A/N: This is the first fan fiction I've written in like seven years. And even then I didn't write DBZ fiction. But I decided to start something up and try and get back in the game. Let me know what you think and if I should continue. This is just a very small, very beginning something to warm up my writing as I haven't written ANYTHING pretty much in so long. Don't be too crucial ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, or anything to do with it. That's all Akira Toriyama's.

Chapter 1

Never again, thought Bulma Briefs as she let her cell phone slide slowly out of her hand and onto her bed. She had finally cut things off with Yamcha, her on and off boyfriend of years and years. The once desert bandit she believed to have been the man of her dreams. The man who had always make her laugh, always made her smile no matter how down she could was be was now the man constantly bringing a frown to her countenance. A once happy and exciting relationship had turned into a monotonous, boring one filled with arguments and accusations. As of late she'd barely ever seen him. He'd go off for weeks at a time, claiming to leave for solitude, accompanied only by his floating, shape-shifting friend Puar. When he did come into town, they would go on dates to movies or the mall, weak attempts to keep their diminishing relationship alive. These excursions just led to arguments, as Yamcha would oggle any attractive female to pass by, leaving Bulma to wonder when his eyes had been opened to other women besides herself.

He called just ten minutes earlier saying he was leaving to train elsewhere once again, the androids being only two years away. When she heard his voice over the phone she came to a realization. It didn't bring her the excited, light-headed rush that it used to. In fact, she didn't want to hear it at all. So she explained herself and wished him a safe journey. He was upset of course, but not all together shocked. Truth be told they had both seen it coming. The flame was extinguished and neither could see anyway around it.

Oh well. More time for myself! Maybe I'll go get a pedicure today. Ooh, or a massage- she mused until she was suddenly interrupted.

"WOMAN! This blasted machine of yours has malfunctioned again!" yelled a disgruntled Saiyan as he marched down the hall towards her room.

"Or not..." Bulma thought as she got up and walked over the door. How could she have forgotten about her grumpy alien house-guest? Time for herself? Yeah. Right.

She pulled it open to reveal the disgruntled Saiyan. She hadn't seen Vegeta in months it seemed like. He had submerged himself in the Gravity Chamber and only came out to sleep and eat. Normally she would run into him in the halls of their home at Capsule Corporation, but his training and her work schedule must not have been as in sync as before, she hadn't even caught a glimpse of him recently. Of course he would pop up right after her break up with Yamcha. He always seemed to have a sixth sense that recognized the best times to aggravate her. Now here he stood, looking very angry, yet very muscular... He stood there in his tight training shorts with his arms crossed, an angry scowl plastered on his face. Sweat dripped down his very tan and very tone body. Bulma's thoughts begain to roam.

Geez. Not bad... she thought. Wait? What was that? This is V-e-g-e-t-a, Bulma. Get a hold of yourself.

The Saiyan was an attractive man, but he was an annoying, angry, selfish and demanding attractive man. Thus, she chalked her wandering thoughts up to her break up with Yamcha and proceeded to follow Vegeta to inspect the damage done to the GR.