A/N: This is my first fanfic so tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ. (I wish I did though^-^)

Chapter 1. Meaningless fights.

Bulma's P.O.V.

You're pissed, I know. But I couldn't help but feel excited. Your venomous eyes are screaming 'DIE BITCH DIE!' but I don't feel afraid. I actually like getting into arguments with you, its fun. And I usually don't have anything else better to do since I'm on vacation for the rest of the summer. You just scrunched up your nose. ' Oh now your livid!' I thought with a smile playing on to my lips. Maybe you just asked me a question? I don't I know, and I didn't really care.

"WOMAN! Are you even listening?!" He roared at my face shaking me out of my thoughts.

"Huh?"

"Unbelievable" he yell throwing his hands up. He walked out of the kitchen then walked back in pitching the bridge of his nose I guess in attempt to calm himself down, but obviously it was not working.

"Vegeta, did you need something?" I chuckled, not fully understanding why he did what he just did. He settled for just a mere glare. 'That's a first.'

Or so I thought.

"Yes bitch, why else would I come to you!" he spat. The harshness of his voice was enough to change my whole attitude. It made my stomach twist in a way I didn't like. "I'm actually surprised the humans are dumb enough to put someone as stupid as you in charge. It's devastating, really. No wonder you weaklings were doomed from the start!"

I just stated at him dumbfounded. How dare this son of a bitch! After he comes to my house eating my food using my equipment, he wants to talk to me about intelligence?! He has got to be out of his fucking mind!

"Ex-cuse, but who the hell to do this you are insulting me of all people?!" I growled.

"The Prince of all Saiyans, who else?" he said as it was the most blunt thing in the world. But only fueled to my anger.

"You stupid narcissistic egotistical arrogant son of bitch!"

"What else is new?" he stated sarcastically without a care in the world. I'm at least as red as a tomato by now. That's it, I've had it. I stalked over to him taking giant steps.

"Listen here and you listen good punk!" I growl, jabbing my finger into his chest." I offered for you to stay here out of the kindness of my heart, and I'm not gonna you stand here and let disrespect me in my house! I've been nothing but nice to you since you got here and all you've been doing is acting like you have something's up your ass! I'm done putting up with your shit! Its about time you get your head out of you ass and get a dose of reality! You're a dead prince; long forgotten! Your planet doesn't even existed anymore!" I scream at his face. I can see him fuming but I didn't care. All fun and games were over and done with; this was war. "And you're the one to be calling us weaklings!" I laugh dryly."Last time I checked, you were the one who got his ass handed to him the first time he came here, so don't act like you're all stronger and mighty cause you're not!" A smirk tug on my lips. "No wonder you couldn't beat Friez-" Before I couldn't
finish that sentence he had me by the throat against the wall. His eyes burn into mine with pure hate.

"Are you sure you want to finish that?! Huh? I dare you! I fucking dare you!"

Silence.

"You better take that back!"He said in a dangerously low tone that sent shivers down my spine. But nevertheless, I was stubborn as hell.

"N-n-n-not a ch-ch-chance!" I manage to get out. His eyes flared with pure rage and he squeezed harder. It was then that I realize my situation. This was Vegeta, dangerous Vegeta. The same Vegeta that threatened the earth. The same Vegeta that killed my loved ones without a second thought. The same Vegeta that threaten to kill Krillin and I when we were on Namek. This is the same Vegeta choking me to death at this very second. He can and would kill me; after all, I meant nothing to him.

My hands reach for my throat, desperately trying to pry his hands off my neck. 'Air, air, I need air!' I started to panic at the lack of oxygen as my lungs started to burn. My eyes started to sting and I knew what was coming next. I guess my pride could take a few blows, but I didn't care nonetheless, I just wanted it to stop. I can feel the tears running down my cheeks as I finally give in.

"I-I-I t-take i-it b-b-back!" I choke out, and almost immediately he let go of my throat and I fall to the cold tiled floor into a heap. I'm coughing and gasping of air, desperate to fill my lungs but the tears kept coming uncontrollably and plentiful. I sit there for a good five minutes almost getting myself under control. Keyword, almost.

