By Fate, We Fell in Love

A/N: I now know how those who make tv series feel when they release the episodes. Every time I post a new chapter and read your reviews, I think "tehehehe I know what's happening in the next chapter!" I feel in the know. Thank you for all the reviews, follows, and favorites! It makes me want to update sooner, but if I did that, where would the suspense be?

Don't speak as I try to leave

Cause we both know what we'll choose

If you pull then I'll push too deep

And I'll fall right back to you

You are the piece of me

I wish I didn't need

Clarity- Zedd feat. Foxes

For a week, Bulma successfully hid her ring from her parents and Vegeta. She wasn't ashamed; she just wasn't ready to spring the news to hear parents. She didn't understand why she didn't want Vegeta to know but she knew that telling him was the very last thing she wanted to do. Maybe because she didn't want Vegeta to know she was planning to marry the "weakling" or maybe there was something else preventing her from saying something. Whatever the cause, she was not telling him. Well, she didn't plan on telling him any time soon.

A week had passed since Bulma became engaged and she was still seeking the perfect opportunity to tell her parents. While around her family and Vegeta, she would slide the ring off and stick it in her pocket or hide her hand from view. This particular day, Bulma was planning to meet a wedding planner downtown to start the preparations to plan her wedding. She and Yamcha agreed the wedding would be the week before the Androids were due to arrive: May 5th. She got dressed and put her ring on as normal and headed downstairs for breakfast. Her mother was eating and talking to or at Vegeta who was eating as well. Bulma sat next to Vegeta on his right.

"Morning guys." Bulma said in a bright mood. She began reaching across the table to get some of the breakfast bake her mother made. Vegeta wasn't listening to her mother, as usual and was very into his own plate. Something on his right caught his eye as he looked down to see what it was. He noticed a huge diamond on Bulma's ring finger. Without warning, Vegeta grabbed her hand, almost making her drop the bowl in her hands.

"What the hell Vegeta?" Bulma said, trying to get her hand back. The blood drained her face when she realized he was staring at her hand.

"Never seen you wear this before." Vegeta said, still eying the ring. He didn't know anything about Earthly customs but he did notice that the ring was expensive and it held some kind of value and meaning for Bulma. She kept trying to pry her hand from Vegeta's grasp before her mother took notice of her engagement ring. Of course, Vegeta held on to her hand pretty firmly.

"Will you let go of me?" Bulma hissed.

"Not until you tell me why this ring has you so bothered." Vegeta said, still holding her hand. Bulma could feel her blood boiling. She could stab him with a fork.

"It's very expensive and I would love to have my own control over my hand if that's ok with you!" Bulma said, still squirming. Vegeta looked at her, trying to figure out what she was hiding. After a few moments, he gave up, letting her hand go. With good timing as Mrs. Briefs had just decided to look up at the two. She smiled and went back to eating. Dr. Briefs walked in with Kitty on his shoulder.

"Good morning." Dr. Briefs said sitting down. He looked at a distressed Bulma, taking notice of the ring on her finger.

"My goodness, Bulma. That is a nice diamond. Why are you wearing it on you ring finger?" Dr. Briefs said looking at her hand. Bulma threw a glare at Vegeta that read 'you will be killed in your sleep'. Her father blinked a few times before exclaiming "Gravy bowls! Are you engaged?!" Mrs. Briefs eyes opened and she looked at Bulma, grabbing her left hand like Vegeta did.

"Ohh my goodness! It's an engagement ring!" Mrs. Briefs yelled, still holding on to Bulma's hand. Bulma sighed annoyed. Thanks Vegeta. That cat's out the bag now. Vegeta looked at the three confused. He had no idea what they were referring to. Engagement? What did a conversation have to do with a ring?

"Well, won't you look at that? My daughter's getting married." Dr. Briefs said sitting back in his chair, smiling proudly.

"Oh Bulma! I'm so happy! When did he propose?" Mrs. Briefs exclaimed, tears running down her face. Bulma was so over this. This is the response she didn't want to have to deal with. She looked at Vegeta who had a humorous smirk on his face. Bulma rolled her eyes looking away from him.

