FieldsofGold1

Disclaimer: Naa...do I sound like a old man? No, I'm not Akira and no I do not own dbz.

A/N:
Well, this story came out of my mind one day. All this starts just a little after Yamcha cheats on Bulma in -her- house! So Vegeta got mad but didn't act upon it and I'm not telling you anymore! You'll just have to read the story when it's done, k?

Fields of Gold
Chapter one

Morning Vegeta. Bulma said, her voice more merrier than normal, her back still turned toward him. He glanced at her with his dark eyes before seating himself at the large wooden table in the center of the room. The light colors of the room brought the thought of happiness. Lightening his mood for a moment. Hope you don't mind eggs.
Depends on if they taste like crap or not. He responded with his usual harshness. She just glanced at him with a smile on her face. He just shrugged it off, turning his gaze to the table as she set a plate full of eggs, sausage and toast on the smooth surface. The heat coming off in visible vapors as Vegeta eyed it warily. Are you sure this is safe?
She laughed, instead of her normal glare. I'm sure, look if you don't die within the hour, then you'll know for sure. was her reply as she sat on the other side of the table with her own plate. Without a word she eat her food. He watched her for a few more seconds before musing about the food and eating it.
She called, it had been four or five hours since breakfast, and she was having trouble choosing what clothes she should give to salvation army. Her lighthearted mother entered the room, smiling at her only child. Can you help me for a sec.
With what, dear? Boy problems? Her mother questioned, a bright smile on her face. Bulma turned a nice shade of red. Sweat dropping, she motioned toward her closet.
No, not boy problems. I have to give my annual box of clothes to salvation army, and I don't know what to give. She said, the embarrassment gone, for now. Her mother rubbed her chin in thought.
Hmm...What about that nice purple dress?
To many memories, can't.
What about those blue corduroy overalls? You never wear them.
Good idea. What about this blue dress?
No, once I overheard Vegeta say something about that one.
What did he say? No, wait don't tell me!
He said you looked sexy.
Bulma said, as she blush crept up on her. She still threw the dress back in the closet. The box took them an hour to fill. Her mother, now in love with talking about Vegeta, made her promise to try and get him to socialize.
Came her tentative voice she she slowly cracked open the door. Into pure darkness. After a few moments, she decided that no one was in there. Before she closed the door, a voice came from the shadows.
Was the gruff reply. Bulma, her courage somewhat gained, she reached inside and flicked on the light. At first Vegeta just squinted, before he stood up from the chair he was currently sitting in.
I was wondering if you would like to go to the store with me. She said, looking down. Vegeta gave her a skeptical look, crossing his arms, he answered.
She looked surprised with the answer. She had suspected that he would just flat out refuse. When he first came she was convinced that he was a vampire.
Because I need a big, tuff, strong man by my side while I give out clothes to poor people. Was her sarcastic response. He raised a single eyebrow to that before chuckling. She smiled, one victory won. Shrugging, he stalked out the door behind her. Turning, her eyes followed him as we reached the car and sat in it and stared at her impatiently. Sighing she walked out to the car also. That was the biggest storm we've ever had here. Besides the hurricanes that happen every once in a while. Took them hours to get the electricity up and running.
That was a puny storm. With a glare from her, he finished his sentence quickly. From the ones I've seen and been in.
The largest storm I've ever seen was the one when Namek was going to explode. Jesus Christ, I thought I was going to die on a foreign planet! She exclaimed while making a turn onto a road. Vegeta chuckled.
The largest storm I have ever been in was on Planet Frieza, when I was under Frieza's command. I was about 16 years old. Like the planet it was a snow storm, covered the whole entire planet with twenty feet of snow for three weeks. Not to count that it was also a lighting storm. Came Vegeta's reply as he stared out the window. Bulma just stared at him for a few moments before realizing that she should pay attention to what she was doing.
Sounds scary. She said, parking in an open space in front of a building that said in big bold letters. Salvation Army.'
Not as scary as this one was. He huffed as he climbed out of the low car. Bulma pointed out the heavy box in the trunk. He amiably picked it up with ease as he followed her inside. A man at the counter, that was sitting on a chair looked up from his magazine when the bell at the top of the door rang out. He looked happy at seeing Bulma, even happier at the box. It faded when he saw the not so happy look on Vegeta's face.
I thought you'd given up on us this year. During that storm last night, a couple of houses had their roof torn off and the weak ones were just totally demolished! It was like some unseen force was doing it because the news forecast said that it was not a hurricane. we're glad that you came with your yearly box of charity now instead of next month. He said, as he pointed out the corner in which Vegeta was to place the box. Vegeta set it down as if it weighed a feather. The guy took note of this, seeing like it looked to weigh at least 100 pounds. It was a big box, he could fit inside it himself with some leg room, and he was six foot four. The box seemed overly stuffed also.
You're very welcome Mr. TaHito. She gave a slight nod before walking out. The man watched after her, but not after Vegeta gave him a hard look.
Jeez Vegeta, your not very social are you? She asked, laughing as she drove away. That man always hits on me, every year. I guess he was intimidated by a short, tuff, strong guy like you! Vegeta puffed his cheeks out in anger at the short bit of her sentence.
It's not my fault the guy has bad taste. He said, smirking as she swatted his shoulder, giving him a fake look of horror of his speech. That just made him laugh.
Then why did you agree to come with me then? She asked a taunting hint in her voice as she smirked at him. He smirked right back. He didn't answer until they were back into the house.
An act of kindness He said walking into the kitchen, were Mrs. Briefs was standing at the kitchen sink. Bulma gave him a quizzical look.
What are you talking about? She asked as they sat at the kitchen table. Mrs. Briefs, after hearing Vegeta's first comment decided to listen in on their conversation.
Thought I'd make an unwanted girl feel important. Seeing as I'm a big, tuff, strong man and everything. he said smirking as Bulma gaped at him.
Mrs. Briefs said, Bulma turned to glare at her mother. On her way she grabbed the pepper shaker. She turned back to Vegeta, only to throw the pepper shaker at him. Vegeta started to rub his nose, but to no avail, he sneezed, he stood up in his chair trying to hold it in. His nose didn't agree and sneezed again. Vegeta, just a tad embarrassed left the room without saying a word. Bulma and her mother laughed as they heard him sneezing all the way down the hall.