By Fate, We Fell in Love

A/N: Reading comments, it seems there was a mix up. I don't dislike other's 3 years stories. I really like them that's why I wrote one myself. I was just saying this is how I think things went down. Lol I have plenty of these stories in my favorites and in my follow alerts. Sorry if I came off like that. Now to the story!

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Living alone

I think of all the friends I've known

When I dial the telephone

Nobody's home…

All by myselffff

Don't wanna be

All by myself, anymore.

All By Myself- Celine Dion

The next few weeks were pretty smooth. Bulma and Vegeta continued to have the battles and arguments over air and other non-important matters. Bulma decided to dive into some capsule work and design some new ones along with her father to counter the bareness and loneliness she felt. She was back on talking terms with Yamcha again and he was back to training very hard to withstand the androids a bit. He just got his life back; he didn't want to die again so quickly this time. Vegeta was being his ordinary self: training himself to exhaustion. Many nights, Bulma would come downstairs in the middle of the night for some water or a quick snack and would find Vegeta passed out on the couch or the living room floor. She figured he was too exhausted to make it to his room. She would often put a blanket on him and leave him there. He was never in the same spot in the morning however. She would wake up hearing the shower in his room or to see the gravity machine was back on. A routine had been started in the Briefs residence and it was driving Bulma mad. She longed for the days where she would up and go on adventures with Goku, Krillin and Yamcha, fighting the Red Ribbon Army, monsters, Pilaf and his minions, going to World Martial Arts tournaments, travelling to Namek. Now, she was sitting at home while everyone prepared themselves for the fight of their lives, trying to save the world from total destruction. She needed a change of pace. It had been almost 10 months since the madness began and honestly, Bulma didn't know if she could last another 2 years and 2 months.

Bulma was sitting in her lab, working on some robots for Vegeta. Even though she couldn't stand him for the most part, she needed something to distract her mind. She had on safety glasses and a mini laser, working on the mother board of one robot. She was deep into her work when a certain ouji no Saiyan walked in, disrupting her thoughts about becoming married. She often thought about it, even more after Goku told her he hopes she has a healthy baby. She still didn't know where that came from. She needed to be married to someone first. Usually she would think of Yamcha and her as a married couple but lately she wasn't sure if it was meant to be. No, it had to be Yamcha. She really couldn't see herself marrying anyone else.

"Woman." Vegeta said, his way of saying 'hi Bulma'. Bulma let out a sign and put down the laser. She lazily looked over at the entrance where Vegeta stood, wearing his typical look: training shorts, white crew socks and white gym shoes. He looked sweaty like he had been working out just before he sought her out. He had a white towel draped across his shoulders. His arms were crossed across his chest. He didn't look angry, just normal with that scowl everyone was familiar with.

"Yes Vegeta?" Bulma wasn't in the mood to fight with him today. She had fallen into a depressed mood and she just didn't have it in her today to have another one of their normal arguments. Vegeta's face didn't change. He did expect her to give some sort of emotion to him distracting her from her work or for him calling her "woman". However, he continued on with what he wanted from her.

"Where is your mother?" Vegeta asked. Bulma looked at Vegeta suspiciously. He didn't LIKE her mother so why was he looking for her?
"My parents are gone for the week. They decided to turn Dad's business trip into a vacation." Bulma answered, returning to her work. "Why are you looking for her?"

"She normally has food lying around." Vegeta said nonchalantly. Bulma didn't stop her work this time. Of course that's why he was looking for her.

"Well good luck trying to get me to cook you anything." Bulma said, still not looking up from her work. "Melissa is off today. If you're super hungry, call out for delivery. There's this great pizza place that delivers. The number's on the fridge. Tell them to charge it to the Briefs' residence." Bulma said. Vegeta simply looked at her. First things first, Vegeta had no idea how to use that thing she called a phone. That's what scouters were there for. Secondly, he was a prince! She should be the one calling, not him. And lastly, he was a prince.