"Well, we need to start planning! These things don't happen by themselves! Let me go gather all my old wedding scrap books. You're going to want to do that too!" Mrs. Briefs exclaimed, getting up from the table, running towards the lower level of their home. Dr. Briefs kissed his daughter on the forehead, congratulating her again before heading to the business building. Bulma put her head down on the table. This is why she wanted to wait. Vegeta's chuckling could be heard on her left.

"Marrying a weakling? How utterly pathetic of you." Vegeta said, getting up from the table as well.

"Fuck off, Vegeta." Bulma said, muffled from laying her face flat on the table. He just had to ruin the surprise. Vegeta smirked at her, leaving the kitchen to head out to train some more. Stupid ouji no Saiyan.

A month had passed and Bulma was in full plan-a-wedding mode. They had about 2 years left before the androids' arrival so it gave Bulma something to do when she wasn't fixing something for Vegeta. Lately, the two only saw each other in passing. Bulma would come downstairs for breakfast, the only meal that she would for sure see Vegeta at, grab something quick and was out the door looking for the perfect planner and pricing invitations. Or Vegeta would walk pass her room late at night to head to bed while she was on her laptop, looking at different wedding ideas. Yamcha totally pulled himself from the planning and told Bulma that he would be happy with whatever she picked out and put together, as long as it wasn't pink everything. She was disappointed that he left her to plan everything on her own while he continued to train all day every day. She thought this would pull her from what she had been trying to escape, but she was still alone, planning a wedding. Her father had work and her mother…she really didn't want her help. She took her out to look at dresses and all Mrs. Briefs did was talk about how handsome Vegeta would look in a tuxedo and finding a girl for him because he was "too handsome to be alone".

Bulma sat at her lab desk, looking at font styles on the internet, torn between 3 different fonts for the invitations. She sipped from her freshly brewed coffee, looking back and forth at the three fonts. Hmmm…love catalogue or d' grand amour est mort…well, great new wineryard is also really nice…ugh. I can't decide…ooo! Ginger is gorgeous! Ohh crap…what to pick…CRAP! Bulma frowned, putting down her coffee. She massaged her temples, wishing she had another opinion to help her. She thought about her friends and realized that she had no female friends. For the exception of Chichi. But they were on two different wave lengths. Chichi had a family to care for and Bulma only had herself to worry about so their priorities didn't exactly match. Then it hit her and she quickly dialed a familiar number.

"Son's residence." Gohan said into the receiver.

"Hi Gohan! Are you busy?" Bulma's voice was heard on the other end of the line.

"Oh hi! No, me and Dad are taking a few days off while he and Piccolo are trying to get their drivers licenses." he replied. Bulma was quiet, trying to understand why Goku and Piccolo were getting driver licenses. What would they need those for?

"…ok…well I was wondering if you wouldn't mind coming to West City to help me plan my wedding."

"Wedding? You're getting married?! Wow congratulations!"

"Thank you. But make sure it stays within your house. I don't want everyone in the gang to know just yet. So will you please help me?"

"Of course! Let me tell my mom where I'm going and I'll be over within the hour." Gohan said before hanging up with Bulma. He headed to the Chichi where Chichi was sitting, reading the newspaper.

"Hey Mom, can I go to Capsule Corp.?" Gohan asked his mother. She looked up from the article she was reading.

"Sure. What's going on there?" Chichi asked.

"Well, don't tell anyone but Dad, but Bulma and Yamcha are getting married and she wants me to help her plan." Gohan said, smiling. Chichi eyes grew a bit wider.

"Wow. Well that's great. Tell her congratulations and if she needs some more help, I'll gladly stop by." Chichi told her son. Gohan nodded and ran out the kitchen door, yelled a "bye mom" as he ran out and took to the sky. He was just happy to get away from the mountain area they lived in and to go to the city. Shortly after Gohan left, Goku and Piccolo were walking into the house, Goku looking rather disappointed. Piccolo looked like his normal self.

"Hi, did you get your license?" Chichi asked. Goku shook his head.

"No. I almost killed my instructor. I sped through traffic and he nearly had a heart attack." Goku said, sitting down at the kitchen table across from his wife. Chichi shook her head looking at Piccolo.

