Unaware Attraction

DZB Disclaimer- I do not own, or in any part claim to own Dragon Ball, or Dragon Ball Z. This is just written for amusement, and the characters do not belong to me.

I have recieved a review that asked me to clarify the ages. I had honestly forgot to do so, and am glad this was brought to my attention. In this version, Bulma is 17, but recieves alot of freedom from her parents. Vegeta is about to turn 18.

Chapter One- High Tensions

"WOMAN I request something to eat, now." A scream came from the kitchen directed toward Bulma.

"Okay your highness, coming right up." Then all you could hear was a surprised gasp and a roar as a blinding light erupted from the kitchen. Mr. Brief ran into the damaged room with his wife in tow.

"What's going on here," he said, and then his eyes widened as he saw Vegeta with his face and clothes covered in what looked like lunch and Bulma with her shirt burned and torn to shreds.

"This, this baka screamed and doused me in this awful food." Vegeta hissed. Bulma growled then let out a scream.

"He deserved it, and he ruined my favorite shirt, his Ki blast could have killed me!"

"Well you started it, crazy woman" Vegeta shot back as Bulmas face began to darken. In one fluid motion Bulma tackled Vegeta, but the strong Sayian held his ground and pulled her into the air by the remains of her collar. Bulma hissed and spit, desperately scratching Vegetas wrists to make him put her down.

"Put me down!" she yelled.

"You asked for it," and Vegeta dropped her in an ungraceful heap on the floor. He then stomped up the stairs to his room, growling the whole time.

"That's right, you better run…." Bulmas screams bounced off his receding back. Her dad silenced her before she could cause any more damage. The Cleaner Bots started to enter the kitchen and repair the mess the two had caused.

"What were you thinking," Bulmas mom's wide eyes peeked out from behind her father. "He is a guest; you are the one who invited him to stay here. Not to mention the fact that darling man is going through so much." Although Vegeta was arrogant and rude, Bulmas mother still fawned over him like he was her son.

"I know, I know" Bulma muttered as she made her way to her bedroom. "I must have been out of my mind when I said he could stay with us." As Bulma passed Vegetas bedroom she heard only silence. She peeked through the barely open door and saw an empty room and an open window. 'Dang Sayian can fly' she thought to herself. As she neared her room she could hear the blasts and grunts coming from the gravity room, which of course her room was closest to. She discarded her ruined shirt and pulled on a tank top. Then she plopped on her bed, put the earphones in and turned up her mp3 player. But not even that could block out the racket Vegeta was making. Bulma soon fell into a dreamless sleep, lured by the sunlight streaming onto her bed.

Next thing she knew, she was awake with an angry Prince dragging her out of her room through the window and into the Gravity Chamber by her armpits. "What did you do that for" she growled as she looked up at the angry man. Although he was only an inch taller than her, he somehow managed to always tower over her and look down at her. "I was napping monkey boy," she snapped at him.

"Fix it, woman." Vegeta pointed toward the contraption in the center of the gravity room. The control panel was sparking and obviously broken. Bulma groaned and walked toward the dysfunctional piece of equipment.

"I will fix it, but first you need to address me by my name, you arrogant chump," she smirked at him, coping one of his annoying expressions. Vegeta just growled and next thing Bulma knew, she was dangling by one arm, at least 10 feet in the air away from the floor. Vegeta had her suspended in the air and an evil look on his always grumpy face.

"How about you fix it, or you will have a few broken bones," then he smirked right back at her, and dropped her. She screamed but luckily Vegeta was just making an example. He caught her centimeters before she hit the hard ground. She reached out her hand to slap him, but he caught it with ease. "Pathetic weakling," he said and he stomped up to the controls, dragging her by her arm with him. "Now fix it before I blow this room up with you in it," He shouted and stormed off, probably to the kitchen. The only thing Vegeta liked better than terrorizing her was eating them out of their house. She screamed some very colorful insults at his receding back. He merely turned around and fired a small but powerful Ki blast which would have took off her head but instead she ducked and it dented the wall. Bulma growled and got to work.

One hour and a few painful electrical shocks later, Bulma stepped into the kitchen and plopped down in one of the wooden chairs. She noticed a pile of dirty dishes stacked in the sink. The pile was so large it threatened to fall and fill the whole house with broken porcelain. Vegeta had definitely been here for a snack. Bulma thought about complaining but she didn't want to push Vegeta too far today. He seemed in an especially awful mood. Just then Bulmas mom decided to sweep down the staircase in one of her revealing dresses and promptly told Bulma that her father would be escorting her to a lovely dinner, so it would just be Bulma and Vegeta here tonight. Her mom wasn't expecting to be back until tomorrow, because of the diner's location next to a quaint bed and breakfast.

Bulma inwardly complained. She knew that this was the perfect time to be murdered by Vegeta and as her mom left to get her father she grabbed the biggest kitchen knife she could, ran up the stairs and put it under her bed. Then she ran down, kissed her mother and father goodbye and settled down on the couch dreading when Vegeta came in to demand dinner.

