I would love to thank Warm Hugs and NinjaWhisper for this idea!

"Vegeta! We're back!"

Bulma called out, throwing her handbag onto the couch and looking around. She spotted several empty takeaway boxes left scattered on the table, but the saiyan prince was nowhere to be seen.

"Geez, he left quite a mess," Yamcha muttered, but Bulma paid him no mind, and continued to look around, "huh, where is he?"

"Does is matter?" the ex-bandit scoffed, "it's better if he leaves and never show his ugly mug here ever again, that arrogant asshole is just a worthless waste of space."

Bulma frowned and turned to berate her boyfriend, but someone beat her to it-"that's a lot of talk for someone who doesn't deserve the air they breathe."

A dark silhouette with flame shaped hair leaned against the doorway, and Bulma grinned, "Hey 'Geta."

Vegeta turned towards the scientist and nodded slightly, acknowledging her presence, before sneering at her companion.

Yamcha narrowed his eyes, "you haven't kicked him out yet? That's a shame."

"You haven't taken out the trash?" Vegeta stared at the glaring human, "that's a shame," he countered.

"Your just a stupid, cocky brute," Yamcha's eye's flashed angrily, "you'll never beat Goku, he'll always be the best."

Seeing no reaction, a smug Yamcha continued, "you're just the Prince in name only. You'll never be able to beat Goku, he'll always be better than you are. It's a good thing your planet blew up. You always talk about pride, but in fact, you have none-where's the honor in living in a 'backwater mud ball'," he mocked, "needing to rely on us 'weaklings' for your own training, and being the weakest saiyan in the entre universe?"

Vegeta visibly flinched, and Bulma gasped-it was a low blow. Even without the special powers her friends had, Bulma sensed Vegeta's power rising-the saiyan prince's aura danced around him and before she could stop him, the furious saiyan pounced on Yamcha.

Bulma let out a bloodcurdling scream, as her furniture erupted into flames around the duo, and she was sure she heard Yamcha cry out.

"Stop it! Both of you!" Her screams were drowned out by the roar of the fire and the unmistakable sound of bones snapping, coupled with screams of agony.

It was then a large pair of arms grabbed her from behind, and whisked her out of the house, and Bulma barely saw a flash of orange and green before she was deposited out the front yard.

The heiress blinked. "Gohan?"

The seven year old remained silent, standing in front of her as he used his ki to extinguish the flames of the burning house, and she could see the charred, blackened outer walls of the dome as smoke billowed from the windows. Bulma didn't even what to think about the state of her living room.

It was then Goku emerged from the doorway, a limp body over his shoulder, which Bulma immediately identified as her boyfriend. Vegeta appeared behind him, snarling at the wary namekian that followed, and he purposefully avoided Bulma's gaze.

Goku laid down the unconscious, barely breathing human and fed him a senzu bean, and moments later Yamcha jumped up with no evidence of the fight except for his scorched clothes and dried blood. The Earth saiyan stood up, fists clenched, "why did you do that, Vegeta?"

The saiyan prince looked up and met Goku's eyes, growling, "I don't have to explain anything to you, Kakarot," and his voice was venomous but unmistakably wounded.

Goku opened his mouth to retort, but Bulma stepped forth, "you jerk! You set my house on fire! What were you trying to prove, you idiot?!" she screeched, and everyone's eyes widened.

Yamcha, Goku and Gohan both stepped towards Bulma, each for a different reason-Goku ready to fight to defend his childhood friend, Gohan to get Bulma as far away as possible if things got ugly, and Yamcha preparing to calm his girlfriend before she infuriated her explosive houseguest.

Vegeta looked up into Bulma's deep blue eyes, and showed something like... shame? Hurt?

She softened at the look in his eyes, "oh you big idiot, just stick to destroying the GR, okay? You're going to help me clean up after this, you got that?"

The saiyan prince nodded, slightly baffled that she forgave him so easily.

"What? Babe, you're just going to let him off?" Yamcha demanded, "he almost killed me, and wrecked your house!"

"Well, that's because you said all those mean things to him!" Bulma poked her boyfriend in the chest, "his planet was blown up by the same person who took him as a..." the word 'slave' died at her throat, and she shot a sympathetic glance towards Vegeta who was staring at her in disbelief, no doubt trying to process her actions.

"Anyways you could have been a little more sensitive!"

Yamcha gaped, speechless, and Bulma turned to Vegeta again. "Next time, bring your fights outside. I don't want blood on the carpet and holes in the walls."

Vegeta smirked at her spunk. "Whatever woman."

Bulma grinned, "Thanks for saving me, you guys. Hey, how did you know they were in a fight?"

"Vegeta's and Yamcha's kis rose," Gohan answered automatically.

"We could have been training," Vegeta snapped sourly, not happy he didn't get to exact his full punishment on the scar-faced weakling.

"Well, Piccolo sensed it, right?" Goku turned towards his green friend, who huffed, "It was Kami who informed me of your fight," he begrudgingly admitted.

"How did Kami know?" Bulma raised an eyebrow.

"He saw it from the lookout!" Goku said cheerfully, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"He can see what's going on here all the way from up there?" Vegeta questioned, saying the one thing on Bulma's mind.

"Yea, I guess," the demi-saiyan nodded, "weird, huh."

Bulma thought for a while. "Hey, how come Kami is Kami?"

"What?"

"You know, shouldn't Earth's god be, well, an earthling? Why a Namekian?"

"Because," Piccolo answered plainly, "our race is far superior to your pathetic weak earthling race."

"Hey!" Yamcha protested.

"Well, it's true," Vegeta shrugged, "your race is one of the most pitiful I have seen."

Bulma smirked, "then I guess you can get some other 'less pitiful' race to build you your precious gravity machine, huh."

Vegeta opened his mouth to retort, but Bulma brushed past him and gave him a wink-an obvious sign she was teasing. "Come on, you have a lot to clean up, you know."

Yamcha wasn't sure which one was more surprising-Vegeta following the heiress without complaints, or the odd look Goku and Piccolo exchanged.