Okay I got a suggestion last chapter that I should put a line when I change from Bulma's point of view to Vegeta's so it's less confusing so I will. Also I'm really happy that all you people are reading my story, seriously, I keep bragging to my mom about how many people say they liked it. :D Anyway, I hope you'll read this chapter and comment; I accept constructive criticism and just plain compliments but don't be mean. D{ Wow this is long, now you see why I don't write a little author's comment thingy every chapter, I ramble. :D Anyway, here's tha chapter enjoy.

Chapter 7

I have got to get off this planet. That was the first thing Vegeta thought as he woke up in the giant fluffy pink bed, the pillows were heart shaped and the walls were the ugliest shade of purple he had ever seen. Vegeta had never been the type to care about how aesthetically pleasing someplace was; he didn't really care as long it was big and comfortable, but this place was ridiculously ugly.

Vegeta tried to avert his eyes as he got dressed, even that stupid woman would be disgusted with this place, he thought absentmindedly, or she'd laugh. He smirked; yes, she'd probably laugh at me for, ever staying in a place like…he stopped himself. What the hell was he thinking? He was never going to see that woman again, he would go back to earth, to get the dragon balls of course, but he had no intention of running into her.

Vegeta looked ahead determinedly trying not to look at anything in particular, afraid that if he did he might try to set it on fire just to see if it would turn a normal color. I've got to ask if they have a spaceship I can use, he thought as he opened the door to the dining room, he had got an extensive tour the night before. I've got to leave as soon as possible so I can get those dragon balls.

He entered the dining room and saw Turo passionately kissing his wife on the table. "I would like breakfast!" Vegeta said loudly, Turo stood up and turned around. He didn't seem embarrassed at all, neither did his wife, who Vegeta had only glanced at the night before. She looked basically like Turo, except she had delicate pink skin and dark maroon colored hair and black eyes. She was also much taller than Turo, almost five inches.

"Good morning Prince, my wife Guyik will get dinner ready momentarily." The woman nodded and smiled brightly, "Why don't you too talk while I get finish," She said, she turned to her husband and he gave her a deep kiss before letting her go. Vegeta looked away and irritably sat down at the table, he felt more than awkward with all the open affection, even the earthings hadn't been this disgusting. I'm starting to despise this planet more and more, he thought glaring at Turo, who didn't seem to notice.

"How are you enjoying your stay here?" Turo asked, leaning back in his chair and resting his feet comfortably on the neon pink table. Vegeta smirked at him in disgust, the people on this planet had no manners. "I'd like to leave as soon as possible actually," Vegeta said bluntly, glaring at him. Turo chuckled to himself, smiling brightly, "I had a feeling you would, I image you have a wife of your own waiting at home." Vegeta snorted.

"As if I would ever tie myself down with something as trivial as a woman, when I need to produce an heir I will find a suitable female to mate with then take my son and leave to train him when he's old enough." For the first time Turo looked shocked, Vegeta grinned mockingly, it felt good to see that cheerful look wiped off of his host's face.

"My prince! How could you say such a thing?" Suddenly Turo stopped, a smile appearing on his face, "Ah, I see, you have never felt the warm touch of love. If you had you woudn't talk like that." Vegeta scowled, "Hmph! Love? What nonsense, love doesn't exist," Turo sighed, taking his feet off the table and leaning in towards Vegeta earnestly.

"You know, on this planet we hold love very high on our list of values. Here you cannot be considered a man until you have loved; it is the same for the women. Because in our species, only when you have found true love do you gain a special ability. Everyone on this planet has one, mine happens to be the ability to make cloth out of sand. Not a very useful ability in battle, but for a merchant as I used to e, it is a great gift. My wife has the ability to make anything edible. Now we don't have powers useful in battle but there are plenty of people with the ability to breathe fire or bend metal."

