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So I don't really know where I'm going with this story. I just want to try my hand at writing one because I have so many ideas floating around in my cranium. Hopefully you guys will like it and I'll update frequently. Please review. I have more to write for if I know people are reading.

Vegeta wondered when he would be able to finally get off the god forsaken planet called earth. If he had to listen to any more screeching from the shameless female inhabitants, he'd probably rip his ears off. One blue haired female in particular kept his sanity teetering over the edge. Funnily enough, she was also the only one who kept his sanity intact. Their verbal sparring kept him on his toes and his mind sharp. And although he wouldn't admit it aloud on the pain of death, he had no problem admitting to himself that she was rather clever… for a human that is.

Vegeta snorted to himself and cleared his mind to concentrate on his workout. He would never surpass Kakarot if he wasted his time on insipid thoughts. That was another thing that kept him going, his ongoing struggle to finally beat Kakorat and become the strongest Saiyan and perhaps being in the universe. Of course this was easier said than done, he been here living these humans at Capsule Corp. for months now, training in a gravity chamber to achieve his ascension to the legendary Super Saiyan level. He was so close, he could taste it. And it tasted golden.

Just as he was about to begin handstand pushups, the door to the gravity chamber slid open and Goku stepped in. He smiled awkwardly and waited for Vegeta to finish whatever he was doing. But when Vegeta continued to ignore him, he cleared his throat conspicuously, hoping to catch Vegeta's attention. Vegeta however continued to ignore him, in hopes that he would eventually just leave. Of course, that was too hopeful on Vegeta's part because Goku cleared his throat again, even more loudly this time. Vegeta dropped his legs to the ground and glared at him.

"What do you want?" He ground out annoyed that anyone would dare disturb his workout. Maybe he should wreak more havoc, perhaps then people would show him the respect he deserved.

Goku scratched the back of his head nervously, "Well ugh, you know I hate to bother you, but I really need your help Vegeta. It's kind of important."

Vegeta smirked and gave Goku his full attention, his interest peaked. "Spit it out, what do you want?" He tried to appear nonchalant about the whole thing, but he was more than a little pleased that the third class Saiyan had come to him practically begging for help. With a wide smirk , he waited patiently for Goku to explain.

"Ok, so you know how it's Chichi's birthday today? Well I was just…," Goku started but didn't get to finish. Vegeta's smirk slid off his face and he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion before interrupting, " Ok Kakarot, where are you trying to go with this?"

Goku swallowed before continuing, "I…ugh… well, I need your help writingalovenotetoChichi." The end came out sounding like a garbled mess in Goku's attempt to quickly finish his sentence.

Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and stared at the Saiyan impassively, " I'm sorry but I don't speak idiot. Could you translate?"

Goku's shoulders slumped and he plopped down on a roller chair that Bulma had pushed in there earlier. He repeated himself, slower this time to insure he wouldn't have to say it again, "I need you to help me write a love note to Chichi for her birthday."

As soon as he finished, Vegeta's eyes bugged out and he jumped back in indignation. "And what makes you think THAT I CAN HELP?" demanded Vegeta affronted by the idea that Goku thought he was a good source to come to for…for…love notes. Did he give the appearance of a sappy lovesick moron. Apparently he had to try harder at being more stoic, because he had given this idiot Kakarot the impression he was a romantic.

"Oh come on, Vegeta, I just don't know what to write," said Goku, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, "I've never been good at this stuff but I really want to impress Chichi."

Vegeta snorted, "As if I care what you do with your wife."

Goku groaned and looked at Vegeta imploringly, "Please, I'm practically begging you."

"Of course you are. It's only natural."

Suddenly Goku jumped up and latched on to Vegeta's uniform, "Please, please, please. You're the only guy here right now to help me." Yamacha and Krillen had gone to the beach for they believed was a well deserved vacation.

Vegeta scowled and slapped Goku's hand away before responding, " Why don't you ask that women who you claim is your friend. I'm sure she'd be more than willing to help you with this silliness." The poor girl was so sentimental, always letting her emotions get the best of her. Vegeta smirked inwardly. It was more than amusing.

Goku looked a bit confused before he finally understood who Vegeta was talking about. He eyes widened and he latched on to Vegeta's uniform again, "Oh no. I don't want to tell say anything to Bulma. She'll tell Chichi she helped me and it won't mean as much. But no one ever believe that you helped me. Your not that nice… ugh I mean your so devoid of emotion, err, I mean you have a heart of stone, I mean… ugh." Goku gave up and sighed, hoping that Vegeta had taken his words as a compliment. Any other normal person would have been highly offended.

