Because you requested it, I'm writing more to 'Feelings For Vegeta.' If you haven't read that yet, you might want to. ยง means awesome, just so ya know (Not really. Just something I made up ^-^). It's not fair! I want to own DBZ! *sniff* Oh, well. I'll have my own show once I become a manga artist. *starry eyes* This is not going to be a songfic. Just a regular V/B story. This is going to be in Bulma's P.O.V at sometimes and as a third-person P.O.V in others. I might switch to Vegeta's along the way, but I don't know yet. Remember to R&R! Anyway, here is the sequel to 'Feelings For Vegeta'....With All My Love, Bulma.

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Vegeta awoke, early as always. Bulma was up and already moving about the house making breakfast and trying to find a way to fix the gravity room, so it wouldn't break down again that day. He slowly got dressed in his training armor, thinking about the night before when he got home and found Bulma asleep. For some strange reason, he always checked on her when he was about to get in bed, to see if she was alright. Vegeta found himself hypnotized by her, somehow, and always tried to avoid her and the look she always gave him. Every time Bulma saw him, her weak, yet powerful ki leaped to amazing levels, for an untrained Earthling.

How can this happen? Vegeta thought. How can she put me in a trance that I, Prince of the Saiyans, can not break? Is that even possible?

Vegeta walked down the hall and into the kitchen, where Bulma was already sitting drinking some coffee. He was too deep in thought and didn't see her there, until she spoke and her ki raised once more. (Okay, I'm going to switch to Bulma's P.O.V. now.)

"Good morning, Vegeta," I greeted him like every other morning. "I've finally fixed the gravity room, so if it breaks down, you fix it." I knew I was in love with him, but I couldn't find a way to tell him. He walked over to the table where she was sitting, and started to eat. It always confused me that Goku always ate so fast, it was hard to keep up with him, where as Vegeta ate at only a quick pace for a regular human.

"It's about time you finally fixed that machine, Woman. I always have to train in the woods when it breaks down." I knew this wasn't true at all, but I didn't feel like fighting with him at the time. I just rolled my eyes and went back to sipping my coffee. He growled his usual menacing way and walked off, telling me he was going to train. I sighed and gulped down the rest of my coffee before putting it in the sink. I had nothing to do. No new ideas for inventions, no inventions to perfect or fix, no places I needed to go. So, I walked back out to the trees I wept under last night. I was extremely tired because Vegeta had gotten home around two o'clock and even then when I finally fell into a deep sleep, I made myself get up. I did this because I was overwhelmed with feelings. Now sitting back under my trees once again, I drifted off.

Vegeta walked outside at one o'clock because the gravity room broke again and he was hungry. He thought Bulma might be working outside on an invention, because it was such a nice day. Instead he found her curled up in a ball, sleeping up against a tree. He walked over to her and the closer he got, his uneasiness increased. When he was only a foot away from her, he knelt down to wake her up, but stopped when he saw a tear fall from her eye. He sat there, shocked that someone like her would cry over a dream. But soon, his shock was replaced with concern as he watched more of her tears fall.

Why am I so concerned? It's not like I haven't seen people cry before. But, somehow, this is different. Her tears feel like they touch my soul, yet they don't come close to my body.

He entered his deep thought line once again. It seemed when he was thinking this deeply, it was only about Bulma and he was isolated from all that happened around him.

I awoke to find Vegeta sitting in front of me with a concerned look on his face. I could tell he was deep in thought and that he didn't notice me waking up, but that still didn't keep me from blushing a deep crimson. I ducked my head down lower to try and shield it from his sight, but at that time he noticed my movements and snapped out of his thoughts. Then I saw him blush slightly as well. I still hadn't noticed the tears that kept falling from my eyes until he lifted up one of his hands and gently wiped a stream away.

"It's okay," he reassured me. "I'm here now."