By Fate, We Fell in Love

Hello! I'm backkkkk! I know I should be finishing up my story Ten…but DragonBall Z is my first and true love. I've often wanted to do a 3 years story but nothing seemed just right. After reading what seems like 2 million of them, I finally gotten something together that sound logical to me.

Chapter 1: Titanium

You shoot me downnnn.

But I won't fall.

I am titaaaniiiiummm!

Titanium- David Guetta feat. Sia

Bulma turned the monitor, face still contoured showing her hurt. She immediate started frowning. Jerk! She stomped away from the living room, walking in to the kitchen where her mother stood, making Vegeta some snacks. Mrs. Briefs was making sandwiches, smiling and humming sweetly. Bulma sat at a seat at the island in the middle of the kitchen with a thump, causing her mother to look up at her.

"Hi Bulma. What's the matter? Yamcha cancelled on a date?" Mrs. Briefs said, still smiling, still not opening her eyes. Bulma rolled her eyes. Why did her mother always assume that Yamcha was the prime subject of her hate and rage?

"No, I haven't talked to him since last night. It's that arrogant ouji no Saiyan…" Bulma said with venom in her voice. Mrs. Briefs tilted her head slightly to the right.

"Why? Oh, I hope you didn't disturb him while he was sleeping! You know he had a bad accident a few days ago. He needs his rest," her mother scolded.

"He's not sleeping Mother," Bulma said, getting irritated now with Mrs. Briefs. "That pompous idiot is out there training in the remodeled room that nearly caused his death. I was simply trying to tell him that he shouldn't be training right now and offered my advice and concern and he yells at me to leave him alone," Bulma seethed, getting upset again. "That MAN is driving me insane!" Bulma screamed out.

"Oh sweetie, he's just a driven man. You can't reason with him. When he realizes he's hurting himself more than he helping himself, he will come back in," her mother said, smiling at her finished snacks. "And when he does, he'll have these delicious treats waiting for him!" Mrs. Briefs smiled proudly. Bulma shook her head, grabbing a sandwich.

"Doubtful." She muttered. Dr. Briefs walked in the kitchen, with an unlit cigarette in his mouth and his black kitten named Kitty on his shoulder. He was looking at the news with interest.

"Hmm. Did you hear about Tech Nano, Bulma? Seems like they are going bankrupt. How unfortunate." Dr. Briefs said, placing the article in front of Bulma. She simply peered at it with little interest.

"That's nice, Dad." she mumbled. Dr. Briefs walked over to the coffee pot to make himself a fresh cup.

"Honey, is this a fresh brew?" he asked his wife.

"Yes. Just made it about 10 minutes ago." Mrs. Briefs commented. Dr. Briefs proceed to make his cup, adding sugar and cream which sat next to the coffee. He took a sip, looking out the window to see the gravity machine was powered up.

"Is Vegeta in there?" Dr. Brief asked curiously, peering out the kitchen window. "That boy. Doesn't he realize what shape he's in right now?"

"THAT what I told him, and he went all ape on me!" Bulma said. Dr. Briefs chuckled a bit.

"Now that's what I call determined." He chuckled again, walking back out the kitchen to his lab. Bulma let out an 'hmph' and put her focus on the view of the Gravity Room outside the kitchen window. Stubborn, arrogant asshole. Bulma kept pouting, wishing she had something better to do than wishing she could mentally blow up the very machine and man that was keeping her insanity at an all-time high. His determination is what would be his death!

