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Bulma was standing out on her balcony in a pair of her mickey mouse boxers and a white tank top. She enjoyed looking out at the stars and the moon. That is, until it was destroyed. Now she just tried to pick out the familiar constellations. Bulma gazed at the stars until something caught her eye, The light in the gravity room was still on. From the third floor you could see very clearly through the window. There she saw Vegeta throwing endless ki blasts against the sides of the room. He was shirtless and sweating, the light gleamed on his wet back and Bulma couldn't help but notice how well-built he looked.

"Kami, is he ever gorgeous..." Bulma said to no one in particular. She gazed at him for another moment before realizing what she had said. 'Ew whats wrong with me?!" she reprimanded herself, 'he's a pompous Saiyan prince who does nothing but get on your nerves.' Deciding she was just tired, and since she had a big date with Yamcha the next day, Bulma went to bed.

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Bulma awoke the next morning and stumbled down the stairs repeating "Coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee." When she finally made it down the stairs and to the kitchen she groaned at what she saw.

"Go away, it's too early to fight Vegeta."

"It's 10:30 baka, I want my damn breakfast!"

"No! Why should I feed you?!? You don't respect me, all you do is yell and threaten! Get up and make your own damn food!" Bulma retorted as she poured herself some coffee. She sat down and got ready to take a sip but Vegeta was fuming...

"I am the Prince of Vegita-Sei! I demand that you follow my orders! A prince at least deserves to get some breakfast! NOW COOK!" Bulma jumped up and spilled her coffee, but she didn't notice.

"WELCOME TO EARTH OH MIGHTY PRINCE!" her voice dripping with sarcasm, "NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR RANK OR YOUR *ROYAL* STOMACH. SO SHOVE IT!"

"Need I remind you woman, I could snap your neck in one swift movement if I cared to." Vegeta had a dangerous chill in his voice. Bulma knew she had overstepped her boundaries.

"Ugh, fine." Bulma fumbled around the kitchen and finally produced a stack of pancakes for Vegeta.

"Are these to your liking your *highness*," Bulma asked, again emphasizing her words with sarcasm.

"Hmm, these are halfway decent woman, not like some of those other foul things you expect me to eat." Vegeta smirked and shoveled more pancakes in his mouth. Bulma was not in a good mood, she woke up late, had to fight with Vegeta first thing in the morning, she hadn't had her coffee yet, and now Vegeta was insulting her cooking?

"Look you bastard! I don't have to deal with you you know! I could very easily not cook for you and leave you to fend for yourself, how would you like that?!?!" Vegeta laughed at his hostess's outburst.

"Be quiet woman, I said the pancakes were decent. Now sit down and have some coffee before you wake up everyone else in this house." He gave her one of his classic smirks and observed how cute she was when she woke up. 'Ugh, what's wrong with me? She is the most annoying woman I've ever met. She never shuts up and she's always ready to start a fight. These pancakes must be clouding my logic.' Vegeta finished his breakfast quicker than usual (if that's even possible) and headed off to train.

Having finished her coffee and breakfast as well, Bulma headed upstairs to get dressed.

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'What's taking him so long?' Bulma wondered as she checked her watch for the zillionth time. Bulma was all dressed up for her date with Yamcha. She had on a short, white, strapless dress with a white off shoulder shawl. Her hair was pinned on top of her head with two stray strands framing her face. 'Maybe he wasn't picking me up? Maybe I was supposed to meet him at his place.' Bulma reasoned. She walked outside and ran into Vegeta on his way in for dinner. Vegeta stopped dead in his tracks as he beheld Bulma. He couldn't believe that this was the same woman he was so constantly fighting with. He stared at her, thinking about how sexy she looked. His thoughts were interrupted by Bulma.

"You like it?" inquired Bulma with a sly smile on her face. She knew that Vegeta was intrigued by her outfit. Vegeta recovered quickly and retorted with "Hmphh, I don't understand why Chikyuu women insist on dressing like whores. And where do you think your going? Is my dinner ready?!"

"No your dinner isn't ready!" replied Bulma, obviously insulted by his comment, "I have a date, so you're on your own tonight!" 'Ha! Let him try and fend for himself this once.' Bulma pulled out a capsule and threw it onto the driveway. As she climbed into the capsule car she glanced at Vegeta and saw him walking angrily and, perhaps, a little sulkily, towards the kitchen.

"Wow, he's so cute when he's sulky. Ew! What am I thinking?!?" Bulma felt her forehead to check for a fever and, deciding it was temporary insanity, sped off toward Yamcha's.