Author's Note – Well, here is yet another new fanfic of mine! I'll warn you though, I am writing three fics at the same time, and how fast chaps come out on certain fics depends on what kind of writing 'funk' I'm in. One of my fics requires a lot of serious thought, and I only work on it when I know I'll be able to do my best emotional writing. The other depends on how many new ideas I have. Now this fic… lol, well, it's basically comedy, and will become extremely crazy, so lol, I'll work on it when I'm in that kind of mood. Anyway, just thought I'd warn you, it may take quite some time in-between chaps every once and a while, but if you can be patient, they will come! Muwahah, so, here's my fic about everyone's favorite Saiyan Prince, Veg! Enjoy!

DBZ – An Insight on Vegeta's Dating Life

Disclaimer – I do not own DBZ, I just think it totally kicks ass.

Chapter 1 – Can I Stay With You, Pu-lease?

"That does it!" Bulma shouted with tear filled eyes, slamming the door hard, rattling it off its hinges. "I can't take this anymore! I thought I liked you, I thought you could change! But I was WRONG!!" Bulma turned suddenly, trying hard to hold back her emotions as she ran down the hallway.

          Vegeta frowned, wiping a few beads of sweat from his previous training session off his face. 'Stupid Onna…' He thought bitterly as he heard her sobs coming from a room a little ways away. He had only been living at Capsule Corp a short time, ever since they had finally put the whole episode with that baka Frieza to rest. He hated it there, but he liked the luxury of being able to use the gravity room whenever he pleased. Otherwise, he probably would have been gone ages ago… And now the stupid Onna had gone and fallen in love with him! As if things weren't complicated enough. Just a few minutes ago, she had ordered him to leave and never come back. If he could think of anywhere else to go, he probably would have more than happily obliged, but the fact was, he couldn't. Either way, Bulma always had little emotional tantrums like this, and Vegeta thought little more of it as he strode into the kitchen, throwing a towel over his shoulder and starting to root through the fridge for something to drink. Unfortunately, he had no idea how serious Bulma was this time…

           "What the hell?" Vegeta looked up as a heavy bag came flying from the hallway and skidded to a stop near the staircase to the front door. He blinked a couple of times, studying the bag. He then realized that some of his belongings were poking out of the corners. As he stood looking stupidly at the bag, another flew at him, hitting him abruptly in the side. "Damnit Onna!" He shouted angrily as the bag flopped over on the floor beside him.

          Bulma came out of the room, her face red, and her eyes still puffy and tear filled. She carried three more bags with her, doing this with some difficulty, throwing them down as she reached him.

          "There." She said shakily looking seriously at him. "I don't care where you go, or how you get there, but if you don't leave, I don't know what I'll do." She stood quietly as he stared blankly at her.

          "You're asking me to leave?" He demanded, raising an eyebrow at the pathetic human.

          "No," Bulma said, ready to break down once again, "I'm telling you to."

          Vegeta gave her a glare that could have blasted holes through the wall. So, she wanted him out of her life now huh? She couldn't accept him for who he was?   Big surprise. Just like everybody else. But he didn't care anymore. He was sick of being treated this way! He was a Saiyan Prince! Not just some fool she could try to bend to her will. "FINE!" He hollered, picking up his things. "I don't know why I stayed around as long as I did! I can't stand you, and I hope I never have to see your face again!" He hissed, turning his back to her and storming out the door. Bulma burst into tears once again as he headed out into the cool night air.

          "Good! Then don't come back! I never want to see you again either, you heartless bastard!" She cried to his retreating back from the doorframe, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I hope you never find love! I hope you live your life lonely and full of regret in return for how you've hurt me! And I know you will! Because you don't have a heart! And no woman could ever be as crazy as I was to ever have loved you!"

