AN: Hi everyone! I'm a really old writer here who's written some bad stories here while I was young and naive! Since I was reliving my childhood, I decided to write a new story for one of my favorite couples of all time! So here it is!

This will probably end up being a TWOSHOT (Two chapters only) and will contain a LEMON. If you are highly offended by those, please don't read parts of the second chapter. I will warn you when it will begin so you can quickly scroll over it.

Title: Watching Her Sleep

Characters: Bulma/ Vegeta

Genre: Romance/ Drama

Time: 3 missing years in between the Frieza Saga and the Cell Saga. Roughly 13 months since Vegeta moved in with Bulma.

Location: The Home of the Briefs Family

RATING: M for Mature Teens and Older. This story contains harsh language and sexual themes.

Disclaimer: Dragon Ball Z is owned by Akira Toriyama. Please support the official release. If I owned this, why would I be posting it here of all places?

Three weeks. Three weeks had passed since the blue-haired genius and scar-faced fighter spoke to each other. Amazingly a small mistake could tumble into a huge argument of false- and some true- accusations due to jealousy. It had also been three weeks since Bulma fixed the Gravitation Chamber, which resulted in her accidentally forgetting her date with Yamcha that night. She walked out of the GR just in time to be confronted by her very angry boyfriend claiming that she was acting as if he wasn't the important one in her life anymore. Her efforts to convince him were in vain as he stormed out of the house, leaving an aggravated Bulma behind. Of course, they had fights before, but these were mended in only a few hours, days, or weeks. With this in mind, exactly 18 hours later Bulma picked up the phone in hopes of speaking with Yamcha, and instead hearing a feminine, flirtatious voice on the other side of the phone. Since then Bulma had never bothered to talk to him again, no matter how many times Yamcha tried to contact her. After two days he understood; this time it was over. Bulma's mother, Bunny, took the role of messenger through the phone calls and comforter, for that was the day she also baked her daughter a special plate of her favorite double chocolate chip cookies and reminded her that there was always a "better, more handsome" man in her life.

No doubt she was referring to the hostile warrior living with them in their home.

It had also been three weeks since Bulma came across the Saiyan Prince. That morning he reported to her that the GR had been overexerted and required updating. Her options were either bickering with him until she complied, or getting the task out of the way early. The former was obviously what she planned on doing, but a voice in the back of her head convinced her to go with the latter. It was only until later did she realize that the voice was attempting to remind her of her appointment with Yamcha.

Yet her house guest had driven her crazy from day 1. No doubt he drained Bulma of her food stock and her patience, but she was prepared for that. The genius avoided him when needed, which wasn't difficult to accomplish. He spent the majority of his day training with short breaks to sleep, shower, or eat the enormous meals Mrs. Briefs prepared for him, and Bulma spent most of her time working on new plans in the lab to prepare herself for when she would take over Capsule Corp. Currently that was where Bulma found herself: in the lab, working on new prints. Due to her mind wandering, she assumed that it was time to call it a night, and one look at the clock reassured her of that.

"It's 1 AM already?" she mused aloud. Grumbling, she pushed her seat away from the desk so that she could stand up and stretch. Her parents were definitely in slumber land and if the cranky Saiyan wasn't in bed by now he would be soon. Bulma made her way to the kitchen as silently as she could to qualm her parched throat before heading off to bed. Her kitchen counter had a different idea for her though when she bumped her hip into the corner of the counter top. "Ouch!" Quickly realizing her mistake, she slapped a hand over her mouth while the other rubbed her pained side. At the same moment the one she least wanted to see at that moment entered the room.

Shocked cerulean orbs met cold onyx ones when the intruder asked, "Can you be any louder, woman?" A white towel was loosely hanging around his neck and sweat glistened his muscular chest and chiseled abs. His tight spandex shorts hugged his thighs and were beginning to rip, showing how hard he exerted himself during his workouts.

"Vegeta," she growled, "for your information, it's not like I wanted to do that. Any chance you want to make me feel better?" This was one of the moments Bulma loved. The look of pure shock and frustration at her flirtatious jokes let Bulma know that she had gained the advantage in their little disputes and the lack of confrontations between the two lately made her victory even sweeter.

"Pathetic woman, I have no time to deal with your stupidity," he retorted and stomped out of the room.

Bulma couldn't help but smile at the sight of his retreating back. 'Wish I kept a scoreboard...'