Vegeta managed to get off the floor shortly after the monitor turned off. He felt a bit bad for yelling at Bulma but at least it got her to leave him in peace. Taking in a few deep breaths, he began fighting invisible opponents again. He was going to turn into a Super Saiyan, even if it killed him. That's why they made the Dragon balls right? Vegeta flew up, ignoring the pain in his side from fractured ribs. He powered up a small ki ball, much smaller than the one that almost killed him in the explosion and set it off to hit the droids to practice dodging. Either his injury was slowing him down or Vegeta sent this ki ball out quickly, but it was hard avoiding getting hit. He zoomed right, left, up, left, down, up, right, left, right, down, up, down, up, left, right, down, right, up, left. He was barely keeping up when suddenly he was hit from behind, right in his back. He hit the ground hard, and painfully. Vegeta squinted his eyes closed, trying to wish the pain away. Maybe that woman was right- no! I'm the prince of all Saiyans! I can work through the pain! At least that's what he thought. His fracture ribs seemed to have been injured further with the fall he just endured. He tried getting up but a shot a pain echoed through his mid-sections, causing him to groan out and lay back on the ground. He grabbed his side, gritting his teeth and tried getting up again. This time, it went a lot more smoothly. He was breathing heavily and attempting to slow his breaths, as he felt the pain increase with his breathing. He didn't want to admit it, but maybe that woman was right. Vegeta stood straight up, going against his body and powered up. He attempted the dodge play again, only to have the same results. Once again, he laid on his back, arms and legs sprawled out, breathing hard and in a lot of pain. His eyes were closed. He mentally was trying to make his body move but with the pain and the gravity at 400x Earth's gravity, he could barely move. Damn you woman… Vegeta wished Bulma had installed voice control on this thing. He was going to be on that floor for a while.

Bulma was back in the living room, doing what she has been doing since they got news of the androids coming: watching TV. It was driving her mad. She wished she was needed in some kind of way. She turned her head towards the porch patio door when she heard someone coming in them. She saw Vegeta, who was still covered in bandages, walking in. He didn't seem to notice her because he went straight into the kitchen without shooting her a rude comment or giving her some acknowledgement like he normally did. She observed him dragging himself into the kitchen. She half way thought to leave the asshole to his own devices but part of her told her to go check on him. After a moment's time, she got up and headed towards the kitchen. She walked around the corner and saw Vegeta sitting at the island, eating the meal Mrs. Briefs left for him. She could see it in his face that he was in pain. Bulma stood in the doorway, just observing the prince. His scowl never left that face, even as he enjoyed the food. It never did. If anything, it was stronger now because he was in pain. Bulma looked at his skin, it was perfectly tanned. She often wondered if he was tanning behind her back or was his skin just that tone that many sit under tanning beds hours a week to achieve. She also wondered if he knew she was standing there-

"What do you want?" Vegeta said, turning to the side to look at her. Bulma sucked in her breath. Of course, he would know she was standing there, he always knew.

"I was just checking on you." Bulma said, walking towards him. He responded with a grunt, eyes returning back to his meal. Bulma sat adjacent from the prince, leaning her head on her hand, elbow on the table. Her stare was out of focus, looking at something off to the right of Vegeta. Vegeta kept eating, ignoring her presence, finding it hard to breathe again. He winced a bit from the pain he felt in his ribs but he kept eating, trying to ignore the feeling. Bulma glanced at him, worry painted on her face. She wanted to ask him if he was feeling ok but judged against asking him. It would be better for everyone if she kept her words to herself. Bulma got up from the island and walked out the kitchen. When she was gone, Vegeta looked up curiously. Was she just giving up? He was surprised that she didn't start nagging him about his condition and bitching at him for yelling at her. It didn't really matter. As soon as he finished his meal, he was getting in that bed and getting the rest he really needed. Another sharp pain passed by his abdomen, making him wince again. Well, with this pain, he would try and sleep.

A few minutes passed before Bulma returned. This time she had on gloves and a medical kit. Vegeta looked at her curiously. He watched her set the kit down on the counter. She pulled out a needle and a vial with a bandage. Vegeta frowned, not wanting her to poke and pry at him. He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the blue haired heiress.

"Don't start with me. It'll help you sleep tonight." Bulma said sternly. Vegeta's scowl grew deeper. How dare she talk to a Saiyan elite like that? A man of Royalty! But he kept his mouth shut and simply pouted. He did want to rest. Bulma smiled with her back to Vegeta. She was proud at how well he took her orders. She knew it was because he really wanted the help but she would bask in the authority she felt. She filled the syringe with 10 ml of the vial. Rethinking, she grabbed another syringe, filling it with 10 ml. She was dealing with a Saiyan.

