Distractions

Disclaimer: Hey! I don't own Dragon Ball Z or any of the characters in this story, Akiria Toriyama does! Lucky guy...if I did own DBZ I'd create Goku all for me. ^_~ Heh...

A/N: This fan-fiction is a Bulma & Vegeta get-together. There's a lot of these I know, but they're my favorite to read, so I decided to write one! It's got a small lemon at the end, but not a large one. This is my first fanfic, so please tell me exactly what you think, flame me if it sucks. R&R!!

Chapter 1: The Night Before

Bulma stared up into the starry, clear night sky, wondering when she last had a relaxing moment to herself. This is the first moment she had alone for a long time. She had always had an important project, a mandatory meeting, grocery shopping, immediate chores... something to do that took up all of her time. But lately she had a lot of extra time on hands. Everybody was training hard for the Androids, and she didn't have anything interesting to do. She sighed and walked back into her huge room, and lied on her soft, king size bed. Even though this was the first moment she had alone for a long time, she found it rather intensely boring instead of relaxing. She looked at her digital clock and read 11:57 PM. Since she couldn't sleep, she decided to get a small snack then watch TV until she was tired. She got up and slugged downstairs, hoping Vegeta wasn't down there. The last year or so of him living with them hadn't been very "pleasant." He was always rudely bossing her around, was never polite, and he could eat all of the world's food and still have room for a dessert. That's why she was grateful to find no sign of Vegeta downstairs.

"That's a relief."

As she was quietly rummaging through the oversized refrigerator for some cherry soda to go with her pepperoni pizza and potato chips, she heard the front door open then slam shut, making Bulma drop her glass plate and hit her head on the hard refrigerator door.

"What the hell?!" She screamed loudly, frustrated. This is all she needed.

Vegeta walked through the room, ignoring her surprise. He roughly proceeded to the large living room and sat on the leather couch and turned on the TV, obviously very pissed about something. Bulma was furious. The last thing she needed was to break a glass plate and get a headache from hitting her head on the refrigerator door. Mumbling, she angrily marched into the living room and turned off the TV.

"What the hell is the matter with you?! You made me drop my plate! Now there's glass all over the floor!! Get your royal ass into the kitchen and clean it up NOW!!!" She ordered. Bulma ignored the fact that he most definitely would NOT clean up any mess, and that he could care less if there was glass all over the floor.

Vegeta was not surprised by her sudden outburst, he almost expected her to be mad about him coming into the house so loudly.

"I will not clean up your filthy messes, woman. And I really don't care that there's glass on the floor. If it really bothers you that much, then YOU clean up the damn mess!" he fought back.

Very frustrated now, Bulma felt like throwing something at him, even though she knew that he would either catch it or dodge it. Vegeta on the other hand, was enjoying this little verbal argument. He was very mad after failing to turn Super Saiyan, and he needed to vent some intense anger out. As he waited for her next loud comment, he slowly crossed his muscled arms and sat up further on the leather couch. But Bulma was just too pissed to care about fighting back, so she just madly stormed out of the living room and went to the closet to get a broom and a dustpan. Vegeta was greatly shocked that she didn't fight back. That stupid woman never backed down from a verbal fight before, and he didn't expect tonight to be any different. So he turned to TV back on and ignored Bulma's vulgar mumbling as she swept up the sharp, tiny pieces of glass. After she was done, she stormed out of the room to get some Aspirin to relieve her pounding headache.

As Vegeta watched TV, he thought, How did I get stuck in this house on this pathetic ball of dust? Dumb question, you know how you got here, you died, remember? Duh. Then Vegeta's thoughts abruptly did a 360-degree turn when he realized why he had come into the house so angry. He had been so close!! But by then he was too tired. How come Kakarott and that boy can turn Super Saiyan and I cannot? How can that boy be Super Saiyan at all?? It doesn't make any sense. Kakarott and I are the only Saiyans still alive! He sighed. Man, I really need someone to yell at right now...

Just then, Vegeta heard Bulma coming downstairs, still on her search for Aspirin. Finally finding the bottle behind the white toaster, she got a drink of her soda and took some of the white pills. She was still very mad from earlier, so she decided to return upstairs to her room. But before she could, Vegeta proudly walked into the kitchen.

"Woman! There's still glass on this floor! You really should clean things better." He said, hoping that would piss her off.

How does he know just what to say to make me angry??5 She thought. But this time she wouldn't lower herself to his level and was determined to just walk away. Why does he have to infuriate me so much, though? It's like his second goal in life! With the exception of wanting to be more powerful than Goku... Bulma just ignored his annoying remark and continued to walk out of the tense kitchen, upstairs, and into her room and went to bed, leaving Vegeta more pissed than he was before because she hadn't said anything annoying back to him. Finally giving up on having a verbal argument with Bulma, he went up to his room to rest.

Well that's the end of Chapter One. Chapter Two is posted, so go on and go to the next chapter!!