Vegeta felt an unfamiliar flutter in his stomach as Bulma handed him a stack of pillowy white towels from her private bathroom. The same flutter he got two nights ago when she, herself, prepared him something to eat. It wasn't near adequate in quantity for a Saiyan such as himself, however there was a certain quality to the meal that filled him in a place other than his growling stomach. A place that was more than empty until he came to Earth.

"Here you go Vegeta," Bulma smiled, "Taking a shower so early? Well I guess it's a good thing. You don't want to over do yourself and get hurt like you did. It was scary."

"Hmph." Vegeta grunted and he walked into the bathroom and slammed it in her face with his foot.

"Ass." Bulma cursed under her breath. Then she turned and walked down stairs.

The water shot from the shower head and the droplets beat on the tile of the floor. The shower was as big as a common bathroom for most people so there was a lot of room. Vegeta peeled the clothes he wore for training off and piled them on the floor. The nude prince stepped into the shower under the water, feeling the heat beat down on his muscles. He cracked his neck and reached for the soap, which Bulma had bought especially for him. He didn't like the fruity smelling soap she had, so she bought him some with a more spicey scent to it which he liked a lot.

He rubbed the soap around on his skin until it lathered up a white foam on his body. As he smelled the pleasant smell of the soap he thought about all the things she did for him and how she would still try to make him happy even when he showed no appreciation at all. Guilt washed over him for a brief moment and he squirt some shampoo in his hands. While he worked the product through his hair, Vegeta wondered how he would go about telling her that her actions were notcied, but without showing her he was becoming soft. Which he certainly wasn't.

Deciding he didn't care if Bulma thought he was a jerk, Vegeta turned the shower knob until the water completely stopped. He reached for one of those marshmellow soft towels and the first thing he did was bring it to his face. The material was buttery on his face and he thought it was amazing how she was able to get the towel so soft. Then he inhaled.

Every sense in his body picked up. The towel that came from Bulma's bathroom smelled like her on a very intense level, so it must have been there a while. He brought the towel back up to his nose and breathed in deeply about two more times until he realized how creepy he was becoming and then quickly rubbed down the rest of his body to get dry. Now the towel smelled like his soap and her scent and it became too much. To convince himself that he was not becoming obsessed, he flung the cloth around his body and noticed something was keeping the towel from going all the way around.

"What the - - shit!" Vegeta huffed to himself. He dropped the towel and kicked it with force across the floor and dug into the hamper and pulled out a smelly used towel from probably yesterday. He twisted the shower knob to cold and let it pelt his body until his jaw shook.

He quickly dried off with the used towel and started to drop it on the floor but caught himself. 'She would appreciate it if I didn't throw this on the floor.' Vegeta thought to himself and picked up everything on the floor in his arms, carefully avoiding that dreadfully sweet smelling towel and dropped them into the hamper.

The closet in the bathroom was stocked with shirts and shorts for him to wear around the house. Bulma had picked for him white shirts and black shorts for the most part of his wardrobe which he was pleased that she avoided bright, fruity colors. He slipped on the white shirt - black shorts combo and stepped out of the bathroom.

Bulma was walking by, heading towards her bedroom and Vegeta demanded, "Food."

Bulma laughed, "Where it normally is. Oh, Mom even made those egg rolls you liked so much. You know the one's I brought to you when you were injured."

Vegeta's mind went back in time to when he was lying in bed and was to refrain from moving.

Bulma came in, her hair extra high a poofy, with a tray. "I figured you must be hungry." she said.

Vegeta shifted in his bed, grunted, and relaxed when Bulma put a hand on his chest to remind him not to jerk around. His nose picked up something divine and asked, "What are those?"

"Egg rolls. Here I'll break them up so they cool faster, I know you're hungry." Bulma suggested and started to pinch the steaming rolls apart.

Vegeta was confused, "How can I eat them when I can't move my arms?"

"I'll just feed them to you." She shrugged.

"I am no helpless child! There is no need to feed them to me." He whined.

Bulma ignored him and felt around for the coolest one and picked it up between teo fingers. "Here, try it." She brought the bite sized egg roll to the Saiyan's mouth.

Reluctantly, Vegeta parted his lips and let the food pass through. He felt one of her perfectly manicured red nails brush his bottom lip when she retrieved her hand and he chewed the piece. It was strangly crunchy and soft at the same time and it was one of the most amazing things he had tasted in a long time, if not his lifetime.

It was quiet. Vegeta looked rather pleased with the sample so picked up another and held it to his mouth again and he quietly chewed. No one said anything while he ate.

Vegeta's mouth watered at the memory of the delicious dish and without saying another word to Bulma, he trotted downstairs to the kitchen.

As Vegeta had thought back to the memory, so was Bulma. To her, as simple as it was, it was one of the most, almost erotic, experiences of her life up to this point. She always had a thing more bad guys, a typical young girl's fantasy. So she was always interested in what Vegeta was up to and his preferance even when she was pretty sure he didn't even notice her until he caught her in his business or needed something.