"This is oxy-morphine. It's a very powerful pain killer. This should kill any pain you have and help you get some sleep tonight. You may feel really groggy in the morning. But then again, you may not. Considering that you are a Saiyan." Bulma said, turning around with the syringes. She changed the needles from the bigger filter needle to a smaller one. She walked up to Vegeta, who just simply watched her movements. She cleaned the meaty part of his shoulder with an alcohol wipe for about 15 seconds. She quickly stuck him with the first needle, pressing on the top to dispense the medication. After removing the needle, she wiped the insertion spot again with the alcohol pad.

"I already have set up the other needle. Just in case this dose didn't work, another 10 ml should do." Bulma said, handing Vegeta the second needle and an alcohol pad. Seeing that he wasn't bleeding, she put the bandage away and went back to the medical kit. She changed the dressing on his forehead quickly, both of them in complete silence. The silence, however, wasn't uncomfortable. It was relaxing and peaceful. They weren't trying to kill each other or out argue the other. When Bulma was done changing any dressings that were bloody, she packed up the kit and removed her gloves. She smiled at Vegeta, who looked much more comfortable since the medicine went to his blood system quickly.

"There. That wasn't so bad?" Bulma said questionably. Vegeta, of course, didn't respond. She smiled again, turning on her heel. "Good night Vegeta." she said, walking out the kitchen. She was a bit taken back when she heard him mumble out.

"Thanks…goodnight." Bulma smiled harder. She knew this moment of kindness, if you call it that, wouldn't last and was probably from the medication, but she didn't want to spoil it either, so she continued back upstairs to talk to Yamcha before heading to bed.

The next morning, Vegeta gave himself the other shot Bulma had left for him before heading downstairs for breakfast. As he was walking down the stairs, he began to feel better. He went straight into the kitchen to be greeted by Bulma's mother and the smell of bacon.

"Good morning, Vegeta!" Mrs. Briefs said, putting some cooked bacon on a plate with the already cooked bacon. Vegeta reached over and took a piece before sitting down. "Oh, before I forget, Goku brought these over here earlier." Mrs. Briefs said, pulling 3 beans out her apron pocket. She put them in Vegeta's hands before she began babbling on. "He showed up, just popped up in the kitchen. Almost scared me to death! That Goku is such a sweet boy. Sweet and handsome!" Mrs. Briefs said, returning to her cooking. Vegeta frowned, knowing that afro-haired woman had something to do with this morning visit. He left the kitchen temporarily, not without grabbing some more bacon first, off to find Bulma.

Vegeta banged on her door, expecting to see a drowsy, upset woman with hair everywhere. That's what she normally looked like at 8:30 in the morning when she was sleeping in. When she finally did open the door, she was still in a towel, her hair was wet and wavy around her face and shoulders but she still had the expected upset look on her face. Vegeta was taken back a second. She actually looked a lot more gorgeous with her hair down than in that stupid afro. Vegeta was snapped out his thoughts by Bulma's loud voice.

"What the hell do you want? You don't have to bang on my door, I'm not deaf!" Bulma exclaimed, quite upset with Vegeta interrupting her as she was trying to get dressed and banging on her door. He almost forgot why he had come up there in the first place. He opened his hand, showing her the senzu beans. Bulma eyed the items in his hand before frowning again.

"So you are showing me that you have senzu beans? Congradu-fucking-lations." Bulma growled.

"So you called that 3rd class idiot and told him to bring me these!? I don't need you or anyone else to bother in my affairs and telling them to that Kakarot!" Vegeta barked out.

"What do you mean? I didn't call anyone! And last time I check, it was me meddling in your 'affairs' that got you out that rubble after you almost blew yourself up!" Bulma yelled back. She thought that maybe Yamcha had called and told Goku what happened. But then again, Yamcha hated Vegeta and probably wanted him dead so he definitely hadn't called.

"I told you to leave me be! I never asked for your help!" Vegeta countered.

"Well if I didn't, you probably would have died from internal injuries! Then who would have been haunting me for the rest of my life because I didn't try to save them?"

