By Fate, We Fell in Love

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You've been lookin' over here all night
And When I look, you look away
Oh I love the little games you play
Yea I bet you didn't mean to brush my hand when you walked by me
Like you didn't mean to drive me crazy

Don't Ya- Brett Eldredge

Vegeta woke up later than he wanted to the next morning. It was already after 10 am. He was usually up around 8am and training soon after waking up. As he sat up to stretch, his body felt really sore. He must have beaten himself harder than he thought. As he became more alert, he could hear Bulma attempting to sing with the music playing in her room. Yeah, that's what he wanted to hear first thing in the morning: a screeching singing wrench. Vegeta got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to get ready for another day of intense training.

Dancing around her room in a sport bra and cotton shorts; Bulma was singing Beautiful by Mariah Carey and Miguel very loudly and very horribly. She woke up in a good mood this morning so she decided to clean her room, which it really needed. She had changed the sheets on her bed, put away any stray make up and jewelry, boxed up shoes, folded clothes and put them away, cleaned her entire bathroom and was beginning to vacuum the carpet. They had maids that cleaned the house but Bulma was the only one who cleaned her room. She didn't like the servants in her room picking up behind her because they normally didn't put things away in the places she wanted them in and it annoyed her to search for them. She plugged in her own personally vacuum that she had in her room and turned it on. With the roar of the vacuum, Bulma sang louder so she could hear herself.

"You're beautifulllll! And your mind is beautifulllll. And I can't pretend that that doesn't mean a thing to me, to me yeahhhh!" Bulma sang happily as she vacuumed. Halfway into the song, Bulma's door swung open. She turned her head, already knowing who it was. Vegeta was standing there with a disapproving look on his face. Bulma rolled her eyes, turning off the vacuum.

"What do you want now? I'm busy." Bulma said, arm cross her chest.

"Shut the FUCK up. I heard you when I woke up this morning and it DOESN'T sound good." Vegeta said, walking away. Bulma stuck her tongue out at him and turned on the vacuum, continuing to sing, just a bit more quietly.

Vegeta walked down the hall, still slightly upset about the episode last night. It infuriated him for two reasons: because she played with his emotions and because she didn't know that he really was hoping her actions were true. He was growing tired of all these stupid, unknown emotions he was feeling ever since he started living on Earth. He had never lusted after a person before. It was confusing and annoying, like Bulma, whom he also hated. Once he reached the main floor, he could smell breakfast was made. He assumed a maid had taken care of the meal, seeing as Bulma was skipping around her room, screeching music. Normally, the family would eat most of their meals at the kitchen table, however, the food was set on the dining room table which was a room somewhat connected to the kitchen, located in the back. There were freshly made pancakes, muffins, toast, eggs, bacon, sausage, oatmeal, orange juice, and coffee waiting for the two residents to enjoy. Vegeta sat in a chair located in the middle of the table to have full access to the meal in front of him and began to dig in. About 15 minutes later, Bulma skipped into the dining room, wearing the same sports bra but now tight cropped yoga pants and black running shoes. Her hair was pulled up into a high pony tail. Vegeta looked her over, not realizing what he was doing until Bulma gave him a taunting smirk.

"See something you like?" Bulma teased rudely. Vegeta scuffed at her.

"You wish." was his reply before returning to his meal. Bulma smirked, sitting in a seat across from the prince. She only grabbed a small amount of eggs and a blueberry muffin and some orange juice.

"You can have the rest. I don't want to fill up before working out." Bulma said, picking up the appropriate fork to eat her meal with. Vegeta gave her a curious look. He never seen her work out before or seen her heading out to work out. Bulma noticed his expression and slightly explained herself. "I have nothing better to do so I'm going to pick up working out. If I'm going to die of boredom, I want to go out having a great body." Bulma said, patting her flat stomach. Vegeta shook his head. She already had a great body. What was she trying to do now? Gain muscle? Not like she would be using them on anything but to hold her excessive shopping bags.

"So you're leaving the house?" Vegeta asked just out of sheer curiosity.