At 7 AM the next morning the sun's rays were peeking through Bulma's window and the sound of birds chirping merrily were filling the room. To any normal person, this day would be beautiful, but for Bulma...

"About time, woman," came the gruff voice of the angry Saiyan standing next to her bed.

"How long have you been standing there?" came Bulma's groggy reply, still too tired to argue with him.

"Since I turned on the Gravity Machine and found out that it didn't work."

Finally. Bulma was warmed up enough to raise her voice. "You broke it again? What did you do this time?"

"How should I know, woman? I'm not the one who built the damn thing! It's stuck at 1g and I can't get it up at all."

"Well how do you expect me to fix it when you come barging in here?" Bulma threw off her covers and sat on the edge of the bed. She was wearing a simple pink camisole and short white cotton shorts. Her outfit did not go unnoticed by Vegeta. "Hello?" Bulma waved her hand in front of his face when she realized that he was no longer "with it".

"Put some clothes on, woman. Do you know how indecent you are?"

Bulma bound up from her bed to meet him face to face. "Excuse me? I'm not the one walking around the house in barely anything every minute of the fucking day!"

"I do this because I know you like looking at me like this." Vegeta smirked, knowing that would strike a nerve.

"I- You- I do not!" Bulma retorted. "And you are beginning to lose your GR privileges."

"Please, woman, you know the only reason I'm staying here on this mud ball planet is because of that thing."

"Listen to me. One, my name is Bulma, two, there is no way you're going to ditch us after all I've done for you, and three, there are many other planets that are much worse than Earth!"

"Oh really? Name one."

It only took a couple of seconds to find an answer for that question. "Namek."

Vegeta chuckled and crossed his arms. "Well, there are certainly worse places then that wasteland."

Bulma placed her hands on her hips. "It was still awful for me!"

"Really, woman? I died on that planet. I'm sure there isn't anything that can compare to that."

The blue-haired woman hesitated for a few moments before speaking in a softer voice. "I got turned into a frog." And then the most unpredictable thing happened. He laughed. Vegeta threw his head back and let out the most carefree, enjoyable sound he ever made.

"That is rich, woman!" His laughter began to die down as he spoke. "I can't believe it! Ginyu have found you. I knew that something good would come out of not squishing him!"

"Well if you're done laughing at my previous misfortune can you please get out of my room?" Bulma started walking to her door but was met with the equivalent of a brick wall. "Let me go." She straightened herself up so her blue eyes filled with fire were at the same level as his calm onyx ones.

"I believe we're forgetting something," Vegeta said in a softer voice.

"And what would that be?"

He leaned in close to her ear so that she could feel his warm breath on her neck, causing shivers to take over her whole body. "There's a Gravity Room that needs fixing and it's the best thing to use if we ever want to live once those androids come." And suddenly it was over as soon as it came. The next thing she knew he was in the hallway walking down the stairs. "Make sure it can handle 500g!"

She clenched her fists and screamed as loud as she could. "ASSHOLE!"

"Honey, aren't those two the cutest together?" Dr. and Mrs. Briefs were in the kitchen where they could hear the last exclamation from Bulma's room upstairs. Bunny was making breakfast for the rest of the household while Dr. Briefs was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper with the tiny black cat clinging to the back of his white lab coat. At the sound of his wife's question, Dr. Briefs lowered the newspaper to give her a questioning look, but she was already focusing again on her pancakes.

'Sometimes I just don't understand her way of seeing things...'

"Where is that woman?" growled Vegeta. It had been three hours since she had woken up and his GR still hadn't been touched. He had been meditating on the lawn all this time and now he was getting impatient. Searching for her ki, he finally found that she was in her lab. "That's it!" Vegeta stormed off towards her but not long after there was a quick change in her ki. It was now extremely weak, even for her. Without thinking he took off like a shot and finally found her unconscious, no doubt from one of her inventions gone wrong. She would need medical help fast considering parts of her hands and arms were burned. The lab was trashed, and it looked like she was lucky to just be burned from the miniature explosion she had created. He did the only thing he could think of. The Saiyan scooped her up carefully into his arms and hurried to find her mother...

Her sleeping figure was as beautiful as her lively one. Her blue hair was splayed out on the pillow and her chest rose and fell as she slept. Bandages were wrapped around her arms and an oxygen mask was aiding her breathing. The Saiyan Prince recognized this situation, as he had been in her place not that long ago. Except she had been sleeping when he woke up.