"I don't want or need your concern, Woman." Vegeta said, turning on his heel.

"MY NAME IS NOT WOMAN YOU ASS!" Bulma yelled.

"Well, how about BITCH?" Vegeta yelled, continuing to walk.

"Your MOM'S a BITCH!" Bulma yelled back, slamming her door to make a point. Yup, the kindness definitely didn't last. Asshole. Angry, Bulma walked over to her phone. She was going to find out what happened and get that pain in the ass to apologize to her. Picking up the cordless phone, she quickly dialed the Son's phone. It rang 3 times before someone picked up.

"Hello, Son's residence." Gohan's voice was heard.

"Hi Gohan it's Bulma. Is your father around?" Bulma asked.

"Oh, hi Bulma!" Gohan exclaimed. "Let me go get him. He's eating breakfast." Gohan said. She could hear him walking into the next room. It was muffled but she could hear him telling Goku that she was on the phone for him. A few seconds later, she heard Goku's voice.

"Hiya Bulma." Goku said.

"Hi Goku. I was just calling to ask you a question." Bulma said, sitting at her vanity, not wanting her bed to get wet from her skin and hair.

"Sure thing!"

"You came here earlier today?" Bulma asked.

"Oh yeah. I picked up some senzu from Korin. I figured that I would give everyone some for emergencies, especially Vegeta. I really figured he might almost kill himself a couple times." He was right on the mark. "We all need every chance we get to prepare for the androids." Goku said. Bulma began to frown and her lips curled into a snarl.

"Ok thank Goku. That's all I wanted to know. Talk to you later." Bulma said. Goku told her bye before she hung up the phone. She threw off her wet towel and started getting her clothes on. She was going to give Vegeta the cursing of his life.

Vegeta had returned back to the kitchen to find Mrs. Briefs had made his plates already. She was enjoying her food and smiled when Vegeta started eating his. He didn't understand why she was so fascinated with him. It kind of creeped him out. Regardless, he dug into his food. She was a great cook so he could deal with the awkwardness for meals. He was half way done with his food when Bulma came stomping in. She was wearing clothes now. A thin strap sun dress, sandals, and wavy hair. She finally did away with that damn afro puff. She, however, did not look happy.

"For your information, Vegeta. I called Goku and he just happened to bring those senzu beans over. He gave them to everyone, in case of emergencies!" Bulma yelled at Vegeta, her face about 10 inches from his. Vegeta frowned at her. He was annoyed with her yelling and that she was doing it inches from his face.

"So?" he said, moving away from her to create some space. She stood straight up, her arms folded across her chest.

"So you owe me an apology."

"Kakarot will understand sarcasm before that happens."

"Vegeta! I'm serious! You had no right coming to me like you did earlier over something that wasn't my fault!" Bulma started yelling again. Her mother simply kept eating. She was becoming used to the two bickering. It was kind of cute to her.

"I'm not giving you a pathetic apology, you harpy."

"Would it KILL you to call me by my real name?"

"I did earlier. Bitch. Remember?"

"I FUCKIN-" Bulma was cut off by her father, who suddenly appeared in the kitchen.

"Bulma, is that anyway to speak to your guest?" He said, kissing his wife on the cheek and sitting next to her to eat his pre-set breakfast.

"He started it!" Bulma yelled, pointing her finger at the prince. Vegeta smirked and leaned back in his chair.

"Last time I checked, you came in the kitchen yelling at ME." he said with humor in his voice. Bulma looked as if she was going to jump on Vegeta when the door bell rung. Bulma composed herself, remembering why she was up and dressed in the first place. She gave Vegeta a death look.

"I don't have time for this. I have a date to get to." Bulma said, still giving Vegeta the same look. Yamcha was let in the house by a maid. He came in the tension-filled kitchen smiling.

"Hey babe. Hey Dr. Briefs, Mrs. Briefs" Yamcha said, kissing Bulma's cheek. She smiled at Yamcha. Yamcha glared at Vegeta. "Vegeta." Vegeta just stared at him with his permanent scowl.

