Chapter one – Good Riddens

The warm water from my shower cascades down my body. I feel at peace for once. Scrubbing my hair free from conditioner, my peace is shattered when I hear a loud explosion. Probably that damn Saiyan again. He's so arrogant and rude, it's a wonder I can stand to be around him at all. We're far too alike. Nonetheless, I know I should probably get out of the shower to help him, though my mother and father are sure to be at his aid already. I turn the water off, grabbing two towels. I wrap one around my body and quickly dry my blue hair with the other, and I then run a brush through it. I slip into tight green short-shorts and a low cut white t-shirt. Trying to be as quick as possible, I throw on plain white sandals and flit out of my room to the place the explosion came from.

I find myself staring at the gravitron – or, well, what used to be the gravitron. It's completely destroyed. What could he have done to make this big of a mess? My eyes wander the rubble until I see my father and mother searching the area, presumably for Vegeta. My heart sinks. They haven't found him yet? What could be taking them so long? Suddenly, I see a piece of the debris move. A hand sticks out of it. There he is!

"Vegeta!" I yell, running to him and tearing away bits of rock and metal, as well as other various materials. I uncover him and cradle his body with my arms.

"My god, what were you thinking! You almost killed yourself, you idiot!"

"Get away from me, woman," He manages to gasp out. "I'm fine."

And then, he passes out. My father and mother rush over to get him into the house and fix him up. They carry him in, and I follow. I decide now would be a good time to make tea, mostly because for some reason, it made me upset to see him so hurt. He was so battered. Poor guy.

I'm almost done making tea when somebody knocks on the front door. I rush over to get it, nearly tripping over my own feet.

"Hey Yamcha!" I say with a halfhearted smile as I open the door. He picks me up off my feet to hug me and when he sets me down he kisses me lightly.

"You look like you've had a hard day, already. What's wrong, Bulma?" He says, holding my hand.

"It's nothing that I should be too concerned about, really." I sigh. "It's just Vegeta. He blew up the gravitron today and got pretty beat up. He'll never admit it, but he is hurt."

Yamcha rolls his eyes. "He's just trying to show off by training that hard."

"Yeah, I guess so." I pull him inside, close the door, and lead him to the kitchen. "Want some tea?" I ask.

"Sure, I guess."

The teapot whistles and I pour the hot water into two cups. I put a teabag into each cup.

"Careful, it's hot." I give Yamcha the cup of hot liquid. I sit down at the table and motion for him to sit down as well.

"So, why did you come over?"

"Well, I actually came to use the gravitron, but seeing that Vegeta broke it and all…"

"Why don't you ever come over to hang out with me? Like, seriously?" I set down my tea and cross my arms over my chest.

"Bulma, training is far more important than hanging out with you. And I like to have a little free time, too." He says defiantly, but his face changed as he watched me grow angry.

"How dare you! You're not even training very hard! Vegeta trained so hard, he blew up half of my yard! What do you even do in your spare time, anyway?"

"Bulma chill out, I didn't mean –"

"Answer my question!" I yell, sure that everyone just heard that, and if Vegeta was sleeping, I woke him up.

"You know what I do in my spare time?" Yamcha growls, angry with me. "I hang out with girls who actually have a personality." He throws the cup at the ground and begins to walk away.

"Don't come back, you idiot!" I throw my full cup of tea at his back. The scalding hot liquid drenched the back of his shirt and the cup shattered. He doesn't look back. He just exits the room and goes out my front door, slamming the door so hard the house seems to shake.

I clean up the broken glass and try not to throw more things. I figure that after this, I should go see Vegeta. After all, for some reason, my heart aches to think he's seriously injured. Even though I know he's not, I should go check. Just in case.

~* Like it? Don't like it? Tell me so I can do better! This is my first time writing a fanfic so criticism is very welcome! By the way, sorry if it's too short, I just didn't know how long to make it! Chapter two will be longer! *~