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Of course I don't own Dragon Ball Z, or its Characters or anything like that.

I will not profit from this in any way.

It's merely an expression of how the three years waiting for the Androids to come may have unfolded.

If you like Yamcha, I don't advise this one for you 3.

I have a problem with writing between past and present tense, I'm sorry.

My grammar may not be perfect I again apologize.

I am not confident in sharing this but I've read every one I could find and feel it's my turn to write one. Lol

Chapter 2: A welcomed Unwanted Guest

Bulma had taken over one of the side building's, it wasn't too far from the main one and it wasn't all that smaller it was simply private. It contained at least three bedrooms each with its own bathroom and shower as well as balcony. Bulma's lab was in the basement, which was the main reason she chose this building.

"There's nothing on TV.. so many channels and nothin." Yamcha yawned lazily as he sat in her living room, bored out of his mind. It had been weeks since the news had been shared, it had been weeks since anyone seen Vegeta, since anyone seen each other really. Bulma buried herself into her work, leaving little to no time for him.

"Yamcha… " he turned to see her, grease, sweat and tired eyes looked at him making him fake a smile.

"What's up b?" He stood up.

"Why don't we go out tonight?" Yamcha's eyebrow raised up [going out… well well maybe me hanging around actually did something].

"Yea why not? I'll call in a reservation and we'll have a date night, dinner movies a night in the club?" She smiled to him.

"Sounds gr"

"Woman! I will take those living quarters and training area." Bulma and Yamcha both almost had a heart attack.

"Who the hell do you think you are coming in here and demanding shit. This isn't some other planet.. this is earth you aren't the strongest and this is my home!" She yelled moving to face him, the tempers flying and the tension building making Yamcha uncomfortable.

"Bitch, you offered it and unless you want your wretched mud ball of a planet destroyed along with your little boy toy over there I suggest you deliver." Yamcha went to stand up to Vegeta when Bulma stepped closer to him flared her hands in the air.

"You're an ass.. a royal ass. Yamcha go to your place and get ready I'll be ready around 5." Bulma stared the prince right in the face, those blue orbs meeting onyx eyes. Yamcha didn't want to leave her and she could feel it. "Yamcha go." He hesitantly got up and began to leave, glaring at Vegeta the whole way. With her attention only on him she almost growled "I knew life was too easy… the ship is outside and it goes up to a higher gravity now… as for your room I had made one for you in case you're stubborn ass decided to return." She turned her back towards him, something no one dared to do and it pissed him off beyond belief. Before Bulma could react he pinned her against the wall, one hand on both sides of the woman's head, his body pinning her in place.

"Watch your tongue, remember wench I don't need you. I could just take what I want but I choose to let you live." Bulma looked him in the eyes still, her anger and temper as bad as his.

"Then do it, kill me." [Feisty vulgar woman] Vegeta thought never taking his eyes off hers.

"No fun to do it if you just give up, show me my quarters, at once."

"Then move!" Vegeta smirked and looked to her before backing away, her scent filled his nose and almost put him on a high, an alpha female, a fertile female, one that matched his attitude. The prince shook his head dismissing his own thoughts and anything she was going to say but to his surprise she didn't say anything she merely began leading him to the room she readied for him. "Not sure why but I made it up for you." She opened the door "clean blankets, bedding, your bathroom is stocked, towels everything." She looked to his beat up armor "there's a change of clothes in there. You left a suit on my ship, I am sure you'll find what I made for you up to par." Vegeta walked in and didn't respond to her. "Last thing… you're own your own for food and I have a date night.. so mind your own!"

Vegeta was already moving into the shower room, ignoring her bitching. She didn't even realize it until the door loudly shut. [Such a bitch.] He could still sense her there. "You can leave now!" She jumped as his voice roared through the door.

"Urg…" she growled and left the room "yes your Majesty" she left the room slamming his door behind her.

[Earth… unlike any other planet I've ever been too I can't deny it that. It's nature is…. Beautiful but it's inhabitants are wretched… and even more than that it has her… one of the only creatures who have no power to stand up to me. I can't tell if she's stupid or brilliant.] The hot water burned his skin as it put a nice shine over his toned figure. Though he had waited way too long to shower as the water turned brown before it hit the bottom of the shower. The soap she left smelled like the ones from the first day he showered on Earth, he couldn't argue they smelled masculine and powerful.

Bulma looked to the clock two, why she told Yamcha 5 was beyond her it was going to be a struggle. The woman moved quickly jumping in the shower, just as Vegeta burning hot water cleaned off her skin and her any chemicals in her hair. Few moments later she was out with a towel wrapped tightly around her body as she stood in front of her large closet. "That's it!" She smirked setting a dark blue form fitting dress on her bed. The dress didn't have strap's and hugged tightly down to over her knees. She dried off and choose a bra and sexy matching underwear just in case this night went as romantic as she hoped.

4:40

"Shit!" She slid her body into her dress and then her feet into her high heels. The crazy hair was now straight and hung around her frame, makeup on point of course. Bulma spun in front of her mirror and with a wink the strawberry scented woman was ready to go. She walked down to the living room where she would wait for Yamcha to pick her up.

Bulma's Phone Buzzed {Hey B, why don't you meet me at the restaurant} Bulma's heart sank, how was she to respond, a pathetic way to kind of make their night start it off awkward. {Sure, okay.. see you soon} Bulma sighed heavily looking for a certain capsule in her purse. The woman didn't make it out of the house without Vegeta's eyes noticing her, he didn't give a shit about what she was doing but that smell had filled his nose and he needed to see for himself. [The vulgar woman can clean up…] Bulma stopped feeling like someone was watching her, "oh.. Vegeta.. I had a change of heart if you're hungry I'll cook something up for you real quick." If Yamcha wanted to dick with her she'd take her time getting there.

Vegeta stood in the doorway to the kitchen and living room, his arms were crossed in their normal pose. "You're going to cook in that?" His scowl never leaving house face "why aren't you running out to go fuck with your boy toy?" He sensed the change in her as if something happened, not that he cared.

"Forget it, starve you asshole.' she turned to leave, which clearly she didn't learn her lesson. Vegeta stood behind her, she was pinned to the door this time her back to him. "Vegeta."

He leaned her face into the side of her neck and inhaled "did you not learn your lesson, don't turn your back to me." Her heart raced, her knees grew weak. "Poor human, fear comes so easily." But there was another scent coming from her besides fear.

Bulma blushed and snuck her way from between him and the door and ran outside to throw a capsule. The lime green sports car appeared before her and she climbed in careful not to mess up her clothes or hair.