"Or you could just do it. It's not like you're doing anything important anyways." Vegeta said, still standing in the same position. Bulma's growl could be heard from across the room. She put down the laser again and looked at Vegeta from the corner of her eyes.

"Orrrr, here me out here, you can just go upstairs, call the pizza place, and leave me the hell alone. Yes. I like that one more." Bulma said, picking up her laser. Vegeta's scowl grew. How dare she talk to him like that? She wasn't important!

"This is not up for debate, woman." Vegeta said, his voice low. Bulma gritted her teeth. Here we go.

"If you haven't noticed, I am NOT your slave woman. I am not at your beckon call. I am your HOSTESS but that doesn't mean I have to do what you ask or say when you want it!" Bulma yelled, still gripping the laser. Vegeta just smirked at her, knowing that would only upset her.

"So are you ordering the food today or next week some time?"

"Oh my gosh! You are so damn annoying!" Bulma said, storming passed Vegeta. If this would get him to leave her the hell alone, so be it. She would call the pizzas in. Vegeta's smirk only grew as he followed behind her into the kitchen. As Bulma walked into the kitchen, she snatched the phone off the charging dock and began dialing the number from memory. A few rings later, a woman's voice was heard.

"Charlie's Pizza. What can I make for you?" she said on the other line.

"Hello, I'm calling for delivery to Capsule Corp, the Briefs residence." Bulma said, still pissed with Vegeta who was still smirking.

"No problem Ms. Briefs. What do you want to order?"

"Ok, this is for a large group so don't judge me. Let me get 16 supreme pizzas, 12 meat lovers, 10 orders of breadsticks, 12 large pasta bakes and 10 liters of lemon lime soda. Also, I would like 16 cinnamon apple pizza pies. Charge it to our account." Bulma said, getting an approving look from Vegeta.

"Uhh, I see. Ok. Is that all?" the girl said.

"Yup."

"Ok, well, that's going to take a bit. We'll call when we are on our way."

"Thank you." Bulma said, hanging up. She gave Vegeta a smug look before going back downstairs to the labs. Vegeta was still smirking, knowing he got her to do exactly what he wanted. It felt good to be a prince.

Bulma had finished up the new robots by time the pizza showed up. She went for one of the supreme pizzas, grabbing a few slices, a few slices of one of the apple pie pizzas and a liter of pop and headed into the living room to eat. She normally ate in the kitchen or the dining room but seeing as the only other occupant in the house was Vegeta, she chose to sit in front of the tv instead. That was much more entertaining and she could turn that off once it became boring. She turned the tv to Discovery Health to watch a show about swingers. It really wasn't that interesting; she mainly turned it on for background noise. She was caught up in her thoughts again. Where was she going to be in 3 years? Once the androids were gone and they all were at peace again, what plans did she have? Would she go ahead and take her place as permanent Capsule Corp president and let her father retire? She was only 26. She would be 29 by that time. Would she be ready? She did a lot of work already for her father's company but to take it on as president? And what if Yamcha proposed? Could she see herself marrying him and being with him for the rest of her life? At one time, she thought they could be together forever but being with him for almost 10 years, on and off, she wasn't so sure any more. Maybe she was just being silly. Of course she could marry Yamcha. She's been with him all this time. Might as well. It would be the sensible thing to do.

However, in the back of her mind, Bulma felt as if she didn't truly live anymore. Yes, she has been on more adventures than most people twice her age. She was extremely brilliant and beautiful. She was a part of a wide-known multi-billion dollar company but when it came to dating, she only had ever dated one person and that was Yamcha. She was feeling very inexperienced. Chichi married the only person she ever dated so did her own mother but Bulma felt too adventurous to embark on committing her life to the only man she ever loved. Her and Yamcha, in the total 10 years they had been together, had never made it pass 2nd base and that was a stretch. Yamcha barely slept over and when he did, they would just cuddle and talk at night and maybe kiss for a bit. She liked to think that their relationship was more about the companionship and familiarity than romance and passion. There was no doubt that she loved him, but the love didn't give her butterflies or a need for that person. She loved him because they had been together for so long and he was her first love. It was familiar love. She didn't feel as if she ever fell in love but more as it was something that happened with time. She probably would marry Yamcha. At least she knew he would never harm her or break her heart. She would marry Yamcha for the comfort. Who really married for passionate love anymore anyways?