I can see him from the corner of my eye standing there watching me. 'What's he still doing here? wasn't trying to kill me enough for him?!'
As much I wanted to yell at him for my near death, my throat hurts really bad, nor did I even have the energy to argue anymore. Plus, after my display of still sprinkling water works, I couldn't bear to look him in the eye. My pride could only take so many.

I reach for my throat and gently rub it, being careful not to make it worse than it already was. I slowly pick myself off the floor and I keep my head down avoiding his gaze.

'I need to get out of here; well, out of the room at least.' I turn away from him and gingerly made my way towards the stairs. I look up for the very first time in the last ten minutes, and I guess I probably forgot about his Saiyan abilities because I was baffled when I lock gazes with the douchebag of a prince. He had a blank expression on his face, and I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. 'Was he please with himself? Or is he not satisfied yet?.' My eyes were still watery and puffy though my tear flows had stop.

I completely dismiss his presences and pretend like he wasn't even blocking my way. As I try to push past him, he grabbed on to my forearm and pull me directly in front of his face. He stared at me intently and I got captured by his mesmerizing eyes that held so many conflicting emotions. He looked at war with himself for some reason and I did not know why. I panicked when he raise his hand to my face, but then his thumb wiped away a stray tear that I didn't even know was there. 'Why did he just do that?' I stare at him for a moment before I realize what this would look like from another's point of view:

A prince wiping away his princess' tears after someone made her upset. Ha! Little did they know, he was the one who caused my pain.

My eyes widen when I felt him gently rubbing his thumb on my cheek as if he was trying to comfort me. 'Why was he trying to comfort me? He was the come caused it in the first place!' This reminder was enough for me to dismiss myself from his presence.

"Don't touch me!" my voice cracked as I push him aside and surprisingly he moved. I can feel him watching me as I made my way up the stairs and around the corner.

"Stupid Saiyan." I muttered angrily.

I've been avoding Vegeta for the past two weeks. In when he's out, out when he's in. Call me immature but its the only way I can deal with this. I even went to lengths of asking my mother to bring all my meals to my bedroom so I wouldn't have to see him at the breakfast/dinner table. Pathetic I know. But ever since I started avoiding Vegeta, I been bored out of my mind! There's nothing to do around here! Everyone's busy training for the androids. Maybe I should try calling Yamcha again.

It rings four times and he didn't answer. I sigh and hang up. If I know Yamcha, after the fourth ring without him answering, he's never going to pick up. I thought about calling him again but then I decided against it because 1. He should be the one calling saying how he misses me and we should go out for dinner, and 2. I'm always the one to call and I just realized how desperate and clingy I look. I roll over onto my belly and scream into my pillow. I needed something to do, now. I turn my head to look at my alarm clock on my nightstand; 7:30! I scurry off my bed and pull my curtains. It was already dark outside! Are you kidding me?! Why didn't anyone call me for dinner?! I rush out the door in to the hall.

Strange... It's quite. There's no smell of my mom's cooking, even stranger. As I walk down the hall the only thing I could hear was my foot steps. I walked down the stairs and the creaking of the steps were starting to creep me out. I made my way in to the kitchen and it was surprisingly empty. But its Monday, Where is everyone? And from the sound of things, it seemed like no one was working today, the compound was completely empty.

I'm alone, in a big house. A house you can actually get lost in. I started panicking! Then every little noise the house made stared to bother me. I've never been left alone in the house before, ever. The twisting of the door knob of the back door catches my attention, and my heart is now beating out of my chest. 'What if it's a burglar?! or worst, a kidnapper!' That thought alone scared me shitless! I grab for the frying pan on the stove and wait by the opening of the door. What? Its better if you get them before they even get to step foot in your home. As soon as the door open I close my eyes and swing as hard as I can.

"OW! WHAT THE FUCK?!" a very agitated and annoyed voice said.

Shit, so I guess it wasn't a burglar.

"Open your damn eyes woman!"