"Weakling." He said, returning to his meal. Yamcha rolled his eyes, looking back at his girlfriend. "Ready to go?" Bulma gave Vegeta one more death look that said 'I will deal with you later' and turned on her heel to leave out with Yamcha. Vegeta watched them leave the kitchen and heard the door shut. She's pathetic, dating such a weak individual.

Bulma returned to the house around 4:00pm. She wasn't in the best of moods. Not because she was still angry at Vegeta, but her date wasn't the best in the world.

Flashback

Bulma and Yamcha decided to shop down Carter Avenue and enjoy the day down there. Carter Avenue was filled with clothing stores and restaurants and other shopping stores. Yamcha was the one who planned to spend the day together. Since the news of the killer androids, he followed in the other Z warriors' footsteps and has been training intensively. He really picked up the training after he attempted Vegeta's gravity machine and almost was squished to death by the 300x Earth's gravity simulation. He was not at Vegeta's level and he wished he was. He saw how Bulma admired Vegeta's determination and strength. He just wanted her to admire him in the same way. Since then, he had barely spent any time with Bulma and he could tell that she was becoming lonely and bored so he took the day to spend with her, to remind her that he was training so hard to stay alive for her.

The day was going well. They went for brunch at Julep's and enjoyed the peace and each other. After eating, they went shopping and Bulma, of course, bought a few new things and even gave Yamcha a show in the fitting room. The two of them were having a grand time until they passed a sport store. Yamcha was a famous baseball player, being the best homerun hitter and fastest runner the league had ever seen. He was all over the store. Bulma laughed and commented on all the fan paraphilia the store had from his baseball jersey to posters to bobble heads. Yamcha started blushing, trying to brush off the fact that he was famous. He was retired now, but he was still receiving invites for fundraisers, commercials, and signings. As they were standing outside the store, seeing his face all over everything, a bunch of young college girls were walking past. One of them happened to notice him and squealed out.

"Oh my gosh! You're Yamcha Rekishiyoma!" one of the girls with blonde hair yelled out. The other two turned to look at him and squealed in excitement. Bulma watched the display of the young girls, screaming and jumping. Yamcha laughed nervously, one hand behind his head. Next thing Bulma knew, the girls swarmed Yamcha and she was outside this circle of spazzing girls. Bulma's jaw dropped as she watched the pathetic display of affection these college girls were giving him. 'So, Yamcha is going to act as if I'm not standing here?!'

"You're like the hottest ex-baseball player ever! Like you're still hot!" the one with pink hair exclaimed.

"I know! I know! I can't believe it's you! I have your posters all over my walls!" the last one who was a brunette said. Bulma stood off the side of Yamcha as the girls surrounded him, asking for an autograph and to take pictures with them, pulling out their smartphones, snapping photos with him. Bulma was disgusted with the display. She was their age once and probably would of done the same but it was the lack of acknowledge of her presence that was truly pissing her off.

"Wow, thank you so much!" the blonde exclaimed, looking at her phone with all the pictures she just taken.

"No problem ladies." Yamcha said with a confident smile. The brunette strolled over by his side, batting her eyes, grabbing a hold of his upper arm.

"You wouldn't happen to be dating anyone right now would you? Because I would love to go on a date with you this Friday night." she said, smiling seductively. This was the last straw.

"Yes! He happens to be seeing someone! Me! His GIRLFRIEND!" Bulma exclaimed, yelling. She seemed to grow a few feet and loomed over Yamcha and the girl. The girl jumped back, shocked at what just occurred.

"Sorry, lady." the girl said, still looking shocked and scared. She looked at Bulma a bit harder. "Oh! I know you! You're Bulma Briefs! I put in an application for an internship there!" the girl said, smiling. Bulma glared deadly at the girl that made the girl stop smiling and cower under her friends.

"Oh really? Consider than application denied." Bulma said, walking off, leaving the scared girls and a frighten Yamcha. Yamcha was standing there blinking for a moment before he ran after Bulma. The three girls took this chance to scurry off. Bulma was walking quite ran, face still red with anger and a very Vegeta-like frown. She crossed the street just in time because Yamcha was stopped by a red light. 'The nerve of him! And those hussies! Unbelievable!' Bulma thought as she continued down the street, towards a small park. Yamcha finally caught up to Bulma, getting in front of her, blocking her way.