Bulma's eyes shut as soon as they opened due to the sudden brightness. She groaned and this time opened them even slower. Her head turned to the side to find a frozen Vegeta, unsure of what he should do.

"Vegeta? What happened?" Her voice was coarse after she shrugged off the oxygen mask. Although she was lethargic and thirsty, the rest of her felt fine.

"How should I know? You didn't show up to fix the GR so I came and found you."

"Oh, that's right!" She sat up in her bed quickly, ignoring her tired muscles and the sharp pains that ran up her arms. She remembered being angry at him and skipping breakfast to work on her latest invention when something went wrong. Skipping breakfast meant... "I'm starving. How long was I asleep?"

"Surprisingly only a few hours," he answered. "It's 4 o'clock."

"Looks like I missed breakfast and lunch."

Before Vegeta could respond to this, a chipper blond woman entered the room with a tray and some hot chicken noodle soup. "Oh sweetie, you're up! I didn't expect you to be awake so soon! Vegeta has been here the whole time looking after you. Isn't that the nicest thing?" Vegeta closed his eyes and tried to tune Bunny out. If he didn't, he would guarantee that it would be hard for her to escape with her life. He turned around and quickly left the room. "My, I have no idea what's gotten into that boy," Mrs. Briefs said as she placed down the food for Bulma. "He seemed so worried about you when he brought you to me."

The statement made Bulma freeze. Why on Earth should Vegeta be worried about her health?

"Now I know it'll be hard on you sweetie, but we're only going away for three days. You've been away from us for way longer and you've been fine." Dr. and Mrs. Briefs were going to attend a meeting for Capsule Corp.'s newest product in Paris. It wasn't the fact that they were going to be gone for that time that worried Bulma. It was the fact that she would be spending three days and two nights alone in the house to deal with Vegeta.

"You don't need to worry about me, mom," Bulma lied while putting on her best fake smile.

"Wonderful! You won't have to worry about cooking because all the food Vegeta needs is in here," she said as she opened the refrigerator, revealing enough food to feed an army. This was a relief to Bulma, since she would rather assemble a stove than cook with one. Mrs. Briefs looked at her watch. "Oh, I'd better finish packing. We're leaving at 6 tomorrow because we have an early flight!"

Bulma rested her chin on her fist as she sat at the kitchen table. She had been allowed to take off her bandages today and start cleaning up parts of her lab. Some damage had been done and professionals were coming in to help her tomorrow because the cleaning bots weren't programmed to fix something like that. Since the day of the accident, Vegeta had been avoiding Bulma, mostly spending his time training thanks to her father. She had asked him to fix the chamber the day after the incident so she could recover. Bulma looked at the clock on the wall to find that it was a good time for her to read a book before going to bed. Yet a cheesy romance novel was ruining her relaxing evening. The heroine of the story had just been rescued from a fire by the dashing love interest. Every sentence just kept oddly reminding her of herself and Vegeta. Maybe these three days would be even tougher than she thought.

The following night when Vegeta was done training for the day he headed downstairs to the kitchen only find Bulma in the living room watching a scary movie. The last time she had watched one was with Yamcha and wanted to prove to herself that she was strong. So far, it hadn't been working, yet she had been so engrossed with the movie that she had no idea Vegeta was behind the couch until...

"Boo," he whispered into her ear. Bulma shrieked an pulled her blanket over her head, hiding from the "scary monster". Vegeta let out a hearty laugh. "You are weak, woman. Why should this pathetic excuse for a horror scare you?"

She whipped the blanket away from her face. "Because, you arrogant ass, to some of us it looks extremely real."

"Please. I've seen worse."

"Then tell me about it."

"It's not of your business." This wasn't the first time Bulma tried to get the Saiyan to open up to her. Every time she tried she would be left with nothing. He began walking towards the kitchen when she suddenly called out to him.

"Wait!" He didn't know why he stopped, but somehow he just couldn't move. "Why did you help me the other day?"

He turned around to look at her. "Because I need you to fix the machine."

"Liar."

Vegeta's eyes widened. "Are you calling me a liar?"

"Yes, I am," she said as she stood up from the couch, staring him down. She walked over to him and lightly traced a finger down his torso. He involuntarily shuddered at the contact. "You know I mean much more than a caretaker for a machine." She took another step forward so that their bodies were only centimeters away from touching. He was dangerously close to either killing her or taking her right there. No woman before had ever dared to touch him or even talk to him. They knew that if they tried they would be blown to smithereens. This woman, on the other hand, was different. She wasn't afraid to challenge his authority and his brain. While he fought his enemies with his fists, he fought Bulma with his mind. Every day he wondered if she was either extremely stupid or extremely clever for doing so.