"No for you too, huh?" Chichi asked. Piccolo nodded, sitting next to Goku. He didn't care either way. Why drive when you can fly?

"Well, there's always tomorrow." Chichi said, returning to the newspaper. "You better get it tomorrow…"

"Hey Chichi, where's Gohan?" Goku asked, looking around into the living room. Chichi was flipping the pages of the newspaper.

"He went to Capsule Corp. Between us; she's getting married to Yamcha." Chichi said, not looking up. Both Goku and Piccolo eyes grew as they yelled "WHAT!?" Chichi looked up at the two with a frown.

"Who did you expect me to say? King Furry?" Chichi asked. They both still had the same look on their faces. Chichi shook her head, getting up and walking out the kitchen door. She was heading to her garden to get some vegetables for dinner. Once the door shut, Goku looked at Piccolo with fear.

"Oh no! You don't think that Trunks' return changed time do you? He never said that Bulma was going to get married before he was born!" Goku exclaimed.

"He did say they don't last long, maybe one of them will throw the engagement." Piccolo said, his facial expression going back to normal. "We still have 3 months before he is due to be conceived." Piccolo added.

"Should we encourage Yamcha to call off the wedding? Or tell Bulma that he's not right for her?" Goku said, thinking of possible ways to get Trunks born. Piccolo shook his head no.

"Remember what Mirai said. They don't stay together long. Things may have shifted a bit but I think we are still in the clear." Piccolo concluded. Goku looked at Piccolo and then looked away, hoping Piccolo was right. Trunks' future was counting on him.

As promised, about 45 minutes later, Gohan was landing in the backyard of Capsule Corp. receiving, some strange looks from those who saw him land. He walked through the back door, walking into what seemed like a battle field. Bulma was yelling at Vegeta who was standing, looking nonchalant frowning at the yelling woman. Gohan eased back towards the door he came in through to avoid being pulled into the fight.

"You are the one who broke the machine! I have plans! It's your problem, not mines!" Bulma yelled.

"It IS your problem. You are the one who is supposed to fix it." Vegeta said, rather calmly. This disturbed Gohan. He didn't know if Vegeta had grown used to Bulma's yelling or he was going to snap soon.

"If I told you once, I've told you 20 fucking times! I'm not your servant!" Bulma turned her back, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm not doing it right now, so go find a hobby." Vegeta growled, scaring Gohan. He was prepared to step in any moment to save his friend.

"Fine. Don't come crying to me when you're getting killed by the androids. Stupid woman." Vegeta said, walking in the direction of Dr. Briefs' lab. Guess the old man was going to have to fix it since Bulma was being a bitch. Bulma's already closed eyes squeezed tightly as she thought about strangling Vegeta. She turned in his direction and started yelling and following behind him.

"I'm not stupid, you short little fuck!" Bulma screamed. Vegeta ignored her, making her even more upset. A vein popped out her head. She hated being ignored.

"Vegeta! I know you heard me! I am not one to be ignored!" Bulma said, still walking behind him. Vegeta kept walking, knowing this would piss her off. He hadn't really pissed her off in a while and he was enjoying himself.

"You know? Bitching at me isn't going to make you any prettier." Vegeta said. Bulma stopped, growling and narrowing her eyes.

"You thought I was pretty in the hallway that one day." Bulma said slyly. Vegeta stopped in his footsteps. She was getting annoying.

"You wish!" Vegeta yelled at her down the hall. She was still a distance from him. Bulma smirked, shifting her weight to her other leg.

"That's what I thought." Bulma said, still smirking.

"Aren't you supposed to be planning your stupid wedding to the half a male?" Vegeta said, walking towards her.

"He is not half a man, Vegeta!" Bulma seethed through her teeth. She made her way closer to Vegeta. "Geez! What is your problem with Yamcha? He's not a freaky alien like you so of course he's not as strong as you. However, unlike you, he's a totally sweet guy who will do anything for me!" Bulma said, stopping a few feet shy of Vegeta.

"He's half a man. He let himself get killed by a Saibaman! Even Baldy defeated 3 of them. And that's saying something." Vegeta said, remembering the laugh he had when that beta male was killed. It was amusing.

