Hello there everyone! Sorry I haven't updated in a little while. I've been going crazy with college stuff and I went on vacation with my boyfriend so I didn't have much time. I really appreciate those of you have reviewed. It means the world to me! I would prefer a couple of more reviews but I'll take what I can! I had made this chapter really long, but I opted for two chapters instead, so the more reviews I get, the sooner I'll post the second part!

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Complication is my claim to fame

I can't believe there' s another, constantly just another

and I can't avoid what I can't control

I'm losing ground, still I can't stand down

I Know, yeah I know… Yeah

I know you stay true when my world is false

everything around's breaking down to chaos

I always see you when my sight is lost

everything around's breaking down to chaos

It's hard to trust anyone again

after all the let downs I've been through,

haunted by what I've been through.

Air's still trapped, while I still can't breathe

and I'm screaming out, give me help somehow

I know, yeah I know… Yeah

Bulma laid underneath of her covers twisting and turning throughout the entire night. It didn't take a genius to figure out that it was Vegeta who had fixed her door. And considering she was a genius she figured it out pretty quickly. She could figure out that he did it, but she could NOT figure out why. Her heart stuttered with confusion and joy. Bulma had nibbled her left ring fingernail almost down to the bone. She couldn't figure it out. She was Bulma Briefs. She could figure everything out. But somehow she couldn't figure Vegeta out. She loved it. It perplexed her and she almost didn't want to solve it, loving the excitement and surprise from all of his actions. One moment he was cruel and condescending to her, and then the next he was doing the nicest thing he had ever done for anyone before, for her!

Bulma chuckled somewhat to herself at such a thought. After all of the romantic dinners and gifts and evenings with Yamcha and other men the most romantic thing she could imagine was Vegeta fixing her bedroom door. "Well that's fucking pathetic…" Bulma sighed outloud to herself. 'Any moron can fix a door. Why is it so amazing that he did it? Just because he's a jerk when he does something actually decent he's automatically off the hook.' It was driving Bulma up a wall. Sure she was immediately attracted to him. How could she not be, he had the body of a God. And she did always have a thing for bad boys. But that was a lust type of thing. But now she was becoming so attached to him and she couldn't figure out why. The more malicious and hurtful he was, the more hooked she became. Feeling that she could change that in him, and already seeing the impact she had on his actions.

Bulma made a deep groan in her throat as she sat up from her bed, completely fed up with her inconsistent thoughts. She liked him. She hated him. She wanted him. She wanted to punch him. She loved him. No, how could she love him? She didn't even like him. She didn't love him. She couldn't love him. No…

She paced around her room in the dark her porcelain skin glowing in the nighttime twilight. She turned on her heel staring at the obnoxious red numbers on her alarm clock, which read 4:00 AM. Another sleepless night unraveled. She grabbed her royal blue silk tiny robe tying it around her barely dressed body. 'I need a fucking drink' Bulma mumbled to herself while rubbing her eyes with a yawn. She approached the kitchen dimly lit from the sun rising ever so slowly. She opened the fridge bending inward to grab a water bottle. She twisted the cap off taking a swig and unconsciously making a satisfied sigh. She shut the door and as she turned she slammed directly into something hard and smooth. She accidentally dropped the water bottle all over herself and yelped quietly before realizing it was only Vegeta.

"Christ Vegeta, why do you always have to sneak up on me," Bulma sighed staring at him. He was scowling, but not as terrible as usual. Suddenly his eyes roamed across her body realizing that the water had soaked up any small amount of clothing she had on and he could see almost as well as what he had seen in the shower.

"It's not my fault you're so damn jumpy all of the time," Vegeta finally replied gruffly. They hadn't moved away from each other yet. The silence was defeaning and finally Vegeta turned away from her sitting down at the table. Bulma went to the sink to grab a dishtowel trying to dry herself off in vain.

"What are you doing awake anyhow?" Bulma asked throwing the dishtowel on the counter in defeat slipping into the seat across the table from him. She leaned her chin on the palm of her hand staring at him. She was surprised to see that he wasn't frowning or glaring. He didn't look happy (he probably never would) but he didn't seem pissed off. If anything he appeared to be perplexed.

"I could ask you the same question," Vegeta answered curtly, staring directly into her eyes.

"I couldn't sleep," Bulma replied nibbling on her lip hoping he didn't know she couldn't sleep because of him. She looked away getting nervous when he stared right into her eyes. She could never read what his eyes said, and it scared her.