"No, the company has an in house workout center. Might as well put it to use since it's there. I'm simply just going to the other building." Bulma said. Capsule Corp was divided so there was a separation between the home the Briefs lived in and the company Dr. Briefs ran. Seeing that the home in the back section of Capsule Corp was a large mansion, Capsule Corp took up a lot of space. Vegeta went back to eating his meal and the two finished in silence until Bulma got up to heading to the corporate building.

Bulma started on the treadmill, expecting to do a 2 mile jog. Even from where she was working out at, she could see Capsule 3 outside one of the many windows in the gym. She watched it again, seeing the glow of the stimulation peer out the windows of the capsule. She sighed as she felt herself running faster. She started thinking about Vegeta's face last night when she put the faux seduction on. It was hilarious. He looked like a lost, scared child, stiff and tense as she rubbed a finger up and down his chest. She knew she pissed him off but she wondered why. Was it because she dared to cross his personal space barrier, she violated the hands-off policy the prince held for himself or was he genuinely was hurt that she was merely playing around? She initiated her actions simply to see what would happen. Vegeta often yelled and cursed at her but he never was physical with her or yelled in her face. It was often across a room or down the hall. Whenever she was in his face yelling, he often lowered his voice so he wouldn't repeat her actions. Disregarding the fact that he had called her every disrespectful name in the book, he was never truly disrespectful. He respected her home, minus the day he almost blew it up with himself. He was never disrespectful to her parents, though he did ignore her mother most of the time, but so did Bulma. Thinking further into things, Vegeta had multiple chances to kill the "annoying wrench", especially on Namek where there was no one who would stop them. According to the stories Krillin told her about Vegeta and Nappa, he didn't seem interested in killing any of them until they attacked him to help Goku out. Vegeta just didn't come off to her as a cold-blooded killer. He just seemed more selfish and conceited. He even offered his advice on how they would bring Krillin and Goku back, even if it was for his own selfish needs. He didn't have to help them. Bulma looked down at the treadmill and realized she was almost running at full speed. She slowed her pace and returned back to her thoughts as she took a drink from her water bottle. There was a façade he was displaying to her and she wanted to know what it was. She reckoned Vegeta wasn't really as evil as he appeared to others. Hmm, what is my fascination with this guy? Bulma thought. Ever since he moved in 10 months ago, she had been fascinated with Vegeta. Yeah, Goku was a strange character when she met him. Almost all her friends were a bit…different, than what she was used to. But there was Vegeta and she didn't know what it was. Maybe because he was always so distant and to himself. So was Piccolo but she didn't give a damn about what he had going on in his mind. She was so confused on why she was so drawn to this guy who could kill her and destroy the world in a split second if he wanted to.

Vegeta walked back into the home, frustrated. It was about 2:30 am. He was getting tired of not achieving his goal. He pushed himself past his limits every day and nothing. He felt as he was nowhere near where he needed to be and this frustrated him even more. Kakarot was a buffoon. How he managed to become the legendary Super Saiyan was a complete disgrace to the prized achievement and power. He stomped angrily into the house, choosing to ignore any complaints Bulma had tonight. He was NOT in the mood. He had half a mind to continue through the night training. His white t shirt was drenched in sweat and he was completely drained of stamina. But, being pig-headed, Vegeta turned on his heel, ready to push through the pain and weariness through the night and the next day. Before he could walk any closer to the door, Bulma popped out the kitchen, wearing an open cotton robe with shorts and a tank top underneath. What is the purpose of the freaking robe? Vegeta thought as she appeared in front of his path.

"Can I ask you a quick question?" Bulma said, holding a tea cup. The steam made a smoky filter across her face. Vegeta narrowed his eyes. He really was not in the mood for her and her idiotic questions.

"I don't know, can you?" Vegeta said arms crossed over his chest. He had an annoyed look on his face that he hoped read 'leave me the FUCK alone, Woman'. Bulma rolled her eyes before continuing on to her question.

