A/N: Thanks everyone for the reviews! I offer you two more chapters I do hope to continue on for a couple of more chapters and, then, maybe start on another FF. I offer two chapter because I feel Chapter Two isn't as good as the first one, so this is my way of making amends. I hope you enjoy it! Keep those reviews coming!

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Chapter 2 – "Loneliness"

Bulma sat in the aircraft unable to believe what her eyes had just witness moments ago.

How could he have done that? How could he have killed all those people? I thought you had changed, Vegeta. What happened to you?

What happened to the man I love?

With that in mind, Bulma's thoughts began to drift back to that night where they had experienced their first kiss.

"GET AWAY FROM ME WOMAN!" Vegeta exclaimed as he shoved her off him.

"I'M SORRY, VEGETA! I didn't mean to fall; it was an accident!" Bulma said as she fought back.

"Well, now thanks to you, it's going to take all the mouthwash in the world to wipe the disgusting taste of your mouth away!"

"Oh?! Well, I happen to know that there are men who would just die to kiss me."

"They must be old and miserable…"Vegeta murmured.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

"Even if what you say is true, woman, it doesn't seem your weakling of a boyfriend agrees!"

Yamcha…, Bulma looked down as she formed a sad expression on her face. She was still hurt even if it had been two months ago that they had broke up.

Yamcha had invited Bulma to a romantic restaurant. He sounded serious on the phone when he called. Bulma thought that he was finally going to propose, but she was in for a surprise.

"Look, Bulma, we've been together forever, and, recently, you've been different. Ever since Vegeta came to train at your house, you've been distant. When he got injured, you were worried. You didn't leave his bedside, even though you knew that he wasn't going to thank you for it."

"Yamcha…what are you trying to say?"

"What I'm trying to say is…I think we need to have some time apart."

"Are you breaking up with me?" Bulma could feel the tears forming in her eyes. Yamcha was the love of her life. She loved him ever since she first met him. He was always there when he needed her, and she couldn't imagine continuing her life without him.

"Bulma…I'm sorry…but, I think this is the best for both of us."

Yamcha continued to talk to her, trying to soothe her, but she wouldn't take any of it. She kept crying and in between her sobs she could hear him say things. You're a beautiful woman… I'm sure you'll find someone. ..maybe later on we'll be able to get back together…this time apart may help us realize that we truly love each other.

If you truly think I'm beautiful, then why are you breaking up with me?

Bulma couldn't take it anymore, and she ran out of the restaurant. She could hear Yamcha call her, but she was too upset to listen to listen to anything else he had to say.

You've broken my heart, Yamcha. You know I love you and you doubt my love.

Vegeta noticed she became sad with the simple mention of the earthling.

"You women and your emotions! Emotions are for the weak! Hmph!" He began to leave, but Bulma, again, tried to stop him.

"Wait! You can't leave me! It's dark and I'll be alone. My parents aren't back from their trip!" As soon as she finished the sentence, the electricity came back on.

"Well, looks like that's been solved!" he began to walk away and then he turned to her and said, "If you mention what happened here tonight to anyone, I swear I will kill you! "

"YOU WOULDN'T DARE!"

"Have you forgotten, woman, that I've killed millions without any effort whatsoever. What makes you think that you'll be the exception?"

Bulma was shocked to hear him say this. Is he really serious?

As Vegeta walked up the stairs, he added, "I'm sure you're flattered because you got to kiss the Prince of all Saiyans. You should feel honored."

"You arrogant jerk! Would you get off your high horse?!"

"Tsk, tsk," answered Vegeta as he moved his finger, saying no. "Don't forget that with this finger I could kill you instantly without any effort and without you even knowing."

"Well, if you do, I'm sure you're going to have some difficulty trying to repair all the damages you do to the gravity room!"

Vegeta growled since he knew she was right. Bulma began to walk away, knowing that she had won since he offered no response to her comment.

Weeks had passed since the incident that night, and somehow, the arguments between the two intensified. It came to the point that neither Vegeta nor Bulma wanted to see or speak to each other. If Vegeta wanted something, he would ask Dr. Briefs for it; this to him was much easier than having to argue incessantly, which he couldn't afford. Besides, it was better since Dr. Briefs was much easier to intimidate, thus causing Dr. Briefs to agree to do whatever Vegeta asked.

Bulma still couldn't get over the fact that Yamcha had broken up with her. She couldn't believe that it happened. She felt lonely, so she helped her father fix whatever was needed to be fixed in order to forget the pain she was going through because she no longer had Yamcha in her life. She especially missed the fact that Yamcha was always there to protect her when she needed him. She also thought about the kiss she shared with Vegeta, but the pain of not having Yamcha caused her to be blind to what that kiss had really meant to her.

But, one faithful night, it was her father who was to bring Vegeta and Bulma together for the rest of their lives.

"Bulma," her father began, as he talked to her on the phone one night. Her parents had been away on a science convention. "Why aren't you talking to Vegeta?"

"Dad, Vegeta is such a jerk. Besides, all we do is argue, and I don't need that right now," she answered.

"Yes, sweetheart, but you must understand that even if we don't like someone, we must learn how to tolerate them."

"Well, it's hard to tolerate someone like Vegeta."

"I think you should try to make amends with him," he paused and then added, "It was your idea to bring him to our home."

"But, Dad…"

"Your mother seems to like him."

"Mom likes everyone…"

"Yes, but your mother may see something in him that neither you nor I do. She does have a habit of seeing good qualities in everyone." He looked at Bulma and finally said, "Why don't you go talk to him, right now?"

She knew that if she denied it, her father would continue insisting on the issue. "Fine, Dad, I'll go talk to him."

"That's my girl."

She ended the call with her father and decided to go to Vegeta's room. It had begun to rain, and she knew he was in his room, since she had heard him eat a while ago.

Bulma proceeded to go upstairs and when she reached the doorway to Vegeta's room. She noticed that the door was slightly open. She took a peek inside. She saw him standing in front of the window, looking at the rain, in his classic posture, with his arms crossed across his chest.

What is he thinking about? He seems so…lonely, like he's missing someone.

Even with the dim light the lamp provided, she noticed Vegeta's facial expression. She had never seen him this vulnerable. She remembered seeing him when he was having a nightmare, but it wasn't the same as this.

His eyes…they don't have that ruthless and icy stare that they usually have. They have a look of loneliness…no…not loneliness. He misses someone. His eyes have the look of needing someone…someone to care for him, perhaps…maybe, even, someone to love him…

With that in mind, Bulma decided to finally talk to him, and as she walked into the room, she called him.

"Vegeta...?"