I am putting up a few chapters today to get my story started, so I am excited to see where this leads ! I really hope anyone who reads enjoys the story, and my own little things I add in. I am so loving this concept of the Vegeta/Bulma story line, and am having a wonderful time writing it ! Hope yall enjoy as much as I am ! Readers and Reviewers are greatly appreciated as always !

~Kaila G.

Bulma felt as if her life was a blur over the next few months. After the Garlic Jr. situation, she had felt the slightest bit of paranoia, feeling as if the world would never be safe. Often, she laughed at her nerves, feeling silly at such thoughts. Goku wasn't even around, and look at Gohan. He was turning into quite a little man. Quite a little man with many wonderful qualities that had come from Goku.

But there was something else that unnerved her. Not the thought of more villians, she figured that would always be a threat. The source of her worry was in her boyfriend, Yamcha. Ever since she had wished him back, he had been strange. Or maybe not strange, maybe just his usual self. Him dying had made her see things more clearly, but obviously it had done nothing for the boy himself. All he ever seemed to be concerned with was baseball and other women.

Bulma was not one to share. Whenever she confronted him about the other women, he'd just get defensive and mean. So she stopped. She stopped asking, stopped caring. She let Yamcha do his thing, and she stayed in her lab most of the time. Yamcha had been coming around more lately, and she had figured it was because he was bored of being a 'player'. Hoping to salvage what was left of their relationship, she allowed it. Maybe he would man up and ask her to marry him.

HA. She huffed in her head. On the other hand, she was relieved that it hadn't come to that. Marriage was something she wanted, but she wasn't so sure if Yamcha was that dream guy anymore. Bulma had dreamed of her wedding a few times. The first time, Yamcha was there, clear as the sky was blue. But then he began to fizzle out, until she was left standing alone. Sighing, she glanced over at Yamcha, who was eating something that Mrs. Briefs had set in front of him.

Mrs. Briefs had decided to throw a small get together, and Bulma felt good being around her friends. Despite Yamcha's flirting and annoying her, she was actually having an okay day with the goof. He was currently making a joke about some cat food commercial and how Puar hated it. Bulma couldn't help but laugh at Yamcha's kid like personality. Maybe that was the problem. Kid like.

Suddenly Bulma thought about the dream she had the night before. Trying her best not to blush at the memory, she began to wonder why dreamed of Vegeta. He had been gone for a while now, and she was positive he probably wouldn't be back. Not any time soon, if at all. But still... That dream...

Bulma was sitting on the couch, when Vegeta walked through the front door. The two stared at each other, the blue haired beauty gaping at Vegeta in shock. The Saiyan just stood still, a scowl on his face. Deciding to break the silence, Bulma stood and walked toward him.

"Vegeta, you're back!" She grinned, even though she knew he was just going to be mean to her.

"Come here, Bulma." Vegeta smiled through his growl of words, as he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in for a long kiss. Shocked, Bulma had hesitated for a moment before grabbing his shoulders for support as she returned the kiss.

Then her alarm clock had began beeping. For once, Bulma was extremely annoyed to have the awful beeping machine so close to her ears. Ruining a perfectly good dream. She had almost thrown the damned thing across the room, but didn't feel like ruining it. Her dad had made it special for her, and despite ruining her dream, she cherished it.

"I had a weird dream last night that Vegeta came back." Bulma blurted out. Yamcha whipped his head toward her, his face full of disgust.

"What? Vegeta! You dreamt about him?"Yamcha's face looked slightly angry now. Bulma almost rolled her eyes.

"You know, actually he was pretty nice to me in the dream. And a good kisser, to boot." Bulma probably shouldn't have said that, but she just wanted to see Yamcha show some feelings toward her.

"WHAT? You kissed him?!" Yamcha practically yelled over the table.

"It was just a dream, Yamcha." The blue haired genius said casually.

"You poor sap, you're jealous aren't you? Admit it!" Oolong teased, causing Bulma to snicker.

"Right." Yamcha huffed, sticking his nose up to all of them. Oh, here we go with the pouting. Bulma wanted to lean over the table and smack him one.

