Okaaay, so here it is, my first DBZ fanific! After reading a few of them I decided to take a stab at writing one of my own. Let me know what you think! I will definitely try to get the chapters up as qucikly as possible. Thanks ^_^

Disclaimer: I, sadly, do not own DBZ. If I did, I would have undoubtebly made Vegeta the focus! :P

"Uh!"

How could she have the audacity?

"Uh!"

Did she forget who he was?

Uh!

The small Saiyan jumped up from this push ups, sweat glistening on his body as he angrily punched at the air. His mind swirling with the events that took place earlier that day…

He had been working out, nonstop for three days, when the gravity room decided enough was enough and shut down. The sudden decrease in gravity sent him flying into the ceiling as he dodged an energy blast, which blew up against the wall. Cursing under his breath in an alien tongue, he landed in front of the control panel. After smashing buttons on the control panel for a few minutes, the Saiyan decided to search for the blue haired banshee to fix it. Walking out of the gravity room, he searched for her weak ki. Upon finding out that she was in the lab he smirked, delighting in the idea of bothering her while she worked.

"Woman!"

The blue haired woman jumped, having been engrossed in the machinery in front of her. Vegeta smirked at how easy it was to scare her, but quickly reverted to his well known glare as she turned in her seat. He couldn't help but notice her eyes wander down to his unclothed chest before quickly returning to his icy stare. How could she not want to look? He thought to himself, stroking his already inflated ego.

"Geez Vegeta! At least knock before you come barging in! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" she said with her hand over her heart.

"The gravity room needs to be fixed." He stated, ignoring her comment and crossing his arms. Does this woman even know how to clean? He thought noticing the papers and machinery strewn about her work space.

Bulma rolled her eyes "Well you're gonna have to take a number, buddy." She said, crossing her arms and imitading his pose, "I'm still working on that bot you destroyed the other day and I've got a couple of other projects that need to get done."

"I'll give you until tomorrow to fix it" he countered, internally smiling as he saw her turn red in the face with anger and clench her small fists.

"Excuse you!" Bulma shouted jumping up to from her seat and storming up to Vegeta "But you will not tell me what to do!" she poked him in the chest.

"How to do it" Poke.

"Or when it will get done" Poke, poke.

Vegeta stood momentarily shocked; he hadn't expected this to happen. During their usual arguments, she would throw an insult or two at him, but never had she physically touched him. Not since his days under Frieza's rule, has anyone laid a finger on him, especially not a weakling human.

His shock was immediately replaced with anger.

"How dare you put your hands on me!" He shouted, clutching his fists "Do you know who I am? I am-"

"A clown!" Bulma retorted, interrupting him "Who thinks he can just come waltzing into my lab, giving me demands! Lest you forget you are my GUEST in MY home and I can kick you to the curb whenever I want!"

This woman had either bumped her head or conjured up some courage since the last time they argued. Regardless, he didn't care; all he knew was that this Earth woman had the audacity to insult him! The Prince of all Saiyans!

"Woman" Vegeta said between clenched teeth as he backed her up against her desk "I should kill you for your insolence"

Vegeta looked at her as she bit her lip, seeing the hesitation on her face before being replaced with something else: determination.

"And risk losing you precious gravity room?" He felt her hot breath on his ear as she leaned close to him "I knew you were an impatient man, Vegeta; I didn't think you were dumb as well. So if I were you, I'd turn around and walk that cute little tush of yours out of here and be happy that I'll even consider fixing anything for you"

Vegeta stood wide-eyed as Bulma pulled back smirking as she maneuvered away from him and sat in her lab chair, getting back to what she had been working on before. Vegeta's anger had quickly dissipated the second her breath reached his skin and his mind ran wild with what he would do to her. She must be a witch! He thought while shaking his head, ridding himself of his indecent thoughts. With a growl, Vegeta turned on his heels and stormed out of the lab.

"Thanks for dropping by!"

I should have blasted her!

Vegeta thought as he threw one last kick into the air. Believing that the woman had cast a short spell on him during their argument that morning, he thought it best he trained elsewhere. He took a moment to admire the destruction laid before him. Pine needles and branches littered the ground, as well as the few unlucky trees who had received the worst of Vegeta's anger. Singe marks could be seen on the trunks of trees still left standing, smoke coming out of their scars. His stomach growled, piercing the silence surrounding him. It was dark now and it had been a while since he had last eaten, however he hesitated on heading back to Capsule Corp. He didn't want to bump into the woman and risk having a repeat of this morning. Then again, if he decided to 'rough it out' he would have to hunt his meal, which would prove to be bothersome being that he scared them all away while training. With a sigh, Vegeta flew up into the sky heading in the direction of Capsule Corp. and thinking of ways to avoid the spell casting woman.