The way her nails would catch is soft lips when she would feed him each little piece made her stomach flip with excitment. Then when her actual finger tip would brush along his mouth, she wanted more then anything to replace that food with her own mouth, to feel just how soft his lips actually were.

But she had a boyfriend. Bulma was devestated everytime she caught him flirting in the past with other girls and endured the bitterest times when they were seperated, but the more she lived with Vegeta, the more bored she was with the hot and cold relationship she shared with Yamcha. Vegeta was consistant and predictable. He never hid his intention so you wouldn't be shocked when, say, you caught him feeling up on some red head after a baseball game.

In Bulma's point of view, a relationship with Vegeta, as far as romance went, seemed damn near impossible. Vegeta was in love with power and himself. Everyone else are just pawns or stepping stones he needed to cross to get to his one true love. Bulma would never be that object of affection. In the time being, she had Yamcha, but who said a woman couldn't fantasize?

Bulma pushed her thoughts aside and entered her room to check her answering machine to see if Yamcha had called while she was working. She listened to all four message, all but from Yamcha. She sat on the side of her bed and picked up her phone and dialed her boyfriend's number and immediatley heard, "The residence you are trying to reach are currenty unavailable at this time." Before the voice recording could finish, she growled and slammed the phone down. Yamcha had turned his phone off, but why?

With that question echoing in her mind, her mother poked her head into the door. "Bulma, you have food on the table. If you don't hurry Vegeta might eat it before you do."

Bulma's stomach was empty and when she heard 'food' she wasn't worried so much about Yamcha. "Okay." she replied and rose from her bed and took one last look at the phone. She sighed and left her room for the kitchen table where there was a large mess of remains from Vegeta's dinner.

On the other side of the turkey and rice graveyard was plate of two egg rolls, a few slices of turkey and a mound of white rice. Bulma picked up the plate and ertirved a beer from the fridge. She entered the livingroom to watch TV while she ate and was a bit startled to see Vegeta sitting on the couch, flipping through channels. "I didn't know you liked TV." Bulma smiled and sat on the other side of Vegeta.

"There's a lot you're not aware of woman." Vegeta said emotionless and flung the remote to her. It hit her thigh with a slap and she picked it up, turning it to some sitcom.

"I see you ate all your egg rolls, would you like another one?" Bulma asked, handing one out to him.

"Why?" Vegeta asked skeptical.

"You love them. The question for you would be, 'why not?' " Bulma giggled.

"I mean, aren't you hungry? You don't have a lot there." Vegeta was honestly puzzled.

"I have more than plenty, I don't have a bottomless pit like you do. If I ate a fourteenth of what you ate, I would be as big as Capsule Corp."

Vegeta took the roll from her and ate half of it in one bite. "I could eat that rice for you, too."

"No," Bulma mock gaurded her plate playfully, "That's the best part."

"Oh so you do eat more than sticks and berries, oh and onion bagels." Vegeta joked.

"Yup. There's a lot you're not aware of Saiyan." Bulma smirked.

Vegeta smirked and finished off the rest of his egg roll. "I'm aware of the that orange sauce on the side of you mouth." he chuckled.

Quickly, Bulma grabbed a napkin and wiped it away. "Thanks, jerk."

"Welcome, bitch." They both laughed.

"This is cool." Bulma nodded and looked over at the prince. Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "I think it's cool when we can talk and laugh. It beats the hell out of slamming doors in my face." Bulma's smile faded some and it made Vegeta feel a pang of guilt. "And I like it when you laugh. You're nose wrinkles on the right side and you smile. It's endearing."

Vegeta's cheeks flushed while she complimented him, "Has anyone told you you talk too much?" he blurted to get her to stop.

"Oh I forgot. You're a tough Saiyan Prince. You're not allowed to cute." Bulma rolled her eyes.

Vegeta grumbled and decided not to correct her about the 'cute' comment. He crossed his arms and asked, "So where's that human of yours at?"

Bulma stirred the rice around on her plate and sighed, "He turned his phone off. I don't know what his deal is. We were doing fine until I was staying home with you. Then he stayed gone and had been calling me less and less. He didn't even call me today and I've been working since this morning."

"This might not mean anything from me," Vegeta began, "But if someone was to do me wrong, I would do them wrong back. Why is it that you put up with that? You get loud with him but nothing you do is permanent. It's like you ask for him to do it."

Bulma sat her plate down, "I love him Vegeta."

"Does he?"

Bulma opened her mouth to answer but nothing came out but a stammer and she thought. She heard Vegeta snort and shake his head. "Oh shut up! You don't even know what love is."

"Probably not." Vegeta said and he got up. "Enjoy your program and if Yamcha calls, tell him I said 'hello'." Vegeta scoffed and retreated upstairs to his bedroom.