This shall be the last chapter. Enjoy! (:

VPOV

All of the lights were off when I got home, telling me that my mother and everyone else on the block were asleep. Standing on my front porch, I looked across the street to see that there was absolutely no activity going on at Bulma's. I hesitated in front of my door for a few minutes, contemplating whether or not to possibly disturb Bulma's sleep in order to apologize. I figured that it would just make it worse if I were to anger her further, so I opened the door with a sigh and walked up to my room. The chill of my room hit me as I opened the door and turned on the light. I wasn't even a little bit tired. I sighed again, it was definitely going to be a long night.

A couple of hours passed, and I was lying in bed with my eyes wide open. I had meant to go to bed as soon as I got home, but sleep just didn't seem to want to come. A light from across the street came into my window at around midnight, and I got up in hopes that it was Bulma. When I went to my door and looked out, I found that Bulma did indeed seem to be awake. I starred out the window like Bulma's stalker for a few minutes, trying to decide whether to go over there or not. After thinking about how horrible I must had made her felt, I decided that right now was the best time. I opened my window and stood on the edge. Without looking to see how far the drop was, I jumped and landed on the ground in one piece. I mean, I am a Saiyan.

The problem: how to get to Bulma. It was midnight, so I'm sure her mom was asleep. It definitely would be cheesy to throw rocks at the window, and besides, Bulma already used that one. After standing in the cold for a few minutes, thinking, I decided just to go for it and started to climb up to her balcony. I found that climbing up a building was much harder than just jumping down one. I started to give out small groans as I went up the wall. Struggling, but making it up. I thought I was doing pretty well until Bulma's balcony door opened and she starred down at me with a scarred look on her face.

"Oh, Vegeta," She breathed, "It's just you."

"Hello," I said with some strain as I stopped mid climb to look at her, steadily holding on.

After starring at me for a few seconds, probably wondering whether she should help me or not, Bulma started to glare, "Go home, Vegeta." She said coldly with a hint of sadness evident in her voice.

"Wait!" I raised my voice, climbing up the building much faster. After I got over the railing, she was just about to shut the door. I put my foot in between the door and the wall and looked at her. "Please. I want to talk." I was out of breath.

"We've talked enough, and I've been waiting on you all night. For some reason I thought that maybe you'd call or come over when you got home. I was wrong, and I never want to feel what I felt tonight again, Vegeta. Please. Go home." Bulma looked down at my foot, waiting for me to move it.

"I'm not leaving." I said, still looking at her.

Bulma sighed and widened the door for me, "Fine. You can come in, but I'm not talking." As I walked in, she closed the door, "It's okay," I said, "I'll do all of the talking."

Bulma sat down of her bed, making it creak from the added weight. Her blue eyes shined with a mix of anger and curiosity, directed at me as she waited. Even at midnight, her face makeup-less and her hair a mess, wrapped up in her pink pajamas, Bulma looked stunning. It always astonished me how Bulma could so effortlessly look amazing one hundred percent of the time, though I would never admit it. The first time I started thinking like this towards Bulma was the summer before seventh grade. I was sleeping at her house for what seemed like the thousandth time, and we were watching television like two bored, newly-teenaged kids. Bulma laughed at some idiocy on the screen and I shook my head, wondering how she could find humor in something so stupid. She could obviously tell that I wasn't enjoying myself, and so she started to look for little things within the show that she thought I would like. Every time someone got hurt, she would turn towards me as if to say "There you go, Vegeta. This show has violence." As a older teen girl came onto the screen, packed with makeup, Bulma turned to me again and wagged her eyebrows. "Isn't she hot, Vegeta?" Bulma teased, giving a small laugh.

I rolled my eyes, "Oh yeah, that's the kind of girl I like. Someone covered in the crap you call makeup, floundering around in her own stupidity." I looked at Bulma, her eyes showing intensity.