As if on cue, Vegeta pulled Bulma out of her thoughts. He walked in the living room, still wearing the same clothes. Bulma looked up at him from the couch to acknowledge him and as a way to ask "what do you want?"

"One of those robots has seemed to malfunction." Vegeta said. Bulma gave him a "and?" look. "And your father's not here. What can you do?" Vegeta said. His last statement sounded snotty. Bulma rolled her eyes.

"I don't know if your royal highness has noticed but I am just as capable to fix that machine like my father." Bulma said, placing her plate on the coffee table. "Where is it? I can take it down to the lab and check it out." Bulma asked, her hand held out. Vegeta picked up the robot from the floor and handed it to her. Inspecting it quickly, she pulled a small screw driver from her pocket and opened the back, revealing the mother board. A bit more tinkering, she closed the back and handed it back to Vegeta. "It should be running much more smoothly now." Bulma said. She disappeared for a moment, bringing up the new robots that she was working on earlier. "Plus I have some new ones for you to destroy." Bulma said, handing them to Vegeta. Vegeta looked at one of the new ones, inspecting it questionably. Bulma eyes narrowed in annoyance. Vegeta hmphed and headed towards the door.

"For your information, those work just as well if not better than the robots my father designed!" Bulma yelled at his back.

"We'll see." is all he said and headed out the back door. Bulma shook her head and took her seat back on the couch. Not even 5 seconds later, the phone went off. Bulma growled as she got up and walked over to the phone on the other side of the room.
"Hello? Briefs residence." Bulma said dryly.

"Hey Babe!" Yamcha said over the line.

"Hey what are you doing?" Bulma asked, sitting back down.

"I was just checking on you to make sure Vegeta didn't kill you while your parents were gone."

"I guarantee you, if he wanted me dead, which I'm sure he does, he would have done so a while ago."

"Maybe. What are your plans for tomorrow?"

"Nothing, just working in my lab. Have to keep the mind and hands busy at all times."

"Great! I'm picking you up at 7:30pm tomorrow night. Wear something formal."

"Ok." Bulma started thinking about where he could possibly be taking her.

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Ok, love you, hun."

"Love you too. Bye." Bulma hung up the phone and sank further in the couch. Wherever he wanted to take her, she was thinking it was a good enough excuse to buy a new formal grown. Looking at the clock, it was 6:35pm so she would have plenty of time to shop. She pulled off the oversized sweater she was wearing and straightened her t shirt she had on under it. She ran upstairs to grab her purse out her room, back downstairs and out the backdoor. She ran up to the Gravity Machine, looking into one of the windows. She watched Vegeta for a moment, seeing him glide effortlessly through the air, throwing kicks and punches. She saw every muscle in his back tense and tighten with his every movement. His back was covered in a thick layer of sweat, beads of sweat flying around the room as he jumped and 'attacked'. It was very enticing to see. She actually caught herself about to start drooling. It was time to accomplish her goal of coming out here in the first place. She cleared her throat and tapped on the window. Vegeta turned around to see cerulean eyes staring into his. Vegeta stopped and walked over to the gravity controls, turning the simulation off. He stood there annoyed as she opened the door and walked in.

"Can I help you?" Vegeta asked sarcastically. Bulma ignored the sarcasm.

"I was just letting you know that I'm leaving the house to go shopping. I'll be home after dinner but a caterer will be here to make it for you." Bulma said, giving him a simple wave as she left out. "The back door will be unlocked for you." She finished, shutting the door behind her. Vegeta instantly returned to the controls to get things working a moving. He thought back, feeling her eyes on him, staring like a hormonal teenager. She must have thought he didn't know she had been standing there for a while. She had to know he could feel her ki. He could also sense the lust she had when she walked in. It was in her blue eyes, he read right through them. As he resumed his training, it was nice to know that he wasn't the only who held lustful feeling for the object of their hate. It was nice to think that she may one day give into those feelings and get it off both their minds.

