Disclaimer: I do not own anything Dragon Ball/ Dragon Ball Z / or Dragon Ball GT related. The picture for this cover belongs to clubs/dragon-ball-z/images/36466532/title/uncle-raditz-fanart. This story is only a fan made one (obviously) and is intended to further develop my favorite badass of badasses—Raditz since his character isn't very developed to me personally. Also, for my dear friend Jordan, there will be sugar coated lemon scenes of her favorite couple: Bulma and Vegeta. Oh, and this story is primarily in a third person point of view. Hope you like it all right! I'll shut up now.

Overcoming the Past

Lena groaned as she buried her head beneath the four pillows occupying the bed with her. The two love making loud mouths, with egos as obnoxious as the sounds they were making in the room beside her, absolutely refused to respect anyone else's ears that were being raped by the sounds echoing in close proximity from their bedroom.

Why? Why did I let Bulma talk me into moving in with her family here at Capsule Corp. instead of renting out my own place? Oh yeah, it was for the extra cash I would save, the free food I would have access to, and the family contact I longed for after living without it for so long; that's why. The young girl argued with herself.

The 5'6" twenty-two year old pulled at her long blonde hair anxiously while squeezing her deep green eyes closed. She didn't know how much longer she was going to be able to stomach the sex going on next door. She still couldn't believe that it had been only two years ago that she stumbled upon the job application she needed to turn her life around. The life of hard earned luxury that she had experienced before that…incident. Bulma had taken one look at her hand written application and hired her on the spot. Kami only knows why. She was even more surprised at the relationship her boss-slash-best-friend had going for nearly eight years with a mass murdering alien whose arrogance was bigger than he was tall. Not to mention their purple haired son who was always using and breaking her hair products. She sighed aloud. She had no reason to complain about any of them and mentally slapped herself for even thinking poorly about her open minded friend. If it wasn't for Bulma's insight to a person's true character instead of judging them based on outward appearances, she may not have gotten the job and Mr. Prince of all the Saiyans wouldn't be a respected leader of the human community; much less a father.

Two years for working as the chief mechanist for the billionaire and earning a paycheck she thought she would never dream of would never erase the memories of her past life slumming it up in the run-down garages repairing piece of shit vehicles after that…incident. She cried to herself as Bulma's moans intensified. The sound enticed Lena's recollections of offering more than just cash to keep the room at the rat-infested hell hole shelter she once called "home" into her mind again. She removed her hands from the pillow and folded her arms across her ever-swelling chest that had yet to stop growing well after puberty. She never would have believed that she would have used her larger-than-normal boobs to get a roof over her head or food on paper plates she would find in other peoples garbage. The truth of that was unsettling, especially when she thought about herself only being an eighteen year old teenager when it was at its worst. It was her talent at dismantling, repairing, building, and tinkering with anything mechanically related that got her into that nasty situation. It was that same talent that had saved her life and is now giving her another chance at creating a new future. In high school, she was revered as the future leader of engineering until she built…those.

No. YOU cannot carry all of that responsibility. All YOU did was build them. YOU didn't invent them! YOU didn't sketch out the blue print. YOU wouldn't have created the masterpieces of destruction if you had known what they were going to be used for! It was YOUR naivety and adolescent stupidity that could have destroyed the planet, but YOU are not solely responsible for those inventions. Far from it, in fact. Lena battled to herself.

She tried her best to think about the present and her optimistic future, but any thoughts were difficult to really dwell on with Bulma's headboard slamming against the wall.

Oh Kami. Please let this be over soon. Three nights in a row of no sleep because of them is starting to wear on me! Lena begged.

Meanwhile, Bulma was swimming with delight as her night progressed.

Vegeta had started it. Bulma was minding her own business, changing into her pale pink pajamas when the Saiyan broke the lock on her window for the hundredth time.

"There's a reason that window is locked and that the door to our bedroom remains open. I didn't realize your alien stupidity still clouded your ever-so-brilliant brain!" The blue haired girl screamed sarcastically at her intruder.

"Locking the window presents a challenge. Don't act like you weren't anticipating my magnificent skills at breaking and entering into the rooms of damsels in distress." He answered her with a deep, malicious voice.

He slowly prowled his way to the blushing woman and began his attack by placing his tongue on her left ear. He continued to lick a trail down the left side of her neck on towards the clavicle just above her breast. He then softly slid the pink silk top down to her waist so that his tongue could meet the perked target he wanted to taste. At that point, Bulma's feminine weaknesses began and the sounds of ecstasy ensued. Bulma smiled to herself knowing full well that the awesomeness she was about to experience was going to be absolute agony for her friend next door. This wasn't the first time she was grateful that her friend hated confrontation and was the most reserved human being she had ever encountered.

The headboard slammed against the wall as loudly and as roughly as Vegeta slammed into her. His hands tightly held her hips in place as she screamed into the pillow her face was smothered in. She used her elbows to hold herself together as her porcelain ass remained firmly up in the doggy-styled position her lover kept it in.

Next door, Lena silently gagged as she fought away the vision of what was happening in the room beside her. She couldn't believe that the two older adults could behave like that knowing that she was only a wall away from them. Thank Kami, once again, for their son's room being down stairs on the other side of the house. After two hours of listening to animal sounds erupting close by, she could not take the exposure anymore. She climbed out of bed, closed her bedroom door as quietly as she could manage, covered her ears, and ran as fast as she could across the hall and down the stairs. She did not release her ears until she was safely away from the madness she desperately wanted to escape.

She stopped by the refrigerator in the kitchen to find some snack before making her way outside and on to her Capsule Corp. garage shop. She bypassed any overnight security easily since she had been the one to install the guard robots almost immediately after getting hired. All the while, wondering what it would be like if she was in Bulma's shoes. When would she get the chance at love again? She glanced around her metal filled abode and smiled. Peace, quiet, and busywork. Everything that she needed to delete any negative thoughts she was having earlier. She picked up a mangled bot Vegeta and Trunks used in training and grabbed a few tools she required to pick it apart. Slowly, her thoughts drifted into the monotony of her work and allowed her haggard mind into sleep.

Like it? I hope you can't wait for this chick to meet the supposedly deceased Saiyan in the next chapter :D