A/N: LONG TIME, NO WRITE. I've been completely uninspired and unmotivated to write anything for a while. I finally forced myself to type this thing out, hope it's not horrible :)

Vegeta had sensed the two significant power levels several minutes before they reached the compound, and he growled in annoyance when it seemed that his dinner plans had been spoiled. Two of the Z-Fighters, Scarface and the bald one to be exact, made their way to the kitchen, and Vegeta could just make out the woman's weak ki, along with the even weaker ones of her annoying parents. Oh, and of course that strange floating cat-thing. They were most likely congregated around the table for the evening meal.

No, his plans would not be ruined by these idiots, the prince decided. He considered making them leave by force, but that would no doubt cause him unnecessary problems with the woman later. The best thing to do was simply let them finish their food and then leave, so Vegeta grudgingly sat on the roof of the gravity simulator and did something he loathed doing... he waited.

Nearly an hour passed, and eventually Vegeta became so irritated and impatient that he could no longer maintain a meditative state. He leapt to his feet, fists clenched at his sides as he hissed, "How long does it take for these fools to eat?!"

Without much thought, the next moment he was inside the gravity simulator with his fist through the console. He yanked some greasy metal component from the inner workings and was then stalking across the yard to the compound and headed toward the kitchen. Sure enough, he soon heard talking and laughter emanating from the room, which only irritated him further, though the sound died down the moment he entered.

Ignoring the others' stares, he locked eyes with the blue-haired woman and they all jumped in surprise when he dropped the heavy piece of metal on the table with a loud thunk, knocking over the salt, pepper and several other condiments in the process.

"Vegeta, what the hell?" Bulma exclaimed angrily, pushing away from the table and standing to confront the Saiyan face-to-face.

"The simulator needs repairing," He replied simply, his harsh gaze unwavering from the icy blue glare aimed his way.

"I'm having a visit with friends, Vegeta!" Bulma shouted, pointing to the two men and the cat on the other side of the table. Krillin gave the prince a nervous wave, while Yamcha just stared with raised brows. Puar quickly peaked over her friend's shoulder before hiding away again.

"You have a lot of nerve coming in here, acting like I live to serve you! You can shove that vibration control cylinder up your ass!"

Everyone at the table became tight-lipped and wide-eyed at the suggestion, except for Mrs. Briefs who's mouth popped open in a silent "oh!" before gently reprimanding her daughter, "Now, Bulma, that's no way to speak to our guest..."

Without shifting her gaze from the prince, Bulma grumbled, "Not now, mom!"

Dr. Briefs patted his wife's hand while muttering something about tending to the gardens and the two of them stood and quietly left the room.

Bulma exhaled through her nose and poked a well-manicured finger at the Saiyan's chest as she huffed, "You can leave now."

Vegeta glanced down at the offending appendage before narrowing his eyes and slamming a hand down on the table, not hard enough to cause any real damage, but enough to topple any containers that had previously withstood his wrath. Puar squeaked from behind Yamcha's back.

"I'm not leaving until you agree to fix that piece of shit simulator!"

Bulma gasped. "How dare you? It is NOT a piece of shit! I'll have you know that it is one of the most technologically advanced and-"

Vegeta cut her off, "And yet it is constantly breaking down! You call your self a genius, prove it then, woman, and create something worth my time!"

"Hey, you can't talk to Bulma like that!" Yamcha interrupted, standing up from his seat across the table.

Both Vegeta and Bulma turned on him and shouted in unison, "Stay out of this!"

The scarfaced warrior instantly shrank back, looking flustered. Krillin jumped up from his chair as well and began nudging the other fighter to get moving.

"Well, uh, this has been nice, Bulma, but we should really get going... Training and all, y'know..."

Yamcha looked down at Krillin incredulously. "We can't leave her here with this maniac!"

Krillin blanched, catching Vegeta's smirk out of the corner of his eye and instantly remembered all the horribly violent things he'd witness the Saiyan do while wearing that exact same smirk.

"No, no, she's fine. Just a little disagreement between, uh..." He nearly said 'friends' but stopped himself because that would just sound ridiculous. "You got this Bulma? Okay, byyyyeee!"

Without giving her a chance to answer, both the shorter warrior and Puar were shoving Yamcha out of the room with Krillin muttering to him in a hushed voice, though Bulma managed to catch the words, "worse comes to worse", "Goku", and "Dragon Balls."

Once they were alone, the heiress rested a hand on the table and tapped her nails against the expensive wood impatiently while still glaring at the Saiyan, who returned the look with equal intensity.

"Well, what do you have to say for yourself, you jerk?" She demanded, a little louder than necessary.

Vegeta took a step closer so their noses were nearly touching and said, "You can stop your screeching. They're gone now."

Bulma gaze softened and she blew out a sigh of relief, "Oh, thank Kami, I thought they'd never leave."

With that, she threw her arms around the Saiyan's neck and crushed their lips together in a heated kiss. The prince cupped her rear, lifting her onto the edge of the table and with a quick swipe of his hand, cleared it of all the bottles, plates, cups and utensils, sending them crashing to the floor.

"Oh, Vegeta!" Bulma groaned in annoyance as a cleaning bot whizzed over and began picking up the mess he'd made. Ignoring her scolding, the prince laid her back against the hard wood, his lips against her neck and skilled hands exploring her body.

"Oh, Vegeta!" The heiress groaned his name a second time, though much breathier than the last, and Vegeta smiled victoriously against her skin. His dinner plans hadn't been ruined after all.