Update: I spaced it out so it is a little easier to read. Many people said it's hard to read, so I hope this helps make your reading experience more smooth. Let me know what you think.

Midnight

It was happening again. The dreams she couldn't get rid of. Ever since HE started living with her, she couldn't stop dreaming about him. His tender kiss on her pale white collarbone, his strong arms wrapped gently but reassuringly around her waist, it was sensational. She had joked about the dreams with her boyfriend, although he didn't find them very funny. It just made him suspect her of infidelity. She was living with another man, but he needed somewhere to go. He had lost his people and his "pride" was clearly hurt. She had tons of money so him staying with her was never a problem, however these dreams were! They were so distracting, every time she looked at him she would blush and turn away, God she hated herself when she did that. He must have thought she was crazy. It was clearly time to stop thinking about him, and those dreams, maybe a midnight snack would help.

Bulma slowly rose out of bed, wearily rubbing her eyes and stretching her arms.

Milk.

That had to be the solution, a glass of warm milk would surely put her to sleep and keep her mind off of him. Bulma walked lightly down the main stairwell of her overly large house, sometimes she wondered if it was necessary to have such a large house. .

Chichi's house, on the other hand, was tiny and she had a kid and a husband to take care of, although her husband was constantly training. Chichi was left to take care of making food, washing clothes and being the bread winner for the family. Where Bulma was born into wealth Chichi decided to live in the middle of nowhere taking care of two very needy saiyans, Goku was so oblivious to the stress that he caused Chichi sometimes.

"Oh, Goku" lightly slipped past her lips as she stepped into the kitchen. It was then that she heard a smug soft laugh escape someone's lips, someone was already in the kitchen.

"Thinking of the clown are you woman, you must have a thing for lower class scum".

'Shit' she thought to herself she had gone to the kitchen to forget about him not to talk to him, not after that intense dream. Bulma sighed and turned on the kitchen lights. She was slightly annoyed,

"Well he did beat Frieza, Prince of all pains in the ass."

Honestly, why did he have to talk to her, and about Goku, someone who was like a brother to her, he was rude and she could be just as rude. Vegeta grabbed a couple of waters out of the fridge and pushed past her as he exited the kitchen.

"Hmm, nothing to say" Bulma said victoriously.

Vegeta stopped in his tracks "Actually yes I do have one last thing to say" a smirk started to creep on his face. "Would you mind NOT screaming my name in the middle of the night it's distracting."

Bulma's face turned as red as a tomato 'NO WAY NO WAY' she thought to herself.

Vegeta saw her body stiffen and continued to stroll down the hallway. Maybe now was a good time to finish some much needed training, he was in a good mood and those andriods weren't going to destroy themselves, and he would not let that lower level saiyan surpass him again.

-TBA

This was originally a one shot, but I'm making it a thing. This is my first fic. However, let me know what you guys think. This takes play in the three years before the andriods come (obviously) but I really did enjoy writing it. Suggestions, comments, concerns let me know!