"You are unbelievable." Bulma said, beginning to walk away when she felt Vegeta grab her forearm. She snapped around, wanting this conversation to be over. "What?" she said, annoyed. Vegeta let her go, giving her an honest curious look.

"Why do you feel the need to explain why you are with him?" Vegeta said, arms cross his chest. Bulma looked him deep in his eye, trying to find a reason why he asked her that. She saw nothing that made her believe he was going to keep teasing her.

"Well, you are always bashing him. Like you were doing just now." Bulma said.

"You do it all the time. For some reason, you think it's ok to stand in your closest and talk LOUDLY to yourself. I hear you whenever I'm in the bathroom in my room." Vegeta said in a matter-of-fact tone. Bulma's cheeks slightly redden from embarrassment. She didn't realize anyone could hear her giving herself pep talks.

"I-uhh- I…it's scary, you know. I've been waiting this all my life, to get married, and for the longest I hoped Yamcha would ask me. Now that it's here, I realize this is the man I am supposed to be with for the rest of my life. It's terrifying." Bulma said, confession her true feelings. She didn't know why she told Vegeta that. Maybe she just wanted to vent to someone. She had been thinking about it for a while and she needed to let it out. She looked down at the floor sighing heavily. She stood there like that awhile, almost forgetting that Vegeta was still standing there.

"Then don't marry him." Vegeta said, breaking Bulma out her daydream.

"Huh? What?" Bulma asked, looking back at Vegeta. He was staring at her with the same intensity.

"If you are unsure of something, why would you go through it?"

"Uh-I..uhh…"Bulma said, stammering.

"Exactly." Vegeta said. Bulma looked him in his eyes. Somehow, she felt better. She felt as if she could breathe again for the first time since she agreed to marry her long time love. "You're always being selfish about everything else. Why don't you be selfish about your happiness?" Vegeta added. Bulma still stared at him. Why did he care about her happiness? Why did he care about her life decisions?

"I guess…" Bulma mumbled. Her eyes drifted to Vegeta's lips and before she could catch herself, she found herself imagining how soft his lips would be and if he was to kiss her, would it be passionate, powerful, or intimate. Vegeta's head snapped in the direction they originally walked from. Bulma followed his glare and noticed a speckle of black hair.

"I know you're there, Kakarot's brat." Vegeta yelled down the hall. Gohan's face peeked from the end of the wall.

"Hi Bulma. I was just waiting on you to finish talking." He said, looking at both adults who were giving him death glares for eavesdropping. "Umm…I'm just going to be in the kitchen…" Gohan said, easing back from where he came. Bulma rolled her eyes, looking at Vegeta.

"My father should be able to fix whatever the problem is. I have to go now." Bulma said, walking back down the hall. Vegeta watched her until she was out of sight. He continued his walk to Dr. Briefs' lab.

Ever since Vegeta found out Bulma was getting married to Yamcha, Vegeta felt uneasy. He didn't understand why though. He kept telling himself what she did with her life was her business. He couldn't help himself trying to make her understand her own self. Not that he was totally in sync with his own self or anything. But he had a strong feeling that she wasn't making the smartest choice. That she was settling. It was none of his busy and he planned to keep it that way.

Gohan returned to his home in the mountain area right before dinner was ready. He strolled into the house, with some shopping bags. Piccolo, Goku, and Chichi were all sitting in the kitchen, waiting on the food to finish cooking when he came in. Chichi looked at her son curiously as he dragged in the bags he was holding.

"Gohan, what do you have in those bags?" Chichi asked. Gohan looked up at his mother, coming into the kitchen with them.

"Bulma bought these clothes. I insisted that she didn't but you know how she can be. She said it was her way of thanking me for helping her. I have to be there in the morning. She's still looking for a planner." Gohan said, handing the bags to his mother. Chichi looked in them quickly, finding all kinds of clothes and shoes.

"That girl sure knows how to shop. I'll give her that. I'll call her in the morning to thank her." Chichi said, setting them back down. "Take these up to your room, dinner will be ready shortly." Gohan nodded, picking up the bags to head upstairs. Goku stopped him before he could walk out.