"Bulma! Wait! Why are you mad? I didn't do anything!" Yamcha exclaimed. Bulma slightly growled, scaring Yamcha.

"You let those girls jump all over you and touch all over you like I wasn't standing there!"

"It wasn't on purpose!"

"You could have easily acknowledged me and the fact that I am your girlfriend! But did you? NO! You let those girls treat you like a piece of steak and they were hungry dogs!"

"I'm sorry Bulma but it wasn't like that! Really!" Bulma just stared at Yamcha.

"I'm going home. You should probably get back to your training." Bulma said, walking around Yamcha. He turned and looked at her, watching her walk away.

Bulma walked off most of her anger. She could have taken a capsule car out her pocket and drove home but she was only 15 minutes walking distance away from her home. She was still irritated, however. She hated when Yamcha acted as if he was the victim all the time. He could have easily avoided the entire situation. But Yamcha was being the attention whore he always is, no surprise there.

"You break a man out of his fear of women and now he thinks he all that because women like him! Give me a break! Ugh!" Bulma said, stomping through the house to the stairs.

She stomped up the stairs into her room. The house was awfully quiet, considering it was 4:00 pm. Her mother probably went shopping; her father probably was at some Capsule Corp meeting and Vegeta, well, where's else would he be? Bulma walked in her room, slamming her door shut and plopped on her bed. Back to being bored and lonely again. She halfway wanted to call Yamcha and let him apologize again and have him take her out to dinner. But Bulma Briefs did NOT back down so easily. Instead, she laid on her pillows, looking out her balcony window. She had a perfect view of the backyard, which included the Gravity Machine. She adjusted herself propped on her pillows. She could see the red glow from the windows. She imagined Vegeta had taken the senzu bean and was too happy to get back to work. She found herself thinking about Vegeta. She imagined he was sweating, shirtless, working himself to death in those tight blue athletic shorts…he had a nice butt in those shorts. Hell, he had a nice everything. His abs, oh you could shave lamb meat off those abs. His arms were so muscle packed and strong. Bulma could stare at his beautiful body all day long. From his chiseled pecs down to his full calves. It was all so amazing. It was too bad he didn't have the attitude to match his beautiful looks. His attitude was disgusting. Bulma rolled on her back, looking at the ceiling. Bulma thought about how defensive Vegeta becomes, how he reacts to care, and how stubborn he was when it came to taking care of himself. She wondered what kind of treated could he had gone through with Frieza to turn him into such a heartless creature. She remembered having a conversation with Gohan who told her about Vegeta's last minute confession as he was dying about how Frieza made him who he was. It was no excuse, however, to be rude and act as she was his slave. That was from being a spoiled, feared prince. Bulma let out a sigh. Vegeta was occupying too much of her thoughts. She should have been thinking about her relationship with Yamcha, not the sexy asshole she invited in her home. She heard the room turn off which probably meant Vegeta was getting out to grab a snack or something. Part of her didn't care and part of her was in for another argument. She let her reasonable side kick in and continued to lay in her bed thinking until the sun began to set.

Around 10 pm, Bulma had showered and was sitting in front of her vanity mirror, brushing her hair before bed. She heard footsteps coming up the stairs so she assumed it was Vegeta returning from training. He walked passed her bedroom without a word, straight into his bedroom, closing his door. Bulma let go of the breath she unknowingly was holding, looking out her door into the dark hallway. She halfway hoped he would come back out and pass her room again to give her a reason to fight with him. She deliberately brushed her hair slower, waiting. After about 5 minutes, she figured he was in for the night. She always had tomorrow to bother and argue with him over nothing. She got up and shut her own door, turning off the lights and going straight to bed.

Alrighty! I hope everyone enjoyed that thoroughly. I have 4 chapters already written and is currently working on the 5th one. That's how I like to do things =). Please review! Thank you!