          With that, she slammed the door. Vegeta looked back for a moment as she disappeared inside. Something about what she had said had really bothered him… 'You don't have a heart…You'll never find love…' Her sobbing voice played over again and again in his head. He stood still for a moment, than shook it off. He was the prince of the Saiyans! He would not let himself become emotional over a foolish baka human female such as Bulma! She wasn't good enough for him anyhow! And what did she know? He shoved his thoughts aside as he continued down the street. He wasn't sure of what he was going to do yet, and he hated the only solution he could think up at the time being, but he needed a place to stay until he could work things out, and he couldn't think of any other options…



          Vegeta frowned as he banged noisily on the front door to a familiar home. He waited impatiently for a couple of seconds, tapping his foot as he did so. It suddenly opened to reveal the black haired baka of a woman Kackarot called a wife. Vegeta looked up at her, wearing his usual scowl.

          "Vegeta?" Chi Chi asked in a bit of surprise as she recognized the spiky haired Saiyan prince standing on her doorstep. He was caring a lot of luggage, and looked extremely PO'd, but then again, when did that become out of the ordinary…

          Vegeta raised his eyebrow at her. "No shit Sherlock." He snapped, adjusting the weight in his hands. "Now are you going to stand there all day like an idiot or go tell Kackarot I'm here??"

          Chi Chi stood back, starting to fume. "Excuse me!" She demanded angrily, putting her hands on her hips, "But I don't think-"

          "I don't think I have time to listen to your pathetic speech!" Vegeta cut her off, the vein in his head starting to become slightly visible, "And what I need to say will only take a minute, so you'd better shut the hell up and listen to this! I need to talk to Kackarot right now!! Do you understand you harpy Amazon bitch?!?"

          Chi Chi stood back, aghast, and if she had been able to self-destruct, she probably would have done it right then. She took in a sharp breath, and the cussing out prepared to ensue, but Goku managed to intervene just in time.

          "Hey honey, I heard some yelling so I thought I'd – WUAHHHH!" Goku ran quickly in-between the two raging individuals, holding his arms out stretched. "Now now! There's no need for violence!" He exclaimed trying hard to restrain Chi Chi. Vegeta grunted, unimpressed as he watched the seen.

          "Listen Kackarot, I have a proposition for you that I bluntly don't want to accept myself, but I have no other choice." Vegeta stated as Goku managed to shut the door leaving the two of them outside to talk without interruption.
 
          Goku looked stupidly at him for a few minutes, trying to figure out what a proposition was…

          "Look, Bulma kicked me out of Capsule Corp, and I need a place to stay for the night. I hate the fact that I must resort to this, but I couldn't think of any other alternatives. It will hopefully only be a night, just until I can get my thoughts in order. Will you accept?" Vegeta asked, pretty impressed at how quickly he had managed to calm himself down for that serious speech.

          Goku blinked. "Guh?" What do you mean Vegeta?"

          Vegeta gritted his teeth as his annoyance at this entire situation grew. "I MEAN I'M ASKING IF I CAN STAY AT YOUR HOUSE TONIGHT YOU BAKA!!!!" Vegeta shouted, his eye twitching a couple of times as he tried to steady his breathing.

          "Oh! Well, sure! Why didn't you just say so in the first place?" Goku asked with a goofy smile, scratching the back of his head. He reached out and took a couple of Vegeta's bags. "Here, let me help you with that. Come on!" He gestured, opening the door and heading in. Vegeta shook his head and followed Goku inside. It was going to be one interesting night…



          "Are you CRAZY???" Chi Chi roared, shaking the house and almost knocking it off its foundation. "You're letting that Asshole stay with us?!? WHY??" Goku cringed as his wife screamed at him, putting a hand to one ear.

          "Calm down honey, it's just, well, he didn't have anywhere else to go! It'll only be for a little while! Just please – Don't yell anymore!" Goku pleaded to Chi Chi, who stood seething as he tried desperately to reason with her. In the next room, Vegeta sat quietly in a rocking chair, watching Gohan play some kind of game on his little Nintendo thing.

