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Chapter 1: Getting Along

Bulma woke up to the sound of her alarm clock that sat on the night stand beside her queen size 4 poster bed. The metallic sound coming from the clock was like nails on a chalk board inside her brain. Sometimes she wish she had kii so she could blast the annoying contraption straight to the next dimension.

It is a very primitive way of waking up. She thought of creating a robot that would wake her up. She picked it up and hit snooze and looked at it; it was 10:00 am, so she decided to get up. She over slept...again. Bulma put on her favorite pink bathrobe that she got for her birthday present along with a black Gucci handbag and some jewelry from her boyfriend.

She then groggy rolled out of bed headed to the bathroom. She stepped inside the confines of her lush bathroom. The floor was cover with white, peach and gray tiles in fabulous designs. The stainless steel pipe tap, the porcelain tub with a matching basin for the hand and face.

When she flipped the light switch on and the ventilation fan turn on along with the light. It was wonder having the ventilation system, it would be really embarrassing if her air brain mother invade her privacy after she had just finish doing her…...business.

She could already imagine what her mother would say.

'It's okay honey, it is a natural thing to do.' Bulma laugh knowing well that her stuff don't smell that bad. She loved her figure so she watch what she ate.

Bulma stood up in front of the full body mirror and examine her almost perfect figure. Yes…..almost perfect as in something that is missing. She looked at her pale skin and said "I need a tan." The summer heat was blistering hot. She was going to make use of it.

Bulma turned away from the mirror and headed towards her porcelain tub. She adjusted the tap water to cool. She ran her hand through the water to test its temperature. When it was to her liking, she turned on the shower tap and a spray of glistening water showered down. She jumped in the tub and let the water spray her body. She relax as the soothing water quenched her hungry pours. The night was hot so she had sweated...a lot. Bulma then reach for a perfume soap and lathered her body.

When she was finish, she drop the soap back on the tray and reach for the shampoo which poured some in her hand then work it into a lather. Bulma washed her hair over and over until she was on the seventh wash, then she stopped. Bulma was very cautious about keeping clean, she would never recover if someone told her that she smelled. The blue haired goddess rinsed out her...blue hair by positioning her head under the cascading shower and rinsed it out along with the rest of her body. She made sure to rid herself of the suds. She got out of the bathtub and blindly reach for the nearest towel. The water from her wet hair blinded her. After three failed attempts, she got her hand on a towel and dried her face. She wrapped one around her upper chest and use the other to dry her hair.

Her hair got extremely curly when it's wet so she would have to blow dry it later after she finished tanning. She open her mirror/medicine cabinet and pulled out her aquamarine toothbrush and brushed her teeth. She rinsed gargled and spat in the sink. She repeated the process twice before exiting the bathroom and headed back to her room to get dressed then headed to the kitchen to whip up something good to eat. She knew it would not be long before Vegeta barge into her room and nag her to death with his wining and his 'I get what I want' attitude.

In the gravity room...

Vegeta was training in the gravity room like there is no tomorrow. He was pushing himself to his very limits. He had always thought he was the strongest saiyan in the universe but he is horrified that his rival and his enemy was more powerful than he is. He is ashamed to admit it. His ancestors must be rolling in their graves at the fact that the Saiyan Prince, ruler of ALL saiyans must play second fiddle to a 3rd class loser. So now, he is dead set on surpassing Goku even if it kills him. He won't succumb to any distractions from anyone in his quest to be the most powerful being in the world. He would just train and train until he attain super-saiyan. On that day with his new power, he would beat the crap out of Kakarrot. As if on cue, his stomach started grumbling. He ignore it and kept on doing elevated crunches. He is determined to get the most out of his training, but then it got loud enough to be heard echoing throughout the whole gravity room.

Vegeta finally gave up, 'all right you win'. He said, knowing that his stomach won the battle. He hadn't had a bite to eat since yesterday night because he trained all night non-stop. He typed in the code on the key pad and the machine wooing sound came to a halt. He repeated the process for the door. Now outside in fresh air, he inhale deeply, then exhale. Being cooped up in the gravity room's stale air for a day and a half was getting to him. He started towards to the kitchen, 'I hope that accursed woman made something for me to eat or there will be hell to pay.' He said to himself in deep though.

Mrs. Brief was in the kitchen cooking breakfast when Vegeta came in to the kitchen. "Good morning Vegeta, sleep well last night?"

Vegeta just growl and walked pass Mrs. Brief to sit at the dining table. Considering that he didn't get any sleep last night, she just said was the dumbest thing he's ever heard. He'd been up whole night training for the arrival of those androids. They would be the perfect chance for him to test out his new power.

"Humph, sleep is for weaklings, a true warrior never rest until get what he wants. I've been training none stop just to save your pathetic excuse for a planet. So don't ask me whether I slept or not. Got it." That's what his pride was telling him but his body was exhausted. He had been training three days straight, taking a brake only to eat and drink. He was determined to obtain the legendry powers of super saiyan, and then he'll be strong enough to defeat those androids and beat the crap out of Kakarrot. He once heard the blue haired witch call Kakarrot an annoying earth toy called a teddy bear. So that's why he was going to beat the stuffing out of him when he attain super-saiyan He was so caught up in the ways of punishing Kakarrot that he didn't hear the other person in the kitchen call him.