"Why didn't you steal a wish to become immortal?" she asked. Vegeta's annoyed look turned to a confused and shocked one.

"Wh-what?" Vegeta asked, stumbling over his words.

"Well yeah, Porunga spoke English and responded to English here on Earth, which was odd, you could easily ran up and stole a wish to become immortal. Why didn't you?" Bulma asked again, this time explaining herself. Vegeta was a bit taken back from her question. How did she know about his plan of immortality? Well, it wasn't his plan anymore.

"Death is a patterned that should not be broken." Vegeta said, walking pass her and out the back door. Bulma turned around to see the door shutting.

She had a really good point. Vegeta didn't think about that. But what he said to Bulma was very true. The time he spend on Earth the first time and the short stay at Namek he only thought about becoming immortal. Experience and maturity forced Vegeta realize it wasn't worth it. Who wanted to live forever? Vegeta couldn't understand why Bulma asked him in the first place. She was bizarre and absolutely random. Vegeta released a sigh as he stepped back into Capsule 3 to continue his hard and long battle to become a Super Saiyan.

It had been 3 days since Bulma saw or spoke to Vegeta. She only saw him lying on the couch, sleeping. But that's all. And that was early in the morning when she was on her way out the door to work out. She decided that it was a good routine to put herself on. It gave her something else to do beside watch tv. She was good and tired of doing that. But tonight was her date night and she was excited. As she walked down the stairs, she spied Vegeta sleeping on the couch, looking rather dirty and exhausted. She grabbed a blanket from the ottoman draped it over the prince. She stood to the side, watching him. She liked doing that from time to time. It made her smile to see him in such a peaceful state. He looked normal when he was sleeping. Bulma smile deepen and she gently stroked his cheek as if he was an infant or a puppy sleeping. Afraid her touch may have waked him up; she quickly ran into the kitchen to get a water bottle and ran out the front door. There were better ways of committing suicide and death by Vegeta wasn't one she would opt for. Though she knew in her heart, he would never actually do it.

6:45pm

Bulma stood in front of her vanity mirror, admiring her look. She was wearing a plum colored dress with thick straps and no sleeves, a sweetheart neckline and heart shaped opening in the back, exposing her back. It was about knee length and form fitting. She had on nude and black pumps and a gold heart sprinkled with diamonds necklace that Yamcha bought her with his first baseball check. She only wore it when she went somewhere important. She had curled her hair and pinned some of the curls. Looking at her hair, it stopped just below her collar bone. She wished she hadn't gone and cut her hair off, again. She missed how long it used to be. She could smell that dinner was almost ready. Good thing, she didn't want to hear Vegeta complaining about her going off and leaving him to his own devices. A quick spray of perfume and she was out her room.

Once she made it downstairs, Bulma saw Vegeta was sitting on the couch. He looked much better than she remembered seeing him. He looked showered and rested. He was still dressed in working out clothes, white t shirt and blue shorts and white socks, but he looked normal for once. Vegeta's attention drifted from the TV screen to Bulma. He looked her up and down quickly then turned his attention back to the news. Bulma walked in the living room where he sat and sat in the love seat adjacent to the couch Vegeta was on. She looked at the TV, trying to see what had Vegeta's attention. It was the World's Martial Arts tournament. Bulma hadn't seen it since Goku and Chichi's battle. The current battle going on seemed pretty dull compared to what Bulma had witnessed before. The fighters were both in costume. One dressed as a super hero and another dressed as a clown. It was quite pathetic.

"What is this mockery of battle?" Vegeta asked with a look of disgust and annoyance.

"It's the World's Martial Arts Tournament. Fighters from all over the world come to fight one another to become the world's champion." Bulma said, leaning back. "Goku and the other used to compete years ago." Bulma added.

"Sounds useless." Vegeta said, leaning back into the couch as well. "Where are you going? Out with the weakling?" Vegeta asked, peering over at Bulma. She gave him a look before nodding her head. He just chuckled and looked back at the TV. "He belongs on this martial arts tournament. They all are just as weak and useless as he is." Bulma threw a pillow from her love seat at him, hitting him in the chest.