A burnt, beaten and battered Vegeta walked in through the front door and barely made it to the living room chair before he promptly passed out. "You over did it Vegeta" Bulma said cheerfully. All she got in response was a rumble from the broken Prince. Bulma set out to prepare dinner. She put at least 10 pounds of meat into the frying pan and put enough rice in the cooker to feed a kingdom. Then she searched through her mom's well organized pile of cookbooks until she selected a book full of satisfying desserts. She quickly set to preparing 6 apple pies. She collected the needed apples from her mother's outdoor garden and searched the refrigerator in the other room until she found the pie crusts. One hour later the food was minutes away from being done, but the Sayian was still passed out on the chair.

Just then the doorbell rang and a pounding on the door indicated this was urgent. Bulma opened the front door and saw Yachma outside with his hands in his pockets, looking guilty. "What do you want," Bulma said harshly as she went to close the door in his face.

"I said I was sorry," Yachma said gruffly.

"SORRY, you are sorry. You should be on the ground begging for my forgiveness! After all you only went out with another girl on our 2 month anniversary! You didn't even bother to call me until 4 days after I had planned a perfect dinner for us! What is wrong with you?" Bulma fumed "I will make you sorry. I made it clear that that was your last chance buster. And you blew it. Was it worth that stupid date with that dumb blonde idiot?" Bulma stood there as her words began to have an effect on Yachma. Suddenly out of nowhere a burst of loud laughter interrupted their fight. Bulma glared over at Vegeta who was on the floor laughing so hard it looked like he couldn't breathe. "I have to go," Bulma said to Yachma then slammed the door in his face. Then she turned her mad gaze on Vegeta. Vegeta instantly sobered up, but he still had an arrogant smirk plastered on his face.

"You guys are like a bad TV show," Vegeta said. "The same thing every week," Then he gave a mean chuckle and headed off towards the kitchen. Bulma then realized the food was done and began to get the meal prepared. As she brought the huge banquet of food to the table, she took a small portion of the rice and meat, and a slice of apple pie and headed up to her room.

"My parents will be out until tomorrow," Bulma glanced back at Vegeta. "Just warning you, so you will have to wait until I wake up to get breakfast." Vegeta grimaced and Bulma stuck her tongue out at him. Vegeta then proceeded to throw the lamp from the middle of the dining table at her, but luckily Bulma had the thought to glue it down (after last time) so he came up empty handed. Next thing she knew she was hit in the head with a plastic spoon. Bulma had replaced all the metal spoons with plastic ones, so Vegeta couldn't cause so much damage when he got into one of his fowl moods.

"That's it," Bulma growled and a full-fledged war started in the kitchen. Bulma was armed with an array of spatulas and a few pens and pencils while Vegeta had a box of plastic silverware and a couple of paper plates. Preparation tools went flying as the first battle commenced. No kitchen appliance was safe when the two ran out of ammunition. Bulma had the idea to throw the toaster at Vegetas head, but he ducked and Bulma was hit with a flying orange. She screamed as she fell on her butt, but the flying objects didn't even stop for a second. Using a dinner tray as a shield Bulma slowly made her way to where Vegeta was sitting. He was so caught up in looking for more things to throw; he didn't even notice her until it way too late. She leaped onto his back and both of them tumbled onto the kitchen floor. The kitchen floor was littered with almost every object that had been neatly organized in the drawers. For a minute Bulma actually felt happy, like she had just had fun with a real person, but that charade was ruined when Vegeta picked her up and threw her across the room, barely missing the table. She landed with a thump on the sofa. She sat up and glared at Vegeta who was consuming the food without any silverware.

"Manners," Bulma yelled. Vegeta stopped, looked at her and smirked.

"Sorry, but my silverware seems to be in your hair," he said with a chuckle. Sure enough, the mirror showed a fork sticking in Bulmas long blue hair like an odd hair clip. She laughed and showed him the box of metal forks, which was cleverly hidden under the sink. Before giving him one, he had to promise not to cause any harm to her or the house with it. She knew how much damage he could cause with just a small metal fork. He quickly resumed eating, and Bulma rescued her meal from underneath the chair. She took it up the stairs and a few minutes later crept down and sighed with relief when she saw the kitchen was vacant. She put her dishes in the sink and turned around but she ran straight into a hard wall. She screamed as she realized the wall was a person, and heard Vegeta laugh. She tried to take a swing at him but he easily dodged and threw her over his shoulder.

"Put me down, ape face!" she screamed, tired of his annoying actions. She tried to grab his tail, but to no avail. He just laughed and flew up the stairs, depositing her in a heap at her door. "I will get you for this," she threatened as he went in his room and stuck his head out into the hall.

"Shut up baka," he said and closed the door with a resounding thud. She growled and slammed her door as she fell onto her bed. She then got back up, but on her speakers and started the hot water in the bath tub. A half hour later she was clean and snug in warm pajamas and the relaxing confines of her bed. She quickly fell into a deep sleep. Right before she passed out, she realized that she actually had fun today, with Vegeta! 'That was a first', she thought, then the blackness overtook her.

I am so nervous! This is my first story! If you like please review, so I can decide to continue or not.