A/N: Hey gang! Well, I recently got interested in DBZ. It rocked so much that I decided to try my hand at some fanfiction. This will be Bulma/Vegeta and an eensy-weeny, microscopic bit of Bulma/Y-Y-Yamcha. Eww! I typed his name! Beware, V-Chan may be a little OOC, but I'll do my best!

Oh yeah, I don't own DBZ. But after I publish this story, I'll BUY the rights! MUAHAHAHA! :ahem: Sorry, Vegeta's rubbing off on me…

Melting a Winter Heart

Chapter One: A Day in the Life

"ONNA! What are you doing in there! What's taking so long?"

"Just-a-min-ute!" Bulma shouted for the fifth time into the living room.

"That response is getting rather old!" Vegeta shouted back.

"Oh can't you just shut up! I've only got ~two~ hands you know!"

"If you would stop your babbling onna, you could already be finished in there!"

"I don't see why YOU can't come in here and help me! You're certainly not doing anything! Just lounging in there sitting on your tail! You don't-"

Bulma found herself cut off as she met a pair of black eyes glittering fiercely. "WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT MY TAIL?"

After a second, Bulma regained her ire. "I didn't mean ~anything~ by it! I was just commenting on how lazy and selfish you've been! Okay look!" She stormed over to the freezer and flung the door open. "There's some hot stuff on the table and if you want anything else, do it yourself! You could probably do it faster than me with your Super Saiya-jin speed! Oh and just think! If you still had your tail, you'd have one extra appendage to work with!" With that, she turned on her heel and stalked into her room, quickly so he couldn't see the sad look in her eyes.

Once inside, she flounced onto the bed and hugged a pillow to her chest. Why was it always this way with him? She went out of her way to be nice to him, but he just brushed her off or treated her like an inferior. And perhaps by rank she was, but now they should be on the same level as people. But NO! Mister High Almighty, Royal Pain in the Ass Prince Vegeta just couldn't bring himself down to the level of being a decent person! Oh, on days like this she ~hated~ him! Why, just once, couldn't he treat her like a person? What was wrong with him? What was wrong with ~her~?

"Damn!" Vegeta swore as he sat down in the empty kitchen. It was always this way with the onna. Rather early today, but it happened. It seemed that they couldn't hold decent conversation without screaming at each other. Not that he cared…because he didn't. He was only there because of the food and the training. And the fact that he didn't have anywhere else to go. He couldn't care less if she liked him or not.

So why did he feel this twist in his stomach after every fight? Come to think of it, why did they fight at all? It wasn't like they had a grudge against each other. Well, maybe she did. After all, he did have a hand in the death of her baka boyfriend.

All right, so maybe she did hate him, but why should he care? {I get fed and I have a roof over my head, I shouldn't require anything else from that crazy, loudmouthed onna.} He asserted as he shoveled some food down and got up to train. Before he left, he involuntarily cast a glance in the direction of the onna's room. And again, he felt that familiar twist in his stomach.

"Bulma! Bulma sweetie! Momma's home!" Bunni Briefs called cheerily as she pushed the door open. A breath of December wind ushered her in and she flounced into the kitchen laden with boxes and bags. Bulma emerged from her room, a little less sad than before.

"Hi Momma, how was the shopping trip?" she asked as she helped unload the packages.

"Oh it was a blast honey! Just wish you would've come too!"

"Well, Mr. Saiyan Prince shorted out the GR again, so I had to fix it up for him," Bulma shrugged.

"Oh that Vegeta, always working! Doesn't he ever take a rest?"

"Only when he eats. Well, at least he's got table manners, unlike Gokou," she half smiled.

"Well of COURSE he's got manners honey! He's royalty! Ahh, a prince for my little princess!" Bunni bubbled.

"WHAT?! MOTHER! Where'd you get an idea like that?!" Bulma yelped, her face pink.

"Oh, just from an overly romantic imagination! I know you and Yamcha are in love, but you have to admit, that prince we're housing is quite a looker! OH! What am I SAYING? I'm married!"

"Oh Mom," Bulma sighed, secretly turning over her words in her mind. True, when he didn't have his face all scrunched up in that scowl, he wasn't bad to look at. Really, even with the scowl…{WAIT A MINUTE! Bulma, what are you thinking! You're going out with Yamcha! Not that stuck-up arrogant gravity junkie!}

"Oh dear! I forgot the eggs and sugar! Bulma, could you finish putting away the groceries? I'll be right back," Bunni called as she skipped out the door.

Bulma sighed and began stacking the cans of food into the pantry. {'Quite a looker'? Oh Mom, you've been watching too many soaps. Still…} Her thought trailed off as she glanced out the window over her shoulder. The giant GR sphere stood still outside, but she could see the pulses of reddish light from within. She wondered briefly just how hard he trained in there. Did he ever strain his muscles? His tough…chiseled…perfect muscles…{STOP! Just what are you doing picturing him like that! What's he ever done to be attractive to you? ATTRACTIVE!?}

"AGH! It never ends!" Bulma growled, reaching for the top shelf to put away another can. Beneath her, she could feel the tiny stool she stood on wobbling. She planted her feet firmly on it to steady herself, but only succeeded in making it wobble even more. "Oh crud…OH SHIT!" She screamed as the stool suddenly lurched forward and her arm knocked some cans down. One landed right on her eye causing a white explosion of pain to shoot through her vision. Now horribly off balance, she toppled off the stool. She cried out and felt a pair of strong arms encircling her before there was a loud clunk and everything went dark.

ACK! Poor Bulma! Who caught her? As if you didn't know…SORRY IT'S SO SHORT! Next chappie will be longer, I swear!

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