"Vegeta darling, could you be a dear and go get Bulma for me." Her high pitch voice was like a knife in his brain. Vegeta would have screamed her head off about calling him darling and telling him what to do but, if it keep her mouth shut, then he would obliged. Death is better than sitting there listing that woman screeching voice. Vegeta got up slowly and approach the steps. On his way up he heard the shower go off. A sly smirk crept its way on his face as he slowly approach Bulma's room door. It was cracked open, so he slowly opened it all the way. The image before him eyes would have him in a trance for the next minute or so. Before his eyes was the woman's round rear-end. The already rising bulge in Vegeta's spandex shorts super-sized when he saw her bend over. All of a sudden Bulma notice her admirer and turn around to face him.

"Like what you see?" She said stating rather that questioning. She strut a little bit then she grabbed her tower and coved half of her ample breasts. She looked at his with hunger in her eye and an inviting smirk that could rival one of Vegeta's.

"Vegeta, do you want some..." Vegeta desperately wanted to say 'yes' and jump on her and ravish her body for an early morning meal, but he knew that if he opened his mouth he would ruin it...and that's what he did.

"Vegeta, do want my delicious body...Vegeta, do you want to sink your teeth in me?" The invitation seem so tempting Vegeta accepted.

"Yes" Vegeta said and shook his head furiously.

"Are you sure Vegeta.., Are u sure you want it?

…...

Vegeta snapped out of his trance when a hairbrush hit him in the nose.

"Vegeta….Vegeta...Vegeta...VEGETA... VEGETA...GET THE HELL OUT." Vegeta blinked his eyes just in time to see Bulma's door go "slam" his face. Vegeta shook his head.

Vegeta stood there trying to figure out what happened. That's when realized what he had come upstairs to do. "Woman…. Your uhh…harpy of a mother said breakfast is ready." Vegeta said embarrassment still present in his voice. Vegeta mentally smacked himself and head back downstairs.

Vegeta sat down around the dining table and proceed to collect all his mental faculties. He admit he wanted to catch the woman in an awkward moment and laugh in her face about it later, but he didn't expect to see what he just saw. He saw more than what he had bargain for. Vegeta was so busy in his own thoughts that he didn't see Bulma as she stormed in the kitchen still fuming over what had just took place in her bedroom.

"Morning dear, slept well?" The high spirited woman asked. She didn't see when Vegeta had re-entered the kitchen and she didn't see when her only daughter marched over to Vegeta and slapped him in his face.

SLAP!

Vegeta came back to hard reality with a slap from Bulma. "What the hell were you doing in my room you perverted bastard?" Bulma stood there hands crossed over her chest tapping her feet on the kitchen floor waiting for an answer.

After a minutes her answers came. "I was doing your mother's bidding."

"My mother send you to my room to spy on me while I got dressed? Wow Vegeta, being a nasty saiyan pervert was one of my expectation of you but to lie so... badly." Bulma tried to control her anger and resist the strong urge to slap him again. This time he would be expecting it and he wouldn't take it lying down.

"She told me to inform you that your meal was ready." Vegeta said and tried his best not to make eye contact with Bulma. He was still a little embarrassed about the situation and he didn't want her to see it.

"And you saw you chance for a free peep show so you took it. Sick bastard." Bulma said and sat down next adjacent Vegeta. She made sure that there's some space in between them. She it wouldn't be safe for her if he decides to go in heat again.

It was Vegeta's turn to get mad. "It's not my fault you don't know how to lock your damn door. You are well aware that I pass your room to get to my room. Hmpf…..if I didn't know any better, you expected me to pass by and have a look." Vegeta smirked at Bulma. Unfortunately for Vegeta, Bulma's mother had placed a hot cup of chocolate tea in front of Bulma, she chucked it at Vegeta. With his quick reflex, he smacked the cup away before it hit him in his face; he burned his hand in the process.

Vegeta shake the hot liquid from his hand and glared rage filled daggers at Bulma. She burst out laughing. She was laughing so hard she that had to hold her stomach to contain her laughter. After a minutes, she stop laughing. Mrs. Brief put the first round of pancakes on the table.

"Serves you right, pervert. The nerve!" Bulma stated. Vegeta jumped up ready to solve this problem warrior style. Bulma didn't back down. She jumped up knowing full well that she was not in the position to win a physical confrontation with the saiyan prince, but she refuse to let him win.

"C'mon guy's, you're behaving like children. Just sit down and eat this wonderful meal I've prepared." Mrs. Brief as she interrupted them. Vegeta sat back down. For once the brainless woman was right, they were acting like toddlers. And beating the defenseless blue banshee woman would not go over well with her friends. Not that he couldn't take the weaklings, it's just that Kakarrot would be a problem.

"Hmpf." Was all Vegeta said and picked up his food and head to the gravity room. If he stayed in her presence any longer he would cause her serious harm. So before he blast her into oblivion, he is going to excuse himself.

