Lately I've been reading tons of B/V fics, so I got the idea to write a short story of my own. I don't own DBZ although I wouldn't mind having Vegeta Enjoy!

Beads of sweat adorned his forehead as Vegeta completed his 1000th push-up. He sighed and subconsciously raised his head to glance at the door, still no one was there. He was a little unnerved that it had been about a week since the woman had started working on her big project, and she hadn't been out to check on him once. She didn't even verbally spar with him anymore, she was so tied up. Just yesterday when he'd been fortunate enough to catch her outside of the lab, he'd make sure to tell her how ugly she looked, but she didn't even reply. Her response was a quizzical look followed by her shaking her head and then continuing on back to the lab. Vegeta stomped over to the gravity room's training panel and sent three of the weaker bots to attack him. He growled as they approached, and with a few small ki blasts, they became a burning pile of wreckage.

'I am the Prince of all Sayians! That ungrateful wench should be privileged to serve me!', he told himself and with that, he was off to the woman's lab to demand his bots be fixed. He walked up to the door and turned the knob to find it was again locked. Vegeta pounded his fists into the door, "WOMAN! YOU BRING YOUR ASS OUT HERE THIS INSTANT!"

Vegeta heard a bit of shuffling, before the door swung open, revealing an angry blue haired woman. Although her cerulean orbs were burning bloody death into his own, that was not the reason for his surprise.

"What the hell are you wearing?", he blurted out.

Bulma's anger quickly subsided as she smirked and did a little spin for him.

"Do you like it? Everyone's wearing them now. They are originally for children who go to school, but they are so popular now, I just had to have one."

Vegeta's eyes roamed her body lingering especially long at Bulma's legs. The rest of her was lavishing as well with her short sleeved shirt hugging her breasts slightly before loosening up the rest of her torso's length. The shirt had an extremely large blue, plaid collar with a darker blue bow in the center at her neck. The skirt she wore was extremely short, not even coming past her thighs, and it too was exactly like the collar except it was pleated. Her white socks came up slightly past her knees, and on her feet she wore simple navy blue shoes.

Vegeta would have continued gawking had not Bulma tossed some of her long aqua hair over her shoulder, bring him back to reality.

"What did you want Vegeta, I'm kind of busy.", she stated rudely with annoyance, apparent in her voice.

It took Vegeta a moment to realize that he was still outside, and not in her lab as he anticipated. The prince narrowed his eyes at the woman in front of him.

"I need you to fix those dumb ass robots. They're garbage, but by now I've learned not to expect too much from primitive humans."

Bulma's eyes danced with anger and adrenaline surged through her veins. Without even thinking, she balled up her fist and threw a wild punch at the prince's face. Although he hadn't expected her to strike him, he countered just as easily, holding her small fist in his own.

"What the hell is your problem woman!? Did you seriously think your pathetic attack could hurt me?! I am not a third class warrior. I am the Prince..."

Vegeta was interrupted as he felt a sharp pain hit his groin. He almost doubled over in pain, and Bulma lowered her knee, a smirk etched across her face. Vegeta held himself in a failed attempt to ease the pain but to no avail. His face twisted into a mask of pain and then rage as he looked up at the woman who'd bested him. In that instant, her taunting laughter and cruel eyes made her appear to him as someone else that he'd locked away from his mind years ago. Upon instinct, Vegeta stood up and back handed Bulma sending her head crashing into her computer, knocking the breath from her lungs. She let out a pained moan and darkness enveloped her.

Bulma's body laid sprawled wildly across the lab floor. There was a trickle of blood on her forehead from where it had made contact with the edge of her computer panel. Vegeta's eyes widened and he rushed over to the fallen woman and scooped her up into his arms. He hadn't meant to hit her, but in that moment with her towering over him, mocking him, he thought of Frieza. All the years of abuse and neglect came flooding back, and before he could stop himself, his hand made contact with Bulma's face, and now she was out cold. As he was preparing to exit and put the woman in a rejuvenation tank, he felt his energy being sucked out of his body. He'd become so weak, that even the strain of carrying Bulma was too much and he collapsed on the floor, and the girl in his arms was once again on the ground. Just as he felt a darkness surround him, he heard the computer's metallic voice through the overhead speaker.

"Necessary power obtained. Transportation Sequence Commencing in 5...4...3... "

Vegeta groaned and passed out on the lab's cold sterile floor.

Wow, kind of a cliffy huh? Well I'm working on the next chapter already so please review. I know this chapter was kind of short, but alas, it was an extremely necessary one. Everything was important to advance my plot. Muahhahaha! I bet you won't figure out where I'm, going with this one!

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