"Shut up." Bulma commented. "Why aren't you out there almost killing yourself tonight?"

"That's none of your business." Vegeta said, still looking at the TV. Truth was he was too tired to train. He had been at it for 3 days straight, not eating and barely sleeping. He just didn't have it into him tonight. But he wasn't going to admit weakness to the woman. Never that. The two sat in silence with only the TV making any noise. Vegeta made small, slight glances at Bulma without her knowledge. She was dressed very poised and glamorously, however, she was leaning back into the couch, arm on the armrest, head leaning on her fist. She wasn't composing herself very lady-like. It was comical. She was relaxed and looked utterly bored. Vegeta didn't know much about this planet or humans, but he was pretty sure she should have been more excited about going out on a date with the person she loved. Unbeknown to her, her body language spoke more about her true feelings than she would reveal. Vegeta knew it. He just wondered how long it would take her to realize it.

The doorbell broke the silence in the house. Bulma sat up, looking at the door.

"See you later, Veg-man." She said, walking out the living room to the foyer. Vegeta heard her greet Yamcha and then the door shut. He refocused his attention to the failure fighters on the TV. Soon, soon…

The couple were sitting at J'dore Bon Chi on the upper level of the French restaurant. It was one of Bulma's favorites. It was real French cuisine and it reminded her of a restaurant she visited last time she was in France with her father on a business venture. The lights were dimmed nicely with a sweet scent of fresh desserts and baked bread in the air. They were at a table that looked over the rest of the restaurant, near a beautiful, diamond chandelier. Yamcha ordered them a bottle of moscato, Bulma's favorite wine and they were enjoying it as they waited on their food. Yamcha was telling Bulma a story about an incidence that he and Puar ran into the other day. Bulma gave the appearance of listening but her mind was somewhere else. Her gaze drifted to the tables below her, filled with business partners, couples, and friends catching up. She saw the smiles, the laughter, the love. She felt as if she should be feeling the same happiness with her loving boyfriend, her favorite restaurant, and her favorite wine. Her gaze drifted back to Yamcha, nodding her head as he continued his conversation. She was happy, wasn't she?

"…and you know how Puar gets around dogs!" Yamcha said, going into laughter. Bulma chuckled with him, not having a damn clue what he was talking about. They were interrupted by the waitress bringing them their appetizers. They ordered stuffed mushrooms with steamed asparagus.

"Your food should be out shortly." she said, smiling and walking away from the couple. The two added the mushrooms to their plates to enjoy.

"These are the best." Bulma said, smiling as she chewed a mushroom.

"So, how's life living with Vegeta?" Yamcha said, picking up one with his folk. Bulma took a sip of her wine before continuing.

"It's not terrible. Not fun, but not terrible." Bulma said, picking up another mushroom.

"What does he do all day when he's not training?"

"Insult me." Bulma said nonchalantly. "He can be a pain in the ass but at least arguing with him and fixing the Gravity Machine gives me something to do. I'm always so bored at home whenever I'm not doing that or exercising."

"I don't see how you're doing it. I would have kicked Vegeta out a long time ago." Yamcha said, picking up his wine taste to his mouth. Bulma shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly.

"He's really not that bad. Besides, where was he going to go? He's new to the planet. I couldn't throw him to the woods." Bulma said, picking up a piece of asparagus.

"Why not?" Yamcha mumbled. Bulma reached across the table and grabbed his hand with a smile.

"Trust me, if he wanted to, Vegeta would have killed me by now. Especially after…" Bulma stopped realizing what she almost brought up to Yamcha.

"After what?" Yamcha asked curious. Bulma smiled nervously and waved him off with her other hand.

"Nothing, I just teased him really bad and he got upset with me before he stormed off to his room." Bulma said, laughing, hoping Yamcha would drop the discussion. Yamcha nodded, still unsure if that was all that happened. As on cue to end the awkwardness that would have set in, their dinner arrived.

