Foreword

Mainly, this story deals with the romance between Bulma and Vegeta and the storyline takes place in the famous 3 years

BUT

There are new plots that promise suspense. Furthermore I guarantee for variety, from romance to action to humor – all within.

AND

Someday Vegeta has to make a decision between his future and past.

How will he decide?

Chapter 1 – An evening at Briefs'

Four long months have passed since everything had been at peace again and four long months since he had started to live with her. Any other woman would have had problems with living together with a killer, but not Bulma Briefs. She doesn't really like him at all but she wasn't afraid of him.
Okay, she admitted that she had been shaking in her boots on Namek, but here at home she has everything under control, she thought calmly.
If he acts up, she'll chew him out.

However, the poor Bulma didn't feel very well recently because some type of "midlife-crisis" caught her.

She wasn't in a relationship with Yamcha anymore and was really glad about it. But the self-opinionated prince dispossessed of her every nerve.
She permanently has to repair his GR or develop more fighting robotics.
Having to cook every day as well was really annoying and she couldn't remember when she last heard a "thank you" from Vegeta.

Sometimes she had a strange feeling, which actually feels like butterflies in her stomach. But in love? She? Never.
Bulma was tired of love and the situation that she had once had been involved. But those butterflies were contradictory to it. She doesn't like him, nor does she?

Tik-Tok Tik-Tok

Bulma looked tediously at the clock in her beautiful kitchen. The lunch she cooked today, steak and rice with a pickle, was frying in the pan. The smell of the lunch could be smelled through the whole house.

"Well. When will Vegeta be done with his training session? Stuff it! Mister "I am the greatest" will probably be training until late in the night." thought the clever developer.

Outside a huge thunderstorm was taking place. It was rumbling and lightning, the sound of the rain pattering on the window echoed. However, Vegeta was training calmly in his beloved GR.

"When Kakarott comes by next time, I will beat him. He won't have anything to laugh, at all. Deadly Cyborgs? As if! I'll stomp them in the trash can alike Kakarott! Pah!"

Today wasn't Vegeta's best day, the training sessions were really bad for his taste. Well, 23 000 push-ups certainly were nothing for the proud prince.

"Hopefully, the broad has prepared enough to eat." he thought but then…KAWUMMMMM.

A big bang resounded.

"VEGEEEEEEETAAAA!" screamed a well-known, female voice from the garden.

Suddenly Vegeta felt a friable feeling in his stomach, something that he had last time felt when he was on Namek. As fast as he could, he ran outside and saw Bulma panicking in front of a falling tree, which was falling in her direction.
Without hesitation he ran to the frightened woman and rescued her from the falling tree by carrying her away in his strong arms.
Yet, the tree fell smashing in the beautiful flowerbed.

The tenderly woman looked appalled and astonished at her rescuer. In fact, she screamed his name, but that HE really came to help her, the Saiyan who once killed her friends mercilessly… that was really something new. In a way, she felt comfortable in his strong arms but she pushed that feeling out quickly.

The rescuer, who had composed himself again, bellowed at her: "Can't you watch your steps? Don't be smug about that. How can you cook something for me, when you are hurt? You better watch out next time, because that won't happen again!"

Vegeta turned around and walked away. Poor Bulma was totally puzzled about Vegeta's eruption and her comfortable feeling in his arms. She straightened up and bellowed at him, too:

"Just because of YOU I went outside even though in bad weather! For carrying your laundered tracksuit in the house. Next time you can do your dirty, stinky laundry by yourself! I'm not your charwoman. You must be off your head!"

The usually good-humored woman wasn't so ardent any longer. No surprise, with that boldness.

However, the proud prince ignored the remark on purpose and went into the CC with his usual arrogance, to take a vapor-bath.

"Great! Now I can see how I get that stupid tree off my garden! This stupid guy…oh…why do I even care? But I must confess that he was my hero today. Maybe he does care about anyone except himself? Maybe he likes me? Damn, Bulma! He's still the same…a murderer." She went, still confused, out of the rain and into her modern house, then into the kitchen.

In the meantime, the black-haired prince was lying in the bathtub, which was filled with foam.

He leaned back his head, closed his eyes and enjoyed the smell of soap. The warm water let his muscles relax. He didn't just have a few. Indeed, he was a real muscleman.

The fighter thought about a special theme.

"Should I go to outer space? Maybe, I would do more progress there, better than on this miserable planet. At last, Kakarott doesn't laze around, too. This betrayer! How could he desert our people? He disgraced us and acted in collusion with those weaklings. And this is called Super-Saiyan, very funny!"

Somewhere else...

"Yes, Mum! I will be carefully, don't worry about me!" Trunks answered his mum and went into the time machine. The loop closed and Trunks pushed the red starter button.

"Hopefully, I won't be too late. But I have to warn father."

He hoped to get to the past to warn Vegeta of something important. However, it was not about the cyborgs.

(Comment: This Trunks is Mirai Trunks.)

At the CC again:

Meanwhile, Bulma laid the table since she knew that Vegeta would come out of the bathtub soon. And for sure he was a tremendous eater. A smile appeared on Bulma's face.

"I really ask myself this: why does Vegeta not get fat? He's such a greedy pig, just like Goku!"She laughed.

"Whatever… the main thing is that he keeps his sexy body! I would like to know how it looks under his tight pants… Damn, Bulma! Don't have those thoughts again! I think I'll go to sleep."

Concluding, the pretty woman wrote a note on pink paper with hearts on it to Vegeta, since he loved this color so much.

"Went to sleep. Enjoy your lunch! Please, try to keep the kitchen clean while eating. Or should I start teaching you good manners? Bulma." She went upstairs, really amused.

Well, it was very funny for Bulma when the skeptical prince was annoyed at her since she loved to make fun of him.

Almost at the same time, Vegeta got out of the bathtub and went into the kitchen, where the supper was waiting for him. He read the note, but he wasn't so amused. He smirked.

"Just you wait!" But as he smelled the aroma of the food, he forgot about that silly note and ate as much as he could.