"Hey, how's Vegeta doing? Bulma hasn't driven him insane yet has she?" Goku asked with a laugh. He knew firsthand how living with Bulma could be. Gohan stopped his trek to respond to his father.

"He seems to ignore most of her rants. He's actually kind of nice to her." Gohan said. Piccolo and Goku perked up with interest in this new discovery.

"Really?" Piccolo asked. Gohan nodded.

"Yeah. She was yelling at him when I got to Capsule Corp. and he calmly spoke to her, letting her get her anger out. He seemed to enjoy her angry side." Gohan said. "He also said something to her about marrying Yamcha. Something about her being happy. I don't really remember because this was around the time they saw me and they both gave me such looks." Gohan said, remembering the icy glare he received from both of them. He took this time to head up to his room. Goku looked at Piccolo smiling ear to ear.

"Looks like Trunks will be born after all!" Goku said, smiling with his eyes closed.

"Yes, and you were so worried." Piccolo said, sipping his cup of water.

Bulma and Gohan had spent nearly every day together for 2 weeks. He enjoyed going to the city with her to all the expensive stores, watching all these wedding planners literally throwing themselves at Bulma's feet. Eventually, she decided on Michael Dior, an older gentleman that reminded Gohan of Zarbon: tall, long silky black hair, accent, the personality that he was better than everyone else, and flamboyant enough to wonder about his sexuality. With her love of France, M. Dior showed Bulma several layouts for the wedding and the reception that had French themes. Bulma ultimately decided on a night and day theme. The wedding itself would resemble France in spring, cherry blossoms and white roses for her flowers and coral, black, and light blue for the color scheme in a garden. The reception would look like Paris at night, in a large sheer covering with oil lamps, a gondola service to get to the actually reception, and a large replica of the two fountains located in the Place de la Concorde. She was quite pleased and excited at the same time.

Bulma sat in her living room, alone with M. Dior, who came by to look at invitations with her. Of course, Yamcha couldn't make it. Bulma was used to it by now since Gohan agreed to tag along with her while she planned. However, as most good things, the company ended when Goku finally got his license so Gohan had started training again. Bulma slightly glazed the samples in front of her while M. Dior continued talking about each one and what he thought she would like. He continued to drone on as Bulma's attention drew towards the back door to Capsule 3.

Vegeta yelled as he threw his all into the punch he gave one of Bulma's new robots. She built them to withstand just about any type of force. After going through 10 prototypes, she finally got it just right. He had managed to increase the gravity to 575 times gravity and was moving through with some effort. He was still having difficulty keeping his balance and moving around but he was getting better. Sending attack after attack, Vegeta kicked the robot up in the air, phasing out above it to punch it back into the ground. Instead of shattering, the robot bounced against the tile floor. It rose from the ground looking up at Vegeta. He didn't know what Bulma did to her latest robots but they were almost indestructible. And he liked it like that. Vegeta descended to the ground, landing harder than expected. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. He sensed someone unfamiliar inside the house he was staying in. He walked over to the window to look out it and saw Bulma sitting on the couch, looking at whatever the clean cut man was showing her. She looked lost, just staring blankly at the photos. He noticed when her glaze floated out the back door, looking at the machine he stood in. She wasn't looking in his direction but she seemed to look through everything else. He didn't understand that woman. One day she was so uptight, messy, and loud, being a total brat to everyone surrounding her. Then the next day, she looked like this; quiet, distant, and deep in thought. Whenever she was alone or seemingly alone, she went into this dark personality. She would rarely acknowledge anyone who passed her and she went on about her day like a zombie would. No emotion but array of sadness. Vegeta hated being around her when she would fall into that stage. It was like the feeling rubbed off on him. That or her change in personality affected him as much as he didn't want to admit it. He was growing used to being around her, enjoying arguing and demanding things from her, and making her blue eyes light up with anger or an idea. Vegeta gritted his teeth, storming towards the controls, turning the gravity up to 585 times gravity. He was not going to let a human turn him soft. All these stupid emotions he felt about her was getting him upset. He didn't understand the way he felt and he didn't want to understand. He simply wanted to ignore them forever. He would have to if he wanted a fight chance at the androids and a chance to beat the lower class Saiyan. Powering up, Vegeta began doing one finger, upside down push-ups. This was the only distraction he needed.