Bulma let out a sigh "I reaally don't feel like cooking" she said to herself while searching the refrigerator for any leftovers. I wonder if Vegeta's coming back. Augh! There's no way I'm cooking for his Saiyan appetite, I'll just order take-out. She thought as she slammed the fried door in frustration. Picking up the phone, she dialed the number of her favorite Chinese take-out. While on hold she leaned against the counter and looked at the pink on her freshly painted nails, admiring her handiwork. She wore a light pink tank top and hot pink boy shorts with a white trim to match her nails. She had finished Vegeta's bot not too long after he stormed out and took the free time to relax and primp herself; she even had enough time to straighten out her curly hair. Sure, she told Vegeta that she had other things to do, but she really just wanted some time to her self. She smiled to herself, thinking of how flustered he looked this morning when she refused to back down. She never thought she'd see the day when the Prince of all Saiyans would be left speechless. Her mind quickly wandered to the image of his body and the heat she felt from him while trapped between him and her desk; she shivered at the thought. Since the day she had first encountered the vertically challenged Saiyan on Namek, she had developed a slight crush. It was the main reason why she had been so quick to let him stay with her three months ago. Since then her crush had only deepened. Having always been around men who asked 'How high?' when she said 'jump,' his defiance and stubborness was quite refreshing and drew her in like a moth to a light. It also didn't help much that he always walked around without a shirt and those tight spandex shorts on, a majority of the time. Sure, she was still with Yamcha, but he always looked and flirted with other girls, so there was certainly nothing wrong with her doing the same. Plus, she never really flirted with Vegeta, it's not considered flirting if they don't flirt back she reasoned, but she sure as hell looked.

Snapped out of her thoughts by the unintelligible person on the line, she placed her order. As she hung up the phone, the back door swung open making her jump.

"Geez Vegeta!" She yelled, knowing immediately who it was and facing him "What did I say about scaring me to death?"

"I would only be so fortunate" he muttered as he walked over to the refrigerator, not once looking her way. "Woman, why is there no food?" He was bent over looking into the fridge, giving Bulma a nice view of his toned ass. She cocked her head to the side, admiring the view.

"Well, if you must know, I ordered take out. It should be here in about an hour, which is pretty fast considering how much food I ordered." Bulma walked over to the kitchen table, grabbing her Cosmo she had made earlier and leaned against the table. She watched as Vegeta grabbed a carton of orange juice and walk over to the cabinets to grab a cup. Even though he was covered in dirt and, what looked like, pine needles she couldn't help but think of how much more sexier it made him look. She opened her mouth to say something but stopped herself. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she planned to fix the gravity room first thing in the morning as he had asked, actually, demanded her to do.

"What's wrong with you?" Vegeta asked, taking notice of her opening and quickly closing her mouth, "Has that small brain of yours finally shut down and you've forgotten how to speak?" He smirked, filling his cup.

"No, Prince of all pain in the asses, I was going to say something but changed my mind" She said, taking the final sip of her Cosmo.

"Wise of you to bite your tongue around me, woman. Good to see you have some sense left in you" He responded, as he faced her leaning against the sink. As his eyes wandered over her body, he was immediately reminded of why he wanted to avoid her. Her shorts showed off her lean, long creamy legs and her tank top made it painfully obvious the she was not wearing a bra. He felt the blood rush to his loins at the sight of her, but he managed to keep himself under control. What is she doing to me?

Bulma, oblivious to the internal struggle of the man standing before her, slammed her empty cup on the table and put her hands on her hips.

"Well, I was going to tell you that I was gonna work on the gravity room tomorrow morning but" she crossed her arms bringing one arm up to tap her chin thoughtfully "Now that I think about it, I have a meeting in the morning. As a matter of fact, I might be busy all day" Narrowing her eyes and looking at the increasingly angry Saiyan "and possibly all week."

Vegeta glared at her trying his hardest not to crush the cup in his hands, nor ravish the defiant blue haired woman standing across from him "You should keep that sense about you and fix the gravity room in the morning."

Bulma let out a dramatic sign "I don't know Vegeta, company meetings are very important and very long. I usually get a bunch of paperwork at the end of each one. I'll see what I can do." With that she walked out of the kitchen, a look of triumph spreading over her face as she heard Vegeta crush his cup onto the counter.

So, what do you think of it so far? I actually have about five pages worth of this story handwritten down, front and back, (I'm studying to be a teacher and I have nothing else better to do while doing my 80 hours of observation!). I was planning to have my chapter one end on my fifth page, but after typing it up and seeing I had four pages, I decided to end it here. Read and review. I am definitely open to suggestions! The more you review the quicker I'll put up chapters :P