Bulma turned off the TV, "Fine, Vegeta," She said, annoyed that I wasn't joining in on her love for television. We sat in silence, the crunch of potato chips breaking it every once in awhile, "You know," Bulma said finally, "You're going to have to get over you hatred for girls who wear makeup and act stupid. As soon as we start high school, there are going to be girls 'floundering around' everywhere."

"As long as you don't become one of those bimbos, I'll be okay." I said in a grumpy tone, thinking about all of the stupidity that I'd have to live with over the next few years, disgusted.

Bulma stopped eating her chips and smiled at me, "I promise,"

I pulled away from my thoughts to look at Bulma. She was looking away now, trying to find something to do that she didn't think would upset me, and I watched as she did so. At the age of thirteen, her mother still wouldn't allow her to wear makeup, and this allowed Bulma's natural self to shine through. Her unusual blue hair just added to her beauty. In my head, I compared the girl from the TV to the girl in front of me, and realized just how different they were. The unknown girl had a dullness to her, something that I know I would easily get bored with, but the ferocity in Bulma's eyes when she caught me starring promised something different, "Do you have a problem?" She had asked, slightly teasing. At the time of the question, I smirked, thinking about the challenges that I would have to face in order to make sure that Bulma never lost her light, but I was ready.

Now, more than four years later, I could see that I had succeeded at keeping Bulma that same old, hot-headed girl. The glare she gave me know confirmed this.

"Bulma," I started slowly, "You're the biggest bitch I've ever met."

Bulma's eyes widened and quickly filled with rage. She stood from the bed and pushed me towards her balcony door, "Get out!" She said, raising her voice.

I grabbed her wrists to keep her from pushing me again, "Bulma, stop. Listen to me. You're a hot-headed, sarcastic, ferocious bitch." I said, gripping tighter as Bulma struggled to get away, "But if you weren't all of those things, I wouldn't be here right now, fighting for you. You are the only person that I've met that can challenge me." Bulma stopped struggling, and I let her wrists go. She stepped back and crossed her arms, but stared at me with less anger.

"I'm a jerk, and an asshole, and a douchebag, but for some reason you kept being my best friend for all of these years. I've spend most of my time angering you, but it's only because of the feeling I get when I see all of the passion and intensity that comes out of you." I voice started to lower, and Bulma kept quiet in front of me. "I could never be with anyone else but you; everyone else would bore me. You make me feel alive." I swallowed hard at all of the confessions that were coming out of my mouth.

After a few moments of silence, Bulma spoke, "You went to prom with that blonde person."

I nodded, "It was just me trying to get another reaction out of you." I whispered.

Bulma closed her eyes, "What makes you think that I can keep going through so much anger just to fulfill your weird fetish?"

I smirked at her, "Because I know that you crave the same thing, Woman." Bulma stopped talking, but smiled at me moments later.

She sighed, "You're impossible."

"I know," I chuckled, making Bulma give out a small giggle.

We starred at each other for a minute, looking into each others eyes as the smiles faded from our faces,

"No more blonde people?" Bulma asked quietly.

"God, no. I prefer blue." I said, smirking at her again. Bulma laughed. "Besides, that girl was so annoying. I really have no idea what I was thinking."

Bulma smiled, "Good." She sighed again and looked down, "How do we really know that this will work? I mean, we've were together for a whole day before we broke up. That's not really the best way to start a relationship."

"Well if you hadn't started that damn bet." I teased. Bulma looked up at me with a teasing glare. "I guess we don't know, but I've waited too damn long for this to just throw it away after one try."

Bulma smiled and walked towards me. She threw her arms around my neck, and I slowly hugged back.

"But you know I'm still going to be the same jerk. I'll probably anger you at least once a day."

Bulma pulled back to look at me, "Bring it on," She smirked.

THE END. So much cheesiness in this chapter, haha! It's pretty short, but there wasn't much I could do to lengthen it. Thanks everyone for reading! (: