A/N: Hey there! :) S again here, it has been a while...

A month ago or so, I listened to Katy Perry's "Unconditionally" for the first time, lyrics video version, and, I couldn't help but fall in love with it. While doing so, something snapped and I got this idea about a B/V fiction and those infamous 3 years- which I know has been overly done- but I wanted to write my own version of events. Plus, I think B/V get-together stories are the ultimate test to an author's ability seeing as both characters have so many different layers and shades and all. So I started writing...

I actually wanted to wait till January 1st to post this, don't ask why, but since the chapter was ready I thought "why not!" and here we go.

I have two people to thank actually. The first one is my one and only KaliforniaKoastal, who deals with me on a daily basis- seriously girl you're the best!

And then there's Nova.81, my amazing beta! Asking you to beta my chapters was the best thing I could have done, and I'm sure all those who have read your stories know what I'm talking about! :)

Chapter 2 will be up pretty soon. Let me know what you think :)

Love, S!

Chapter 1: Too close

"Leave me alone!"

She dropped her pencil on the table and pushed away her blueprints for her GR updates. Picking up her mug of black coffee she leaned against the chair and sipped it, sighing at the taste of her favorite "sleep repeller". Her lab was a total mess, not that it was ever neat, but this time she could proudly say she had outdone herself.

Papers were scattered all around the floor, seemingly of no importance. A bowl of her last fruit salad was on the shelf; she realized that it had been there for at least a week, probably more; who cared. Her mother would have a fit if she saw it there, dirty and everything, but the blue haired heiress didn't really care if Bunny got upset or not. She couldn't live without a little bit of a mess. An organized place made her claustrophobic, as weird as that was, it reminded her of an hospital and Bulma had always hated hospitals. They were blindingly white and bright, like mental institutions and they drove her crazy.

This was a major reason she had an infirmary in the compound, which had warm colors and not an ounce of coldness in it.

It was also her house guest's second home…

Bulma winced again at the memory of earlier that day, when she had foolishly tried to make him rest and he had yelled at her. As if that wasn't enough, he had blasted the communication screen too.

Vegeta had stayed in some sort of limbo state for 4 days straight, and had been bad enough to the point that he had been in need of an oxygen mask to breathe. He had looked so vulnerable that Bulma had babied his unconscious form the whole time. She winced every time he experienced pain.

She didn't want to feel pity for him, he didn't deserve it. He worked so hard, was so determined to be the best that it amazed her. She would not degrade him by feeling pity for him. During the time he had been out of it she had not left his side. She wasn't going to lie to herself; she was hurt when he screeched at her like that. She wasn't expecting him to thank her for taking care of him but she had hoped he had softened a little and was more appreciative or at least behaved better towards her parents. She enjoyed their verbal spars but not when he spoke to her with his eyes full of anger, impatience and resentment.

She realized that he felt ashamed that he had trained past his limits, that he had lowered himself to the point of needing help from some "weak, pathetic humans".

She scoffed. If he didn't want her help, she wasn't going to help him then. Gathering her blueprints, she upped and marched towards her father's lab.

Dr. Briefs heard his daughter's heavy footsteps from the moment she got up from her chair. Her lab was right above his and he knew she was angry as hell.

The old scientist dropped his screwdriver, wiped the sweat off his forehead and reached for his cigarette. He exhaled, the smoke coming out of his lips and nose making Scratch, the black cat on his shoulder, meow and hop down, disliking his smoking addiction.

"3… 2… 1…" he counted as his lab door was violently opened.

"Dad, I quit. You can take care of Vegeta's toys from now on, right? Good. Thanks you're the best!" she said and with that she left, not giving him the chance to answer.

The good natured doctor chuckled and picked up his screwdriver getting back to work.

Bulma stormed into her bedroom pacing back and forth. Sitting on her bed she got her phone out of her pocket and decided to text Yamcha.

"Hey. You free tonight? I really wanna go out."

She waited for a few minutes before falling back on her bed, her fingers in her hair. Then and there she decided to get rid of that afro. Feeling her phone vibrate, she picked it up and opened the message.

"Sure babe. Does 7:30 sound good?"

She tapped the writing field and replied.

"Perfect, see you then. Xoxo"

Bulma sent the text and got up, checking herself in the mirror. Deciding to get rid of that red and orange dress too, she went to her walk in closet and picked a black high-waist pencil skirt with a very noticeable zipper on the back and a long white dress-shirt. She tucked it in her skirt, fixed her make up- she was really good at applying her eyeliner – and put on a personalized gold necklace she had just recently purchased at Tiffany & Co. , with "Bulma" written in an elegant script. Stepping in her black Louboutin pumps, she sprayed her favorite perfume "Love" by Chloe and gave herself a once over at the mirror. After applying her baby pink lip gloss, she went downstairs to find her mother in the kitchen.

"I'm going to the hairdresser" she told her mother as she gave Bunny a kiss on the cheek and grabbed her purse, Ray Ban aviator shades and car keys.

"Okay Bulma dear, what about lunch?" asked Bunny Briefs, in her ever-cheery voice.

"I'll eat leftovers, I'll let you know if I'll make it in time or not." and with that said, she left.

Vegeta felt Bulma leave as he was in the middle of his finger push ups. What was her problem with understanding he wanted to be left alone? He wanted to train harder than usual so he could regain the 4 days he had lost. He had healed fine thanks to his Saiyan genes, or so he was trying to convince himself. He didn't want to admit the woman was right so he ignored the pain on his broken ribs and kept doing his push ups.