"Speaking of Vegeta, your dad said he should be running out of fuel soon!" Mrs. Briefs giggled slightly, oblivious to the harm that it could cause. Hm? Vegeta's running out of fuel. Bulma turned away, hoping no one saw the fear in her eyes. Looking up toward the sky, she hoped that the Saiyan had enough sense to stop somewhere and refuel, if there was anywhere he could do so.

As the cook out got under way, Bulma snuck off to find some peace in her mother's garden. The flowers were blooming beautifully, and she found that she could actually have mental peace here. Listening to the others had given her a slight headache, and she had to escape.

The next day, Bulma was walking toward the door, preparing to meet up with Yamcha. He was supposed to be here by now, and she figured that he was outside talking to her mother. Before she got to the end of the stairs, a loud boom echoed through the house, making everything shudder. Grabbing onto the railing for support, Bulma's brow furrowed.

"What the hell was that?" She mumbled to herself. Jogging toward the door, she flung it open to see her father's Capsule Corp. space ship. Her heart began to thud in her chest. "Could it be..?" Bulma jogged over to her mother, who Yamcha was standing in front of, his stance defensive. Oh, please, Bulma huffed to herself.

A hiss escaped from the space ship as the door lowered. Bulma held her breath, waiting to see who appeared. Sure enough, the dark haired Saiyan walked out, looking very arrogant as usual. When he saw Yamcha standing in a defensive position, he countered it. Vegeta tensed up, preparing to beat the brakes off of the stupid weakling.

"Vegeta! What do you want?" Yamcha challenged.

"Oh, boy! Maybe you prefer...some coffee?" Mrs. Briefs asked, over pouring tea into a cup. Bulma just watched Vegeta, hand on her hip.

"I was hoping that Kakarot might have finally returned." Vegeta answered, looking down. Something in his voice was different in that moment. Instead of the cold, hard tone he usually spoke with, his voice softer and lined with disappoinment.

"Hm? What? No way! You never found him in space?" Yamcha asked, worry coating his voice. Vegeta jumped down from the ship's ramp, landing in front of Yamcha.

"Don't remind me!" Vegeta growled in annoyance. "I'm angry enough to hurt somebody! And pounding you might just be the therapy I need."

"Hey guys?" Bulma walked over toward them, deciding it was time to diffuse the situation. Yamcha didn't need to die. Again. "What's that awful smell? Oh it's you. When's the last time you bathed there, bud? You need a bath." She poked his chest and he flinced at her touch. Bulma ran her finger up his chest, brushing his chin lightly, as if to wipe the dirt away. "Please, this way." She began walking toward the house, Vegeta staring at her with a scowl. Still, the Saiyan was somewhat interested. A hot shower would be nice. Bulma turned to see him still standing there, unmoved. "Well, what? Do you want me to roll out the red carpet?" She snapped. Vegeta grunted, his temper flaring. He almost gave her an earful, but decided against it.

Giving in, he trailed along behind her, hearing Yamcha's voice mumble, "Unreal." Vegeta smirked, hearing the nuisance on the weakling's shoulder. When Mrs. Briefs spoke, Vegeta followed Bulma a little closer, eager to get away from everyone. He just really wanted that shower. Bulma led him into the house, and down the hall to the bathroom.

"Here you are. Now leave the door open." Bulma said sweetly.

"What for?" Vegeta glared at her. She huffed slightly.

"So I can come in and get your dirty clothes, that's what for." She turned and walked out of the bathroom, calling out, "And to bring you clean clothes!"

Vegeta said nothing, only grunted quietly. Stripping down quickly, he hopped into the shower, feeling himself relax at the hot water pouring over him. He heard the woman come in and gather his clothes. The Saiyan wondered why she offered such a good fuss and fight, then turned around and did nice things for him. Because she's an idiot woman.

Bulma gathered his clothes and dropped them in the washing machine, cringing at the smell. Closing down the washer door, she stepped lightly across the bathroom, not even realizing that Vegeta could detect her every move. Sitting the clothes on a little side table near the shower, she walked toward the door, about to leave.