…

Bulma had just remembered that her mother said morning. "Good morning mom". Bulma said. Bulma was still fuming by what had just took place.

"Bulma dearest, why are you so mean to Vegeta? He is such a nice boy." Mrs. Brief sat at the table sipping her coffee.

"Because he's an asshole and a pervert. Can you believe that he had the audacity to assume that is left my door open so he could watch me change?" Bulma was flushed from being so angry, her cheek were puffy and red and her eyes was a teal color; a change from her usual ocean blue. Bulma shook off the ire feeling and sip some of her hot coffee. That was her second cup since she had thrown the first one at Vegeta's head.

"Vegeta is a handsome man. You guys could date. Remember you're not getting any younger." Bulma spat out the contents of her coffee in her mouth. They stood there in complete silence for 10 seconds, then Mrs. Brief got up to get a paper towel to clean her herself off. "...plus I want grandkids."

"MOM...would you stop it. I already have a boyfriend..." Bulma scream at her mom, hesitant to take another sip of her tea for fear of spitting it out again from shock. She can't believe that her mom was saying. "…and there is now way in hell I would go out with that homicidal maniac."

"If you say so dear...I am just worried about you that all." Mrs. Brief said and stood up.

"Yeah, you just want to interfere in my love life." Bulma said under her breath.

"What was that dear?" Mrs. Brief took the dishes from the table and over to the sink to washed them.

"Oh, I said I'll do them…the dishes I mean" Bulma got up from the table and preceded to washing the dishes. Her mom continues.

"I know that he is intimidating, but he is also strong…..he's the only man that stands up to you." She sat down to finish her coffee.

Bulma started thinking that her mother is right. Yamcha would just cower like a dog when she started yelling and the vibes that Vegeta gives off screams danger. It would leave any other earthling running and cowering….but not her. She welcome his arrogance and stubbornness. The earth need someone to stand up to 'his royal pig-headed-ness.'

"But Mom, Yamcha is also strong and he's kind and….."

"Says who?" A deep voice cut her off. Both women turned their heads to meet Vegeta's piercing black pearls. He was standing in the doorway with plates in his hands. Empty plates of course.

"…." Before Bulma could continue, he did.

"That weakling is as strong as a newborn 3rd class saiyan." Vegeta said while dumping the empty plates in the sink and continued. "I don't understand you woman, if he keeps being unfaithful to you, then why do you keep taking him back. I guess earth women are a glutton for punishment or maybe they are just plain stupid." Vegeta looked at Mrs. Brief to emphasize his point but neither women saw the look. Vegeta then waited for her to say something, when she didn't, he continued.

"Vegeta stop." Bulma said feeling hurt that Vegeta is saying all those mean thing about her boyfriend. "So what if he's always late and break off a few date, he has a career to focus on".

"Don't make me laugh woman. You are being so damn naive, I bet he's out there right now screwing another earthling woman. On planet Vegeta, if you touch another man's mate, that's grounds for execution."

"Well maybe not every planet is as barbaric as yours Vegeta." Bulma said. Bulma was on the brink of tears but held them back; she was not about to breakdown in front of this evil alien bastard.

"Well it teaches saiyans to keep their hands off another saiyan's mate...and when it's all over and done with, you will be in your room all emotional, crying for hours and depriving me of my damn sleep". Vegeta smirked knowing that he's getting to her.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP VEGETA, you don't know what you're talking about. What do you know about emotions anyways? The only emotions you display is hate, anger and disgust." Bulma screamed on top of her lungs.

"Yes, disgust for your ridiculous customs. You earthlings are so stupid. You're living in a fantasy woman, when are you gonna wake up and realize that, the only thing that matters in this world is strength. The strength to crush all who oppose you. Ridiculous emotions like LOVE serves no purpose." Bulma stopped washing the dishes and turned around to face Vegeta.

"That is why you'll remain lonely forever with no one to love you. If you die no one will miss you, fact, everyone will be happy that your gone, one less saiyan asshole." Bulma screamed at Vegeta not caring that tears are streaming down her now red and puffy face. She was fighting the urge to start throwing dishes at his head but fear of hitting her mother brought her to her senses.

"I HATE YOU VEGETA, I HATE YOU WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING. You're just jealous that you have no one to love you." Bulma was now ready to reach over the table and choke Vegeta's but she knew it would fruitless. She stomped her feet in aggravation and raised her fist in a threatening manner

"Woman, don't flatter yourself. That is just ridiculous. Why would I be jealous of something that has no value?" Vegeta harsh words had really struck a nerve, no it struck an artery.

"SCREW YOU VEGETA, I HOPE YOU DIE ALONE. YOU WILL NEVER HAVE ANY ONE TO LOVE YOU. NO ONE EVER WILL." Bulma screamed at Vegeta and took off upstairs in her room tears streaming down her face."

"THANK YOU WOMAN, THAT WAS THE PLAN" Vegeta yelled at her sarcastically as she ran up the stairs. Vegeta left the kitchen to take a shower.

Mrs. Brief sipped her coffee and looked over at the unfinished dishes in the sink. "Yeah, they like each other."