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Vegeta sat down in a cast iron patio chair on one of the many out door patios that his mother had gotten built for family parties. He leaned back slowly and looked out at the horses, he never really knew how many they had and he never really cared. Bulma cared, she loved those 'dumb' animals, she spent most of her time out in the stables or riding them, and anything else she could do to stay away from him. Not that he cared or anything, he could get any girl he wanted, he was Vegeta Ouji after all, girls threw them selves at him, he was practically a god in their eyes. But Bulma was different; she wanted nothing to do with him. In all the time she had spent in his house over the years she had probably spent more time with his friend Kakarot than him and that really pissed him off. She was just another girl right? This shouldn't bother him but the more he thought about the more it made him furious. She should be thankful that he even pays attention to her sorry Irish ass. He smirked to him self as he recalled the way she was looking at him today. Vegeta had gone out of his way to make sure that his braces came off, that the acne was gone, his hair grew out, and that over bite was fixed before she got here. He wanted to take her breath away but she managed to take his away instead. She looked gorgeous and that skirt suit really gave him the chills but he'd never admit that. He continued to sit and daydream until a shoe fell from the sky and nearly hit him in the head.

"What the hell?" he yelled as he jumped up out of his seat. He looked over and saw a high heal clattering around on the stone. Slowly he walked over to pick it up, examining it he figured it was Bulma's. Vegeta looked up and saw a pair of legs dangling off the edge of a balcony, one stocking clad foot with a shoe one with out. She didn't even seem to care that it fell because she made no effort to even look down at it. He looked back to the shoe in his hand, it had to be expensive, and with out a doubt it was because Bulma doesn't wear anything that isn't worth more than some people's cars. She was stuck up like that, but what could you expect from a girl whose father collects custom sports cars and whose mother had more diamonds than the British royal family. Bulma was born into money and she showed it every chance she got. She's never had to work a day in her life but that didn't mean she wasn't smart. She had to be the smartest girl that Vegeta had ever met which intimidated him a little bit not that he'd ever admit it.

Everyone expected him and Bulma had hopped that the two would some day get married and have a family, but he was certain that Bulma would rather chew off her own perfectly manicured left hand than let him put a ring on it. They both came from wealthy families and both were the best that the Americas or Europe had to offer. It would be a match made in heaven, two super power families coming together and breading perfection; the only thing stopping this from happening was them.

She was too perfect and he was too 'American', she liked Mozart and he liked Mike Jones, she had Irish setters and poodles and he had pit bulls and German Shepard's, it just wouldn't work. He put the shoe in his pocket and headed inside to see if there was a football game on TV. Vegeta made his way into the back living room and sighed with relief when he found it empty. Plopping down on the couch he turned the TV on and zoned out. He didn't notice his mother come in, nor did he notice that she told him that she and his father were going out for dinner and would be leaving Bulma and Vegeta alone. He grunted a reply and kept his eyes glued to the game completely blocking out the rest of the world as an hour or so went by with out him even noticing.

Bulma leaned her head against the bars on the balcony railing, she had long forgotten about her shoe and she was now focused on what she was going to do all summer. Most likely she would spend it riding the horses and reading like she did last year, and the year before that, and the year before that and so on. She continued to gaze out at the fields as the sky got dark and a raindrop landed on her head. Bulma looked up at the sky and then got hit in the face with another raindrop. "Rain…" she mumbled as she got up and went inside. She kicked off her shoe and began to peal off her clothes so she could change into her pajamas. Glancing at the clock she saw it was eight at night, which meant that Mr. and Mrs. Ouji had gone out for dinner and her and Vegeta, were left alone. Tugging on a nightshirt a loud clap of thunder shook the stone house. Bulma let out a scream as she fell over while trying to put on her pants. She looked out her window and saw rain pouring out of the sky while lightning put on a colorful dance to the sound of thunder booming. Bulma let out a whimper then dashed out of her room into the dark hallway. She tip toed down the stairs cringing every time thunder hit or lightning lit up the house. After a while she found her way to the kitchen and read the note that was on the fridge.

Dear Vegeta and Bulma,

Mr. Ouji and I have gone out for dinner and a play we'll be back around one so don't wait up!

Love Mrs. Ouji.

Bulma put the note on the counter and began to go through the fridge. 'Milk, lettuce, butter, onions, soda, tomatoes…' she listed in her head as another clap of thunder rumbled the house. She squeaked and shut the fridge deciding that she wasn't hungry. She was caught off guard as the doorbell rang so she let out another squeak and looked around. "Hello? Anyone going to get that?" she called as she made her way to the door. She stood up on her tiptoes and looked through the peek hole. In the door way stood a blonde haired girl with boobs bigger than her head. Bulma rolled her eyes, typical Vegeta. "Vegeta! Door for you!" she yelled. She waited a moment and got no response. "Vegeta! Get the door!" she yelled again. Bulma looked back out the peephole and decided it was best to let the girl in so she doesn't get too wet because if she did all the makeup she was wearing might stain the carpet. She opened the door and stuck her head out. "Hello?"

"God took you long enough!" the blonde snapped.

"Um…I'm sorry?"

"Whatever is Vegeta here?" she said as she pushed past Bulma and stepped into the house.

"I think so…" Bulma answered while shutting the door.

"What kind of a maid are you? Don't know where your employer is, walking around out of uniform, not answering the door on time, god what a waste of skin."

"Oh I know you did not just say that about me!" Bulma yelled as she stomped over to the girl.

"Ew and you're foreign too…" the girl said holding her nose.

