As of 10/09/17 in the processes of re-writing the earlier chapters of this story.
When i started writing this story I had not written anything for many, many years and it took a while to find my swing and style again. The characters in this story unfortunately still don't belong to me - otherwise Vegeta would be naked a whole lot ;)
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Bulma was exhausted, she rubbed her aquatic blue eyes and exhaled deeply as she pushed up and away from her desk in the Laboratory. She was exhausted, having spent all day repairing training bots and equipment for Vegeta - who kept a steady supply of them coming. Almost daily. Keeping her from other projects she had wanted, no, needed to attend to.

Sighing deeply in an attempt to release some of the frustration arising in her she turned off the lights in her Lab. Making her way up the stairs and towards the kitchen. The more she thought about Vegeta, the destroyed bots, and his constant demands, she found herself growing angry and upset with the overall situation and herself.

Damn you Vegeta she thought here I am repairing all these things like I am your silly slave! I have more important things to work on then clean up your messes. NO more. I'll teach him how to treat MY equipment better!

Her blood was boiling when she finally reached the kitchen, Vegeta was sitting at the table devouring his dinner. Bulma was not sure if the deep hunger, which had finally forced her to leave the lap, was driving her suddenly arising anger even higher or if everything was slowly boiling to the top driven by her own thoughts.

"I have had enough of you and your destructive behavior!" she screamed at him without any warning, hitting the table with her bare hand and immediately regretting it. That hurt. A lot. Trying to hide the pain she had just accidentally inflicted on herself, and not wanting to give him an easy insult target she turned away and towards the fridge.

Vegeta was eyeing her dismissively,

" Woman you will not talk to me like this!" he growled deeply, obviously annoyed and not in the least bit interested in the actual issue that had her seething this time.

"Have you forgotten who I am? You will.." was all he could continue as Bulma cut him off, her temper boiling over.

"I don't care who you are! This is my house, my house Vegeta! You are destroying my equipment, keeping me from important things" she hissed at the arrogant Prince. Desperation was boiling inside of her, Bulma just wanted a simple thank you. If not that then it wasn't too much to ask for respect and appreciation for her equipment. She worked hard! She always did and lately, everybody seemed to take her, and her efforts, for granted! Bulmas knuckles were turning white as she was gripping the fridge door more tightly, she had to fight to keep her composure. She was not going to let him win, she was not going to let him see how angry he could make her. How much his cold and callous words stung.

The past few months her and Vegeta had played this game of insults, retorts, and short fuses - and Bulma was keeping score - she was sure Vegeta was too. Unlike Yamcha, he was not only physically stronger than her, but he had a head on his shoulders, maybe not a good one, but a smart one.

"Idiot, what could you possibly have to do other than helping me get stronger!?" Vegeta snarled at her, voice deep and irritated with her antics.

"I am the heiress to Capsule Corp, you monkey! I am important!" she slammed the fridge shut, thoroughly shaking its contents as she finally turned to face him.

"Call me that again and I will kill you Woman!" his eyes gleamed with anger, his hands balled into fists, his half-empty dinner plate long forgotten. He was not in the mood for this, and if he had a line, the woman had just crossed it! Nobody called him a monkey! He had promised himself that after the demise of Frieza he would slowly, painfully, murder any fool that dared to utter the word in his direction.

"You won't! I have given you everything! A place to train, food, shelter and you monkey can't even be nice" she growled at him, doing her best to ignore the twisting deep in her stomach, hoping she wasn't going too far and leaning over the table further, her face inching closer to his. She was going to make her point clear this time. Her cheeks were flustered, yes she was going to show him his place, she was done being taken advantage of!

"I am a Prince, you have simply done what would have been expected of any servant" he retorted matter-of-factly, pushing his now cold dinner aside he got up to meet Bulma's stare eye to eye.

"I am not your servant asshole!" her voice near hysteria, as blue met black across the table, and without even thinking her hand reached for his glass on the table, with a swift motion she emptied its content into his face.

Vegeta's eyes widened in a mixture of shock, disbelief and anger, and for a brief second Bulma was truly and utterly afraid of him. He was after all a murder. something he was proud of, he had bragged on numerous occasions about the lives he had taken. The man across from her relished the kill.

She had just doused the prince's entire face and ruined what was left of his dinner. Not that he had seemed particularly interested in his dinner anymore. The vein on the side of Vegeta's head was growing at an alarming rate and Bulma's stomach turned into knots. It was now that her brain decided to remind her who she was actually dealing with. Murderer. Psychopath. Maniac. She swallowed audibly, and her previously squared shoulders slumped over, her mouth suddenly too dry.

But to her surprise, Vegeta gave her one good look of hate and disgust and turned away.

He walked out of the kitchen, paused in the doorframe and without turning to her said;

"Without me, your precious dirtball of a plant will be helpless when the Androids get here" - with that he was off to the stairs and up towards his room. Leaving a rather perplex Bulma standing in the kitchen, breathing heavily and surrounded by the mess she had created.

Upon reaching his room Vegeta didn't even bother turning on the light, he had excellent vision even in the dark. There was too much anger coiling inside of him to properly operate fragile earth technology without breaking it. A light switch, how pathetic was that invention anyway, the Prince was used to on-board computers doing the simple job of turning off and on the lights upon his arrival or departure from a room. He turned left straight away, towards the bathroom adjacent to his bedroom and turned on the water in his shower. It had taken him every ounce of self-control not to blast Bulma to Hell - and back.

His blood was boiling and he wanted to punch holes in the walls in a desperate attempt to not spiral out of control. He had a long and hard training session behind him, but the desired transformation still seemed out of his reach and he was growing mad and impatient with himself.

Taking it out on Bulma's equipment was the only thing that so far had prevented him from blowing up the GR. Again.

He had hoped that his forced rest would allow him to breach the barrier he had hit when the damn machine exploded roughly 7 weeks ago, but that wasn't the case.

Having stripped of his cloth Vegeta entered the shower, letting the hot water wash away the sweat of the day, his dinner drink - which was drying quite sticky - and soothe his aching muscles. Exhaling deeply he tried to ignore the annoying little voice in the back of his head that told him that he would never hurt Bulma, her fiery temper amused him and their little confrontations often were the source of his only entertainment. She was witty and fearless, keeping him on his toes while her mind was brilliant enough to build anything she dreamt up. Currently, that was training bots for him, something that deep down he was very pleased with. She kept improving them as he kept growing stronger and destroying them, a never-ending circle that forced them to interact on an almost daily basis. Something he enjoyed. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone, not even himself.

But tonight she had pushed it too far. He was truly mad at her, caught somewhere between wanting to snap her fragile little neck and the urge to throw her over the next hard surface and have his way with her until she conceded to his dominance over her while moaning his name. Her reaction with the drink had been utterly disrespectful and while Vegeta appreciated her defiance this had crossed a line that had almost made him lose his temper. He had killed men for less. He had killed men for nothing.

After the GR explosion, she had stayed by his side in a fashion that had bordered on stalking, catering to his needs without complaint, they still had their verbal spars but things had been pleasant. She had waited on him like the royalty he was and the feeling had been nice.

Vegeta shuddered at his own thoughts and turned the water to cold. He was clearly going insane. The luxury and comfort provided to him by living at Capsule Corp were making him lose his edge - that had to be it.

He was Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans. Ruthless. Cold. Living for the kill. He didn't do nice.

End of Chapter I
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