UPDATE!
I didn't proofread and forgot the end of the chapter, making the next one not make sense!


It was hard to focus on any real work with him waltzing about the house without a shirt. She found herself staring more often than she'd like to admit. She sat in the comfort of her living room, pouring over figures and equations. How could that armor be replicated for their advantage? She needed to take measurements of the men, and also wondered how she would look wearing her own creation.

"Woman!"

Her fashion trance was broken. "Yes, your highness?" she said, mockingly.

"Your gravity machine isn't up to my standards."

"There's a surprise."

"It needs more power. I want to go one thousand times Earth's gravity."

"Sure, kill yourself before the androids even get here. I'll do what i can, but it can wait until tomorrow. I'm trying to figure this out first."

He looked down at her papers. She had begun drawing a female version of his armor. "Oh yes, you're very busy with that. What do you humans call that clothes thing?"

"Fashion?"

"Yes, fashion. At least you can imagine yourself wearing something that isn't completely sore on the eyes," he said, eying her hot pink top and purple crop pants.

She felt herself getting hot. "I wear designer clothes. You don't even wear a shirt."

"I expect you to get to work on your gravity machine when you're done with your..." he smirked, "whatever you're doing."

She fake laughed. "Vegeta, you're such a riot!"

He narrowed his eyes. "That machine won't fix itself."

"I said tomorrow."

"I need to train now, woman."

She looked at the clock. "It's late. You've been working hard all day. Take a load off and relax."

"I can't do that. I have to get stronger. I have to be stronger than everyone."

She had started to organize her papers into folders and was picking them up. "Tomorrow." She stood up. "It's late now. I'm going to turn in." She looked into his scowling eyes. "Goodnight."

He said nothing and watched her go up the stairs. He had nothing better to do than follow her example and head off to bed himself.

It wasn't that much later when he realized he couldn't sleep. He thought he had heard her bedroom door open followed shortly by the front door of the house. His curiosity got the better of him and he found himself going outside.

She was lying in the grass next to his gravity machine and didn't move when the door opened. Her gaze didn't turn when he looked down at her.

"What are you doing?"

"On clear nights i like to get my charts and look at the stars."

He looked up. "There's nothing up there to get excited about."

"I'm not really looking at the stars. I like sitting outside to clear my head and think." She looked at him. "Lay with me."

"What?"

"Come see what I mean. Lay here next to me."

He sat on the grass with what he tried to pass off as reluctance. She smiled when he laid next to her, his head next to hers.

"So you just sit here?"

She breathed deeply. "Yes." She sighed. "I just have so many thoughts and ideas running around. I feel like this helps me get them all in order. I don't feel pressured or threatened."

"This is boring and idiotic."

"Normally that would offend me and I'd yell or try to hit you. I'm incredibly calm in this moment." She moved her arm until she felt her hand brush against his.

Her hand was cold against his. He inched a little closer so that his arm was touching hers. She was so cold compared to him. He felt like he was made of fire most of the time.

She sighed deeply, trying to absorb his warmth. It was nice not to be alone. Maybe she could add the Saiyan prince to her growing circle that included a Saiyan and Namekian (she was referring to Dende of course. Piccolo scared the hell out of her).

"What is the point to this?"

"In the chaos that is my life this is my brief retreat. I get peace and quiet." She smiled and looked at him. "It's nice to have company for a change. Sometimes I feel alone when I'm with my parents or friends. I don't feel that way with you." She looked away and wondered what came over her to make her say that. Her face was turning red. "Well, maybe I should just go to bed now. I'm tired all of a sudden."

He grabbed her arm when she sat up. "What did you mean by that? That you don't feel lonely with me."

"Oh, I have no idea what I'm talking about," she flustered. "It's been a long day. I'm tired. I'm delusional, crazy even. Shut up!"

"Liar."

Wow, it's a lot easier when he's just training all day. "If you want me to upgrade the machine then I've got to get some sleep. You aren't going to be my only concern tomorrow." She stood and turned towards the house.

"I'm alone in this world."

She stopped walking. Of course he was lonely. He had no family and refused to call her friends comrades. He was one of two in the universe, carrying on a legacy that no longer mattered. She sighed and went back to him, sitting next to him on the grass. She made a bold move and rested her head on his shoulder. His body stiffened.

"You aren't alone. You could make friends here. Goku is a very good man by Earth standards, despite what you think of him. He insists on seeing the good in everyone. He tried so hard to convince everyone that there is good in you. I trust him and I knew I had to give you a chance."

"I don't need his pity, or yours, woman."

"It isn't pity, it's trust." She yawned. "Please, let's go to bed now." She kissed him on the cheek. "You're great to talk to when you're being civil. Goodnight."

He sat there dumbfounded with a slight blush when she finally left him. What was that about?


She heard a slight tap on her door. She put down her book and looked at the clock. It was one in the morning. She had been reading for almost two hours. "Come in."

He opened the door slowly and peered inside.

"What do you want?"

He moved quickly and was on top of her before she could think. Her gasp was stifled behind a kiss. She offered little resistance as her mouth met his with matched fervor. Her fingers ran through his spiky hair and down his bare back. He moved his lips down her chin to her neckline where he teased the skin with his teeth.

"We shouldn't do this," she said, breathless.

"Why not?'

She didn't have an answer. "Shut up."

He positioned himself between her legs so she could feel his desire. Her breath caught and was met with more kissing. He teased her lips with the tip of his tongue, enticing her to open them. She obliged, loving the sensation. She'd never had this much passion with anyone else.

His hand was on her hip, pulling her closer to him.

She squealed. "Vegeta!" He was pulling her clothes off. She was completely lost in a cloud of bliss when she first felt him. She moaned, loudly. "I love you!"

He stopped. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. "What's wrong?"

"You're right. We shouldn't be doing this." He moved off the bed.

"Please..." She looked at him with pleading eyes. "Don't go. I need you."

He slipped back into her embrace. "I need you," he said, huskily sending her back to a world of bliss.