A/N: So I said I was going to give myself a break from writing drabbles, but then Tumblr users Rutbisbe and Saiyanb decided to inspire my chaotic mind with their artwork (you guys should totally check out these talented people!)

So here goes a little one shot about our favorite couple in a role swapping. Kind of tempted to turn this into a story, kind of need to finish other projects first.

I have a problem..

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She was absolutely absurd.

This was the second time in the past two hours she had demanded he cease whatever leisurely activity he was engaged in and fix the bots in the gravity chamber.

Bots that she destroyed, mind you.

He wanted to tell her to fuck off; tell her that since she was the one that found herself stranded on Vegetesai that the least she could do was learn the tools of the trade. He wanted to tell her that he no longer cared if she blasted herself right back into space and took that obnoxious scowl with her.

He wanted to tell her that, but of course that was impossible. Because the second she batted those powder blue lashes at him and hurled off her string of inaudible insults, he would find himself on his knees, sopping in sweat, and fixing those damned bots.

He wondered if every Earth woman had been as impossible as she.

Walking across the red sands of his compound, he wiped his slick forehead as the second sun beamed down angrily on him. She really was a hassle, making him constantly sweat under the unforgiving suns, and all because she couldn't be more careful while training.

She was standing at the entrance of the chamber, her crossed arms and tightly pressed lips an indication of her impatience. He rolled his eyes at the death glare she was throwing at him. Hadn't she learned that the powers that brought other men to their knees just simply did not work with him?

"Bulma," he said with irritation as he swiveled a wrench in his hand, "do you think that you could maybe go one day without breaking anything? I'm really sick of coming out here because you're fighting too hard."

"Oh, is that so?" she straightened her posture then, looking him squarely in the eyes with a hard edge, only a sprinkle of humor swimming beneath them. "So you're upset for doing your job?"

"My job? My job doesn't involve me running around here and aiding every dilemma you have. My actual job is getting neglected because you won't consider my own needs!"

"Needs, huh?" She walked over to him slowly, with the predatory sharpness of a lioness, her knee high white boots moving tightly with the curves of her legs. He felt his breath hitch in his throat at the unspoken threat that radiated off of her skin. "Yes, let's talk about needs, little Saiyan man. Let's talk about how in a few years, this entire sulfuric planet will cease to exist because the Saiyan race is no longer strong enough to handle this new threat approaching. Let's talk about how the prince of this pathetically weak race will be responsible for every tail butchered here because he was too prissy to do his job correctly. And maybe we can also discuss how much you and your inferior race will need me to save you, although I'm still playing around with the idea of why. "

"We don't need you," he spat back, his fists shaking under the weight of her scalding words, "Chi Chi has been here for her entire life, and she's always helped us out when we needed her the most."

"She's pathetic," Bulma's eyes danced with wildfire, and Vegeta found himself stepping back to avoid the burn, "and you're a fool to say that to me. She is nowhere near as intelligent, strong or beautiful, let's be honest here, and I will prove that when this threat is erased."

Vegeta scoffed as he moved past her, now impatient to get from underneath her cold stare. "Whatever you say, Bulma. Just show me which one needs to be fixed so I can go back to what I need to be doing."

"They all need to be fixed."

"All of them!?" His eyes widened as irritation swam through his chest. He had made a total of 17 bots for her, taking him a total of two weeks to suit them to her standards. And she needed all of them fixed this afternoon!?

She was insane.

"Is that a problem?" she said darkly, her tone expressing that his answer had better be no. He inhaled deeply and shook his head.

"I can do it, but you had better keep these in shape or I won't touch this room for a month."

"You will perform whatever duties are expected of you if I need them. If I don't get strong, then everything you have ever known will be wiped from existence. Is that your wish? "

He let those words sink over him. She had a point, at the very least. The Saiyans just weren't warriors like they used to be, the fault of about four generations prior, and with the exception of he and a handful of others, there were no real fighters on the planet.

But the Earthling women were different. They had come from a technologically advanced planet, one with science and martial arts at the center of its core, and Vegeta had been surprised at their unsurpassable strength. He remembered the day he met Chi Chi wandering outside of the limits of his palace, and how peculiar he thought she had been. He had run away from his duties as the prince as a teenager, seeking the freedom of simpler life, and had practically crushed the girl with his own body weight. She was tail-less and it bothered him, but her carefree attitude and passion in fighting won him over. She had single handedly helped rid Vegetesai of any threats and he called her his friend.

