Disclaimer: don't own anything.

Much thanks to my first two reviewers Radiant Halcyon and Obsession18.

I know that Goku being present isn't how it happens in the show but I always thought that Goku's absence wasn't necessary and didn't really serve a purpose so I chose to keep him. And some insight into my characterization for Vegeta and Bulma: I'm not going to make either of them too cocky or self assured. I want my characters to have fears and insecurities, I think it makes them more real.

Other than that, enjoy!

Chichi was distraught over the missing love letter. She had practically turned their little house upside down in search for it. She claimed she wanted to frame it and hang it in the living room. After hearing that statement, Goku was all to happy for its mysterious disappearance. His note had been for Chichi's eyes only, just imagining it on display for everyone to see made his cheeks glow warm with embarrassment. Of course, he didn't voice his opinions aloud, for fear of incurring the wrath of his darling wife.

Goku already had a clue as to where the letter might have gone, but he hesitated to tell his wife for two of the following reasons. One, if she discovered that Bulma that taken it, poor Bulma would get throttled. Two, he just rather not have the letter framed and hung in the living room. Call him selfish.

Goku really wished he could just leave it at that. Too bad he was so kind hearted and selfless. Goku decided he would ask Bulma back for the letter and give it to Chichi and hope against all odds that she wouldn't hang it up. Besides, he was sure Vegeta probably wouldn't like that either.

Just as Bulma was about to make her way to Goku's and Chichi's house, the door to the gravity chamber slid open and Vegeta stepped out. It was obvious he had just finished his workout because sweat glazed his skin. But then again, when was he not working out? All Vegeta did besides ignore everybody was eat, sleep, and workout. Occasionally, he would bicker with her, and 99% of the time it was about the gravity chamber so it hardly counted for anything. Hesitantly, she admitted to herself that she enjoyed their verbal spars, it was exciting. Like trying to pet a tiger. Whenever she was being especially aggravating to him, his eyes would turn black as coal, heat emanated off from him as if lasers were going to beam right out of his eyes. Her heart rate would increase, beating against her chest hard, but she kept her stance unwaveringly. Even if he could probably sense her fear, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of giving in to it. No sir, Bulma Briefs was not one to be intimidated.

It was rather surprising when instead of ignoring her and heading to the kitchen like he normally did, he instead went up to her and grunted, "Are you going to Kakarot's?"

She blinked, slightly thrown off and unsure of his intentions, " Yes?"

" Alright, I'll accompany you. I have to question him on some of his techniques." Vegeta stated, stoic facial expression still intact.

Bulma blinked again and then shrugged her shoulders. "Ok. I know a quick route there, it's through the …"

"We're flying Woman," Vegeta interrupted.

Bulma scowled, "Have you forgotten I can't fly?"

"No I haven't," said Vegeta and with that he grabbed her by the waist and threw her haphazardly over his shoulder. Bulma at first was too surprised to do anything, but quickly gathered her senses and started beating her fists on his back and yelling at him to let her down. In response, Vegeta let out a deep chuckle, "If you don't shut up, I'll drop you." It didn't even sound like a threat, more like a statement of fact. Bulma froze and instantly quieted. After several minutes, she relaxed and looked around. The only thing she had a really good view of was his toned butt cheeks and the ground below. She chose the butt cheeks. Well now, why hadn't she noticed these bad boys before? Oh yeah, because he was such a prick. Still, she couldn't help but admire his taut backside now. Without really thinking about what she was doing, she lifted her hand and poked him in the butt with her index finger to test the rigidity. At least that's what she told herself. Bulma felt Vegeta stiffen under her weight, but other than that he ignored her poke. Barely able to contain her laughter, she poked him again. Jeez, it was like poking a rock. This time he let out a growl and flipped her so that she was cradled against his chest.

He glared down at her indignantly, "What are you doing Woman?!"

Bulma stared back with wide eyes proclaiming innocence, but her mischievous giggle gave her away, "Nothing."

Vegeta growled again, showing his teeth, which was rather intimidating. He looked like he could eat her raw. What an animal. Giggle.

"I will drop you," He snarled.

"Ok, alright, I'm sorry." Bulma sighed and wiggled around to get more comfortable. This position was pretty awkward since she'd never flown with anyone before. That's what they had capsules, duh. From this position, she also couldn't help but admire his chest, which was very muscular. Poke. Giggle.

Suddenly, Vegeta's arms let her go and she was falling down. Bulma let out a blood curdling shriek and squeezed her eyes shut waiting for her imminent demise. After about a minute, she opened her eyes and realized she was still in the air, safe in Vegeta's arms. She relaxed against his chest to catch her breath, then she turned on him.

"How dare you, you idiot! You could've killed me!" screamed Bulma and lifted her hand to slap him. Vegeta grabbed her wrist and glared down at her warningly, " I warned you." Suddenly aware of her vulnerable position, Bulma relented and harrumphed, crossing her arms and faced away from him, staring moodily ahead of her. Finally, after what seemed like an achingly long period of time, he landed. He dropped her in an unceremonious pile on the ground and starting walking away. She glared at his retreating back as she got up and rubbed her backside. What a prick.