"I was training," Vegeta also admitted.

"Training? At this hour? God Vegeta don't you think that's a little excessive?" Bulma spit out before she could stop herself, immediately regretting it. The frown and the anger came back onto his face.

"No it's not excessive. I must reach the ultimate and at whatever cost," He growled crossing his arms over his chest and sitting back into the chair.

"You know," Bulma sat up placing her blue locks behind her ears. "I really do admire you for really giving everything you have to reach that goal. You must want it really bad, huh?" Her eyes sparkled with interest and intrigue.

Vegeta sat, the scowl turning into a confused frown. She admired him. For once Vegeta had no idea how to respond. He was amazed at her thoughts. Usually she just bitched about whatever for 3 hours. Mostly about that flea she was dating. But now she was actually interested in what he lived for. His stomach knotted up again. He hated these feelings he was having. He didn't know what they were, but they sucked. 'What the fuck is wrong with me. Why can't I just snap her pale neck and get her out of my thoughts. That white smooth neck… full lips… fuck! Shut up.'

"No, you think so?" Vegeta replied with sarcasm. If in doubt reply with malice or sarcasm. That was always his best cover up. Usually she would scream at him about how he was an asshole or she would start wailing and run away. So he hoped his response would cause such a reaction. Instead she stared, still very calmly, at him.

"You'll get it eventually Vegeta. Goku did it, I'm positive you can too. Don't let it get to you," Bulma replied carefully ignoring his response. 'Why does he always have to have his shield up and act like an asshole to make everyone go away?'

"Don't let it get to me? Are you fucking kidding? It is my destiny. I should have been a Super Saiyan immediately, and instead this third class clown piece of shit has reached it before me, and then that purple headed punk who 'claims' to be Saiyan…" He was practically yelling, not really at her but in general. Bulma flinched slightly before replying.

"Well maybe you haven't reached it yet, not because you aren't strong enough or most powerful or whatever, maybe it's because Goku and that kid actually have something worth fighting for. Goku has a family and a son, a home, and friends. He has everything. That boy wants to save his own future. The only reason you want to reach Super Saiyan is to prove your birthright and that you are strongest, but maybe it is much more than just being strong…" Bulma started to yell at first getting irritated with his tone and then progressing into a soft statement.

Vegeta sat there practically gaping at her insight. He had never thought of any of those things before. Vegeta's only desire to live was so that he could kill Frieza and surpass Kakkarott. Frieza was already dead, and after he surpassed Kakkarott, then what? Was that the only thing he looked forward to in life? He didn't have anything worth fighting for. A disintegrated empire that he should be king of, was gone forever. Even after he destroyed this planet then what? He began to panic. She was actually right. This entire time he thought having emotions was a sign of weakness meanwhile it was the secret to all of the strength in the world.

Bulma had leaned across the table and gently touched his arm. She saw the mental breakdown he was having and felt for him. She assumed he would have tossed her arm away from him and left the room but he sat there just staring at her delicate hand touching his arm. He looked at it as if it was something so foreign and incomprehensible. He was trembling. Several months ago he would have snapper her arm off and punched her with it. What had happened? Where had he gone wrong? Why was he so different? He had done everything he was supposed to in order for her to hate him just like everyone else and to fear him. But she didn't. She admired him. He wanted to blast her into the next dimension and kiss her all at once.

They sat in silence for the longest time. He finally looked over staring at her eyes. 'Why does she care so much… why… All I have done is treated her like shit… I'm a coldhearted murderer and she is touching my arm and staring at me with compassion… why…'

A gentle voice, that was rarely heard, tore him away from his thoughts. "Vegeta you're bleeding…" Bulma stated. He looked down at his hand he had been clenching his fists so tightly from raking his brain that he had dug his nails practically into his bones. Her arm was still touching his and he couldn't stop trembling from the way it felt. He had to say something… anything. He was appearing weird to her. He couldn't show that he was having racing thoughts in his mind.

"So," Vegeta replied so roughly, that any other person in the world would have ran away crying. Instead Bulma got up, taking her hand off of him and grabbing the drying cloth she had used a couple of moments ago. She returned with soap and water on it and as she went to go touch his hand he moved it away from her.

"Vegeta, let me help you…" Bulma sighed with a frown as she stared into his tumultuous black eyes.