That's what made him so attracted to her. That's what kept him from strangling her. The fact that she had no fear when facing him. She had the personality of a Saiyan and the body of a goddess. True, there were no female Saiyans left, but Bulma embodied one perfectly. He used that as an excuse as to why he wanted to mate with her so much. She invoked another emotion in him that he would have never thought he would experience: lust. He couldn't deny the desire that had been growing for the past few months, even if it made him weak. Emotions made people weak and Saiyans didn't have any emotions other than rage, but he could not suppress it. She was an extraordinarily powerful woman. That weakling did not know what he had thrown away. But now, Bulma was free for him to take, and if that pathetic excuse for a man ever showed up again asking for her, he would be dead by his hands. Bulma moved in closer and their chests were pushing together. The need he had for her could be seen in his eyes and that same need was mirrored in hers. They could feel each other's breath on their lips as their faces were inches apart. And at that same moment, Bulma started to pull away from him.

Vegeta didn't waste any time. He pulled her back with his right hand caressing the back of her head, his fingers finding their way through her blue locks, and his left hand on her hip. Before she could process anything, Vegeta's lips crashed down on hers passionately. Although the kiss was sudden, she relaxed almost immediately and closed her blue orbs as she returned the kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her fingers in his silky black hair. He deepened the kiss with fierce desire and ran his tongue on her lips, demanding entrance. Bulma complied and they fought for dominance while they fell back onto the couch, the horror movie long forgotten. Vegeta broke the kiss and started trailing light pecks down her jaw to her neck until he found the spot at the base of neck where he could feel her pulse. He curled back his lips ready to make the everlasting mark on her neck. He lingered over her, his breath teasing and tingling her neck. "Vegeta..."

And then he was gone.

Vegeta ran out of the room in a flash. When Bulma had sat up, he was no where to be seen, presumably in his room already. So many questions flooded her mind as she placed two fingers on her lips, already swollen with passion. 'Why did he kiss me? Why did he leave?' The high pitched scream emitted from the television snapped her out of her thoughts. She quickly shut it off and went to her room so that she could lie down on her bed. Sleep was not going to be easy for her.

Vegeta shut his door with so much force that he almost broke it in two. What could he be thinking kissing that annoying, arrogant, stubborn, gorgeous, sexy... A cold shower. That's what he needed. Anything to loosen the tightness in his crotch. The wench had succeeded in turning him on, even if unintentional, and he had almost made her his mate. He had no idea if this would be possible for him to go through with it and be stuck with her for the rest of his life. Was stuck the proper word? He stripped himself of his clothes and stepped into the freezing cold cubicle. There had to be something wrong with him. He shouldn't be able to feel anything for her. Yet he could not forget the way she felt against his body. She fit perfectly.

Obviously a cold shower wasn't going to do the trick. He stopped the water and wrapped a towel around his waist as he stepped out of the shower. As soon as he stepped into his room that was adjoined with his bedroom, something compelled him to check up on her. When he stepped out into the hallway he could see that the room to her door was open. Quietly he stood at the entrance and peeked into her room.

The moonlight emanating from the widow was the only light present. Even at night you could tell that her room was painted a pale blue. Her armor and bedside table were made from mahogany wood, matching the headboard of the bed. Her comforter matched the color of the walls but her sheets were a light shade of pink. The fact that they weren't covering her body was how they became so noticeable.

Vegeta's breath hitched in his throat, taking in the sight. Even from the back she was spectacular. Her slender petite frame was perfect. He hadn't noticed that she was already wearing her nightclothes when they kissed. The camisole was ridding up to show a small portion of her lower back. The bottom of her well sculpted ass was peeking out from her shorts and her creamy smooth thighs were exposed. His admiration for her was cut short when she let out a frustrated groan and began to turn onto her other side. As she was doing this, he finally realized that she wasn't asleep this time.

Vegeta stepped to the side so she wouldn't be able to see him. He certainly did not want to get caught spying on her. Only desperate cretins spy on people while they're asleep.

And angry Saiyan Princes...

AN: Well, that's the end of chapter 1! Let me know how you think in the reviews! Please, no flames. I should be starting to write the second chapter next week and I'll have it posted by a week from today, and today is Sunday, January 23. See ya next time!