his invention, and Yamcha's out sparring with some friends of his.
Suddenly, a crash sounded from the floor below her.
Bulma let out her breath in a slow hiss.
And, she sighed to herself, Vegeta hasn't gone anywhere. He's still here…
She knew it was just like him to ruin her day. Now she wouldn't be able to get any rest.
Damn.
"Wommaaaaann!!" A roar echoed upstairs.
"Come down THIS INSTANT!"
Bulma growled as she pulled herself out of bed. Throwing on some decent clothes, she trudged to the kitchen.
"What do you want, Vegeta?" she asked the muscular man standing in front of the fridge.
He smirked at her in a satisfied way.
"Never mind," he said, simply.
"Erggg!!" Bulma shrieked. "Why do you do that?? You are the most annoying bastard I've ever met!"
Vegeta just stood there, the smirk still in place.
"Fine!" she cried, throwing up her hands. "Whatever, Vegeta!"
Bulma stomped out, Vegeta's eyes following her.
He laughed to himself. He loved making her angry…
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Bulma stamped outside, practically steaming with anger.
God, he's obnoxious! Now I'm not tired anymore! She made sure to stomp louder.
She looked up suddenly to see she was at her lab.
Well, she smiled, When in doubt, come to the lab!
She sat down to tinker with one of her inventions. As she turned a knob on the front, a huge explosion rippled across the whole Capsule Corporation.
Bulma jumped to her feet.
Oh, crap, she thought. Vegeta…
She ran across her yard to a cloud of dust where Vegeta's gravity room used to be.
"Vegeta!" she called out.
"Vegeta, where are you?"
Bulma started to worry.
"Please, Vegeta, answer me! I'm scared!"
"Oh, I'm so glad you care." A voice whispered in her ear.
Bulma whipped around, only to see Vegeta, unharmed, behind her.
"Vegeta, you asshole! I hate you!" she screamed.
"Awww, but I just thought you said you were scared for me?" Vegeta was now wearing a half-grin.
"Don't you care for me?" he said, pouting.
"No, you son of a bitch!"
Bulma was starting to turn red.
"I think you're blushing, woman! What is it, are you just embarrassed that I know you love me?"
Vegeta smirked.
"Why, of all the- I can't- What are-" Bulma stuttered. "How RIDICULOUS!"
Vegeta's smirk grew wider, glad he had succeeded in making Bulma so angry.
Bulma's cheeks bordered on maroon and purple.
"Stop smirking like that! Why do you have to be so annoying?" she huffed.
Vegeta only grinned.
"Fine, whatever, I'm leaving." Bulma whirled around and walked back up to the house.
Vegeta called out to her retreating back,
"You need to fix my gravity machine, woman! Oh, and woman, make me some lunch!"
Bulma showed him a certain finger without turning around.
As she walked into the house, Vegeta couldn't help but think about how good she looked.
Stop it now, he ordered himself. You are prince of the Sayjins! You can't fall for a mere human! Even if she is beautiful…
Vegeta sighed and flew out to the desert; he liked to train there sometimes.
Bulma sighed from the kitchen window, where she was watching Vegeta.
Oh, well, I guess I'm not all that mad at him. He is handsome… But he's a jerk, too!
Bulma silently scolded herself for thinking such thoughts about the man who tried to kill Goku and destroyed many other people.
But, she smiled as she turned to make Vegeta's lunch.
A.N. Well, tell me what you think! Please review. Yeah, I know, not all that original, but oh well. Sorry it's so short!