"Why?" Vegeta asked suddenly the angry shield being thrust over him from her.

"Because," she said getting irritated, "It could get infected!"

"You crazy woman, I've had ki blasts through my stomach and you're worried about a mere flesh wound getting infected?" Vegeta roared almost embarrassed that she didn't think he could handle a small cut on his hand.

"QUIT BEING A JACKASS AND LET ME HELP YOU!" Bulma was screaming at him now she went to reach for his hand until Vegeta's other hand reached for her wrist now holding it firmly. He stared at her seeing her distress and emotional breakdown evident. She swallowed hard as her eyes started to get glassy. He waited for the wailing and bitching to begin, but it never did.

"WHY DO YOU WANT TO HELP ME?" Vegeta screamed back at her. It had grown silent and he could see her lower lip trembling. Not from fear, from something else. "Why don't you hate me? Why aren't you scared of me like everyone else?" He demanded with frustation. "I have done everything to make you hate me and you don't. WHY?"

Tears that had been threatening to spill over Bulma's eyelids crashed down her cheeks. He was still holding her wrist. She could see the confusion and frustration he was having. But could he see the same emotions mirrored in her eyes? "I-I don't know," Bulma practically whispered. She swallowed hard. She wasn't going to let Vegeta see her break down. "Well all I have done is treat you with respect, compassion, and kindness. I give you a place to stay, food to eat, a fucking room to train in, and you still hate me. Do you want me to treat you like shit like everyone else does?" Bulma was screaming now trying to rip her wrist from his hand but he wouldn't let go.

"YES!" Vegeta bellowed in her face, his only a few inches away from hers.

"WHY? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHY DO YOU WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE SHIT?" Bulma yelled back with as much anger.

"Because that's what I'm used to! Everyone hates me and I'm just fine with that. I was just fucking fine with my life until you started to fuck with me!"

"EXCUSE ME? ME FUCK WITH YOU? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I AM NOT FUCKING WITH YOU VEGETA! I AM NOT DOING ANYTHING TO YOU! YOU NEED TO REALIZE THAT NOT EVERYONE IS OUT TO GET YOU! AND THAT I HAVE A NAME!" Bulma had managed to rip her hand out of his (because he had obviously allowed it to happen) and went to leave the room because she was too pissed off to even continue the so called conversation. Before she could leave he grabbed her waist roughly and pulled her to him. She gasped at the sudden thud her body made against his. His face was touching hers, and her azure eyes widened. Bulma didn't want him to see the fear evident and continued with what she was saying.

"Asshole! Somebody actually gives a shit if you blow yourself up in the gravity room or if you don't get enough sleep. Get over it! It's not the end of the world. Someone actually cares! You aren't afraid of Frieza or hell or any of that shit. You're scared of somebody actually giving a shit and you letting them down! Well Congratulations your highness!"

Vegeta was silent, amazed by her courage to stand up against him. She continued you to yell at him and pour her soul onto the kitchen table, as tears couldn't help themselves from falling down her cheeks and rolling across her lips. His frown softened somewhat. He didn't like seeing her like this.

"Bulma, why do you give a shit?" Vegeta finally asked, anger and confusion laced between vowels through gritted teeth. Bulma tried to hide the shock of her name leaving his lips.

"Because…"

Vegeta would never know Bulma's full answer. Neither were sure who had leaned in first or who had closed the gap between them. It didn't matter. Their lips crashed together, bodies colliding and arms tangling. His hand with blood dried on it tangled into her blue hair as her delicate white arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Vegeta pressed her against the kitchen wall while their tongues roamed around each others mouths and his hands ran down her sides and gripped around her waist. Bulma softly moaned into the kiss as it deepened and she needed air. She was too scared to pull away. Scared that one break for air would push him away further than he had ever been. Before she could pull away for a breath he was gone as fast as it had happened. Bulma leaned back into the kitchen wall gasping for air and touching her fingers to her lips to confirm that it had actually just happened. She threw her face in her hands and slid down the wall letting the cry finally escape her swollen lips.

Vegeta locked himself in the gravity room hating himself for what had just happened. What had just happened? He hated her. He hated her more than anything. More than Kakkarott. More than Frieza. More than anything. He hated her almost as much as he hated himself, for letting this happen, and enjoying it so much that his judgment was almost permanently clouded. How did he go wrong?

How did this feel so right?

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