This is my first Anime show, and my most favorite couple ever is BulmaXVegeta and i never done a story about them, so here it is hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: i do not own Dragon ball z

The First Date Part 1

Vegeta's P.O.V.

I been training non-stop for 2 hours now. Thats not very long, but felt like forever. When your thinking about someone for 2 hour straight, you get tired very easy, trust me. After training that long, i opened the door to the machine, and gasped the fresh, open air. I put my hands in my pocket and gazed my way through the grass, and got to the house.

"Minus well, get me something to eat, i better do it now before that women gets here, yelling in my face. Or falls on me again," I said opening the door to the house.

Since i said that, i couldn't get Bulma out of my head. I warmed me up some meat, she made last night, and poured me some milk. I sat down at the table, and ate. At that moment, i started to think of bulma and I, ALOT. When we first met, when she talked to me, when...she called me cute.

When, she called me cute... I smiled a bit, but shuck my head nervously, but it didn't help.

When she said that i just looked at her like a idiot. Then i grunted and turned away. I slapped my forehead, trying to get whatever i was thinking about out of my mind.

"Being on this earthling world so long, gots me thinking like one of them," I mummbled, finally finishing my meal and washing it out in the sink.

Bulma's P.O.V.

"YAMACHA WHERE ARE YOU GOING," I yelled out to him, as he got up from the table, and walking away.

"HOME," He yelled back to me.

"Fine," I said crossing my arms, and slouching in the restaurant chair.

This always happens, when i go out to eat with him. We always argue about something. About clothes, the waitress, money, its always something, that makes no sense for anyone to yell about. But this time it was the last person i would think that we would yell about... Vegeta. He got mad that he is living in my house, and he thinks something is going to happen between us. That is just the stupidest think i have ever heard. It's not like the guy has anywhere else to go, and nothing ever happens between us. Except, for me massaging his back, or when i fell on him... but that really doesn't say anything. That happens to everyone.

"Wow, maybe yamcha does have something to worry about, now i can't stop thinking about him," I giggled."
While I was nervously laughing at myself, 3 men walked into the bar. They had all black clothes on, holding bags, not big, but big enough to fit something valuable in it. They were looking around like they were trying to find something. Then they covered their faces wth the black hats that were on their head. And took out some guns.
"Everybody hands up, were taking the money in this place."
The one that talked pointed his gun at the people behind the counter cooking the food. Another one stayed at the door looking out for anyone, and the last one had his gun pointed at all the people that were eating making sure they are not calling anyone. Bulma looked at them unscared and didn't raise her hands. The man walked over to her.
"Did you here me, I SAID RAISE YOUR HANDS," He pointed gun straight at her face.
She stared at him blankidly.
"Make me," She said testing the mans patience.
Bulma turned around to look out the window to the sounds of police sirens.
"This is the police, let the people go and come out with your hands up."

SOOORRRRRYYYY it took me so long to post. SCHOOL! But yes so im posting 2 chapters so make sure to read the next one. Hope you like. I fxed my grammar LOL.