A/N: all i can say is that i am SOOO SORRY!!! COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY DISAPPOINTED IN MYSELF AND THAT U CAN ALL HATE ME!!!it's been months since my last update and i wanna die in a corner of shame. so please, my loyal readers, forgive me and i hope that this chap makes up for it. im truely sorry from the bottom of my heart and hope u understand and hope that i won't ever do this again (accept when my exams start...ouch...) i hope to update really soon and get back on track with fanfic n stuff. well thats all i have to say other than thank u to all my reviews, u guys are wonderful and im sorry to keep u waiting for so long...:C
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Disclaimer : i do not own DBZ or any of it's character they belong to Akira Toriyama, i take no credit for this work and please dont sue me, its just harmless fanfic!
"Puar, shut up!"
"But Yamcha…" the ex-bandit quickly covered his tiny companion's mouth before he gave away their position.
"Puar, ssshhhhh, don't worry ok, just don't say a word!" the cute little blue cat, discouragingly rested on Yamcha's shoulders and whimpered as the two descended upwards.
The room was dim, even though it was a sunny day outside. Yamcha quietly tiptoed into shadows and cautiously made his way round the room, careful not to knock anything over.
"Ok Puar you gotta leave now, sorry little guy."
"Ok Yamcha, but don't be too long, promise?"
"Don't worry, you can count on me!" Yamcha gave his friend a reassuring thumb up as he gestured for Puar to leave. Puar gave his life long friend a small fragile smile before exiting the room, leaving Yamcha to just sit, and wait.
The hot air swirled around her head, producing sweat drops that accumulated around her forehead. She absentmindedly brushed them off, not even the scorching hot air could distract her from her thoughts. Bulma closed her eyes and sighed. The one topic that she had tried to avoid, and successfully had, until now, was churning her mind vigorously.
"Stupid dream…" she muttered to no one in particular. It had been months since she had even thought of the stupid prince. Yet that evening she had had the most genuine, arousing dream ever, with Vegeta! Not Yamcha, her boyfriend, but that arrogant son of a bitch! But the dream…it was just so real. She could still feel his hot hands tracing her curves, igniting every inch of them until he reached her firm breast where he started to massage them roughly, just the way she liked it….then his astonishingly soft lips captured hers in a passionate kiss that made her heart almost jump out of her chest-
"ARGH!" the feeling of pain venomously pricked her body, making her drop the hot hairdryer to the floor.
"Shit" the heiress mumbled as she ran her fingers underneath refreshingly cool water.
"Shit, shit, shit!" why did she have to dream about him again? It was such a pain, arousing unwanted and forgotten feelings, even when he wasn't even present on the planet he still found a way to make her life complicated, it was his specialty. Yet why was she letting him affect her so?
'The bastard didn't even say goodbye.' Bulma dried her slightly red fingers and ran them through her big bush of hair.
'Urgh, what was I thinking getting this done?' Bulma gave a look of pure disgust at her reflection as she examined her afro from every angle. She remembered vaguely sitting at the hair dressers with Yamcha. They were just goofing off, flicking randomly through some magazines when they came across afros.
"Oh Bulma, check this out! Babe you would look so hot if you had a fro, I mean you look hot no matter what, don't get me wrong, but a fro is so unique and would totally suit you!"
"You think Yamcha?"
"Totally babe!"
'…What was I thinking?' Bulma sighed; she knew what she was thinking. It was only a month or a bit after Yamcha got back, and she had wanted to do everything and anything to take her mind of a certain prince, and made herself believe if she spent more time with Yamcha, flirting, making him happy and just getting lost in him, the Saiyan would surely disappear. And he did, but now, with brut force he had vehemently pushed himself into her mind, and would not leave.
"Typical, always the stubborn one." Bulma closed her eyes, it was killing her inside, she had to admit it, she wanted him so bad right now, yet her mind was screaming no! He is an asshole who would never be committed nor even regard her, plus there was Yamcha to consider. She couldn't just ditch him, he was special to her, and they were great as a couple…she told herself. Sullenly she exited her bathroom, fro and all and slumped into her bedroom, however, before she could react she felt a wisp of wind fly by her and then two larger hands covered her eyes as a mouth descended towards her ears and started to playfully nip at them.
"Hey."
Bulma gasped, yet her heart twisted with disappointment, she thought it was…
"Yamcha!" she squealed.
