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Bulma stared wide-eyed at the man standing before her. Fear pulsed through her veins, even as it mingled with another emotion...curiosity.

Damn this curiosity. She was quite possibly mesmerized by the hunk of a Saiyan that stood glowering at her, only a few feet away. Vegeta, he called himself, the Prince of all Saiyans. Bulma let out a small 'hmpf' at the thought. Not if they're all dead, you're not. Up until a short few days ago, he had been their enemy. And now...now as he leaned nonchalantly against the Capsule Corp. building, his hair swaying ever so gently in the wind, Bulma couldn't help but stare in awe. He was beautiful.

Bulma's gawking did not go unnoticed by the battle-hardened Saiyan. Vegeta gently sniffed the air in the way that only Saiyans could. He struggled to gauge her emotions through scent. He wasn't an expert on women - not in the least. The few women he had known well were his mother, his sisters, and her...Vegeta shook his head slightly, fighting the memories of a particular Saiyan girl as they crept into his mind. I won't think of her anymore. He felt stupid and vulnerable, reflecting on the dead. What was he, a human?

Bulma and Vegeta's stare down came to an abrupt end when Krillin and the Yamacha interrupted them with mindless banter.

"I can't believe this is over", cried Krillin, "We sure kicked Frieza s ass big time!"

"Don't you think you're using the plural too much?", asked Yamacha. "I mean seriously, if it hadn't been for Goku, Gohan, and Vegeta, you would've pretty much been two halves of a whole."

Krillin glared daggers at Yamacha. They really could never get along, not even during a peaceful afternoon lunch at Bulma's. Bulma, immediately sensing the growing tension between the two, stepped in to interject. "Say Yamacha, what exactly did you do to stop Frieza again?" Yamacha blushed a bright red, her point having been made clear. Krillin, on the other hand, literally fell off of his seat laughing.

Vegeta let out a deep sigh, one of the millions he had let out today alone. He grew tired of listening to petty human concerns. Even the deep loneliness of space would have been preferable. At least then, he wouldn't be forced to think so much.

Bulma was a particularly perceptive person, and she quickly picked up on her new housemate's growing anxiety. "Say guys, maybe we should call it a day, huh?" , she stated a little to firmly. Yamacha and Krillin cast Vegeta a weary glance, perhaps finally noticing his growing annoyance. They quickly bid there goodbyes, leaving shortly thereafter, and leaving Vegeta and Bulma to sit on the patio picnic table in utter silence.

"So..." , started Bulma, hoping to break the uncomfortable silence.

Vegeta quickly silenced her with a glare. He knew the woman wanted to start unecessary conversation. "Woman, I grow tired of humoring you. If you want me to stay here and train, instead of slaughtering those half-brained meat shields you call Earthlings, I suggest you provide better incentive."

Bulma gulped, a mixture of anger and genuine fear rising in her throat. She knew Vegeta was only here for the technological services she could provide him, but she had half hoped he would see her more as a friend...Wishful thinking, she thought immediately.

"I-I-I'll have the Gravity Room ready soon" , she stuttered. There was something unnerving about the way the Saiyan stared directly at her. "It's too dangerous to train in it right now" , continued Bulma with a bit more confidence. Why should she be afraid of him anyhow? This was her own house. If Vegeta didn't like it, he could leave. Vegeta grunted his disapproval, and strutted back into Capsule Corp. wordlessly. Bulma was left all alone. She tired of being of alone.

Now it was Bulma's turn to reminisce. She thought of Yamacha first. She remembered how great it had been at the beginning, and how ugly it turned towards the end. Chi Chi and Bunny had practically assured her that Yamacha would be begging to marry her before the year s end. And on her twentieth birthday, when Yamacha asked her out on a romantic date at an expensive Italian restaurant, Bulma was practically doing back flips. Finally, she d be getting married!...or so she thought. Much to her surprise, Yamacha had only made this extra effort to explain to her why, instead of getting married, they'd be breaking up. Bulma gaped at Yamacha the entire time, as he babbled on for what seemed like hours, ultimately blaming her for everything that went wrong in their relationship. Bulma didn't shed a single tear that evening, or the following day for that matter. In fact, it wasn t until she found a box full of Valentine's Day teddy bears that Yamacha had given her over the years, that Bulma found herself bawling face down into her bedspread. She couldn't move for a week.

Then there was Goku...her beloved childhood friend Goku. She had loved him since they were young, and as they grew older, that love took a turn for the romantic. But Goku, he never did see her as anything more than a sister. Bulma had all but given up on him, until one memorable tournament... The day before Goku was set to compete, he and Bulma shared a moment. In all the excitement of the day, the two friends shocked each other by exchanging a brief kiss on the lips.

Bulma remembered staring deep into Goku's eyes, only to have her lips passionately captured by Goku's a second time. It was all they did that evening, but it had set Bulma's mind on fire. The next day, during the tournament, Chi Chi fought her way back into their lives. After years of having been out of sight, Chi Chi returned to remind Goku of their betrothal from years ago. And, of course, good old Goku complied. He and Bulma pretended that their passionate kiss had never happened, and they never spoke about it again. But Bulma never forgot.

Now, there was Vegeta. Bulma didn't want to consider Vegeta a part of her repertoire of romances just yet. But the past few days he spent there, had Bulma's mind churning. She wanted to think that it had something to do with her lifelong love of Goku, some weird psychological attraction, but she knew that Vegeta was no Goku, and that sooner or later their lives would be destined to intertwine and crash...