1 Chapter 1

Bulma POV

I walked into my bedroom and closed the door behind me. I let out an exhausted sigh. Why do I let this happen? He hurts me every single time but I just let it go on and on and on. Deep down I know he's not meant for me but I want it to work so badly, he's the only man I've really known. Or should I even call him a man when all he does is mess with any girl that's even the slightest attractive. Ugh, men. I took off my dress and changed into my satin black robe. I tied my long blue hair up into a ponytail and laid down on my bed. I closed my eyes for a few seconds. I need to relax and just forget about today. I began to drift away, into my own world until...

"WOMAN, THERE IS NO FOOD DOWN HERE!!!"

I groaned and sat back up. I rubbed my eyes and got right back to reality. "Vegeta..." I mumbled. Ever since I let him stay here, he's been nothing but a headache.

"I know you hear me woman!!!"

I let out a grunt.

"SHUT UP!!!" I yelled back.

I heard loud footsteps get closer to my bedroom door and then there was banging.

"I am a Saiyan Prince you know!"

I got up and opened my door.

"And?? What's that gotta do with me?" Vegeta looked at me in disgust.

"Are you mad woman?" He let himself into my bedroom.

"I would like to know why there is no dinner prepared? I expect there to always be dinner prepared after my training"

"Well Vegeta, the world doesn't revolve around you now does it?" He looked at me furiously.

"You do realize you're talking to someone who can break you in half without effort, correct?" I rolled my eyes.

"Why don't you just ask the housekeeper to make you something? I'm exhausted."

"Ugh, you weak earthlings. So dramatic and so fragile."

"Dramatic? Do you ever listen to yourself whenever you and Goku have one of your little matches?" I snapped. Technically their matches are never "little" but I just wanted to get under his skin. Vegeta gave me a death stare. It gave me a bit of the shivers. He is insanely strong after all...

"Look, I'll have the housekeeper prepare some food, just run yourself a long hot bath and you'll be notified when dinners ready" He evilly grinned, typical him.

"That's more like it. You've got an hour." He chuckled like an evil child would when they've finally got their way and walked out of my room. I grabbed the bottle of wine on my vanity and popped the top open. I took a huge gulp and let out a grunt. I hate Yamcha but I love him so much at the same time.