"Ha ha, hey babe! Did I scare ya?" Bulma giggled and nodded her head.
"Ah sorry about that B, but hey I brought you something!" Yamcha gave Bulma one of his charming grins as he produced a huge bouquet of flowers.
"I didn't know which ones you'd like best so I kinda got a bunch of different ones." He smiled apologetically. Bulma grinned, he was so cheesy…maybe a little too cheesy. She had grown use to giving everything and receiving nothing, which had changed her taste in romance tremendously, usually that would have floored her. But she didn't feel anything but gratitude.
"Aww Yamcha, that's so thoughtful of you, lets go put this in water right now." Giving her boyfriend a peck on the cheek the two headed for the kitchen to find a vase.
Upstairs they found Puar and Oolong sitting outside on the balcony, having a glass of ice tea.
'Perfect!' Bulma sighed with relief. She was glad that she had house guests other than Yamcha, because then she could get out of what he had in stall for her in the bedroom. She knew it was horrible to avoid Yamcha, but she just couldn't bring herself to do, whatever he planned to. Not after the dream she just had.
"Hey you guys!" she rushed over to the shapeshifters with a warm smile on her face.
"Yeah…hey" Yamcha entered with his hands in his pockets, looking discouraged, he thought he finally had some alone time with Bulma, but that just didn't seem like the case.
"Yamcha? Yamcha? Hey I'm talking to you!"
"What?" Yamcha woke out of his daze, only to fall into her concerned and slightly pissed off oceanic eyes.
"Why don't we just sit down? I'll make some lemonade and we can just hang out like we used to? That sounds good right?"
"Yeah…sure babe, that sounds great," answered Yamcha with a half hearted smile.
'At least I get to spend SOME time with her.'
Numbers flicked vigorously across the screen, reflecting off a handsome tanned aggravated face.
"Fuck" was all that escaped the Prince's lips. He couldn't believe that time had gone by so fast. Had he really been gone that long? Traveling in Space, he has lost account of time and date, he hadn't been following his bearings, yet decided to let his spontaneous side take the wheel, traveling blindly from planet to planet in search of the over grown idiot. However after months of searching, he still hadn't a clue where in the universe the sappy Saiyan was, and now, he had run out of time. The fuel meter had gone into warning mode, flashing a red light insanely at him. There was no question about it, he had to stop his mission and turn back. Back to Earth, the planet of annoying weaklings that, in his opinion, did not deserve to live, which he had voiced many a time.
'Yes all deserve to die, but one Vegeta hmm?' Vegeta's eyes enlarged slightly. Where did that come from? He had done so well not to think about HER this whole trip, and now she just HAD to wriggle her 'fine ass' into his head AGAIN!!
"Damit Woman!" Vegeta exasperated drummed his fingers on the arm rest of the captain's chair. Ok so yeah, maybe he did miss the sex, a little, it was probably just because he had been cooped up in a small space craft for months without any real humanoid contact; accept for the annoying souls he had slaughtered along the way. Vegeta sighed, the whole situation with her was becoming too much of a pain for him to handle. Why should he care if he came back that things between them would be different? That she didn't want to see him let alone speak to him? That by his presence she would probably feel uncomfortable and uneasy.
"Good" 'let the bitch feel as uncomfortable as possible, she has things too good for her anyways, a little dose of reality won't kill her, unfortunately.' However no matter how many times he replayed disintegrating her fragile little body into dust, he didn't feel the same sick twisted pleasure that he did with others, in fact he just felt sick.
"She was just a good lay."
'You want her.'
"Shut up."
"Cat loves food, Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah" Yamcha belted out in his wannabe rock 'n' roll voice.
"You goof; you're such a nut where did you come up with that?" 'Urgh, Yamcha, stick to fighting! Hey Bulma be nice! It's Yancha after all.' Bulma smiled warmly to over to Yamcha, maybe all they needed was a little time, a little time to remember how much they were in love, and way before Vegeta had ever came into the picture.
"That was from an old cat food commercial, Puar hates it when I do that."
"I ate cat food once; aw man I thought it was tuna fish!" Bulma screwed up her nose at Oolong, he just HAD to put his two cents worth into everything! However Yamcha was laughing his head off. 'He's so immature…I don't know, one minute I love him, the next I can't stand his childish behavior! He is such a coward at times and never puts up a good fight, maybe I need to egg him on a bit? Release the jealous part of him, turn him into a real man!'
"I had a weird dream last night that Vegeta came back" Bulma casually threw into the conversation, and as he expected Yamcha almost jumped out of his chair at the mention of the dark Prince's name.
"WHAT? VEGETA? YOU DREAMT ABOUT HIM??!!"
'He he now that's the reaction I was talking about, maybe crank it up a notch?' Bulma smirked evilly on the inside however casually shrugged her shoulders in indifference to he boyfriend's outburst.
"Hm, You know actually he was pretty nice to me in the dream, and a good kisser taboo!"
"WHAT YOU KISSED HIM?"
"It was just a dream Yamcha" 'He he'
"You poor sap you're jealous aren't you? Admit it' by now Oolong and Bulma wanted to burst out laughing. Jealously was tattooed across his face, and he still wouldn't admit it.
'Maybe I shouldn't tease him anymore, I can see how much he still cares for me, I don't deserve it, he is good to me, as I should be too him. I should give him a break and stop comparing him to Vegeta, it just makes things worse.' Bulma smiled genuinely at Yamcha as he lamely tried to carelessly discard Oolong's assumption.
"Rrright"
"Speaking of Vegeta you're dad said he should be running out of fuel soon! He he" said Mrs. Briefs as she brought out more tea. 'I swear that woman can hear better than Saiyans…wait what did she say?
"Hn? Vegeta's running out of fuel?"
'If he is running out of fuel, that means he must be coming back soon.' Lost in her thoughts Bulma walked over to the balcony and stared up at the sky.
'If he comes back, he will probably live with us again, seeing that he has no where else to go, and would rather kill himself than live with Goku. But can I handle it? Seeing, no, living with him 24/7, the tension every time we would be in the same room. I wouldn't be able to look at him the same, and now Yamcha is involved. How do I keep what we had a secret from Yamcha? I can't tell him, it would break his heart, and I won't let that happen. Would Vegeta say anything? But I can't just refuse to let Vegeta stay here, he doesn't have anywhere to go, and is too stubborn and prideful to ask; only I and Goku understand that about him…' Yamcha carefully watched his girlfriend's face, it seemed troubled,
'What is she thinking about? Surely it can't be about…no not with that worried and painful look in her eyes.' However Bulma's sigh confirmed it.
'Vegeta…'
'VEGETA!!!'
"WARNING; WARNING!! The Spacecraft- is out of fuel, repeat, the Spacecraft is out of fuel, please prepare for emergency crash landing"
"No SHIT!!! BAKA!!!"
'Idiot human technology, I can see we're about to crash you don't have to fucking tell me!' Vegeta fumed as he strapped himself into the pilot's chair and took hold of the wheel, in attempt to slow his Spacepod that was falling out of the sky like a dead bird.
"Prepare for Emergency crash landing, emergency crash landing, emergency crash land-" however the computer could not continue its informative shrieking, as a exasperated plunged his hand straight through the dashboard, silencing the computer. However before Vegeta could smirk in victory, they crashed.
"BOOM!" an enormous wave of energy shook the entire Capsule Corp, as if a mini earthquake had hit, disrupting the Briefs little tea party on the terrace.
"WHAT WAS THAT?!" they yelled in unison and raced to were smoke was evident on the other side of the campus. Bulma gulped. There in the middle of her garden was her facther's Spacepod, the spacepod HE stole and took off in without saying goodbye all those months ago, which meant only on thing, he's back!
"Oh I didn't know we had new guest dropping by, Godness! I definitely need to put on another pot of tea!"
Bulma didn't hear her mother, nor paid attention when Yamcha and Puar raced up towards the pod; he had his game face on and took his fighting stance. But none of this mattered; all she could focus on was the smoke emitting from the space pod's main door, as it slowly and dramatically opened. Bulma held her breath for a second, 2 seconds to be exact as she waited for the only living soul on board to walk out. First his sharp nose appeared, followed by his angular yet handsome face. His eyes were shut and his expression was apathetic,
'Pssh, what else is new?'
He wore the same battle suit that he had left in, however seemed a little tight.
'He has been training, some things never change' Bulma smirked crudely at the Saiyan Prince.
'He thinks he's so tough, looking all high and mighty, not even opening his eyes to regard any of us!' Yet, as if he could hear her thoughts, Vegeta's eyes flew open, only to capture hers first for a second then draw away. Yet it stiffened the fiery heiress in her tracks.
'His eyes…I forgot how…deep they are…'
"VEGETA! WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
'Ah man he better not be looking for trouble, I don't know how long I can hold him off for, and even if I did, Goku isn't here to finish him!' Yamcha's eyes narrowed in anger and desperation. He never liked the Saiyan and was pleased beyond belief to return to a free-of-Vegeta- Earth when he was revived. However, here he was standing before him, without back up and above it all, he had Bulma to protect.
Vegeta wanted to laugh, the puny Earthling was trying to act tough, yet he could see him trembling in his boots, not to mention feel is ki waver insanely. On the other hand, how dare he talk to the Prince of all Saiyan's in such manner! However his eyes left the idiot that called himself a warrior to rest on the only thing worth looking at, Bulma. Giving her a swift yet detailed glance up and down, Vegeta 'hmph'ed' in approval.
'I see that the woman didn't grieve over my absence and stuff her face with food' (in other word she still has a hot rack!)
'But her hair, WOMAN what in kami's name is that? Some sort of bee hive?' Vegeta was mentally shaving off the blue abomination and replacing it with long blue tresses. He knew that he was being shallow and shouldn't give a damn about the woman's appearance, in fact shouldn't give a damn about her at all.
'SNAP OUT OF IT BAKA!' Vegeta torn his gaze away from the woman and lowered his eyes, in attempt not to get lost in hers.
"I was hoping that Kakkarot might have finally returned." He admitted.
"Hm? What? NO WAY! You never found him in Space?" Vegeta gritted his teeth.
'Insolent ASSHOLE!' glaring menacingly at Yamcha, Vegeta leapt off the ship to land right in front of him.
'Bastard, thinks he can make a fool out of me? I'll show him!'
"Don't remind me! I'm angry enough to hurt somebody, and pounding you might just be the therapy I need!"
Yamcha gulped and began to quiver, Vegeta smirk, Bulma groaned.
'Oh man he hasn't even been on the plant for 5 minutes and is already looking for a fight' so in order clear the tension, Bulma acted upon instinct.
"Hey guys what's that awful smell?" she asked while approaching the two warriors to stand between them, and did something that haunted and awed Yamcha, she poked him.
"Oh, it's you! When was the last time you bathed there bud? You need a bath, please this way." Bulma began to strut away, leaving a dumbstruck Yamcha and an apprehensive Vegeta.
'What's she playing at?' both Yamcha and Vegeta thought.
'She just stood up in front of him, poked him, insulted him and is still alive, it's a freaking miracle!'
'She just stood in my way, poked me, insulted me, and acts like it's nothing, why I ought-'
"Well? WHAT? Do you want me to roll out the red carpet?" Bulma shot him a ruthless glare, shocking him for a second, before her words sunk in, enraging him to the fullest. Yet he did not strike.
'She's not worth it, she's not worth it, don't even regard her Vegeta, just have a shower and cool your nerves, then find Kakkarot.'
"Stupid…baka…woman…kami….grrr…kill….her" Vegeta grumbled as he followed a smug looking Bulma. He was so furious that he didn't even notice her ass jiggling right in front of him as he let her lead him to the bathroom. Yamcha watched the whole scene, utterly astonished. Vegeta didn't even yell or threaten her, what in Kami's name was going on? How did such a fragile female have so much power over the might Prince of all Saiyans?
"Unreal"
"I hope she knows what she's doing"
'Same here Puar, same here.'
Bulma didn't know why she was leading Vegeta to the bathroom, he had lived in Capsule Corp so knew where everything was, yet she couldn't help it. Deep down inside she wanted a moment alone for just the two of them to…talk.
"You're such a coward Vegeta, if you have something to say, say it to my face!" 'Ok, maybe wrong conversation starter…nice Bulma.' Yet the blue haired minx couldn't back down as she saw the frustration appear brightly red across the Saiyan's face.
"WOMAN WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TELL ME WHAT I CAN AND CAN NOT DO! AND I WHY WOULD I WANT TALK TO YOU BAKA? YOU'RE JUST A PATHETIC SPOLIT ANNOYING BITCH!"
