I do not own anything belonging to the Dragon Ball universes that privilege rests with Akira Toriyama.

AN: this scene is a little confusing Vegeta is outside for the whole chapter, listening to Bulma and Yamcha fight late one night. Hope you enjoy it!

18 months 2 weeks 4 days and about 8 hours later…...

"GAAAHHHH!" *Crash* "I hate you, you, you fucking pig!" Bulma screamed at the top of her lungs. *Crash*

"Come on B it didn't mean anything, I swear," Yamcha pleaded with her. *Crash* "You're only going to keep breaking things I won't let you hit me," he said again.

Vegeta sighed as he hesitated at the back door that led from the yard into the kitchen of the Briefs residence. Where he could feel and hear the quarreling couple. Did he really want to walk into the middle of the fight?

No, not really.

Firstly, he hated Yamcha, and to make it worse the Zfighter always dragged Vegeta into their arguments. At first, it had obviously been out of his resentment towards Vegeta and the fact that the Saiyan Prince now lived in the Briefs household. Recently though, it seemed Vegeta was mentioned by the Zfighter out of some form of guilt or blackmail he was holding over the bluenette, and that made Vegeta hate Yamcha all the more. It made it extremely difficult to not punch him through a wall whenever Vegeta laid eyes on the pathetic human. Then there was the way Yamcha always spoke to the blue-haired beauty that had more brains in her little finger then Yamcha would accumulate over his entire existence. Of that fact Vegeta was sure. The coddling tone, the condescending words that always tried to shift the blame for his failures onto Bulma. If the damn fool wasn't smart enough to prevent upsetting his own female why did he try to blame her for his failings, it was just dishonorable. And lastly, the reason Vegeta would never admit to out loud, he was jealous of Yamcha. Yamcha had a gorgeous woman, a gorgeous, intelligent, quick-witted, determined woman with a temper to match Vegeta's own. The only human he respects, a woman he was loathed to admit he lusted after since he had first seen her, not on Namek, he thought her a fool then. It was on earth after they had all been transported. When they thought Kakarot was dead. Over the years he began to admire her as well.

Bulma was so vastly different than anyone, ANYONE, the prince had ever met in all his life traveling the vastness of space. She wasn't completely afraid of him and while he hadn't tested it out yet he suspected she wouldn't retreat from his touch. Sure she had been terrified when they'd first met but that was years ago and he had genuinely threatened to kill her at the time. Despite that, she never backed down when he was in a bad mood or when his temper got too hot. She always held him to higher standards of conduct, that was truly endearing. In his youth as Frieza's slave, he had been able to behave as he wished so long as he did his master's bidding. Frieza didn't care how he conducted himself, but Bulma made sure from day one that Vegeta knew exactly how he was expected to behave if he was going to be living under her roof, eating her food, using her gravity machine and battle bots. If he truly was a prince then he sure as hell needed to act like one. It made him feel nostalgic, his own parents had similar rules for behavior. Although Bulma never raised a hand to him if he slipped up, not that she'd be able to do any harm to him. No, this woman would just nag him to death if he didn't behave like the royalty he "claimed to be" as she always put it. All of this caused him to feel things for her and it was pulling instincts he had long ago buried in order to survive, he was growing comfortable with this human female.

Another crash of a plate hitting the wall from inside pulled him from his thoughts and Vegeta sighed. He might as well go back to the ship, this fight didn't seem to be winding down anytime soon.

"I hate you, I don't ever want to see you again!" The bluenette screamed.

There was nothing new about this fight and Vegeta turned to walk back across the yard.

"Come on B you don't mean that you love me," Yamcha tried to reason with her.

Vegeta scoffed at that, how weak was this fool? Did he always need to define their emotional attachment? Was Yamcha that insecure, that needy? What an infant.

"No, Yamcha." Her voice was calm, calmer than he'd ever heard it before and Vegeta stopped in his tracks on instinct, he'd only made it three steps from the door. For the woman to go from screaming and breaking things to being THAT calm was never good, "I'm done, we are done, this is over. I want you to leave."

This fight was very different after all. Vegeta was trying hard to repress his illation at her statement and the seriousness in her tone. She was ending things with the idiot, finally.

"Bulma you don't mean this, you're just upset, it's really not a big deal," Yamcha stated flippantly.

Shit. It was going to start, the bluenette was going to cry. Vegeta could feel it in her ki. Yamcha just had to tell her how she was feeling. The fool didn't even have the wherewithal to read his own woman's emotions enough to prevent making her cry. Vegeta half-turned and cringed at the first sob, if there was one thing he hated above all others it was when this woman cried.

"No big deal? NO BIG DEAL!?" Bulma had lost her cool, how could Yamcha think that cheating on her was no big deal? She caught him. On their anniversary. "How could you? How could you do this to me? And on our anniversary?" So what if she had been a little late for their dinner date, she was working her ass off for capsule Corp. "I have been nothing but faithful to you for YEARS! I'm twenty minutes late and you already had some skank in your lap!"

