Author's note: This story is settled in the Z warriors prepare part. Bulma and Vegeta are not married and Bulma is still going out with Yamucha. Vegeta is still in outer space training and never got to know a little bit about the 'Trunks Saga.' Also, this fan fic was originally named Chibi Veggie-Chan and B-Chan.

And…I do not own Dragonball Z (But I wish I did!) However I must state that Vegeta does literally own me.

Also, "Speaking" (OBVIOUSLY) and thinking unless it is to emphasize a word.

Chapter ONE: Dreaming in Chibi

By Hisoka B

Bulma saw the space around her. It felt like there had been deaths of millions of civilized people. She heard their screams, as the blasts came closer. Bulma screamed and covered her face. She was about to die.

No! I am way too young!

Desperately she tried to out run the incoming blasts. 'Help! Someone please help me!' She screamed although she doubted that anyone could hear her.

'Goku! Yamucha, Krillin, ANYONE!' She begged as the blast flew towards her.

In a flash she was rescued. 'ARGH!' She screamed. 'Get OFF ME!' She tried to pry her hands off whoever was holding her.

'Stop moving you filthy woman.' Her rescuer said.

Bulma turned around, expecting to see Vegeta, since 'he' was the only one who usually called her 'woman'. But to her shock, she saw a man, who looked a little too much like… 'Raditz!' The girl screamed vociferously into the Saiyan's sensitive ear. But Bulma had a good reason to be horrified. She had been rescued by some random Saiyan.

'You better stop moving around woman, or I'll drop you!' Raditz threatened her. She stopped, and turned her head towards the ground. She estimated it to be a 50-metre drop.

'Kami, tell me this isn't happening…' she whispered as Raditz gave Bulma a death look. She quickly shut up.

'I will take you to see our King. You may be of use to us.' Raditz smirked and he and Bulma flew into a direction only god knows.

'Good Lord…' Bulma exclaimed when they had arrived at a palace. The place towered over them with a primitive but lavish design. Earth could learn from this…

Raditz could only grunt his disgust as he showed Bulma the way in. They walked for what seemed like ages until they came to a grand door with strange carvings. It seemed to Bulma like she was about to walk into a flamboyant ship , but everything around her seemed so stiff, cold, and it wasn't welcoming at all.

Raditz opened the door and Bulma nervously followed.

There was a large dining table over crowded with food and the royals, or generals, or Saiyans with high seats sat around it each all feasting as if they had been under-nourished. Surely that couldn't be the case… there was muscles everywhere… Raditz snapped the poor girl out of her trance as he made her walk to the far end of the table. Then Bulma saw the familiar face.

Vegeta. She forced down her comfort. Yet when she walked closer, she realized that it wasn't the person she hoped it would have been. He was too old, and didn't look as good as the Saiyan she remembered. And he had a BEARD!

'King Vegeta,' Raditz bowed with respect to the King. King Vegeta nodded towards Raditz in a respectful manner, but it was then that Bulma noticed the young boy sitting beside the king. He seemed about 10 years old and had an uncanny resemblance to the king. Pretty cute for a small guy, Bulma secretly grinned.

Then she noticed the distinct shape of his hair…and those unforgettable eyes. The kid had a trademark smirk planted on his as his tail was wrapped around his waist protectively. No. It couldn't be… What's going on here?

The kid was finishing off a slave when Raditz started explaining.

'Your majesty, when we were destroying the last of the city, we found this 'creature' and it doesn't look as like one of the aliens we were supposed to kill.

'Hmm,' It was the young Saiyan who answered, 'she looks rather a lot like one of us even though she's fragile looking and doesn't have a tail.' The voice hit Bulma like a bang.

So familiar. Keep a clear head, keep a clear head…Too late. Bulma's frustration got the better of her.

'Well obviously, you undersized monkey! I am definitely not a Saiyan! I wouldn't want to be one of you blood thirsty creatures. Its sickening how you kill so many innocents...'

Bulma spat, crossing her arms and closing her eyes. Oh no… why the hell did I have to go and say that?

'How DARE YOU! Who are you, to think you can speak to the Prince of Vegeta like that? You should know your place!' Radditz bellowed irritably.

Chibi Vegeta smirked slyly at the shaken human in front of him. 'Oh dear. Sounds like you've gotten someone flustered haven't you? But now a pretty creature like you shall have to die.' He turned to his father, 'its going to break my heart!' Bulma narrowed her eyebrows. The last line had sounded like Frieza…

'Son,' The king spoke sternly in answer to Vegeta's mocking. 'You're sounding like Frieza. Maybe it's a total mistake to hand you over to him soon.'

Vegeta rolled his eyes. Of course it's a mistake you fool.

'Kill Her!' The king ordered the guards and Raditz.

Bulma shook in terror. Who was going save her now? She was all alone. All Alone...