I open my eyes to see a very pissed off Vegeta. 'What a surprise.'

"What the hell was that for?!" he growled, but he sounded more annoyed.

"I'm sorry I thought you were a burglar or a kidnapper or something!" I quickly defended.

He snorted, "Yeah right, like anyone would want to kidnap you." I scowl at him.

"I said I was sorry," I frowned.

"Yeah, whatever," I he walked past me into the kitchen. The was a moment of silence before he spoke up again. "So you finally decided to come out hiding." I could hear the amusement in his voice, but I was less than amused.

"What?" I whipped around to face him.

"I know you heard what I said."

"I was not hiding." I said a matter of factly. 'Lair!'

"So you did hear what I said?" he asked rasing an eyebrow, but it sounded more like a statement than a question.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, 'Whatever," The amusement playing his eyes just made me want to throw knives at his head.

"Did you want something Vegeta?" As soon as the words came out of my mouth, his eyes darkened and his face fell in to a deep frown. Is it me, or is this guy bipolar?!

"Food." I looked at him confused. 'Why is he telling me this?'

"My meal, where is it? Why didn't someone come get me?"

It was then it hit me. Dinner, he meant dinner!

"I don't know, no ones' even here." I said looking around. then my eyes almost came out of its sockets when my eyes landed on the date on the calendar on the refrigerator. June 23. My parents' wedding anniversary! How can I forget? Mom reminder me last week that no one was going to be here but I forgot! There's a note next to it.

Bulma,

We're leaving early today and we'll be back in about a week. Dinner is in the fridge so please don't forget to feed Mr. Vegeta. Kami knows that man needs his strength! He is so hard working-and handsome too. So please don't forget. And take care of him too Bulma. I love you.

Mom

Ex-oh-ex-oh-ex

I crumbled up the note and tossed it at the trash can but missed. 'I'll just pick it up later' I got the dinner from the refrigerator and heated it up in the microwave. After dinnerwell, after my dinner, Vegeta was still stuffing food down his throat, I went upstairs and took a shower. I came in to my room with my towel wrapped around my body. As soon as I close the door I dropped my towel and slipped in to my panties and bra. This was how I sleep in the summer, it was too hot to be wearing any clothes at all. As I made my way over to my bed the wind blew my curtains.

"Funny, I don't remember leaving the window open." I said to myself. "The curtains yes, but not the window.."

I shrugged it off thinking I probably forgot to close it earlier. I closed it and crawl into bed then under my covers. I grab my cell phone from off the nightstand and decided to give Yamcha another ring. He didn't pick up so I decided to leave me a message:

"Hey its me, call me back" I sighed then turned off my lamp and tried to get some sleep but I couldn't. I feel so uneasy. It feels like someones' watching me. I open my eyes and sat in bed. I looked around, I didn't see anything. But then I saw it, a movement in the far right corner of the room and as I stare at it, it only seem like it was coming closer.

All the danger signs were going off in my head and I made a run for the door clutching my phone, but I was unsuccessful. They grabbed me by the arm and I fell backwards in to a hard chest and their hand covered my mouth. It's a guy! It's a guy! Dear Kami it's a guy! I pressed the call and speaker button on my phone and since Yamcha was the last person I called, it should automatically call him. I guess he saw the light from my phone because he slapped it out of my hand.

"Wrong move." he said in a death tone in my ears, that has me scared to death. When the phone stopped ringing I though Yamcha picked up, but then my heart stopped when it went to voice mail:

"I'm sorry, but your call have been forwarded to an automatic voicemail system, please leave a message after the beep" Beep. "I'm sorry message box full, goodbye."

"It seems too me you're out of luck." I can feel his smile against my neck. A tear fell from my face as the call ended. He wasn't there for me. The one person who was suppose to be there for me no matter what wasn't there for me. He wasn't there. "Don't cry," I didn't need to see his face to know he was smirking, his voice said it all. "Because trust me," His hand reached up and roughly grabbed one of my boobs and I let out a muffled sob. "It's not time to cry yet."