The only reason Vegeta had decided to accompany her was because he wanted to make sure the letter got back to Kakarot and from there, he would make sure that the idiot promptly destroyed it in front of him. Who knew that the women would have the gall to start poking him? The indecency of that Earth Woman! He didn't have to look back to know that she was following him. He could feel that she was keeping a few paces back, probably still a bit shaken and/or annoyed. He smirked. Served her right. He was the Prince of all Saiyans, not some doll that you could just poke and prod.

Still, he couldn't deny that he'd been surprisingly pleased to learn that she had liked the letter. That also annoyed him. What the hell did he care for her opinion. She was just a stupid female. Alright, perhaps not so stupid. Her inventions were impressive, especially the gravity chamber which allowed him to train with having to fight. Not that he didn't enjoy a good fight, it was just that fights were physically taxing and the downtime was time consuming. Although, the monotony of his daily workouts were getting to him. Still, he wasn't ready to challenge Kakarot yet. He had to be certain that his power would be able to surpass that of Kakarot. His pride allowed no less.

Breaking out of his thoughts, he came to a halt in front of Kakarot's house and rapped loudly at the door.

"Coming!" shouted a muffled voice from behind the door. The mate. He would have rather dealt with Kakarot alone. This female had a possibly even more screechy and grating voice than Bulma and now that was a small feat all by itself.

When Chichi opened the door to see Vegeta staring back at her, she was more than a bit surprised.

"Yes, Can I help you?" She asked politely.

"Kakarot," He grunted his one word answer.

Chichi annoyed by his short abrupt reply grumbled, "He's out back." She was about to close the door when she noticed Bulma standing behind him. Bewildered as to what the two where doing here together, she questioned again, " Yes Bulma, can I help you?"

"Could you point me in Goku's direction?" She asked politely, aware that Chichi was already annoyed.

"Out back." Chichi stated blandly. Bulma barely got the word 'thanks' out before the door slammed in her face. Shrugging her shoulders, she headed to their backyard. Vegeta had already found Goku and she could hear him yelling.

"…BETTER NOT FIND OUT OR I'LL CRUSH YOUR SKULL, YOU HEAR ME!" Boomed Vegeta.

"Who better not find out what?" Bulma asked curiously as she approached the two Saiyans.

Vegeta, whose back was to her visibly stiffened before swiftly swiveling around. Goku just peered over at her nervously over Vegeta's stout frame. Vegeta turn his head back and gave Goku a look which Bulma guessed could have only meant 'keep your mouth shut or else', but other than that he offered Bulma no answer.

Goku rubbed his neck nervously and glanced from Vegeta to Bulma unsure of what to say. It was apparent that Vegeta wasn't going to come to his aid.

"Ugh, nothing, nothing. Hey what's that in your hand?" asked Goku trying to divert her attention.

"Oh yeah…. I kind of stole this from you the other day. You know me, nosey as hell. Couldn't resist, " said Bulma sheepishly, handing the letter over to Goku.

Goku smiled awkwardly at Bulma, "Gee thanks, Chichi's been going crazy looking for this."

Guilt crept over Bulma and she blushed, "Oh, I'm sorry Goku, it really was a cute letter though. Your words were really beautiful." Goku turned red at the praise.

Vegeta snorted, "Oh please, it was a whole bunch of garbage."

"No, it was sweet," ground out Bulma and gave him a heated glare.

He rolled his eyes, " Whatever woman, I'm off." and with that he strode away leaving Goku and Bulma alone.

Bulma immediately rounded on Goku when she thought the coast was clear.

"Who wrote it?" She demanded.

"Wha-what?" Stuttered Goku.

"Oh come on, don't play coy with me. I know you didn't write that letter.

"Yes I did," lied Goku helplessly.

"No, you didn't."

"Ok, so I had a little help."

"From who?"

"I promised I wouldn't tell."

Bulma placed her hands on her hips and glared at Goku sternly before repeating her question, very slowly this time, " From who?"

Goku was reduced to cowering in front of her glare, "I promised I wouldn't tell," he squeaked.

Bulma relented, trying a sweeter approach instead.

"Oh come on Goku, please! I swear I won't say anything." pleaded Bulma, giving him her puppy dog eyes in all their sky blue gloriousness.

Goku gave a sigh, "Promise?"

"Of course," said Bulma sweetly, tipping forward on her toes, eager for Goku's answer.

"Vegeta," murmured Goku.

Bulma blinked confusedly," I'm sorry, could you say that again, I thought you said Vegeta."

Goku gave another sigh, "That's because I did."

Bulma could only gape like a fish out of water.

"Just please don't say anything. I'll see you later, I'm hungry," said Goku wearily, tired of the whole thing already. Before Bulma could clear her head to string together a cohesive sentence, Goku walked off towards his house, love letter in hand.

Bulma stared after him disbelievingly. How could this be possible? Those beautiful words…

She had been expecting Krillen or Yamacha, even young Gohan would have made more sense. But Vegeta; The Prince of all assholes? Her brain just couldn't comprehend it. No, her brain refused to comprehend it. It wasn't possible!

…Or was it? Bulma bit her lip and frowned. Perhaps she shouldn't be so judgmental. No doubt there was a good reason behind Vegeta's harsh personality. She could only imagine what living with Frieza nearly your whole life would do to you.

But Vegeta, really?

Thanks for reading, please review! Sorry if theres any typos, I was really tired when I was proofreading this but I was also eager to get the chapter out.