'NOT YET.' The child's cold voice demanded. 'Don't kill her just yet. I shall deal with her my own way.' Chibi Vegeta had saved her.

Bulma collapsed to the floor. I owe you big. She thought.

Now in the Prince's private room, the young Vegeta stared at the 27 year old Bulma strangely. Bulma tried smiling, though Vegeta only pulled back.

'You are such a weird creature, and you're also so weak.' He mocked.

Bulma growled. Even though this Vegeta was young, he still was very powerful and she dared not to piss him off.

'But it doesn't matter now,' Vegeta spoke almost bitterly. 'Nothing matters. Soon I have to go live with a pestering lizard and do his dirty work for all my life.'

Bulma looked confused. What was Chibi Vegeta on about?

'You see woman, you probably don't understand a thing, but very soon, I am to be handed over to the tyrant in whom we call Frieza. I have to do all his stupid work and literally be his 'pet monkey'.'

Bulma smiled. This Vegeta was resembled someone she knew. The older Vegeta.

'What are you smiling at woman!' He demanded.

'Oh nothing. I just feel a bit sorry for you that's all. Just think! A poor young child like you, taken away to work for a pink ugly lizard who calls himself ruler of the universe, but that's just child labor!' Bulma explained. Vegeta was beyond shocked.

'How do you know about Frieza? Are you not a spy?' He asked suspiciously.

Bulma smiled. 'I am not a spy, but I know more than you think.' She gave him a crazy look.

Chibi Vegeta smirked. 'Really?' He grinned. 'You're more useful then I thought,' he noted.

Bulma pulled away, shocked that she wanted to fall. WAIT a second… Did Vegeta just confide his feelings to me? But this is Vegeta!

Chibi Vegeta, Bulma corrected herself.

'You are an amusing creature,' Chibi Vegeta said slyly. 'Even though you're just a total weakling, woman. Yet the information you seem to hold on about Frieza will save you.' Vegeta was yet, so young, so handsome but so mature, like the older Vegeta. A slow realization took place….

'I fancy you.' Vegeta cracked an evil laugh. Bulma growled, but what Chibi Vegeta had said was strangely comforting.

Bulma wasn't surprised. She was actually...happy?

'Vegeta, you're so...cute!' She giggled, and even though he was so young, Bulma did something she would have never dreamed of……(until now.) She turned to hug him…

Bulma awoke, as her mother shook her shoulders. 'Huh?' She asked and shook herself awake. 'Mum! What do you think your doing? I was having such a good dream!' She groaned, rubbing her eyes before sitting up.

Her mother smiled. 'A good dream huh? What was it about, or about someone?' Her mother mocked.

Bulma blushed. 'Mum...you can be so annoying sometimes...'

'You dreamt about Vegeta didn't you?' Mrs. Briefs grinned as she saw Bulma's eyes go wide with shock.

'How do you know?' She demanded.

Mrs. Briefs laughed and put on her most impassive voice,

'Oh, I don't know. I think a certain someone went, 'Oh Vegeta! Your so cute!'' Bulma blushed even more. So her mother had heard her. How shameless she was.

'So darling, what sort of a Vegeta dream did you have?' She asked, now raising her eyebrows.

Bulma shrugged. 'I don't know. It was a pretty strange dream. A young Vegeta... about ten, oh C'mon! Mum… are you getting dirty ideas?'

Mrs. Briefs laughed as Bulma sighed. 'You did didn't you?'

Just as Bulma said that, a large force came from down the atmosphere and headed directly towards Earth.

Landing in the Briefs property with a bang, Dr. Briefs rushed into the room. 'Bulma! Honey! Vegeta is back!' He exclaimed in a frenzy as he ran out to witness the spectacle.

'What! You can't really be serious…' Bulma squealed and jumped out of bed , followed her dad although completely unaware she still had her pj's on.

Mrs. Briefs shrugged. She'd had her fun. Now it was time back to her flowers.

Vegeta stepped out of his spaceship. He quickly sensed Goku's ki and realized the other Saiyan had been training because the fool was obviously stronger.

When he saw Bulma and her father running to him, he grunted in disgust.

This was bad.

Kakarott had already returned while I, the idiot, searched fruitlessly for him in space AND NOW the woman is going to bother me around again. Vegeta growled.

Bad bad bad predicament.

Bulma raced up to him as he stepped out of the ship and onto the grass. 'Vegeta!' She yelled.

Vegeta rolled his eyes. So it begins… He thought, and hoped Kami would save him. Bulma rushed up to him and gave him a big hug, knocking the wind out of Vegeta.

Dr. Briefs was amazed, but didn't question anything.

'About time you came back Vegetable brain! I actually missed you!' Bulma laughed.

Vegeta was confused. He obviously missed something. What was the woman doing? Had she completely lost her mind while he had been away?