          'Wow.' Vegeta thought with a hint of contemptuousness as he watched what looked like a tiny plane flying on the screen and Gohan pounded on buttons, 'I wonder how the kid managed to be allowed some time for fun with that ikeike mother of his around…' Gohan let out a frustrated moan as his tiny ship blew up or something, and he was forced to start over again. He looked over at Vegeta who was staring blankly at the television as if his concentration was actually elsewhere.

          "Hey, Mr. Vegeta?" Gohan piped up suddenly, causing Vegeta to snap into reality and turn to him. "Do you want to play?" He offered cheerfully, gesturing towards the controller on the ground beside him. Vegeta raised an eyebrow at the offer.

          "Do I look like I have time to waste on a stupid video game?" Vegeta demanded in his usual gruff angry voice. Gohan paused for a moment, not really sure if he should answer the question or not. He thought it over, than answered cautiously,

 "Well, um, yeah!" Vegeta's eyes widened as he tried to think of an insulting comeback, but the truth was, the boy was right. Vegeta was just sitting there in the rocking chair, doing nothing. He had no work or important happenings that needed attention. It had, in fact, been a very weak excuse for him to not play the idiotic game. So he sat there, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to think of what to say. Finally, he gave in, and with an angry yank, snatched up the controller. "Fine! Just tell me what to do."

          "Well," Gohan began, and it didn't take Vegeta a second thought to figure out that this was going to be complicated. 'Kids and their dumb, far too complex games!' He thought to himself as Gohan went on and on, now about something to do with radar. Finally, when he had had enough, he held up a hand and stated very simply,

          "Look boy. I'm just going to press this button and try to blow things up. All right? I don't really want to play anyway! I have no idea why I'm humoring you!"

          Gohan stopped his speech and shrugged. "Well, that's basically just what I do too. I just thought you might want to know the technically correct way you're supposed to play." He explained, turning back to the television as Vegeta got ready to start a new game.

          'Technically correct?' Vegeta raised an eyebrow. That was for sure. With all those damn math and science books Gohan's mother made him read, Vegeta wouldn't be surprised if the poor kid ended up as some kind of frickin' rocket scientist when he got older. It was sad really, how a powerful half-Saiyan's abilities were going shamefully to waste. Vegeta let out a sigh as he started pressing buttons left and right as Gohan cheered him on. He could still hear Kackarot arguing with his wife in the kitchen. He just wanted to go to sleep…The sooner he did that, the sooner he could get the hell away from there.

  

          "I can't take it much longer Goku!!" Chi Chi growled through gritted teeth. Vegeta was sleeping next door in the spare room and snoring loud enough that she was sure they must have been able to hear it across the road. Goku frowned as his wife shook him awake, blinking tiredly at her. "Well honey, what do you want me to do about it??" He demanded, looking over at her with half open eyes. Chi Chi shrugged. "I don't know! Just, go tell him to stop!" Goku let out a small sigh and waved a hand. If he didn't do something, neither of them would get any sleep. "Okay, okay…" He grumbled, rolling out of bed. Literally. "Ow…" He moaned, holding his head as he hit the floor.

          "Stop fooling around and go ask him!" Chi Chi demanded angrily from somewhere above him. Goku nodded and got up drowsily, dragging himself towards the door and to the spare room. He lifted a hand and knocked loudly on the door. "Vegeta…" No answer. "Vegeta!" Still no answer. Goku opened the door slowly and walked in, tapping Vegeta on the shoulder. "Vegeta!" Nothing. Goku, very tired, and not in the best of spirits, decided the best way to wake him up might be to slap him. So he did, right in the face. "VEGETA! WUAHHH!"  Goku let out a large yell as he was thrown backwards and into the wall, plaster falling around him as part of the wall collapsed. Vegeta rolled over, still sleeping as soundly as before, hugging his blankets as Goku coughed out some dust.

"Well that worked well…uh." Goku decided, falling back, asleep. Vegeta gargled, furrowing his eyebrows. "No… Damn you… Hello Kitty…" He mumbled, resuming his loud annoying snoring. Looked Like Chi Chi wouldn't be getting much sleep after all…