"4778, 4779, 4780"

He had been able to feel her presence by his side the whole time that he had been bedridden. He had been genuinely surprised to wake up and find her there with her head resting on her folded arms, sleeping on the table. How could she worry so much about his wellbeing when he had wanted to snap her neck countless times was beyond him.

Vegeta had tried to kill her friends; hell he had even threatened her on Namek. Yet here she was, babying and taking care of him.

"4810, 4811, 4812"

He wasn't going to deny that she was an attractive woman. That infuriating wench had the most exotic coloring he had ever seen and that spoke volumes considering he had seen and had his fair share of exotic females. She wasn't short; she wasn't tall either, just a few inches shorter than him at the most. Her body was curved at the right places, like an hourglass- ample breasts tiny waist, killer hips and long, straight legs. Her complexion was light, so milky white that he sometimes wondered if she, Kakarot's harpy and brat were related seeing as those two, mother and son, were the epitome of paleness.

"4874, 4875, 4876, 4877"

And that blue hair made everything even milkier. The only thing that wasn't blue on her head and face were her eyelashes, which, thanks to his enhanced Saiyan vision, was pretty noticeable. Not that he had ever approached her that much mind you.

He would like to have his way with her once, get rid of his sexual frustrations and resume his training after that. It had been too long since his last time after all- around the last time he, Nappa and Raditz had purged a planet together. The alien female had been very attractive yes but she had died with the rest of her people. Still, he wasn't going to give into his primal urges. Especially not with one who screwed the weakling.

"4940, 4941, 4942"

Why did she stay with him by the way? How could she stand the idea of him seeing other women and still accept him between her legs? That, and the woman's mother were the two things that baffled him the most in that house.

"4987, 4988, 4989"

He shook his head realizing he had spent a lot of time thinking about the wench.

"5000"

He rolled onto his back on the floor exhausted, wishing the GR was voice commanded.

"Gravity shut down." He tried and to his utmost surprise, the gravity went back to normal.

"Gravity disengaged. Earth's normal gravity." the prince heard the computer voice say and he smirked a little in appreciation to Bulma's work. He got up and decided to shower, eat then go meditate in the wilderness. Nothing good would come out of forcing his body to move. He knew full well mental strength was as important as physical strength.

Vegeta chose to fly to his room and thanks to his open balcony door he walked inside, undressing himself. Stark naked, he went to his bathroom and checked himself in the mirror. His bandages needed to be changed so he discarded them, revealing his bruised side. Nothing he hadn't gone through before though. He might introduce the idea of a regeneration tank to the old man but he was sure the woman was more capable than her sire to build one.

Stepping in the shower he let the water cascade down his shoulders and onto his back, wincing where he still had open wounds.

He should have listened to the woman, damn her to hell!

Bulma returned home several hours and shopping bags later, with her hair a little bit past shoulder-length and in wavy curls. She was blessed; her hair was straight but able to keep curls which framed her heart shaped face beautifully.

She could have put her bags in capsules but where would be the fun in that? They were proof that she had shopped a little but was successful in finding what she wanted.

"Oh Bulma honey you're back." said Mrs Briefs turning around. "Well your hair looks amazing sweetheart!"

"Thanks mom" the heiress smiled as she dropped her bags on the floor and kissed her mother.

"Sit darling, I'll heat your lunch. We had spaghetti al pesto, your favorite. Vegeta hasn't eaten yet; that young man, he works so hard!"

Bulma rolled her eyes at the mention of the prince as her mother put her plate in front of her and she immediately dug in.

She pretended she didn't notice Vegeta enter the room freshly showered, wearing a pair of low-waist black sweatpants and a short sleeved black shirt that clung to him like a second skin making his muscles look even more amazing.

He noticed her and took in her new appearance. She had changed her hair and she looked good.

"Hello Vegeta. You're hungry right? I bet you are what with the way you train and all. I wished I was a young woman again."

"Gross mom." Bulma said, completely ignoring Vegeta. "Thanks mama it was amazing as always." She stated putting her plate in the sink. "Hey look I have a date with Yamcha this evening so I'm going to get ready. It's still 5:30 but you know I love to take my time."

Mrs. Briefs sighed while watching Bulma go. "I wonder when he's going to pop the question. I want grandbabies. Although your babies would be way better than Yamcha's!" she said to Vegeta with a wink.

The prince paused for a moment trying to catch the meaning behind her words and went back to his food when he didn't.

He returned home somewhere around one past midnight. The lights were all out on both the woman's parents' wing and the one he and the wench shared. He searched for the front door's key and found it under a vase of flowers; he knew they left it there in case of emergencies and unlocked it, walking in and closing it after him. Tossing the key on the counter, he went upstairs. Passing the woman's door, he could hear loud moans and grunts coming from the other side of it, the current activity crystal clear to him.

He went to his room and stripped off his clothes, stopping at his boxers, getting under his covers and cursing under his breath every time a rib gave him pain. He closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep all the while trying to block every goddamned noise coming from the room next door.

The next morning found Yamcha sitting at the table having breakfast as Vegeta stormed into the kitchen. The human raised his eyes when he sensed him.

"Good morning Vegeta." He said gravely.

The prince completely ignored him and the human warrior set his utensils down rather harshly which made the Saiyan raise an eyebrow at his gesture, still not looking at him. The weakling's sex stench was really annoying him.

"Look buddy, I would appreciate it if you treated Bulma more nicely. She deserves nothing but the best."

He finally turned around and faced him.

"The day I'll let you tell me what to do will be the day that Kakarot becomes a scientific genius. And I suggest you go get a shower; your stench is so horrible I'm positive you haven't had one in ages. If you even know what a shower is." He replied and grabbing his coffee mug, which had become a habit by now, he left, deciding he wasn't hungry that morning.