As annoying little bitch she could be, Vegeta couldn't help to notice her dedication to her work. She put a lot of thought and effort in everything she did. It was showing in these new, improved robots. Her father did outstanding work as well but his attention to detail was limited since he had a company to run and he was getting older. Vegeta admired her mind. Her intelligence was something to be admiral about. Of course, she was very admiral about it, but to Vegeta, it stood out more than her beautiful face and devastatingly stunning body. Her looks greatly undermined her brain but a conversation with the spoiled heiress would put those ditzy thoughts to the grave. He hated her whining, nagging, and total disrespect towards a royal elite but he did enjoy her body and intellect. Vegeta really didn't care to know, but he did wonder what was going on in that mind of hers when she sat dazed out like she had been all day. Vegeta shook his head. He had training to do. Thoughts about the fire to his short fuse was not needed right now. They would not help him turn super Saiyan so he needed not to think about her right then and there. Vegeta started back with his training, trying to remove any thoughts about the girl from his memory.

Bulma returned to her home a few hours later, carrying bags full of her purchases. She didn't realize how long it had been since she last shopped in the intent to find something for an event. She normally just shopped for the hell of it. She kicked the front door shut, going straight through the hall and living room to get to the stairs. Once she made it up the stairs, she went straight into her room to throw the bags on the floor. She took in a deep breathe, looking down at her bags. She may have made a few impulsive buys. One too many. Boredom made her spend money. Even though she could afford it, she still didn't like splurging all the time. She wanted to start being responsible about her riches. Even though the company was a multi-billion dollar enterprise, she had recently started to watch her spending. Never knew when another market crash would happen again. She may seemed paranoid but she liked being rich and she didn't want to change that. She began pulling clothes, shoes and jewelry out her bags and putting them away in her large closet and armoire. She was almost done when she heard Vegeta coming up the stairs. She continued her work avoiding looking out her bedroom door. Vegeta just so happen to stop outside her door.

"I see your back from your unnecessary splurging on materialistic happiness." Vegeta said. Bulma was in her closet, seemingly unaware of what he just said to her.

"I'm sure as a Saiyan 'elite' you wore nothing that did not hold your family's emblem or sparkled in gold. So don't make fun of me for enjoying the benefits of having money." Bulma said from inside the closet. Vegeta gave a mumbled 'ha' but still didn't move.

"For your information, I did until there was no need to proclaim my royal blood." Vegeta said in a matter-of-fact tone. Bulma stuck her head out the closet.

"Why'd you stop? People got tired of hearing/seeing it?" Bulma said in a teasing tone.

"The Saiyan race were no more." Vegeta said darkly. Bulma felt the blood rushed to her cheeks. She almost forgot that Gohan told her the Saiyans had been killed by Frieza. Each and every one of them besides Goku, Vegeta, Radditz, and Nappa. Embarrassed, Bulma ducked back in her closet.

"Sorry." she mumbled out. She came out the closet moments later, noticing Vegeta was still standing there in her doorway. She looked at him a bit confused. He stared back at her, dark eyes focusing on her blue ones. Bulma shifted her weight, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the staring contest. Vegeta's eyes were on her but his mind was on something else. She was wearing an orange tube top with high waist denim shorts and black gym shoes. Her body was so captivating with its smooth creamy skin and lovely curves. Full breasts, slim waist, nice hips, shapely legs-

"Did you need something, Vegeta?" Bulma asked, drawing Vegeta sharply from his adult thoughts. Vegeta blinked several times, remembering where he was and that he had been staring at this girl for a while. He was half way tempted to answer yes, shut her bedroom door, pin her against the wall and-

"No," Vegeta said rather quickly. "Your robots did well." Vegeta said after clearing his throat. Bulma looked at him with a confused look, mouth agape.