It was almost 2 am when Vegeta came in from outside. He wiped his face with the towel he had around his shoulders, taking a deep breath. As he removed the towel, he saw Bulma sitting at the couch with the tv on the news. Sleep was starting to overpower him as he walked in the living room. He couldn't help himself, he was a curious man. He walked over to the love seat that was faced away from him where he saw a leg hanging over. She was sleeping soundly, facing the back rest of the love seat, one leg dangling over one arm of the seat and the other scrunched underneath her. He arms were wrapped around her, indicating she was feeling cold. Vegeta watched her for a moment, looking at her sleeping face. She was relaxed, breathing softly, he hair tousled behind her head, he wavy bangs laid over her face. Vegeta watched her a bit more as she slept soundly. He could say a lot of things about Bulma but ugly weren't one of them. She was pretty much the most beautiful woman he seen on the Earth, that he could admit, to himself only. To Vegeta, her looks with her personality would have made a perfect mate or wife, whatever humans called them, if only she wasn't such a brat and a pain in his ass. Vegeta pulled the throw blanket off the love seat and draped it over Bulma. She moved slightly as the blanket touched her skin. Vegeta;s hand was on her head before he realized it and he was stroking her hair. As quickly as he noticed it, he snatched his hand away as if it was a flame for a fire. Shaking his head, Vegeta decided to retire to the couch, opposite of Bulma and laid down, grabbing the throw blanket on the couch over himself before falling fast asleep.

"What do you MEAN you can't come? I told you about this last week!" Bulma yelled on the phone. She stood in the middle of the kitchen, yelling into the phone, causing the person on the other end to cringe. She waited as the person was talking, gritting her teeth. "…I don't care if Goku is expecting you! You're not marrying him, now are you?...You haven't tried to help me at all with this wedding! Not at all!" Bulma was of course yelling at Yamcha. Instead of coming to try out cakes with her, he was going to Goku's to train. Yes, it was important that they lived long enough to enjoy their marriage but she would like him to help her. Especially when she really didn't see Yamcha around like she was used to. She was pacing the kitchen with anger when Vegeta walked in from the backyard. It was about noon and since the gravity machine was in recent non-working order, Vegeta had taken to going to the mountains to train. He rolled his eyes as he saw the scene he had grown accustom to. Bulma hadn't noticed Vegeta's presence since she was now stationary, her back facing Vegeta. She was tapping her nails on the counter. Vegeta hated when she did that.

"Do you know how lonesome that looks when you go to a cake and food tasting for your wedding ALONE? I'm going to look like one of those creepy women you see on TLC who do weird shit like this ALONE because NO ONE WANTS THEM!" Bulma yelled. She pulled the phone away from her ear in disgust at whatever he said. "Are you kidding me? I'm not going to take my mother with me again. All she does is talk about how handsome Vegeta is and looking for him a wife….yes I know. Ridiculous." Vegeta was now the angry one. She had no right to talk about him to that imbecile. Even if it was about what her mother said. Plus he was tired of hearing her arguing with Yamcha. He wasn't worth the headache. Vegeta walked over to Bulma as she began another yelling fit.

"I'm getting tired of doing all this wedding planning on my own. You can easily take a day off your training…I don't care if Vegeta doesn't take a day off! I'm not getting married to him, you idiot!" Bulma was ready to continue the conversation when Vegeta pulled the phone out her hand and away from her ear. He looked at it, seeing a red button. In his experience, a red button indicated something bad so it had to be the button to turn off the phone. Bulma looked at him in surprise first then she turned her anger to him.

"Excuse you! I was using that!" Bulma said, reaching for the cordless phone. Vegeta held her back with his left hand, keeping her away from his right hand which held the phone. Bulma was growing more irritated. "Vegeta! What the hell is your problem?!" She yelled, still reaching for the phone. Vegeta put the phone back on its receiver, standing in front of it. Bulma pouted and gave up.

"So where is this food tasting thing you were yelling about?" Vegeta asked.

