This is my first fic. So if you want to either compliment me or insult me, go right ahead. Either way, it's a review. There will be some scenes from movies in this fic, just a few. So if you pin point them out in the story, then that must mean your a movie freak like me. I will name them at the end of the story. Okay, on with the show! um... story! Ya, story. (Cough)

"Talking" 'Thinking' TV, Letter, etc. (Author's note, background)

When Two Stubborn Souls Collide

By DarkestDestiny2006

The sunlight flew through the window and fell upon the face of the sleeping blue haired beauty. Her eyes began to twitch until she slowly opened them and gazed upon the clock that read 7:30 AM. She moans and pulls the light blue blanket over her head. Just as sleep was about to consume her again, the noise from her new alarm clock was banging on the door.

"Woman! Get your lazy fat ass out here and fix me my breakfast so I can go train to save your pathetic mud ball planet and it's weaklings from those tin cans in a few years!"

"Go away, Vegeta!"

The door suddenly bursts open and the almighty Prince of Sayains walks to the bed and pulls the blanket off, grabs her fragile body none to gently and drags her to the kitchen and drops her on the cold tile.

"Jerk."

She gets up and heads to the refrigerator and gets the ingredients she needs. Vegeta does his trademark smirk and sits at his usual place at the table. When she finally finished making his royal pain in the butt's breakfast, a meal that could feed a whole army, she places it in front of him and was about to start making her own breakfast when…

"Woman, this taste like shit! How do you expect me to eat this?"

"First of all, I have a name! It's Bulma! B-U-L-M-A! Second of all, if you don't like it, then fix your own damn breakfast!"

"I would not dare to stain my lips with your human name. I will not grant you the honor of hearing your name pass thru my mouth. You are not worthy enough. I am royalty and there fore, do not have to cook myself things to eat. That is your purpose in life, to provide edible food and fix my gravity room."

Bulma had steam coming out of her ears and was about to say something when her mother came in.

"Oh! Good morning dear. You're up earlier then you usually are. I'll go make you some breakfast. How is our house guest today?"

"Humph."

Bulma storms off to her room, cursing all the way. Vegeta shrugs and finishes eating his distasteful food and walks outside to the GR.

> > > > >

"One of these days that little prick is going to get himself killed. Like I care."

She walks into her bathroom and takes a shower and all that other womanly stuff. About 15 minutes later, she goes down stairs to eat breakfast and then heads to her personal lab. A few hours later, her mother comes and knocks on the lab door.

"Sweetie, your boyfriend is on the phone."

"Hang on a second."

Bulma gets to the door and mutters a thank you and sits back down.

"Hello."

"Hey Babe! What's up?"

"Not much. Just doing some work on some prototypes."

"Want to go out to dinner tonight?"

"Sure. Is 8:00 okay?"

"That's fine! Okay, talk to you later babe. Bye!"

"B-"

The phone went dead.

"-ye."

Bulma lets out a sigh and gets back to work.

> > > > >

Around 8:05 PM, the doorbell rings. Vegeta was watching a movie called 'BraveHeart' and choose to ignore the bells because he was to engross into the movie. The doorbell rang several more times and a very irritated Vegeta went to answer the door.

"What!"

A startled Yamcha is what he saw.

"Um…is…Bulma there?"

Vegeta growled and slammed the door in his face.

"Woman! Your weakling mate is here!"

He sat back down on the coach to watch the movie when Bulma came down. His eyes widened at what he saw. She was wearing a black mini skirt, tube top, and high heels and a black leather jacket. Her outfit left nothing to the imagination. It was like a second skin. She had her puffy hair straightened and it was shoulder length long. He felt his manhood start to harden and placed his hands in his lap so it would not show.

"Hey Vegeta, your dinner is in the microwave, just press start when you get hungry."

"I'm always hungry, woman."

"Whatever, I won't be back for a while."

"I can survive without you."

"Riiight. Well, see you later."

She closed the door and left with Yamcha.

'Damn woman.'

He paused the movie and went to take a cold shower.

> > > > >

They arrived at the Italian restaurant and the waiter took their orders. Yamcha talked about his baseball career while Bulma stared at her meal and didn't pay to much attention to Yamcha.

"Babe, what's the matter? You've barely touched your food."

"Huh? Oh, nothing. Just thinking, that's all."

"Your thinking of him, aren't you?"

"Who?"

"What do you mean who? That cold blooded killer that lives with you, that's who!"

"What! No!"

"Don't lie to me!"

"I can't believe you would even think such a thing! Don't you trust me?"

"Well…"

"Yamcha, take me home!"

"Why? So you can go screw him?"

"Just do it!"

Bulma paid the bill and waited for Yamcha at the door of his car. A few minutes later, she sees him come out with a blonde and sees him hand the blonde a napkin with his phone number on it. Bulma's face was as red as a tomato and she marches away from the car into the direction of her home. About an hour later, she arrives at her home. She opens the door and sees Vegeta watching the end of the movie.

"Back so soon? Did your weakling mate find somebody richer to sleep with?"

She flips him off and storms to her room with the door slamming behind her. Vegeta could hear a few objects being thrown at the wall of her bedroom, a scream of frustration and then a thud to the floor, followed by sobs. He gazed upon the stairs for a few minutes. He shrugs and turns back to the movie. A half-hour later, she drags herself off the floor and crawls to her bed.

'Why do I stay with that horny bastard? I know that he cheats on me and yet I always forgive him… Am I really that desperate? All he's going to do is use me until he gets every penny out of me, or when he finally gets laid with me. Ph, like that will ever happen.'

She sighs and looks at the broken picture frame on the floor that's surrounded by pieces of glass and ripped up pictures of Yamcha. Tears start to slide down her cheek. She pulls the covers over her head to avoid eye contact with the mess and cries herself to sleep.

Okay, first chapter done. I will update every other day. There will be 4 pages or so in every chapter.

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Until next time, fare well! (Fades into the darkness)