"Eh, thanks?" Bulma said, not sure if that was a compliment or not. She felt flattered. She didn't know why but she really appreciated Vegeta's feelings about her hard work. She had half hoped he would greatly enjoy her work and she felt as if she really wanted his honest opinion. Maybe because he rarely, like really rarely, showed any gratitude.

"I want you to start taking on the gravity machine repairs." Vegeta blurted out of nowhere. Bulma slightly frowned. Why did he want her to work on it solely? Her father could do the same thing she did, probably better.

"Why? My father has been doing a pretty good job of fixing it and coming up with ways to improve it." Bulma said. She really could use something to do but she didn't want to have that responsibility of improving Vegeta's equipment. It was bad enough that she had to deal with him during daily passing of the hallway and in the kitchen. Did she want him in her lab constantly asking for more?

"I don't care. I am telling you to start making improvements." Vegeta said sternly as a father would reprimand a child. Bulma narrowed her eyes, walking towards the dark prince.

"You can't come in my room demanding things."

"Well come out in the hallway so I can do so properly."

"Every day, I don't think you could be any more annoying, and then you say some stupid shit that makes me rethink that."

"Funny, that's coming from someone who colored their hair blue."

"I was born this way! At least I don't have a huge widow's peak leading to stupid flame hair! Miserable prick!"

"You're ugly and your boyfriend's a scarred-face dumb ass who couldn't last more than 2 minutes in combat."

"At least I'm not going die alone! I have people who care about me and a GREAT boyfriend! He may not be the strongest guy in the world but he loves me. Guys like you will forever be alone because they refuse to let anyone get close to them and are heartless, just like you!" By this time, they were in each other's faces. Vegeta's face never changed, he found humor in their arguments but her last one seemed to really hit him. It made him angry at her. She didn't know his life. She didn't know him. His scowl deepened as he looked in her fiery eyes. Despite his fueled anger with her, he couldn't help but notice how attractive her angry looked. Vegeta narrowed his eyes.

"You know, with a flick of my wrist, I could kill you." Vegeta said, his voice low and dangerous. Bulma never moved still scowling at him. Her next move both shocked and angered Vegeta more. Bulma smirked evilly.

"I'm well aware of that Vegeta," she said "but I'm not afraid of you". Vegeta felt his anger grow. "If you really wanted me dead, you would have killed me long ago when we returned from Namek." Bulma said matter-of-factly. Her smirk alone was enough to piss him off. How dare she say she isn't afraid of the Prince of all Saiyans? Who did she think she was? A mere human with a power level of only 5! Yet, she stood in front of him, inches from his face, smirking, bravely staring back into his eyes. She had balls alright. "Am I right?" Bulma asked, still smirking. "There was no one strong enough to stop you, not even Piccolo. Yet, you stood off to the side and did nothing. So I'm not worried." Bulma stepped back, now smiling seductively. Vegeta looked back at her confused and angry. What is this woman's problem? Vegeta thought. Bulma smiled sweetly, arms behind her back. Vegeta stepped back further into the hallway, attempting to understand her motive.

"Tell me, Vegeta. You could easily be done with my existence on this Earth, what's stopping you?" Bulma said, moving closer to Vegeta. "It can't be my parents. I know they annoy you as well. Goku? Well, you could kill me and leave Earth before he could figure out I'm gone. So what is it Vegeta?" Bulma kept walking closer, making Vegeta uncomfortable. He backed up until his back was against the opposite wall from her bedroom. Bulma stopped when she was a few inches away from Vegeta. He eyed her questionably. "What is it? Is it because you're undoubtedly attracted to me? Does my presence get you hot? Do you get turned on by my fantastic body? Mesmerized by the way I walk? Is that it?" Bulma said, her face a few inches from his. Her right hand was on his chest, fingers slowly sliding down his chest. Her eyes were on his bare chest now. Vegeta was paralyzed in his spot. His whole body was frozen. He couldn't understand what was going on and what she was doing to him at that moment. Her left hand found its way behind his neck, tracing the very top of his spine and vertebrae. Her eyes were still on his chest, watching her fingers as they traced his muscles in his abdomen. She looked back up at him, his face was priceless: mouth slightly open, eyes wide and he was blushing. Bulma's lips curved up into a sexy smirk.