But this one, the one named Bulma, was the exact opposite of Chi Chi.

She was undeniably strong; her exotic coloring and striking features only adding on to her strength that one could taste merely in passing. She had found herself on Vegetesai after searching for Chi Chi, labeling her a traitor for sharing the secrets of Earth and not aiding her home planet when the terror that was Launch had all but destroyed the blue planet. Bulma declared that she would avenge her people for Chi Chi's error, even though the girl had no memory of a thing called Earth or Bulma for the matter. Bulma heard none of it, and after losing to Chi Chi in battle several times, had made her the number one priority on things to kill.

And somehow, Vegeta had found himself in the middle of her chaos, helping the prior enemy get stronger.

"Well? " she stomped her foot against the tile, "Get on with it! I don't have all day!"

He snarled, curling his top lip over his teeth. "As you wish, your highness."

"Hmmph." She decided to let that slip of sarcasm slide, turning instead to enter the chambers. Vegeta followed reluctantly, mumbling a string of curses under his breath. If Bulma wasn't such a...

"I expect you to be quick about it, but thorough," Bulma began to strip out of her spandex pants, temporarily forgoing her white boots. She followed suit with her equally tight, royal blue top, leaving only a tight sports bra and short boxers in their wake. "I will be training here while you work. I also expect that you won't disturb me and you will keep it down."

"Sure I'll get right on that," Vegeta said dryly, rummaging through his tool box and ignoring her presence.

"Impudent Saiyan man," she bit roughly, zipping up her boots.

They worked then, forgetting about the other, he on here bots and she kicking and punching at hyper speeds.

He was almost finished, so achingly close to being done, when he noticed the wiring was completely fried on one of the bots. He cursed, massaging his temples and running his teeth over his tongue, before turning around to her.

"Hey, what the hell did you do to... fry... the.. " his words became caught in the ladder of his throat as he drank her in.

She stared at him in annoyance, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath, the tops of her heavy breasts covered in sweat. Her skin was sleek, as if she had doused herself in rose oil, the pinks of her cheeks dancing with her panted breaths. Wet tendrils of her oceanic hair stuck to her face like skin, her electric blue eyes boring into him. Her sports bra was drenched, making her nipples pebble against the tight fabric, enticing him.

Seeing her like this, scowling and all, had produced a flame inside of him that coursed through his belly and traveled down to his erection.

He remembered being a teenager, daydreaming that he could collect the legendary dragon ball stones and wish for exotic fruits and a beautiful girl to call his own.

He imagined that the infamous Shen Long would produce a strong hearted woman with striking features, one that could make his knees buckle with the mere wind of an eye. He saw her in his head; he had even named her Andromeda.

And now looking at this ethereal creature before him, he couldn't help but wonder if Shen Long had finally granted his wish.

She raised an eyebrow as she caught his staring; her ego inflating as the corners of her mouth curled upwards. She arched her back so that her breasts bounced upwards, running a finger down the curve of her stomach. "What?" she said teasingly, "Like what you see, weakling?"

He frowned, unable to pull his eyes away from her, his member stiffening with slight pain at the artistry of her.

Chi Chi's husband, Kakarot, was infatuated with her. He couldn't help his mind from glossing over the question if it had anything to do with her bedroom persona. If Bulma was any indication, Earthling women were a forced to be reckoned with.

At least, that's what his cock said.

He shook away the thoughts, gathering up his toolbox. He needed to get out of here, the air suddenly becoming too stuffy, before he fucked her ragged under the gravitational pull of the chamber.

That would be no good.

"I'll finish the rest after dinner, " he said upon leaving, his back turned to her lest she see the conflict in his pants, " just try to be gentle with them, okay? "

"Oh, Vegeta," she purred, slithering to him like a snake. He felt her on the back of him then, her warm skin sending electric jolts through his clothing. She breathed against his ear, short hot breaths making the tuft of hair on his neck stand at attention. "I'm never gentle."

He caught his breath and high tailed it out of there, hearing the dark chuckle from her lips fading into the distance.

Damn the harpy woman and her siren nature. Damn her ego and her bad attitude and for turning him on with the allure of it all.

He rushed back to his home, a goal playing like a movie in his mind of how he could manage to live with the Earthling woman.

But first, he was going to need a cold shower.