Vegeta had gone in hours earlier, but the party was just now diminishing. He uncrossed his arms and sat up in his bed, looking outside to everyone leaving and exchanging hugs with Bulma. His eyes narrowed as he noticed that baka bandit following her around. He wasn't planning on leaving any time soon. Vegeta's fists clenched at his sides but he remembered Bulma's words. If she can handle herself, she can handle him. He thought smugly, turning back around and laying on his bed. His eyes closed and he wished he could find sleep in his restless mind, but there was no hope in that.

Awhile later, Vegeta heard yelling outside and he got back out of bed. He looked down from his window and saw the woman in a small silk robe, chasing the scarred idiot out to his car. Both of them were doing their fair share of screaming back and forth, but the woman somehow won the battle and Yamcha got in his car, speeding off into the city. Bulma turned toward the house and sighed, then made her way to the front door.

Vegeta thought for a moment about whether he should confront her about what just happened or if he should just mind his own business. Being the Saiyan that he was, he knew that the latter was out of the question. He casually strolled out of his room and down the stairs into the living room. He rested on the couch and waited until he heard the soft padding of her feet against the linoleum floor of the kitchen.

"Woman…." He spoke quietly, hearing her feet stop at his voice.

"Vegeta…" Her voice was weak and the proud Saiyan prince felt something in his heart that he couldn't explain. It hurt, but he wanted more of it. Confusing. She walked in the room, her eyes calm but inflamed from tears. She bit her lower lip and walked over, sitting next to him on the couch. Her body shook and Vegeta looked to his side in curiosity. Her face was covered by her hair and her hands were clutching the material of the small silk robe in her lap.

"Woman, are--" Before the words even escaped his lips, Bulma collapsed into his body, her face buried in his chest. Her cries were harsh and loud, and her body was shaking violently. The Saiyan didn't know what to do, so he let her cry on him, which was the best thing he could think of to do. After some time, the woman lifted herself off of him and wiped her eyes.

"I'm sorry…." She whispered, her voice hoarse. "It's just…"

"That baka again."

Bulma bit her lower lip again and nodded. "Yeah…"

"What did he do?" Vegeta asked, trying not to sound too interested.

"It doesn't matter… but… if you really want to know…"

"I'm not saying I want to know, woman, I'm saying that if I do kill him, you'll want an excuse." Vegeta smirked as the woman laughed and wiped her eyes again.

"He wouldn't leave me alone… I knew what he wanted, that much was obvious…" She paused, clutching the material again. "I figured I'd give him what he wanted, since I was used to it anyway…" Another pause. "And he had told me he wanted to get back together with me anyway… well… we got in bed and he called me by another woman's name…" A tear fell from her eye and landed on her lap, causing more to come down with it.

Vegeta sat up and leaned towards her, taking her face in his palm. "Woman… you know you deserve better than him, right?" The Saiyan Prince said softly, looking into her eyes. He found himself wanting to kiss her, but could he really trust her that much? He pulled his hand away and stood up, walking upstairs and into his room again. Bulma hadn't gotten to answer his question and he had left her confused and wondering why he had suddenly showed such a weak spot in front of her.