"Wow, that pheasant was amazing!" Bulma said, looking down at her now empty plate. Yamcha chuckled as he stretched a bit.

"Yeah, but not as good as my beef bourguignon." he said, waiting as their dessert arrived. Bulma smiled. Tonight was a good night. She had to admit that. She hadn't enjoyed herself in a while and it was nice to finally have a change to do something other than sit in the house alone or doing something android-related. She felt as if she hadn't seen Yamcha in forever as they sat and enjoyed dinner and conversation. During dinner, there was no more talk about Vegeta, training, or the androids which was very refreshing.

"You didn't have to order dessert, Yamcha. I'm totally full." Bulma said, pulling a stray curl behind her ear. Yamcha smiled and leaned forward towards Bulma.

"Did I tell you how beautiful you looked tonight?" he asked smiling. Bulma smiled back, grabbing his hand.

"Yes. Several times actually." Bulma said.

"I was so totally blessed to have met you. You're the best lady in the world. I'm just so happy that you're my lady." Yamcha said, kissing her on the forehead. Bulma just smiled at him lovingly.

"Thank you, sweetie. I have the sweetest, most considerate guy in the world." Just then, their dessert was being served. Bulma stopped the waitress from putting her crepes down on the table. "I'm so full. Can you just box it up for me?" The waitress looked at Yamcha with a look of concern.

"Just try a piece, I heard it's better than the ones from that bakery you told me about." Yamcha interjected. Bulma looked at him to the plate and gave in.

"Ok, but if I explode it's your fault." Bulma said, ready for the plate. The waitress smiled and put Bulma's plate down before stepping away. Bulma picked up her dessert fork, ready to get a piece of the strawberry crepe when she stopped and really got a good look at the plate. In strawberry glaze was written "Marry me?" on the edges of her plate. Bulma's jaw dropped as she stared at the plate. She was a mixture of confused and horrified. She looked up at Yamcha who was holding an open ring box in front of her. His smile was large, almost touching his ears and his cheeks were reddened. Bulma was still trying to process what was going on. She almost screamed.

"I've been thinking about it awhile since I was brought back. We've been together for 10 years and I don't think there's another girl out there for me." Yamcha said, taking the ring out the box and taking her left hand. He slide the ring on her finger, looking back into her eyes. "After all what we've been through, I think it's about time." Bulma opened her mouth but words didn't come out. She honestly didn't know what to say. This is what she wanted right? She figured she would get married to Yamcha, but so soon? Right now? Bulma could have passed out right then and there. She closed her mouth and picked up her hand to see the ring better. It was a princess diamond set above the ring itself with smaller diamonds in the band. It was perfect. Bulma looked back at Yamcha. She smiled at him. Good ol Yamcha. The old desert bandit. Her love for 10 years. Good ol safe Yamcha…why not? She nodded her head as 'yes'. Yamcha got up and pulled her into a hug and a kiss. The waitress was standing in the background with other waiters and waitresses, crying. Some joined in, some guys said "sucker" and walked off and some of the waitresses hated, secretly wishing it was them. Bulma smiled as Yamcha toasted to them, lifting her glass with him. Yes, she would marry Yamcha and be happy, she guessed. She had no reason to be anything but happy. He loved her, she loved him. That's all that mattered, right?

It was late when Bulma arrived home. The couple continued to celebrate after their dinner with some of Yamcha's baseball buddies and their wives/girlfriends/whores. Bulma managed to get herself drunk. Every time she looked at the ring and realized what was to come, she would take a shot or get another drink. She was happy; she always wanted to marry Yamcha. She figured they would and they would live a long life together. That was before he was killed by Nappa and before the androids were destined to come. Even though that was her goal to bring him back with the dragon balls, Bulma grew up and understood that just maybe her life couldn't be that perfect. Just maybe Yamcha couldn't be with her like she planned. But tonight she thought maybe that could be a reality. If Goku and Vegeta could become strong enough, just maybe her perfect life could be a reality again with Yamcha. No matter what she thought, she had an unsettling feeling that she may have made the wrong decision and that's when she would drink more alcohol, trying to drink the slum feeling away.

