AN: Well I don't know if any of you remember me from last time I wrote Dragon Ball Z stories...well I'm back for a story. I hope you all enjoy this and please review. Thank you for reading.

Disobeying Orders

Her blue orbs glared into his black ones as she sipped her coffee.

Vegeta frowned as he tore the meat from the chicken leg he was holding.

What was his problem?

Bulma stood, her cup in hand. "I'll eat later mom, I'm not very hungry right now. I'm going to the lab to work on more bots since someone destroyed the others."

Vegeta smirked as his eyes followed her until she vanished from the kitchen.

Bulma sighed, that man really irritated her. She allowed him to stay, gave him food and clothing. Her and her father even made the GR for him! But still, he demands more.

He really pissed her off.

Closing the door behind her, Bulma sat down and set her cup on the desk. She opened her book and tried to think of how she could improve the bots. She enjoyed creating things, just not the same thing every other day.

Bulma had to admit though, Vegeta was strong. Not as strong as Goku but strong.

Her thoughts were interrupted when a loud knocking came from the lab door. Spinning around, she watched the door slide open. A frown covered her lips once more as her eyes met with Vegetas again. "What is it now Vegeta?"

The Saiyan had a matching frown, "Woman. How long will it be until you have my bots ready?" He asked, his voice deep.

Bulma turned around and looked at her book, "we've been over this a million times Vegeta. It takes a while to advance them enough to you ability. Now be a good little Prince and leave me be so I can work."

Vegeta frowned and grabbed her chair, spinning her around with fire in his eyes. "Do not speak to me in that manner Wench." He spat.

Bulma frowned, "I could be working on your bots Vegeta, you're wasting my lab time."

Vegeta growled lowly, "you will finish those bots tonight. Or else." He threatened before storming out angered.

Bulma placed her hand on her pumping heart. That man did frighten her a little but she wasn't entirely afraid of him. He wouldn't kill her though, he needed her genius mind. Without her, he wouldn't have all those toys to play with.

Taking a sip of her coffee, she began drawing her blueprints and making her calculations.

Hours had passed and two cups of coffee later, she was typing away on her keyboard as she programmed the chips that would go into the bots.

A yawn escaped and Bulma stretched, what time was it? Her eyes moved to the clock, it read 1:36 A.M. Looks like Vegeta wouldn't be getting his bots.

Speaking of the said Saiyan, the door slid open again. "Woman, tell me you're finished."

Bulma didn't even look at him. "Not even close." She mumbled as she went back to typing.

Vegeta growled, "what did I say earlier?"

Bulma shrugged, "I didn't really listen that much." She smirked when hearing Vegeta huff and puff behind her, it really made her night.

Vegeta grabbed her chair, yanking her from the computer.

Bulma gasped and hit the floor while the chair hit the wall. "What the hell Vegeta!"

Vegeta grabbed her by her throat and held her up, "do not disobey me again." He ordered, listening to Bulma gasp as she clawed at his grip. "I could snap your neck as if it was just a twig," he growled before dropping her and then left the room.

Bulma coughed and held her throat, shaking slightly. That hurt... Anger built inside her, she was honestly ready to just destroy everything she had made for him but that would definitely get her killed.

Standing up, she fixed her chair and sat down, quickly finishing the chips.

He pissed her off... now she was going to make him wait until tomorrow. Right now, all she needed was some rest.

Heading over to the door, she flipped the light switch off and left her lab. Her stomach growled and she remembered that she had never ate dinner with her family.

Entering the kitchen, she washed her cup and yawned. For the past week, Vegeta had been demanding her for upgrades and improvements and she hadn't gotten much sleep. He was really killing her, why did she invite him to stay here?

Opening the fridge, her eyes scanned its contents. A smile formed when she noticed a carton of strawberries in the back.

"What are you doing?" A gruff voice asked behind her.

Bulma gasped at the sudden noise and shot up, hitting her head on the ceiling of the fridge. She groaned and glared at Vegeta, "what does it look like?" She hissed, rubbing the bump growing on her head.

Vegeta smirked, "it looks like your head hurts." He chuckled to himself, "wouldn't have happened if you were working on my bots."

Bulma rolled her eyes and grabbed the carton of strawberries. "Well I'm done working for tonight on them so tough cookies." She said as she took a seat, biting into a strawberry.

"Tough cookies?" Vegeta questioned, not understanding the meaning.

"Too bad," Bulma explained shortly as she sat back, eating another one of the small red fruits. She frowned when seeing Vegeta staring at her, "what?"

Vegetas eyes looked into hers, watching as she got uncomfortable under his stare. "What did I tell you earlier?" He said as he leaned against the fridge.

Bulma glared at him, "let me try to get this through your thick skull Vegeta. I'm not scared of you. Yes, I know you can kill me in less than a second but, I'm not scared of you."

Vegeta smirked, "that's too bad." He then walked over and snatched the carton from her. "You're making very impatient Woman... I hope you know what you're doing." He said, eating a strawberry and then headed out, probably to train in the GR again.

Bulma frowned, what an ignorant Prince. Standing up, she went upstairs and headed to her bedroom. Another yawn escaped her lips and she quickly undressed. Putting PJ's on, she fell onto her bed and closed her eyes. Pulling the blanket closer to her, sleep quickly took over.

A/N: So there is the first chapter. How did I do? If you enjoyed, leave a review and favorite it! Thanks for reading.