Skank. What the fuck was a skank? It was such a course and vulgar sounding word. Faithful he understood. Vegeta turned fully to listen for more context so he could understand what he was hearing. Why am I doing this? He asked himself, why do I care about this woman? But he couldn't pull himself away not when she was this distraught. He wanted to go in there and kick Yamcha out, she had told him to get out twice now.

"Yeah, you were late!" Yamcha yelled he didn't like how serious Bulma had been a few seconds ago. Was she really going to end their decade long relationship? Well if she was he wasn't going to go down easy.

Bulma was shocked, was Yamcha really going to try to turn this around on her when she had caught him red-handed?

"Were you here with your other boyfriend? I see how you look at him! How you drool after him. You've been doing it for years now." Yamcha was digging, he knew it but he couldn't stand that Bulma found Vegeta attractive.

What the hell was this pathetic human talking about? The woman had been faithful to him, she had just stated as much. Over the past two years, Vegeta had been living here he had never smelled another man on her, let alone seen Bulma with another man.

"Are you serious right now!?" Bulma screeched causing even the Saiyan outside to flinch. "You know nothing is going on. You're just still jealous of my dream, but it was a DREAM! A dream Yamcha! Yeah, so I find him attractive, but I've never acted on it! Not like you! How many times have you cheated on me? How many girlfriends do you have? How many hussies like the one tonight do you have at your beck and call?"

Oh… that's what a skank is, a hussie, a lower class of female. It was fitting. Rage burned in his gut at the realization that the bluenette had caught Yamcha with one in his lap. It was disgraceful. He knew Yamcha was filth and always wondered why the woman put up with his bullshit, but this was low to be unfaithful to such a creature as her. Not even the lowest classes of Saiyan would consider such an act.

"Like you're at his!?" Yamcha yelled back. "You are such a hypocrite Bulma. You drop everything just to help him with another little project. Tell me how little is his 'project' huh? Can he even make you squirm with it?" Yamcha sneered as he finished.

Vegeta was disgusted further by the vulgar implications of the Zfighter's words. However Bulma's next words shook him to his core, he hadn't realized who this mystery man they were discussing was.

"Would you leave Vegeta out of this already? NOTHING. IS GOING ON BETWEEN US! UGGH! You are so pathetic. This is so fucking typical. We are talking about you cheating on me! On ME! BULMA BRIEFS! The most desirable woman on Earth! Heiress to The Capsule Corp fortune and future head of the company. And all you can think of is Vegeta. This isn't my problem, it's yours. You are obsessed with him. Get over it! So what if I had a dream that I kissed him, it was YEARS AGO! So I think he's gorgeous, so what!? I have never, NEVER, acted on it and you know that. We have a working relationship, do you even realize the technology he has provided me with? The innovations he has helped me create? I just revolutionized space travel capabilities for Earth again, all because of his generosity."

It was him they were fighting about? The woman had dreamed about him? She, found him attractive? Of course, she would, he was a fine specimen, but she thought he was generous? He knew he was an asshole, arrogant, rude at times, obsessive and very cold. But she sounded grateful towards him, there was admiration in her voice. Vegeta felt like the air had been forced from his lungs, as the woman continued.

"The least I can do is recalibrate the gravity chamber for him, or build another battle bot, repair his suit or build him armor. Which by the way has also changed our own earthly forms of armor and tactical gear. He is sticking around to help save this planet, he trains every day, he has goals, he has aspirations. What do you have Yamcha? You hit balls with sticks, and in reality that's only going to last another couple of years, you are terrible with money, you have no self-control, certainly no goals, and now… NO GIRLFRIEND! GET. OUT!"

"No, I'm not going anywhere until you tell me the truth." Yamcha was furious and he advanced on Bulma.

"Please, Yamcha I'm done. I've told you the truth more times than I care to count. Has my story ever changed?" Bulma was crying into her hands and didn't notice the z fighter closing the distance between them. She leaned back into the counter and sobbed into her hands.

Vegeta wasn't really listening to the couple anymore. He was struggling with his internal monolog. He was secretly pleased by the news of her attraction for him. What was more staggering was how she spoke about Vegeta himself, no one had ever called him generous before, and while it threatened his reputation it boosted his ego to know she of all people admired him, and that fact made the weakling jealous of him. Her sobs broke him out of his thoughts. He couldn't stand her tears and took an involuntary step towards the door but stopped when he felt the z fighter moved toward the woman.

Now directly in front of her Yamcha placed both hands on the counter to either side of Bulma, caging her in. He wasn't going to leave until he got what he wanted, her to admit she cheated and then to make up.

"The truth B. I want the truth. And you are going to give it to me one way, or another." The threat in his voice caused Bulma to lift her face from her hands in shock. She hadn't realized he was right in front of her and the look in his eye was scaring her.

"W-what do you m-m-mean one w-way or a-another?"