Yamcha carried Bulma in the house, princess style as she drunkenly talked his ear off about robotics and bio-engineering. He held her heels in one of his hands as he held her. He shook his head, laughing at her as she would slur larger words and skip some important information.

"…then, taking the sssscription to the, wait. No. That's not how to program the robot." Bulma said, quite loud. Yamcha shhh-ed her, in fear that he would have to deal with an angry Vegeta without Bulma's protection. She somehow had a bit of control over how Vegeta treated some people, especially Yamcha who needed it the most.

"You don't want to wake Vegeta." Yamcha whispered. Bulma frowned, blowing out air.

"Fuck Vegeta! I'll do what I want!" Bulma yelled, making Yamcha move quicker to her room. He finally made it to her room where he put her in the bed, helping her get into it.

"Wait, I need to exxxxplain how to reroute remote controlllls on wireless devicessss." Bulma said, starting to get up.

"Maybe tomorrow." Yamcha said, kissing her on the lips. "Goodnight, fiancé." He said with a smile, leaving her in her room and locking the front door behind him. Bulma laid there thinking again. Fiancé… She needed another drink. Bulma groaned as she rolled out her bed. First things first, getting out that damn dress. She somehow unzipped the dress and shimmied out of it. She shook her head, releasing all the bobby pins that were in them. She thought about getting her pjs to sleep in but rethought her actions and threw herself back in bed, wearing only her underwear and bra. She fell fast asleep.

Bulma was awakend by sound of the home phone ringing. Bulma growled, rolling over to answer the annoying thing.

"Hello, Briefs residence." Bulma said groggily.

"Hi dear!" her mother's voice was heard loud and very loud. Bulma cringed as the sound made her head ache worse than it did when she heard the phone ring.

"Hi Mom." Bulma said, holding her head.

"I was just calling to let you know me and your father would be returning first thing tomorrow morning. How's Vegeta doing? Is he eating enough?" Bulma rolled her eyes.

"He's fine Mom. And so am I. Thanks for asking." Bulma said sarcastically.

"Ok, well I'll see you both tomorrow. Send my regards to Vegeta! Bye!" her mother chirmed before Bulma hung up on her. Fuck. Why did I drink like that last night? Bulma thought to herself as she rolled back over in bed. She had her left arm stretched across her bed and her right arm over her head. She peeked out her fortress for a moment and that's when she saw it. She sat up quickly, instantly regretting it as her head throbbed more intensely. FUCK! She rubbed her head, holding her hand out to examine it. Surely, it was still there. Then she remembered last night. Yamcha proposed and she said yes. She was still feeling the shock she felt last night. Well, she did it. Her mother would be ecstatic. Their friends would have predicted it. Goku called it. Well, he actually said something about a baby, but maybe that's what he meant. She was going to get married and have a baby sometime soon. Right? Bulma was shaken out of her thoughts to a banging at her bedroom door. Bulma held her throbbing head, gritting her teeth. Leave it up to Vegeta to make her hang over worst. Annoyed, she got out her bed and threw open the door.

"What. Is. It. VEGETA?" Bulma yelled. Vegeta scowl turned into his mouth slightly gapping open and looking down at her. Bulma frown deepened as she followed his gaze and then she shrieked in horror as she realized she was still only wearing her bra and panties. Upon discovery she slammed the door in Vegeta's face, humiliated. Vegeta closed his mouth and walked down the hall to head to the kitchen. He didn't remember what he wanted with her in the first place but he did remember how great her body was almost naked. He smirked as he went, thinking about her body…again.

Ok, so I don't really remember nor care if Porunga responded to English and not Namekian on Earth, but Team Four Star said he did so he did. Lol but seriously, I'm sure he didn't but for the sake of my story, he did. Thanks and please review and check out my other story In Desperate Hopes if you haven't already. =) XOXOXOXOX to you all!