A/N: This fanfiction is set during the 3-year break in DBZ as our protagonists are training for the coming androids. It's really important to me to stay in each characters' perimeters. This is my first Fan Fiction! Thoughts are in italics and there is a -o-o-o-o- to denote when the POV changes.

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Disclaimers: nope. not mine :)

Prologue:

"Vegeta, why do we always have to begin like this?" Bulma said rubbing her temple as she stared at the man, twisted metal in his hands and sweat dripping down his naked back as he stood in training shorts inside the front door if the Capsule Corps Lab. "Can't you walk in here calmly and politely ask for help? AND," her anger growing now, "My name is not, Woman, it is Bulma! You know that Vegeta, so use it." Bulma walked over to the alien in her lab, finger pointed and poking at his bare and glistening chest. "And, I don't take orders from you." She could feel his chest vibrate under her finger as he growled at her.

This had been the routine for the two over the past year as Vegeta stayed with Bulma's family until the androids arrive in less than 2 years. He is going to be one of the heroes that save Earth from the androids? This arrogant prince only cares about beating Goku, not saving the Earth, Bulma thought, looking the Saiyan in the eye defiantly. As the staring contest continued she comically imaged lightning flashing between their pupils, which broke her angry concentration.

She sighed, "Just put it on the table, I'll get to it later" she conceded waving a hand as she walked back behind her desk and sat back down.

"No. Now," he said after placed the smoking machine on her desk and on top of several piles of papers. As oil leaked onto her work papers, he leaned back with arms crossed over his chest in smirking satisfaction.

Bulma jumped up from her seat in renewed anger at the mess. "Vegeta you asshole! What's your problem?" she spouted as she tried to save some of the papers.

His palms slammed down hard on the desk, "You. My problem is You. So fix the machine, now," his face was so close to her's that their breath mixed as he said the statement before strutting away.

Bulma crinkled the papers in her hands as she clenched her teeth and huffed out a deep guttural scream of frustration. That brat! All he does is train and eat, and break my equipment! I won't see him for days at a time and then he'll come barging in here making demands. Bulma looked at the broken droid on her desk, giving up on saving any of the papers underneath it anymore. Damage done. There were burn marks all over it, apparently from before it had exploded.

He also had burns, she thought. He had obviously been working hard in the Gravity Room, or GR. She had peeped in the porthole windows we he first arrived to see him punching, kicking and jumping against at 300 times the earth's gravity inside. Determination written across his face as much as the sweat and strain his body was undergoing. She admired that about him, he worked harder than anyone she knew. Certainly more than Yamcha who welcomed his role in the background in the coming fight with the androids. Ugh Yamcha, Bulma thought of her ex-boyfriend. At least Vegeta is goal-oriented and brave enough to throw all of himself into trying to achieve something. But he certainly isn't a hero.

Bulma laughed at the idea of Vegeta riding up on a white horse, rescuing her from some terrible tower. Princess Bulma would leap down into her handsome prince's muscular arms and they would ride off laughing into the sunset. A childish happily ever after complete with singing birds. Bulma waved her hands in the air like she was destroying the dream bubble above her head. No way, that is just… too laughably weird! She thought as she checked the time, after 11. She turned to switch off the lights in the lab, but then suddenly bent over laughing. Oh yeah! He IS a real Prince! Bulma laughed all over again as she went into the house.

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