"Hey you!" Bulma turned catching a very great view of Vegeta in the shower. "I left you some fresh clothes! Hello? You alive in there?"

"I heard you!" Vegeta grumbled. "You can leave now!"

"Why, yes master! Your wish is my command! Ughh!" Bulma's shrill voice rang through his ears, even with the shower running. Wincing slightly, he looked up, letting the water fall over him.

The female species, such an enigma. Vegeta cursed the woman silently, wishing that he could just find Kakarot and be done with it all. Find out how to become a Super Saiyan, and he was out of here! Never looking back, that was for sure.

Bulma left the Saiyan be, deciding to join the others out on the balcony. Walking through the door, she heard Yamcha going on with Krillin about Vegeta and his "obsession" with becoming more powerful than Goku. Of course, leave it to Yamcha to be talking bad about a guy who could blast him into damnation and back.

"He's used to getting what he wants, that's all. He's like a spoiled little kid." Bulma decided to throw in her opinion.

"Man, sounds like you." Yamcha turned in his chair, his expression matching along with the cruel joke.

"Hmph." Bulma pouted slightly, before a voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Hello? Servant woman! Bring me a drying cloth, at once!" Vegeta's voice rang out. Bulma frowned, ignoring him. "Woman! Can you hear me?"

"I hear you, but my name is Bulma, and I'm not your servant! So, say please!" Bulma decided that two could play that game.

"Forget about the stupid drying cloth, then!" Vegeta mumbled.

"Suit yourself! Drip dry, you jerk!" Bulma shouted.

"What in the-Is this some kind of joke?" Vegeta bellowed the question from the other room.

"Is what a joke?" Bulma asked, her face full of question.

"These garments that you left. Uh.. Are they for a man or a woman? They're PINK!" The Saiyan prince was pissed. Bulma giggled.

"Oh, come on, it's the style here!" The woman called cheerfully.

"Men in pink? How bizarre!" Vegeta mused angrily. Bulma began laughing, joined by the others. The laughter stopped when Vegeta appeared, face in a scowl. "This is ridiculous! I'm a warrior! Not a, a variety of flower!"

"Well, you smell good." Bulma smiled dreamily, before laughing again, joined by the others.

"Stop that! Stop it or I'll blast YOU ALL!" Vegeta demanded. Everyone stopped.

"Loosen up. Fighting's no fun. Just relax." The blue haired earthling chirped. "If you want to find Goku, just stay here. He'll come. I've known Goku since he was five years old. Trust me, he'll be back... I just know he will."

Bulma decided to let things calm down before trying to ask Vegeta any questions. She began grilling food, and Oolong was bragging on her cooking skills. Pleased, she let out a laugh from the heart, grinning from ear to ear. Not many people knew she could cook, only the gang. Glancing over at Vegeta, he even seemed a small percentage impressed, watching her cook the food. Maybe he was just hungry. Suddenly, the Saiyan jumped up, slamming his fist on the table. The act made Bulma jump, turning to see what had caused him to do so.

"So he failed after all! Frieza's still alive, and he's coming!" Vegeta yelled, frustrated.

"Wait, how do you know? Maybe it could be somebody else. Come on!" Yamcha fussed.

"Hm! I know, I make it my business to know. Unlike you." Vegeta shot back.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Yamcha snapped up, his chair flying backward.

"Hey Vegeta? Would you like a little more barbeque sauce on your spare ribs?" Bulma asked, ignoring the whole situation. She didn't want to see Vegeta murder Yamcha just yet. Vegeta glared at her for a moment, before relaxing slightly.

"Sure, why not." He mumbled, too concerned at the power coming closer to argue with her right now.

"Well my money's on you guys!" Oolong spoke up. "We can leave if you wanna fight him here."

"Really? No! He is not coming to my house!" Bulma growled, and Vegeta nearly chuckled at her idiotic statement.

"You don't understand, Woman. He will crush you." Vegeta snapped. Among other things your pretty little face has never even imagined. With that, Vegeta took off into the sky without another word. Yamcha followed behind him, despite everything inside of him warning him to stay.