"Well…what is it? Do you want me or something Vegeta? Do you want to have animalistic, biting, scratching, hair pulling sex with me? Is that it?" Bulma said licking her lips and staring into the frightened eyes of Vegeta. She got inches away from his ear and whispered slowly. "I know you want me. I see the desire in your eyes." Then she kissed his neck. A low, shocked moan barely whispered out Vegeta's mouth. Bulma pulled away to look back at him. Vegeta couldn't believe what was happening. One minute they were arguing and Vegeta felt like he had the upper hand with his threat and now Bulma was touching his body and trying to seduce him. Vegeta tried to contain a lot emotions but he knew the one he was feeling all too well. He felt it ever since he moved into that damn house with that damned woman.

"Well then. Too bad, I already have an dumb ass boyfriend." Bulma said, removing herself from Vegeta's personal space. She turned on her heel and walked back in her room, slamming her door shut. Bulma had to contain her giggles until she was sure Vegeta was back in his own room. A few moments after she slammed the door in his face she heard Vegeta yell out "wrench" then his own door slammed. Bulma felt out into a fit of laughter. Well, she finally found a weakness of Vegeta's. Bulma's laughter stopped when she heard the phone ringing. Still slightly giggling she answered the phone.

"Hello, Briefs' residence." She said through he giggles.

"Hey Babe. What got you in such a laughing fit?" Yamcha asked.

"Oh nothing. Vegeta's behavior." Bulma said, hearing a snort on the other end of the receiver.

"I guess. Well I called to tell you I couldn't get reservations for tomorrow night so our night's gonna be postponed until 3 days from now." Yamcha said. Bulma frowned at the news. She was really looking forward to getting out the house tomorrow.

"Aw man. Ok. That's fine. At least we still get to go." Bulma said feeling a bit disappointed.

"Yeah I know. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. It's not your fault. I'll talk to you tomorrow; I'm going to head to bed in a bit." Bulma said, getting out her pajamas to put on after washing her face and brushing her teeth.

"Ok, good night. Love you."

"Good night, love you too." Bulma said, hanging up the phone. She sat back on her bed, thinking back to her little stunt in the hallway. She originally thought to just make him think that she was only teasing him but she couldn't help herself. It was a rare moment to finally touch the body she only got to look at from afar or the corner of her eye. And that kiss, well, she kind of turned herself on as well. She forced herself not to kiss him right then and there out of fear he actually would have killed her. But the look on his face and the way he froze up when she touched him, he may had not killed her after all. He may have returned the kiss. Bulma was suddenly upset with herself. She could have seen if her dream was true and he was a good kisser. Rolling her eyes, she went straight to her bathroom to prepare for bed.

Vegeta stood there in shock, looking at the door that had just been slammed. His mind was rapidly trying to grasp what just occurred. Had Bulma just…just…played him? Did she really attempt to turn him on and get him speechless as revenge? Once the shock wore off seconds later and Vegeta realized what really just happened Vegeta instantly was angry. How dare she try and play him. He was not going to take this sitting down. He was going to get her back at a later date, he was sure of it. He stomped off to his room, yelling "Wrench!" as he got to his room and slammed the door shut. His back was against the door as he scowled. Damn woman didn't know what she just got herself into. As angry as he tried to stay, Vegeta couldn't help but to remember how her hands felt touching his body. He had to give it to her; she did a great job seducing him. She still needed to pay for leaving him out there the way she did. After that little stunt, Vegeta found himself wanting her more now. Now he was really pissed. He didn't need her distractions. He had a goal to reach and sleeping with her wasn't a part of his plan. No, defeating Kakarot was more important. Vegeta went straight into the bathroom in his room. He needed to shower her touch off him. He knew better than to let her get that close to him. But her touch was so gentle and that kiss on his neck was so soft and tender. It took every ounce of his strength not to moan out in ecstasy. She just had to ruin everything with that little stunt. Stupid, stupid woman.

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