Chapter Seven

They stepped out of the rave at twilight. Almost everyone was gone already. Bulma was exhausted. She leaned on Vegeta for support. She could not believe that they had danced all night. Vegeta was a wonderful dancer, and she was surprised that he danced for so long. She shivered a little and she felt Vegeta flare his ki out, surrounding her. She grabbed his arm tightly and closed her eyes.

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Vegeta looked down at the woman on his arm. She was still beautiful, even after hours of dancing. "Time to go home, Little One," he said gently.

He picked her up in his arms and flew off. She put her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. He could tell by her breathing that she was already asleep. He sighted the house and sighed. The night was over. Or was it?

Vegeta grinned and picked up speed, passing over the house in a flash. He felt the woman shiver more in his arms as the cool air brush across her skin, so he flared his ki more to keep her warm. "You're in for a surprise, Little One," he whispered.

He landed on the shore of a small island. It overlooked the ocean and the rising sun. Behind them was a lush forest, filled with wild animals. In the center of the island there were crystal caves. He came here often to think about his life. He placed Bulma gently on the sand and shook her awake.

Bulma opened her big blue eyes and stared around her. A confused look came over her face. She noticed that Vegeta was studying her. "Where are we, Vegeta?" she asked him, sitting up.

"A small island in the middle of no where," he replied.

"Oh," she said.

There was a long period of silence. Neither of them knew what to say. Finally, Vegeta broke the silence, saying, "I thought you'd like to see the sunrise."

Bulma looked at him surprised. "Yeah, sure," she said, smiling.

She turned and looked out over the ocean towards the sun. It was just starting to peak out of the ocean. She motioned for Vegeta to sit next to her and he did. She leaned against him, placing her head on his shoulder. He pulled her close.

Bulma sighed and closed her eyes. This felt right. She didn't know what took her so long. She had been in denial all this time. Maybe there was a reason for those nightly arguments they had. She smiled. "Vegeta . . . ." she whispered before she fell asleep.

Vegeta looked down at her. Her breathing indicated that she was sleeping again. He kissed her softly on her head and lay back in the sand. She wrapped her arms around his body and placed her head on his chest. He placed a hand on her head and played with her hair. "What are you doing to me?" he whispered before he drifted off to sleep.

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Vegeta woke with the woman gone. The sun was high over head. "Must be lunch time," he thought. He stretched out his arms and yawned.

He got up and made his way to the capsule house. That woman: she was ready for anything. He shook his head and opened the door. His nostrils were invaded by the smell of food. His mouth watered as he sat down on at the table and watched the woman busily making lunch. She was dressed in a clean pair of jeans and a T-shirt, her hair loosely bunched on her head. She had still not noticed him. He watched her as she cursed herself for burning her finger on the hot pan.

"Stupid woman," he said.

She turned around, surprised to see him. "Vegeta! How long have you been there?"

"Long enough to see you burn yourself, baka," he said getting up and making his way to her she. She glared at him, but he totally ignored her, grabbing her hand to investigate it. The burn was not that bad; it made her skin turn a bright red, but she would live. He put her hand down and sat down at the table again. "Hurry up, woman. I'm hungry," he said, wanting to get into a fight.

She glared at him. "I'm not your servant, baka!" she said, placing her hands on her hips.

"Woman, I'm the Prince of the Saiyan's. You will obey me," he said.

"Vegetable Head, I don't care if you're the Prince of the fucking Universe, I still won't obey you," she said. She turned back to the food and took her time.

"Woman, don't turn your back on me."

"Would you like me to burn the food, Veg-Head?" she said looking at him over her shoulder.

Vegeta knew he was caught now. He hmphed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I thought so," she said triumphantly.

They shared a companionable silence as Bulma worked and Vegeta watched her. She was acutely aware of Vegeta staring at her. She started to hum a song that she had heard a while back:

Let's give them something to talk about
A little mystery to figure out
Let's give them something to talk about
How about love, love, love!

"Woman, you can't hold a tune; what are you humming about?" Vegeta said trying to get her into a verbal spar.

Bulma turned to him smiling and hurled one of the empty pots at him. He easily dodged it and smirked back at her. "You missed, woman," he said emphasizing the woman' part. He knew that caught her attention because she stiffened and looked at him, a look of pure death on her face.

"I told you my name is Bulma!" she screamed, gripping the knife she was using tightly.

He just smirked and said, "Don't have a temper tantrum, woman. I'll call you whatever I want." He turned away from her and looked out the capsule window.

"Damn it, Vegeta! If you're going to act like this then I'm just going to go home," she said slamming the knife down on the cutting board. She took off her apron and turned off the burners of the stove. She stormed out of the house and Vegeta heard a capsule open and then she was gone.

Vegeta frowned to himself. He didn't think she'd take it that bad. He got up and followed her.

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Bulma felt the tears stream down her face, but she drove on. "Why does he always have to act like this?" she thought. Always antagonizing her, pushing her to the brink of her temper. She thought that last night might have meant something to him, but no, he was still his asshole self. She pushed her foot further down and the air car jumped forward. She didn't know where she was going, but she needed to get away from him, away from her feelings for him.

"Woman, you're going in the wrong direction," Vegeta said next to her.

Bulma slammed on the brakes and turned to look at him. "Get out of my car! I don't give a damn if I'm going in the wrong direction! As long as you're not there, then it's the best direction for me to go!" she blew up.

Vegeta, startled, got out of the car. He looked at her coldly. "If that's the way you feel, woman, than that's fine with me," he said and he flew off in the opposite direction.

Bulma shifted and put her foot on the gas. She sped off in the direction she was going, the tears still flowing down her face.