"WHAT!!!!! HOW DARE YOU!!! IF YOU CAN CALL ME THAT I CAN CALL YOU A COWARD!TAKE IT LIKE A MAN ALIEN MONKEYASS!!! I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT AND DON'T NEED TO BE TOLD OTHERWISE! I AM BULMA BRIEFS HEIRESS TO CAPSULE CORP, THE MOST POWERFUL COMPANY IN THE WORLD SO DON'T MESS WITH ME BUD!" she screamed her lungs out furiously, feeling an adrenaline rush overcome her body.
"WOMAN IF YOU WERE EVEN HALF AS IMPORTANT AS I AM I STILL WOULDN'T REGARD YOU AS SHIT; YOU WOULDN'T EVEN MAKE THE CUT! AND I'D WATCH YOUR TONGUE WHEN YOU ARE TALKING TO THE PRINCE OF ALL SAIYANS!!"
"I COULDN'T GIVE A SHIT WHO I WAS TALKING TO; ESPCIALLY IF IT'S YOU…"
This continued down the hallway until the screaming pair reached the guest bathroom. Their noses were almost grazing as the two stared hatefully at each other. However the negative intensity of the stare began to lose power as they started to become absorbed by each others eyes. Their features softened as they stared, remembering the many times before. All the fights, talks and…Bulma quickly broke the gaze by stepping back to create distance between their faces, roughly shaking off the dizziness that suddenly occurred. She quickly pushed the door open and made a gesture to enter.
"Here…don't make a mess!" she smirked evilly at Vegeta as he snarled at her remark and stalked into the bathroom. Once the door had shut, they both let out a sigh and leaned against the door.
'At least it wasn't that awkward.'
Walking down the hall, Bulma sighed for the 5th time in 10 minutes. She couldn't help but think about the certain Saiyan,
'The certain Saiyan that is currently taking a shower in your house…naked…with all his muscles…all his, tanned muscles…oh kami…'
"SNAP OUT OF IT!" Bulma violently shook her head. This was not good. She wasn't supposed to have feelings for him anymore.
'There goes my no-thinking- about-Vegeta plan.' She grumbled to herself.
'I've got to find away to repulse myself by him. I mean it can't be so hard, he is so arrogant, rude, obnoxious, and a pain in my ass, sometimes I just wanna…' and suddenly as if by magic and idea popped into her head.
"I'VE GOT IT! hehe!" she yelled as she raced down the corridor towards her room.
Vegeta felt the burning hot pelts of water run down his smooth skin. He missed the sensation of hot water beating rapidly down on his skin, massaging every tense muscle. The shower on the ship wasn't nearly as strong, and being in space and alone Vegeta tended to forget about personal hygiene as a requirement. For the first time in months he was relaxing, until- the door burst open and in walked,
"WOMAN!"
"hm?"
"LEAVE!" yet Bulma did no such thing. Instead she made herself busy as she picked up his tattered battle suit that was left in a heap in the middle of the floor, separating the armor from the training gi.
"Kami Vegeta! I specifically told you to not to make a mess!" she wailed, picking up the training gi as she held her nose and quickly made her way to dump it in the washing machine.
"EH!"
Vegeta just grumbled, completely uncomfortable with the situation, yet would be dammed if he admitted such thing. Ignoring him, Bulma walked over to the cabinet and placed some clothes on top of it before walking to the door.
"Hey you, I left some fresh clothes…"
No answer. So she unladylike screamed,
"HELLO? YOU ALIVE IN THERE?"
"I HEARD YOU! You can leave now!" 'WOMAN GET LOST!'
"Why yes master, you're wish is my command, URGH!!!" she sarcastically replied before stomping out, fuming to herself. Yet Vegeta made no comeback or acknowledgement,
'The female species, such and enigma!' closing his eyes Vegeta sighed to the showerhead. She was still the same annoying shrew that he had left behind, and she seemed more hostile than before, if that was possible. But now the he was back, he wondered how she would act around him.
'Especially since she is back together with scare-face.' Vegeta wasn't stupid; he knew that she used to be in a relationship with Yamcha, in fact she was probably still in a relationship when he and her…well…when he used to live here.
"Whore…" he muttered under his breath, making up for the little twinge of pain inside his chest.
Bulma stalked out to the balcony where she heard voices.
"Yeah that Vegeta is nothing but trouble, he is so unpredictable, it's hard to tell what his motives are." She heard Krillin speak to Yamcha.
"I think he just wants to find Goku, poor guy, he is obsessed!"
