Authors Note**Hey guys my very first fan fic and im trying my hardest..critisim and feedback are welcome. I want to get better at this!Thank You**
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The best way to love is to love like you have never been hurt.
Chapter1 Hate Hate Relationship
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Bulma Breifs' alarm clock was blaring at 6:15 am, as it did every day. "Uhh, is it time for me to get up already?" she moaned as she slammed her palm down on the little red button atop
the clock. Bulma rolled out of her bed and wrapped her robe around her petite frame. She walked a few paces and ended up in her in-room bathroom. She picked up her toothbrush and
with her free hand she dispensed the toothpaste on the brush. As she brushed her teeth she stepped back just enough to see the digits on her clock. 6:25 shit! Bulma hastened her
pace; she knew that her impatient new houseguest would be expecting his breakfast by 7:00 a.m. She quickly washed out her mouth washed off her toothbrush and looked up in the
vanity. She looked at herself and smiled as she looked into her breath taking reflection. Her porcelain skin was so vibrant and clear it glowed. Her eyes were just as impressive as her
skin, two giant orbs that reminded you of the ocean, bright yet deep blue, and ever so clear. Then there was her long full blue hair. It was very lengthy, stopping in the middle of her back,
and it was full of life and healthy. Everything about her was gorgeous, and she loved it that way. Bulma grabbed her hair brush and ran it through her mane. She took her scrunchi off her
delicate wrist and swooped her hair up in a clean bun. Admiring her looks one last time and winking at her reflection, she turned around and proceeded downstairs to prepare breakfast.
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Once downstairs Bulma entered the kitchen and proceeded to gather the ingredients she needed to prepare breakfast. On the menu this morning would be scrambled eggs, blueberry
pancakes, bacon and toast, with fresh made orange juice to drink. As bulma scurried around in the kitchen she heard another pair of footsteps coming down the hall. She glanced up at
her kitchen clock to see the time. 7:00am. It's Vegeta. "Good morning", she said sweetly with a huge grin on her face. All she got in response was a "Hmm". Vegeta walked past her hardly
acknowledging her existence and sat at the table. " Woman", he started "you aren't finished yet?" Bulma rolled her eyes "I'm almost done, do we really have to go through this every
single morning Vegeta?" Bulma frowned. Damn it! What does he think I am? I'm not a robot I can only move so fast. "Well I guess we will go through this every morning until your lazy ass
has my breakfast ready for me to eat at 7:00 am as I instructed", Vegeta growled. Bulma slammed down the plate in front of him causing the pancakes to jump in the air a little and then
fall back stacking themselves neatly on top of each other. "You know just because you're always in a shitty mood doesn't mean you have to come and bring everyone down with you!"
Vegeta looked at her in disgust, this earth woman had no respect and he always wished they were on Vegeta Sei so he could punish her accordingly. "Fucking woman" he spat as he
thought of how nice it would be to punch her dead in her flippy little mouth but knew it was out of the question. Who would fix his gravity room? Cook him breakfast? Wash his clothes?
He hated to admit it, but he needed the wench…for now. Vegeta continued to eat his breakfast refusing to prolong any arguing with the blue haired beauty any longer, he had lots of
training to do and so little time.
Bulma shot a triumphant look at the saiyan warrior when she realized he wasn't going to continue and she spun turning her back on him so she could begin to share out her own
breakfast.
Vegeta was a handful she had to admit. He was very stubborn and always so serious. It drove her insane at how he was so routine...wake up...eat...train...eat…train some more...eat
again shower and bed. She recalled how he came to be living with her just like it was yesterday. 3 months ago the Z fighters had successfully defeated Frieza and Vegeta had nowhere to
go. With his new freedom from Freiza and his bodyguards Nappa, and Radditz dead, he was all alone in the world. Bulma took pity on him and offered him a place to live. She knew it
would be a challenge to get him to stay. His pride wouldn't let him, so she offer the next best thing a gravity room where he could train so he could fulfill is undying need to become a
super saiyan. That he could not refuse.
Although Bulma could never admit it, although they fought like cats and dogs she didn't regret inviting him to live with her. Capsule Corp was lonely. Her parents left her the house so
they could move closer to the beach a year prior so when they weren't visiting she was usually there alone, working. Another reason that didn't too much bother her for having the Saiyan
prince room with her was that he was great eye candy. Vegeta was the biggest jerk to walk the Universe but he was deadly handsome. His olive toned skin hugged on his muscular
physique. His eyes were as dark as hell but they were enticing, his perfectly shaped features and sexy smirk would leave women in a daze, especially her. She even found his hair sexy,
his black mane that stood up in flare like position...like fire. Yes, Vegeta was a complete asshole, but he was someone. She wasn't completely alone in her home which made Bulma feel all
the better.
"That damn woman", Vegeta mumbled as he walked toward his Gravity Room. The earth woman was one creature he hated passionately. He hated the way she felt like he was supposed
to be some friend to her. He had no desire to befriend her…he needed no friends. His only goal was to train hard to become the legendary Super Saiyan. All Vegeta wanted was to
achieve this goal so he could finally defeat that disgrace Kakorott. That buffoon was the only other left of his kind besides him but he didn't care, he hated him for taking away his birth
right for taking away his kill. Vegeta was supposed to defeat Freiza and avenge his people but he had failed and died, upon being wished back he learned of the news that the third class
fool had been the one to do it. It was enough to drive the Prince mad, and the revenge he sought out against Kakorott was enough to fill all Earth's oceans 10 times over. He was going
to ascend and kill that bastard if it was the last thing he did. That was where the witch came back into play. She was a little whiz and her brains and gift of talent in the field of technology
was useful to him. She would build him all sorts of toys for him to use to his advantage...to meet his goal. Yes, she was definitely a bitch, but Vegeta did notice her good looks. As much as
he hated her he couldn't deny she was a beauty. Probably the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. Her face was that of an angel, with that long blue hair, and those bright blue eyes.
Her frame was petite but she had perfect sized rounded breasts for her body, a slim sexy waist, and a full ass.
He hated living on the shit hole planet Earth. He hated having to live with that annoying Earth Woman and deal with her bickering and disrespect. With all the bad that came with it, a tiny
part of him didn't care too much, she was something to look at, and she was a help. "Humph!!" Vegeta grunted, while violently shaking his head side to side. He was trying to shake out
that momentarily thought of weakness. Fuck that wench. Vegeta proceeded into his Gravity Room…there was training that needed to be done.