Bulma frowned, reviewing her schematics for an improved fighting bot. Everything she came up with was destroyed by the Prince of All Assholes within hours of completion. She had to find a way for her bots to not only survive, but dish back some of the aggression he showed them. After all, this was supposed to be helping him train to save the freaking planet, but they weren't even a fraction of a challenge for him. Which he let her know daily.

"Ugh!" she released a frustrated sigh that bordered on a growl before standing up from her desk too quickly, practically knocking her chair out from under her. She ripped off her lab coat, tossing it unceremoniously on the back of her chair.

"That…is tomorrow's problem," she told no one in particular. The papers on her desk would wait for her. Bulma made her way for the exit, leaving some busted bots sprawled out on a work table behind her.

Now she just had to find a way to avoid the Asshole for the next hour or so before dinner-

"Woman! Are you done with my machines?"

Oh great. The ungrateful saiyan warrior suddenly appeared in the doorway, blocking her hasty escape from the lab. He was wearing a skin tight tank top and exercise shorts along with his trademark scowl.

She felt her eyebrow twitching with irritation. "It's Bulma. And no, they're going to have to wait until tomorrow." She crossed her arms, meeting his eye. She knew she was starting a fight, and was prepared to stand her ground.

"Tomorrow?!" Vegeta gritted his teeth with what was hopefully simply annoyance, but was more likely rage. "Unacceptable. Complete them now."

Bulma threw her head back and let herself laugh like an evil villain for a moment. "Vegeta, when did you suddenly become a comedian? You're not the boss of me." She gave him a sly smile.

He growled at her. "This is no time for jokes. The androids will be here before we know it."

She rolled her eyes. She knew this routine. "Yeah, yeah. I've been hearing this every day for the past month. Give me a break, Vegeta."

He flexed his fists in frustration. "Nothing is more important than destroying those androids."

His glare could make a lesser man piss his pants on the spot. Bulma, however, was not a lesser man.

"Listen here," she started, unfolding her arms and stalking straight up to him. "I am taking the rest of the night off." She jabbed his chest with her pointer finger. "I have a date."

Vegeta scoffed at her, a smirk tugging on his lips. "Really? One of those silly social appointments? Let me guess, with that puny weakling?"

"He's not a weakling!" She jabbed him again for emphasis.

"Ah, so you admit he is puny?" he replied, smirk growing.

Damn him. "Whatever, asshole. I'm taking the night off. You can wait until tomorrow."

She pushed past him, squeezing through the doorway. He could have blocked her, but he side-stepped instead, avoiding her brushing up against him.

"Woman! What am I supposed to do then?" he snarled at her.

She walked down the hall, not bothering to look back at the man that had been harassing her daily for the past month. "I'm sure you'll figure something out. Just run around the gravity chamber a few times…or you could go on a date," she said, waving her hand over her shoulder dismissively.

He sputtered behind her, and she giggled to herself as she made her way towards her bedroom. She had to get ready for dinner with Yamcha.

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Bulma applied her red lipstick very carefully, with an experienced and steady hand. She went around her mouth, careful to keep within her lip liner, before popping her lips together with a smack. Perfect!

She smiled at her reflection in her floor length mirror. She had put on a black mini dress, something that was simple, yet eye-catching. While it didn't show any cleavage, when paired with red heels, her legs looked absolutely phenomenal. Her ass didn't look too bad, either.

Yamcha was gonna lose his mind when he saw her!

She grabbed a small, beaded black handbag and threw her essentials inside. She left her bedroom, suddenly wondering if she should lock her door behind her.

When she offered the saiyan warrior a place to stay at Capsule Corp. while he trained to defeat the androids, she hadn't really thought much about his accommodations. It turned out that her mother had set him up in a guest room down the hallway from hers. It was just close enough to her own room to make her feel…weird.

Nah, he may be an evil, maniacal, murderous son of a bitch, but she knew he would never do anything creepy. It wasn't his style.

Bulma made her way through the halls and toward the kitchen, hoping to get a drink before she headed out.

She was met with an evil look, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes at the saiyan once more.

"What?" she asked him, hoping her attitude translated through her tone. He was staring at her as if she was an android, and he was going to take off her head.

"Tch," he scoffed, grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator and stalking off outside.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," she mumbled, grabbing her own bottle of water and very carefully allowing herself to sip. She didn't want to ruin her make up or spill on her dress.

Vegeta was always so…grouchy. Did living in a luxurious home with people waiting on him hand and foot really irritate him that much? And he had practically around the clock assistance when it came to his training. He had amenities like the gravity chamber, exercise equipment, and while they weren't perfect yet, fighting bots to train with. Not to mention, he would cause any normal household to go bankrupt with the amount of food he consumed. He had everything he wanted here, and yet he still acted like a little spoiled brat.

She sighed, putting the cap back on her water bottle, then placing it back into the fridge. She pulled a capsule out of her bag.

Screw him and his bad attitude, she had a hot date to get to!

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Vegeta rumbled to himself, trying to keep his emotions in check. He stomped off towards the gravity chamber, the only place he seemed to find solace on this putrid little planet.

He pressed the control panel on the outside, and the chamber immediately granted him access. He entered, quickly swallowing down the rest of his bottle of water before crushing it and tossing it aside. He then approached the control hub, pressing the buttons to increase the gravity in the room.

Under the immense pressure, he began to practice, running through his exercise routine, shooting off ki blasts in a loop around the chamber.

Anything to distract him from that stupid, puny, worthless little Earthling woman.

She was absolutely grating on him. She found new ways to annoy and infuriate him every damn day. Between being bad at her only job, creating bots for him, and her outrageously obnoxious attitude, he was surprised he hadn't snapped her neck already.

He let out a roar, sending a large blast out and around the chamber, then dodged it as it quickly zipped back around towards him.

And it didn't help that now he couldn't stop thinking about her stupidly long, slender legs.

She knew what she was doing when she put on that dress with those ridiculous shoes.

He punched his fist out, colliding with the ki blast, singeing his glove and dissolving the energy.

The more he tried to think about something else, anything else, the more his mind would return to dwell on the Earthling's body. He imagined what it would feel like to run his fingers up her smooth, slim legs, sliding up slowly to meet the curve of her ass-

"AGH!" he shouted, sending a huge blast of energy out. It bent around the chamber, hurtling like a train, and he was unable to dive out of the way in time. He fell to the ground in pain as his own ki sizzled and burned his skin.

What was he thinking? He was a Prince, for gods' sake. She was nothing. A worm. She had no strength, no battle skill, and no pedigree at all whatsoever.

Yes, but from what he gathered from his month on Earth, she was one of the smartest people on this piece of shit planet, he couldn't help but think. And that wasn't even considering that her family was also one of the ultra wealthy on this planet, giving her a socially elite status that few could obtain.

He laid on the floor of the gravity chamber for some time, his mind having a fight of its own.

She was inconsequential. She wasn't worth his time.

So why was he still thinking about her?

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