"Christina?" Vegeta called from the doorway on the right.

"Ginger! My name is Ginger!" she corrected.

"Whatever…what are you doing here?" he asked as she kissed his cheek.

"I'm here to see you babe, but you might want to think about firing this maid of yours, she's pretty terrible. Is she new?"

"Nah, we've had her for a while." Vegeta responded as Bulma's face turned red.

"You little bastard!" Bulma yelled.

"God Bulma chill." Vegeta said smirking as the blonde girl laughed.

"Ugh I hate you! I'm going to my room, have fun with your little slut!" Bulma screamed as she stormed up the stairs.

"Bulma!" Vegeta yelled after her.

"Let her go," 'Ginger' said, "Come on Geta we haven't gotten together in like a month!" she whined as she dragged him to the living room.

Vegeta looked back at the stairs that Bulma had ran up then he let the girl pull him onto the couch.

Bulma flung her self onto her bed and instantly dialed Chichi's number on her cell phone. The phone rang once and then twice and then someone picked up.

"Hello?" Came Chichi's voice.

"Chi thank god!"

"Bulma? What's wrong?"

"I hate it here! That's what's wrong!" Bulma nearly yelled into the phone.

"Come on B, it cant be that bad…I mean by now you should be used to it, right?"

"Wrong Chi! Vegeta is a jerk like always but he's purposely being extra jerky!"

"What?"

"I don't know! He just…he's changed."

"How?" Chichi questioned.

Bulma shifted on her bed so she was sitting up, "Well…he's gotten taller…and he looks really good."

"So he's like a ride?"

"I guess."

"You wanna snog him? Like that kind of ride?"

"No! Ew, no matter how cute he is I'll never want to kiss that jerk."

"Sure, you say that now."

"And I'll keep saying that."

"B, I'm sure you can give him a chance. He can't be all bad."

"Wrong Chi, he is all bad."

"You're just over reacting."

"How could I possibly over react about this? He's spoiled, dumb as a rock, show offish, rude, mean, and he's American!"

"So? Christian Bale is American!"

"Chichi, he is not!"

"Oh…well someone cute is American!"

"Nice save…"

"So how was the trip over to America?"

"Terrible…I hate flying."

"Are you still scared of heights? Come on Bulma it's been like five years since he pushed you down those stairs!"

"Four…"

"Whatever, its time to move on!"

"I guess so…" Bulma said as she heard her door open. "Hold on Chi." She said into the phone as she looked over at the person who came in. "Vegeta?" she questioned while he stood in the doorway.

"Just thought I'd check on you." He responded in a monotone.

"What?"

"Did I stutter?"

"No…I just thought you'd be spending the night with that girl."

"Cinnamon?"

"I thought her name was Ginger."

"Whatever, I made her leave."

"What? Why?"

"She was pissing me off."

Bulma looked down at her phone and then held it up to her ear. "Chi I'll call you back." She said and hung up. 'is…he being nice?' she asked her self as he made his way over to her. "So why are you here?"

"Just wanted to see if you were ok." He answered as he sat on her bed.

"So you care about me now?"

He looked at her for a moment and thought about how to answer her. "Not really."

Bulma rolled her eyes "Then why are you here?" she asked again.

"Do you really hate me?"

"What?"

"Earlier you said you hated me."

"So?"

"Just answer the damn question."

"Vegeta we've been saying stuff like that to each other since we could talk!"

"But do you ever mean it?"

Bulma looked at him funny, she couldn't decide if he was being serious or if he was just being an ass like normal. After a moment or so she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. "No, no I don't."

"Then why do you say it?"

"Because," she started as she ran a hand through her hair, "You drive me completely crazy."

"You love the attention."

"No, no I don't. Just because I don't hate you doesn't mean I want to see you or talk to you."

"Huh?"

"I'd rather spend my summer back in Kildare or in London…somewhere where I know the people so I'm not so damn lonely all the time."

"You always spend it with those horses."

"Its not enough Vegeta, I like to talk to people."

"Then why don't you talk to me?"

"I don't like you, that's why!"

"Can't you try to like me?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I just think it'd be a good idea if we got a long better."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Vegeta…I'm not really sure how to say this…but…I will never, ever! Be friends with someone who broke both my arms and my leg and then laughed about it!"

"So you'll think about it?"

"No! Now get out!"

"Or what? You'll kill me?"

"Vegeta!"

"Oh come on Bulma, I come in here to make nice with you and you rip my head off. And you say that I'm the one who can't be nice."

"I—"

"Or maybe it's that you don't want to try to be nice."

"Ve—"

"You'd rather have some reason to complain than get rid of it."

"Ok that's it! Get out!" Bulma screamed as she tried to push him off the bed.

"Ok first off you will not talk to me like that! And second this is my house bitch! I'll leave when I'm good and ready!"

"Fine! Stay here all night then. I. Don't. Care." Bulma huffed as she climbed under her covers and shut off the lights.

Vegeta sat on the foot of her bed and looked around, he had only come in here twice before and both those times were to put her fingers in warm water while she slept when she was seven. He looked over at Bulma and smirked when he saw the pissed expression that was plastered on her face. 'maybe I should stay the night..' he thought to him self as he watched her face soften which meant that she was falling asleep. 'She'll get really pissed in the morning…' he continued to think, 'all the more reason.' Vegeta crawled over to the opposite side of the bed and climbed under the covers. 'This is going to kill her!' he thought excitedly to him self. Vegeta folded his arms behind his head and gave Bulma one last look before he drifted off to sleep.

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Read chapter 3 please:3