Vegeta blinked, he was staring to understand why his father had allied with this planet, although why they had ever need protection was beyond him, they sounded perfectly capable of taking care of themselves. "Now you may be wondering why we would need your people's help in wars and protection. The problem is, true love is rare, most people go through their whole lives never finding it, and others find it but deny it and lose their chance. So those who have found their love flaunt it, because it is a rare and valuable thing. Even if you do not gain special powers from finding love in your species, it still holds worth. Love changes you, without exception, you should find love. You'll become a better person because of it."

Vegeta smirked at him, yeah right. Weaklings. Vegeta turned when he heard the door open and Turo's wife walked in holding a huge plate of pink and blue food. Vegeta grimaced, why did everything on this planet have to be those awful colors?

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"Hey baby, you want to go to karaoke with me?" A guy in a leather jacket and a shaved head came up to Bulma, who had just come out of the mall, her arms full of shopping bags. She looked him up and down slowly, "Nope." She said finally walking away. He flushed red with embarrassment and grabbed her arm, she looked at him, getting angry now.

"Let go of me," she said, glaring at him. He smiled, "Aw come on now sweety, don't be like that. You know I'm a real nice guy if you'd just take the time to get to know me." He smiled, showing two missing teeth and Bulma made a disgusted sound.

"As if I'd go out with an ugly guy like you! Do you even know who I am?" She said, her face turning red with anger. That's when he noticed the jacket she was wearing, it had the Capsule Corps logo on it.

"Oh, you work for Capsule Corps then? What are you? A secretary?" Bulma smiled. "I'm Bulma Breifs," She said simply, he immediately let go of her arm.

He got down on his knees a frightened look on his face, "I'm so sorry, uh, ma'am. I had no idea, I'm so sorry," Bulma smiled. Everyone knew that if you messed with Bulma Breifs you'll never be able to work anywhere. Capsule Corps owned most of the city.

'I forgive you, but if a girl says no she means 'no' remember that." She said haughtily sauntering off with a satisfied look on her face. She loved the feeling she got when they got to their knees like that, she liked feeling in control.

Bulma sighed when she had gotten all her bags in the hover car. It had been almost a year since he left but she still hasn't found a boyfriend. "What's wrong with me? Usually I have at least ten guys that I can go out with," but she knew why she wasn't dating anyone. None of them seemed good enough anymore, either they were too ugly, or too stupid or too weak, no one was good enough.

Bulma shook her head, clearing her thoughts and drove home in silence. She reached her house and had the servant robots carry her bags for her. As she stepped into the living room she saw Yamcha asleep on the couch and she smiled. She quiet grabbed a blanket and threw it over him, but before she could walk away he grabbed her by the writ and pulled her down on top of him. "Hmmm," He murmured and Bulma blushed. "Hmm, Kiki, you smell so nice," he murmured in his sleep and Bulma smacked him across the face.

"Let go of me you fool!" She screamed and Yamcha opened his eyes in fright. "Oh I'm so sorry Bulma, I thought you were Kiki!" Kiki was his new girlfriend, Bulma had only seen her about twice but even without talking too her for long she could tell that the girl was a complete idiot. She suits Yamcha perfectly, she thought uncharitably.

"Whatever, see you later Yamcha," she said walking out of the room quickly her hands balled into fists. Why was it that everyone seems to be able to move on but me? She sighed as she kicked off her shoes and looked herself in the mirror.

"I'm damn beautiful and sexy," she said not feeling any embarrassment at all. It was true, over the past year she had grown even better looking than she had been before. Suddenly she smiled, turning away from the mirror and stretching.

"You know, I bet that if I really wanted to, I could take Yamcha back." She froze for a moment, her conscious suddenly catching up with her. Wasn't that a really mean thing to do? I don't want to hurt Yamcha, he was my first official boyfriend. Bulma shook her head, no it doesn't matter. I won't hurt him, I'll stay with him, I'll probably never see that guy ever again so I might as well settle for Yamcha.

Bulma fell back onto her bed and closed her eyes. She just felt like having something of her own for once, something or someone that saw only her. Was that too much to ask?