A/n Hello people! I'm here with a new fanfic! w00t!!! Yes, I know, I've been on a very, very, very long hiatus from writing. But I'm back baby! And have a nifty little v/b I cooked up for you. I'm trying to make this a long one, detailing their relationship from the beginning to the birth of Bra.

Dedications: Chelsea- for being my friend and reading my stuff. Morgan- you inspired some of this but you'll probably never know. Amanda S. - for introducing me into fanfics in sixth grade computer class. Sarah K. - for being my best friend and understanding me.

Disclaimer- Jimmy: A homie is a player, that is all, so why'd you have to go and kick his

Spinner: ball and chain, ain't that your name? Cuz you a playa hata and that's a shame.

Jimmy: And chicks like you ain't worth too much, so shut up girl

Jimmy and Spinner: and make my lunch! Yeah!

I don't own this totally sexist rap from degrassi or DBZ.

Ch. 1

Intro

Bulma shifted through the contents of her fridge looking for the remains of a chocolate torte. She was dressed in a black slip that was extremely small. The heir to Capsule Corp couldn't sleep. The air was hot and sticky and she was being plagued with very odd dreams.

It wasn't her fault. A woman couldn't be blamed for fantasizing about a man. Yes, he wasn't her lovable boyfriend Yamcha. He also wasn't nice to anyone. However, Vegeta was hot. Not just model hot, but hot hot. Double t's on the end hot. Smokin' hot. Bulma smiled as she ate a forkful of the dense cake. Nevertheless, Bulma needed to stop focusing on him and start focusing on getting the company prepared for her mom and dad's cruise. Bulma decided not to completely take over until the androids were finished. Bulma's job for the next two years was to be the mechanic for the gravity chamber and play nurse when Vegeta hurt himself.

Bulma washed her plate off and started upstairs. Tomorrow, well technically in four hours her parents would leave on the ' Hot and Heavy Romance Cruise Bonanza' the cruise that was supposed to be Yamcha and Bulma's but since the androids were coming, there was no hope for that. She also knew that as soon as her parents leave she would be scared.

Bulma was a homebody. Since her friends were part of Earth's Special Forces, even thought only twenty or so people knew this, they died a lot or had to travel off-planet and could be gone for months. Bulma spent as much time hanging out with them at home where she could focus on them. This would explain her constant need for 'just-because' parties. She also was very close to her parents, knowing that some evil person could hunt them down and annihilate them at a moment's notice. So, Bulma felt scared, even helpless knowing her parents wouldn't be there.

But, as always, Vegeta was there. She had her reasons for being comfortable around him.

Bulma stared, frightened, as the storm waged on outside. Her heart raced and she felt like crying. She felt as if she was going to die. Bulma climbed out of her bed, pillow in hand. She walked to the third floor, where her parents slept. Bulma opened the door and choked back tears as she realized her parents were gone. They had been on a cruise for two weeks now. Bulma wanted to hide, to run away from the lighting and rain. She wanted to be safe, to go somewhere where she'd be protected from nature's fury.

" Woman, it's two in the morning, what the hell do you want?" Vegeta asked sleepily.

" Can I sleep with you?" She asked hesitantly.

The plea in her voice had the saiyan prince sitting up and turning the light on. "Repeat yourself."

" Can I," Bulma began mockingly, pointing to herself, "Sleep with you." she finished, pointing at Vegeta.

" Why?"

" Cuz."

" No."

A crack of thunder rang out, echoing inside the compound. Vegeta watched as the fear flashed through her eyes. Pitiful woman, he thought, can't hold her own against a small storm.

" I suggest you leave now woman, by the looks of things, you need some of that beauty sleep."

Bulma turned away and traveled up the hallway until she knew his light would be off. She turned and walked back, pillow still in hand. She gracefully slipped under his covers and faced his back.

" Vegeta," she whispered, "You wouldn't kill me before the androids came, would you?"

" No. I need someone to cook and fix the machine."

" So, until then, we're allies right?"

" Yes."

" Good because I need someone to be with tonight." Bulma slipped her arms around his waist and pressed her face to his back. She felt Vegeta tense, then relax in her grip.

" Why don't you get Yamcha?"

" He'd take to long," she sighed and closed her eyes, "Night 'Geta."

" Just to let you know woman, after I beat the androids you're fair game."

" Yeah right."

A/n This is a good chapter to let you know that they don't completely hate each other and this gives you a little bit of the plot. A nice, longer, more interesting chapter will come next week. Till then review, review, review!

alex