"Downtown, why?" Bulma asked, still irritated with Vegeta. He nodded and grabbed her wrist, pulling her out the kitchen towards the front door. Bulma, of course, tried resisting him. "Vegeta! Wait! Ugh!" Bulma protested. "I'm not going by myself and that's final!" Bulma said, still trying to get her wrist free. Vegeta stopped walking and Bulma didn't which caused her to walking into his back. Rubbing her forehead she looked at him.

"Well you said you're not going alone. I'm coming with you." Vegeta said, looking right at her. Bulma was a bit confused with his actions but she needed someone to come along. Bulma let out a sigh and looked Vegeta over. He gave her a questioning look before she gave him an explanation.

"Ok, if you're going, you're going to have to shower first. And change into something less training-ly." Bulma said. Vegeta looked down at his outfit. He was shirtless, wearing dark grey shorts, black socks and grey gym shoes. Then he noticed that Bulma was wearing a long sleeved fitted shirt with legging and short boots. This was her second time since he met her that she had insulted him by telling him he needed to shower. Rolling his eyes, Vegeta walked upstairs to his room to shower and change.

15 minutes later, Vegeta returned wearing khaki pants, a cotton button up, and black loafers. Bulma smiled when she saw him. He almost looked like a normal, sexy human. He was standing there with his arms folded across his chest.

"Are you going to just stand there and look at me or are we leaving?" Vegeta said, staring at her. Bulma's cheeks grew red and she quickly turned on her heel, walking towards the garage, Vegeta right behind her. She walked around the large garage, choosing a luxury hoover car that she built herself. She walked over to the driver's side and Vegeta stood on the passenger side, staring at the car. Bulma looked up at him before getting in the car. She frowned at him, wondering what he was doing.

"Are you getting in the car or are you just going to stand there, looking at your reflection?" Bulma said, getting in the car. Vegeta reluctantly got into the car with her.

"Flying would be quicker." Vegeta said getting situated in the car.

"Maybe, but I'm not in the mood to get tucked through the air and get all messy. Plus, it's not far away. We can drive." Bulma said, turning the car on by pressing start. The car lifted up from the ground. Bulma smiled and looked at Vegeta, who was wondering what she had on her mind. "You might want to buckle up." She said, changing the gears from park to drive. Vegeta did as he was advised and as soon as the "click" was heard, Bulma sped out the garage and onto the street. Vegeta sat back in his seat, a bit perturbed. This woman was trying to kill him.

They sat at the bakery, waiting for the manager to bring out the samples for the cake. Vegeta was rubbing his neck while he waited. He was sure Bulma gave him whiplash on the way here. He looked over at the blue haired woman across from him. She looked happy, smiling while she looked out the window, watching people walk by with shopping bags or briefcases. She looked content. The sun shined a glow on her and she looked beautiful. Naturally beautiful. Bulma turned her attention to Vegeta, who looked away, not wanting her to realize he was staring at her.

"Thanks for coming. It's really nice to go do something with someone." Bulma said, giving him an honest smile. He nodded his head at her as a response to her gratitude. Finally, the manager pulled out a two tier tray filled with different cake samples in cupcake form. Bulma smiled, preparing to try out everything. Vegeta watched as the cupcakes were placed on the table with butter knives, 2 cups, and a fresh pitcher of Brazilian coffee.

"Here you are, Ms. Brief. Enjoy." the manager said, stepping away from the two. He left a guide for Bulma so she could pick her favorite flavor.

"Well, let's dig in!" Bulma said, grabbing a cupcake labeled Devils' Deluxe Chocolate Cake. Vegeta picked up on labeled Angel Kiss Cake. They both cut their cupcakes in half to share with the other.

They were heading to a restaurant for dinner. Bulma was still shocked on how well Vegeta behaved during the cake tasting. They had shared the cupcakes, both deciding that it would be better to do the cake half Chocolate Chip Fudge and the other half French Cream and Strawberry. They enjoyed some quiet conversation about Capsule Corp. and outer space. Bulma had enjoyed her time there with him. She decided that they could do an early dinner before heading back to the home she had been basically stuck in for a year and 3 weeks. Bulma looked over at Vegeta, who was looking out the window at all the skyscrapers and the people whom littered the streets and sidewalks. She smiled at him, returning her eyes back to the road. Vegeta seemed different to her today. He wasn't arguing with her, he was being polite, well as polite as Vegeta could muster. Even though he never said, she did believe he was enjoying his time out with her.

