Author's Note: Hey guys! So, this is the first fanfiction I've ever written after reading almost a thousand of them. I've been reading VB fanfics for about six years now and I've decided it's time I test my own skills as a writer and publish yet another Vegeta and Bulma fic in this ridiculously large fandom. Chances are this story won't be seen but hey, it is what it is. I'll try to make the chapters as long as I can manage. All forms of criticism are accepted, just take it easy with the flaming LOL. Keep in mind that at times spelling will be different cause I'm using UK English, not American English.

This story starts immediately after Vegeta yelled at Bulma for interrupting his meditation in the gravity room after the explosion.

This story is rated M for...you can guess why so be warned. Just in case something happens to this story here on FF, I'll be uploading it onto AO3...as soon as I create a profile there under the same pen name. Anyway, without further ado, here's chapter 1. If you are, thank you for taking the time to read this story. Please review!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DRAGONBALL, DRAGONBALL Z, DRAGONBALL GT OR DRAGONBALL SUPER OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. THEY ARE THE PROPERTY OF AKIRA TORIYAMA AND HIS ASSOCIATES. I WISH I COULD SAY I OWN AT LEAST THE PRINCE OF ALL SAIYANS BUT ALAS, IT WAS NOT MEANT TO BE *Sad face*.

Chapter 1

"Foolish woman." Vegeta grunted under his breath as the monitor turned black, taking the image of Bulma with it. She couldn't seem to mind her own business, no matter how many times he tried to clue her in.

He closed his eyes for a second as a flash of Bulma's slightly wounded visage passed through his thoughts. Bulma tried to hide it before turning the monitor off but he saw it clear as day. His harsh reaction to her smug comment had stung.

'Why does it even matter?!,' he thought to himself, 'It's not like I ASKED her to stay while I was unconscious! The mighty Saiyan Prince being coddled like an infant. Ridiculous!' Even with the mental scolding, there was something in the back of his mind that he couldn't shake. He had a feeling he knew what it was but refused to analyze it any further. He had more important things to worry about.

Deciding that he'd wasted enough time thinking about the woman, he got back up and resumed his meditative katas. There were only three years left before the androids appeared and he needed to ascend before then. He smirked evilly, already envisioning those junkyard runaways trembling before him in all his glory.

'Soon, I will reach the Legendary status of Super Saiyan and I will crush those tin cans with my bare hands. And then Kakarot, then your pitiful friends will watch as you bow before your Prince.'

Back in Capsule Corp.

Bulma couldn't help but stare at the screen long after the transmission had been cut. She always knew that Vegeta was a brute but she truly hadn't expected him to yell at her like that. She'd been expecting, at the very least, a snide comment about her "meddling" but nothing like that. Loathe as she was to admit it, that stung just a little bit.

Bulma Briefs was not a meek woman. You don't become the heir to Capsule Corporations by letting people walk all over you. She could take as good as she could give. But somehow, being scolded by the monkey prince was enough to shake her up some.

"Kami, that man is so rude! Honestly, all I was trying to do was help him try NOT to kill himself again and what does he go and do? He yells at me like I'm some kind of nuisance! The nerve of him! Ugh!", she screeched.

She turned and left the lab in a huff, still slightly miffed about that little encounter. What she wouldn't give to have the same strength as Goku for two minutes just so she could properly kick Vegeta's royal ass! So preoccupied by her angry thoughts, she failed to notice Yamcha in her path, who got a first hand view of her thunderous expression. He didn't even have to guess who was responsible for that face.

As soon as she was close enough, he risked putting his hands on her shoulders, "Hey babe. Where's the fire?"

"Oh hey Yamcha," she muttered. She'd even forgotten he was still on the property. That made her feel slightly guilty. 'I have an amazing boyfriend right in front of me and I'm busy wasting my time thinking about the Prince of Jackasses. That ends right now.'

Yamcha frowned a little at her response. He was expecting her to snap at him like she usually does when she's mad. What he got in reality was a little disconcerting. "Lemme guess, the Guest of Honour was less than amused by your attempt to help. I still don't get why you're letting him stay here Bulma. That dude's a few cards short of a full deck."

The heiress rolled her eyes and sighed in frustration. "Believe me, sometimes I ask myself the same thing. But since it's in our best interest to keep him on our side for the sake of the world, we have to put up with his royal pain-in-the-ass and help him out for the foreseeable future. Whether we like it or not, fact is we need him. Next to Goku, he's the best chance we've got at defeating the androids. "

Bulma perked up quickly and with the sweet smile reserved for her long-time boyfriend she said, "But enough about him, how about we go and watch a movie or something? I could really use the distraction."

"Sure thing babe," Yamcha replied with a grin of his own. It had been a while since they hung out together as a couple and he missed it. Maybe he could play a movie they'd already watched just so he could have an excuse to hold her, maybe do a little bit more than that.

The young couple smiled as they headed towards the home cinema, holding hands the whole way. Despite the excitement of the ship exploding and Vegeta almost dying, the day just got a little better for the inhabitants of Capsule Corp. Little did they know that in the next three years, changes would be happening within those walls. Changes that nobody could've predicted.