Chapter four. I'm trying to write quickly and well. It's hard to do! Be nice to me please T-T second story. I'm still getting the hang of this writing thing. ENJOY. If you don't there's no point in reading it!

Bulma kept away from Vegeta. There were some times she couldn't avoid him, meal times were her living hell. She'd eat quickly and leave as soon as she could. She'd bump into him in the halls, and try as he might; no matter what he told her to do she would just ignore him and get away as fast as she could.

She didn't know what was going on; she couldn't get that kiss out of her head. Every time she sat down to do something her thoughts turned to Vegeta.

"Damn it all!" she growled slightly, annoyed with herself, what was going on? Why couldn't she just forget about him? She wanted to go home and just forget. She sighed and went into the lab. Try as she might, nothing distracted her. After Vegeta had been caught in her little prank he'd been as angry as ever. He'd been trying to get back at her, and even as oblivious as Bulma was, she knew how to avoid being pranked. After avoiding another feeble attempt to get back at her, Vegeta walked into her room fuming.

"How is it possible that someone so oblivious and stupid can avoid EVER SINGLE attempt made to prank them back?! It doesn't make any fu.."

"SHHHHH Vegeta! You're so loud! Geez…I'm trying to sleep here. I don't get this pretty by not sleeping," she put her hands over her ears a moment and rolled onto her side, facing away from him.

"Oh no you don't, you've skipped everything but meals for almost two weeks! It's time to stop being a child, get your ugly ass out of bed and do something useful!"

"Don't be mean just because I have a sexy ass and you don't," she yawned and turned to stretch out. She closed her eyes and snuggled into her bed more

"Five more minutes…"

Vegeta growled, walked over grabbed her by the arms and picked her up, setting her on her feet

"Get dressed; you have three minutes to meet me in the throne room,"
"But it'll take me at least five to get ready, then another two to find my way around, come on Vegeta, have a little mercy,"

She mock pouted, just trying to make him angry

"Just be there in less than ten minutes or I'll come and drag you there, am I understood woman? Just get ready and be there,"

Vegeta let go of her arm and walked out of the room. He didn't understand why she was so insufferable. It was driving him crazy; no she was driving him crazy, in more ways than one. Sighing lightly he was on his way to the throne room. He had decided that since she hadn't done anything stupid for the past two weeks he'd let her see her parents. They had come to visit anyways, and he couldn't turn them away, because her mother was a person who knew how to get what she wanted. He didn't want to be in the same room as them, so he decided to go back to Bulma's room and just wait outside for her to be done getting ready. He leaned against the wall right outside the slightly open door and just listened to what she was doing.

Bulma let out a breath as soon as he was gone, she got up and sighed. She couldn't get him out of her head

"I promised myself this wouldn't happen…come on Bulma…he's not even nice to you,"

Continuing to talk to herself while she got dressed and ready she said

"He may be rude and arrogant, and a cold hearted bastard at time, but he's also mysterious and kind of really sexy…and underneath all that arrogance and rudeness…he's not that bad…wait wait, you're rationalizing! He kidnapped you remember? Oh but I've had more fun here in the past few weeks than I have my whole entire life…" she sighed slightly angry at herself. One for starting to like this guy and two because she didn't have shoes that matched the outfit she was going to wear. She picked a new outfit, got her shoes on and headed to the throne room; she walked out her door and came face to chest with Vegeta

"owww…I thought you were going to be waiting for me downstairs…it's only been like seven minutes Vegeta…"

She rubbed her forehead and pouted slightly. His chest was harder than a rock, it hurt.

"Yes, well you were taking too long, come on woman. I have a surprise for you," he smirked slightly as he led her to the throne room. So she thought he was mysterious and sexy huh. He could use that to his advantage.

"A surprise? You aren't going to try to prank me again are you? Come on Vegeta, it was just a joke…my mechanical spider that shot out energy waves and green slime that may or may not have been slightly poisonous couldn't have hurt you…that badly…" she put a hand on the back of her head and smiled guiltily.

"Slightly what!? Oh, woman you are lucky I didn't get sick from that stupid invention of yours! Trying to kill me, that is just pitiful. At least let me see your face if you're going to kill me!"

Bulma giggled slightly, she couldn't help it. He actually believed her? Vegeta glanced back at her and raised an eyebrow

"You should laugh more. Instead of arguing and yelling at me, it's a very nice change, not as obnoxious"

Bulma just rolled her eyes lightly and after a moment said

"Are we there yet? Your stupid castle is so big it takes us forever to get where we're going,"

"Oh stop your complaining," he opened the door to the throne room and let her go in first "you can thank me later,"

He didn't want to be in the room so he just shut the door and listened to her excited clap. He listened to her run over to her parents and he thought he heard her say something about him not being such a bad guy after all. He smiled inwardly, there. Mission accomplished. Now she didn't just hate him anymore. She was cooling down. Vegeta smirked to himself as he walked back to his room, maybe he couldn't tame her in the way he was originally planning to. Maybe he could tame her in another way, his thoughts were going all over the place, reasoning. The prince always got what he wanted. And he knew what he wanted now. Her.

After hours and hours of being with her parents Bulma was sad to hear they had to leave

"But you just got here, can't you just stay a little longer?"

"No dear, we're sorry. We just stopped here on the way to your father's meeting with his old friend that lives in the next city over. We'll be there for almost a month, and then we'll come see you again, is that alright?" Her mother hugged her and smiled.

"Of course, thank you for coming to see me now, I can't believe Vegeta let me see you guys. He's not too fond of me…."