Of course, Vegeta was no ordinary person, he was a Saiyan and of course, everything that Goku had said made him swell with pride. He was certainly glad his ability to be emotionless had not gone unnoticed. So with a smug smile, he spoke slowly, carefully picking out his next words, " Since I am absolutely positive that no one would dare to think it was me that helped you, I will try to aid you in this silly request. However, don't expect anything sappy or much at all for that matter. I'm only agreeing to get you to leave me alone."

Relieved, Goku momentarily forgot himself and hugged Vegeta, who was all to keen to put Goku back in place by kneeing him in the stomach.

"Stop touching me," growled Vegeta.

Goku who was keeled over but still smiling, replied, "Sure thing," before righting himself.

Ok, so now came the even harder part. Actually writing the stupid note. Boy, Chichi better appreciate this.

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Goku watched anxiously as Chichi read the letter; her facial expressions impossible to read. Had she been taking lessons from Vegeta? When she was finished, Chichi looked up at him from under her thick black lashes and let a smile grace her lips. She placed the letter on the counter.

She walk slowly toward her husband and wrapped her arms around his stunned self and gently placed a kiss on his lips. Goku, the battle trained warrior that he was, could hardly keep from melting under her embrace. He let out a deep breath he hadn't realized he been holding when they parted.

He pulled her into a tight embrace and whispered, "I'm glad you liked it," before attacking her lips with his own. Too focused on their own embrace, they didn't notice as a thin hand carefully and swiftly reached out to snatch the letter from the countertop.

Bulma made a hasty exit from the house before they noticed the letter missing, Although, from what Bulma had seen, she didn't think they would notice anything but each other for a while.

The way Chichi and Goku had looked at each other had stolen Bulma's breath. It was magical, kind of like the thing you saw in movies and read about in books. And they had that in real life. She was all too curious to see that the letter read. How romantic could Goku have been? She'd known him since childhood, she never remembered him showing a tendency toward the romantic.

She made her way to the garden and sat down on a bench and unfolded the letter, skeptical.

If I could have just one wish,

I would wish to wake up everyday

To the sound of your breath on my neck,

The warmth of your lips on my cheek,

The touch of your fingers on my skin,

And the feel of your heart beating

I could never find that feeling

With anyone other than you.

For you, I'd bleed myself dry

Carry the weight of the world

Part raging oceans

Because my love for you

Makes the impossible possible

Wow. That was. DEFINITELY NOT GOKU. Bulma bit her lip in thought. She knew for a fact that Goku couldn't possibly have written this, even if it was what he felt. Way too poignant and deep. But she was itching, dying really, to know who had helped him. Maybe Krillen? Perhaps Yamacha? Her heart fluttered with the thought. Could he be that romantic? She tried to remember if he'd done anything overly romantic for her before. Nothing was coming to mind. She would have to ask Goku. After he and Chichi were done of course, she giggled with an afterthought.

"Laughing when your all alone isn't something sane people do." Said a gravelly voice quietly in her ear causing her to shriek and leap up from the bench she had been sitting on.

She frowned when she saw Vegeta smirking at her, arms crossed as usual.

"Don't sneak up on me like that," Bulma huffed in annoyance, but a smile quickly graced her features as she said the next part, "I was just reading this letter Goku wrote for Chichi, awfully adorable."

Vegeta leaned towards her and the letter still in her hands and frowned, " What a disgrace to the Saiyan race he is, pining after his human mate like a dog."

Now it was Bulma's turn to frown. "What? That was beautiful! It was freakin poetry!"

"More like a whole bunch of garbage. If someone gave me a note like that, I'd gauge my eyes out after reading it." replied dryly.

Bulma's frown morphed in to a goofy grin, "Ya know, maybe if you were a little sweeter, you could get yourself a girl," She finished with a giggle, loving the torrent of expressions that appeared on his face, ranging from incredulity, embarrassment, and anger.

"Pfft, as if I would lower myself to mating with such a weak race," He snapped.

She looked at him into his onyx orbs, willing herself to hold his piercing gaze, but she failed miserably and ended up in a fit of giggles.

"Stupid female," Vegeta stated sourly before stalking off leaving Bulma to look at this retreating back amusedly. There was no doubt in her mind he would find a way to get back at her for giggling in his presence. Gob forbid anyone even let out a chuckle in front of the might Saiyan Prince she thought and rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips.

Ok, Thanks for reading! This is my first fanfic so comments would be adored.

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