Vegeta was lost in thought as he looked out the window. This Earth was very lush, a beautiful green and blue, unlike Planet Vejita which the skies and plants3 were orange-ish red and pink. He could imagine a life on Earth. It was a very nice planet that he did not want to leave unless he had to. He looked over at Bulma who was concentration on the road. If only…

They enjoyed their dinner on the patio of the restaurant, getting a great view of the street and the sun setting before them. Bulma smiled as the confused and worried waiter watched Vegeta continuously demolish the plates of food he ordered. He was on plate 10 and Bulma was barely halfway through her meal. Even though he was making quick work of all his food, he still managed to continue to eat like a decent, civilized person, unlike Goku. As the waiter walked away, green in the face, Bulma redirected her attention to Vegeta.

"This is why I picked this place. They always give you large portions of food." Bulma said smiling. Vegeta looked up at her, nodding his head. He looked at her plate, surprised that she had barely put a dent in her plate. He didn't understand how humans lived with their meal portions. A Saiyan baby couldn't even get full off the meal servings he saw Bulma and her parents take in. "Thanks for coming out with me today. That was very…nice." Bulma said. She almost said "sweet" but she feared that the word would have started an uncivilized argument between them.

"You needed someone and your idiotic fiancé wasn't coming." Vegeta said giving her his own way of saying "you're welcome." Bulma just smile, understanding what he meant.

"Yeah, like training with Goku is some big important event. You do just well without a partner." Bulma said, looking off into the sunset. Vegeta noticed she was heading towards her stoic personality.

"Some people need to rely on the help of someone stronger than them to help them succeed." Vegeta said, finishing up his plate, waiting on the next one.

"Still isn't an excuse to leave your fiancé to plan this entire thing on her own…especially when it wasn't her idea…" Bulma mumbled, pushing her food around on her plate with her fork. Vegeta looked at her. He watched her demeanor. She was in that relaxed, unlady-like mood again. She was slumped over with her face leaning on her elbow, looking off into space.

"How is it?" Bulma said suddenly. Vegeta gave her a questionable look.

"How is what?"

"Space. I've only been out there once. And that was to Namek. How is it to live out there?" Bulma said, now looking at Vegeta, still having her face in her palm.

"Quiet. Dark. Vast." Vegeta gave her a simple answer.

"I assume that, Vegeta," Bulma said, rolling her eyes.

"It becomes lonely. There's nothing out there but dead silence. The stars don't even make a single sound. Sitting on an empty planet, there's nothing around you but dirt, maybe water, and wind. There is little life, little growth. Space is made for those who have no home or wish to live in dark solitude." Vegeta said, also looking off into the sky.

"Do you prefer to be there over Earth?" Bulma asked. She wanted to know because she assumed that Vegeta hated this planet. Part of her was afraid of his answer.

"No," was his answer. Even though it was simple, it made her smile anyways.

"You just become so accustom to seeing a beauty like me every day, you would hate to leave it huh?" Bulma said smirking with her eyes closed.

"Keep dreaming, woman." Vegeta said, starting his next plate. Bulma smiled at him. He liked living here on Earth with her and she knew it. Picking up her glass, she saw it again. The ring. Her smile faded as she looked back down at it. Well, maybe she could build him a capsule home once she and Yamcha got married. Things would definitely change pretty soon. Bulma wasn't sure if she was ready for the changes yet. She looked at Vegeta, giving him a weak smile. She wasn't ready to give up on the friendship she worked so hard to try and build with Vegeta. Just not yet.

Another one done! Chapter 6 is completed and I shall start working on chapter 7. You know me, I have to be 2-3 chapters in before I post one...except for my story Ten…I'm just real lazy with that. It takes a lot of thought and effort to write for Batman Beyond for me. Dragonball Z comes natural for me so I get chapters done quicker. But anyways, please review, I appreciate it so much. Thank you!