"He's used to getting what he wants, that's all, he's like a spoilt little kid." Bulma explained as she approached the two warriors, who turned around to face her. Yamcha smirked wickedly at his girlfriend.
"Man, sounds like you!" he exclaimed jokingly, however Bulma was taken aback by his amazingly perceptive remark.
'Am I REALLY like him? Kami please no!-'
"HELLO? SERVANT WOMAN, bring me a drying cloth at once!" Vegeta smirked; he knew how much she hated being called 'servant.' However no one replied.
"WOMAN CAN YOU HEAR ME?"
"I HEAR YOU, BUT MY NAME IS BULMA, AND I AM NOT YOUR SERVANT SO SAY PLEASE! HMPH!" 'Take that asshole!' she smirked in triumph holding her head high.
"Urgh, forget about the stupid drying cloth then!"
"Suit yourself! Drip dry you jerk!" Vegeta gritted his teeth as he raised his ki to dry himself off. The woman was becoming a real pain! Stepping out of the shower Vegeta reached over for the clothes she had laid out for him.
"What? IS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE!"
"Huh? Is what a joke?" Bulma inquired innocently. ' HA HA SUCK ON THAT LOSER!'
"These garments that you lef, are they for a man or a woman? THEY'RE PINK!"
"Ha! Come on, it's the style here!" she lied, while winking at the others.
"Men in pink how bizarre!" Vegeta had a right mind to disintegrate the clothes in front of him, yet realized just in time that he had no other clothes to wear.
'I could go out in just a drying cloth, probably give the woman a nose bleed.' Yet he felt the other two's ki and decided against it as he reluctantly put on the pink 'Bad Man' shirt, disgusting yellow tight pants and to top it all off, green shoes with red laces. Vegeta gave a quick glance towards the mirror, however smashed it to pieces in a second. Stalking out to the balcony Vegeta was ready to give Bulma and earful.
"THIS IS RIDICULOUS! I AM A WARRIOR! NOT SOME VARIETY OF FLOWER!"
Bulma gave the Prince a long up and down glance, trying her best to keep from laughing
"Well, you smell good!" but she couldn't hold it in. Soon enough her, Krillin, Yamcha, Oolong and even Puar were almost rolling on the ground in a fit of laughter at the sight of Vegeta.
'This is too good to be true!'
"STOP! STOP THAT OR I'LL BLAST YOU ALL!" suddenly everything went silent, and cautiously turned to Vegeta.
'Great nice one Bulma, way to get Mr. Psycho Saiyan mad!' Krillin gulped. However Bulma just frowned. He was still the same uptight haughty Prince.
"Loosen up! Fighting is no fun, just relax." She suggested calmly, however Vegeta just seemed to tense more. However Bulma knew how to at least get his mind off fashion humiliation.
"If you want to find Goku, just stay here, he'll come, I've known Goku since he was 5 years old; trust me he'll be back." 'I just know he will.' This seemed to calm the Prince down. He turned to Bulma and gave her a questioning look, which she read right away and gave him a reassuring nod and a warm smile. Vegeta nodded back indifferently yet was satisfied with her answer and hastily sat down with the group, who were know staring incredulously at the two,
"WHAT?" they both snapped in unison making the rest of the table gulp.
"N-n-n-nothing!" 'Man what was that? It was if they were speaking to each other without words? What in kami's name just happened!' Yamcha bewildered stared over to Krillin who just shrugged. Bulma, happy that no body had just died and Vegeta and her actually refrained from fighting for the past two minutes decided to sit down. On her way she accidentally brushed past Vegeta. Instantly Vegeta snapped his eyes at her, giving her a challenging glare, yet she just smirked, returning the glare with a glint in her sapphire orbs before she giggled slightly and sat down. Vegeta didn't respond but turned away, a stoic expression fixed onto his handsome face. Yet Bulma notice that he wasn't tense around his shoulders, and his fists were unclenched, Vegeta was relaxed.
A/N: hey...so what did you think, please review, or scream at me, either is fine...hehe. I promise i'll get out of quoting the series soon, it just fits into the story, i also wanna make this story as real as possible so bare with me if you don't enjoy it, but i mean who can't get enough of reliving Vegeta's first time in human clothing? hangs head in shame hehe well hoped u enjoyed it and i promise to update soon...BELIEVE IT! (for naruto fans out there, but japanese with eng subtitles are better :P)
.xxx.
nish