Her father chuckled and her mother just shook her head

"Bulma, that boy is very fond of you. And even though he did take you from us…aren't you happier here? More excited? You've always been the curious, adventurous one in the family…maybe this was a good thing. Maybe you should forgive him for doing something stupid, and try to be his friend, it might turn out wonderful!" her mother was smiling brightly.

"Alright, thank you mother, father. I'll see you when you get back,"

"Good bye dear," she hugged both her parents and smiled as she watched them leave.

She thought about what her mother had said

"His…friend? I guess I can do that much…but I don't take Vegeta to be the kind of guy to,"

"To what woman? Have friends? Be capable of such a task of making a friend?" Vegeta was leaning against the wall, spying on the dark part of the wall. He glared at her, a glare that dared her to insult and challenge him.

Bulma jumped, she hadn't noticed him there, and she put a hand on her heart to slow it down

"Actually I was going to say I didn't think you were the kind of guy who wanted friends, i don't know...you just don't seem like the friend type," she shrugs and then smiles at him brightly

"And before I forget; thank you, for letting me see my parents. It means a lot, i was so surprised when i saw them earlier, you could have stayed you know."

Vegeta just waved it off

"Your mother threatened me…that is the only reason why it happened, and i didn't want to interupt your reuinion time with your all too happy parents.." he blushed slightly because he had also done it because he knew it would make her happy.

"Whatever the reason," and she suspected it was more than just a threat from her mother, "Thank you," she walked over to him and hugged him softly, just for a moment.

Vegeta couldn't help holding his breath, she had hugged him, made physical contact with him of her own free will, and she wasn't hitting him. It was a strange thing. Bulma backed up slightly and blushed lightly

"Sorry…that's just what I do when I'm thankful and happy… I uh…I'll just be going…" she turned to leave but he grabbed her arm

"Woman, wait," he couldn't let her go now; he wanted to stay and talk to her. He had two things he needed to tell her.

"Hm?" Bulma turned and blushed because his hand was still touching her. It felt like it was on fire, the contact between them. She couldn't help but shiver when he moved his hand down her arm then away from her. She tried to talk but her voice cracked, she cleared her throat

"What is it you need?"

He wanted to say, 'You'

What he actually said was

"I needed to tell you that I'm leaving tomorrow. My father is away on a distant planet and he needs me at once. So I'll be heading out there tomorrow morning, I needed you to promise me something," he looked her in the eyes. He knew she was someone who kept their word, and kept it very seriously.

"Sure…"

"Promise me you'll be here when I get back, no running away, no escape plans, and no blowing up my house with a stupid invention?"

She thought a moment then smiled just slightly

"Sure. I promise, although if I do blow up your house…can I help you re-decorate it when you build a new one?"

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, then said sarcastically

"Oh sure, and while we're at it, I'll just build you a new lab somewhere far away so that it never happens again,"

Bulma couldn't help but like the way he had said 'we' like they were in this together. She snapped out of it and backed away from him a step

"I'll be here when you get back…I promise, uh I'll see you off tomorrow," she blushed and added quickly

"I mean if you want me too. It's not that I want to be there or anything I mean a girl needs her rest, but since I'm your prisoner and all I figure I might have to do as you say and.."

He shushed her by interupting and shaking his head quickly enough to make her stop a moment confused.

"You talk WAY too much. I'll see you tomorrow morning, woman."

Bulma scowled and turned away from him, muttering something about how she had a name and he should learn it.

"Goodnight, Vegeta." She said and went to her room. Vegeta watched her go then leaned against the side of the door. He didn't get to tell her the second thing.

"Also, I think I'm starting to feel something really stupid and weak for you…whatever this is…I don't think I've quite got it down. Stupid woman…stupid body telling me to feel things…it makes me weak. Then again not feeling anything for my mother is what made my father weak. Perhaps he was wrong all along,"

Vegeta went to train for a while before going to bed. He just couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen while he was gone. Something bad, that then got good. What made him feel like that he didn't know? He shook his head and slipped into his bed. He'd find out soon enough.

The next morning came and Bulma was at the spaceship before Vegeta was. Usually she was late, so it came as a surprise.

"I didn't think you'd actually come," he admitted as he walked over to her.

"Of course I came….I wanted to uh…not apologize but say that I won't be pranking you anymore…or be trying to harm you physically every time the chance comes up anymore…." She didn't sleep at all the night before. She was thinking about him, and what her mom said. She was beginning to think being his friend might not be terrible.

"Finally, you've gotten some sense knocked into you. Who was it? so that I can thank them with a parade,"

"It was me, do I get a parade?"

He scoffed and shook his head

"You're ridiculous,"

"You know you love it," she wasn't sure what to feel, sad he was leaving? She'd wanted him to leave for a while…but she'd promised him she would stay. If she was being honest with herself, she was a little tired of being angry at him all the time. She wasn't going to just let it slide and them be all buddy, buddy so soon. But she was willing to at least try to get to know him a little, before she judged him completely. She was still angry, but it was simmering down.

"I'm leaving. Remember your promise. I'll return the day after tomorrow,"

"Your birthday," she said thinking of the date.

"Hn. Goodbye." He walked onto the ship and took off, not looking back at he because he knew he'd want to stop and go back. His mind told him she was annoying and obnoxious. But she was also the only person he felt he could be around. She was different. And that's what he needed, something different in his all too familiar life. He needed change, and that's what she was.

"Damn it. You're a Prince, you can do whatever you want, have whatever you want, anything. And the thing you want most is right there but you don't reach out to take it?" he sighed frustrated. He hated that she made him feel so confused and vulnerable. He wasn't his normal self around her. He didn't know what he was going to do but he knew when he got back things were going to be different. Very different.