Author's Note: To all my loyal readers, I will try to improve on my grammar though I write these fanfics just for the fun of it during my free time. I hope none of you has gotten confused with my English in any of my chapters. ^_^ Remember to review!!!

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Bulma's POV

He was everything I had ever imagined, only much, much more. As I stand here, completely out of breath from the hottest kiss I had ever gotten in my entire life, although it was only brief, but it had immensely suck the life out of me; it was ecstatic. I was left speechless as I stand immobile while looking into the eyes of the heartless Saiyan Prince.

How can someone that looks so regal and animalistic, who absolutely could not possess a sense of mercy in his life, who strives to be the strongest fighter in the entire universe by eliminating anyone who is weaker than him, who is nothing but a mass of muscles, can be so hard but yet so gentle at the same damn time?

I had never been kissed the way he had just kissed me only seconds ago. And what had it made me feel?

Alive.

Yes, for that brief seconds where he sent me to the highest pinnacle of undefined emotions, he made me felt very alive. Yes, but it is only lust. I frown deeply at that thought because I know that he can never give me what I need.

His body and mine stood no closer than two inches away. His arms were crossed as he stared down at me, supposedly waiting for my answer. Was it painful... or pleasurable?

It was both.

With these two put together, it makes what could have happened between us even more powerful. I could just imagine if we really went through it and finally yield in to the cravings that we had been withholding inside us the entire time. It would be...

I closed my eyes as the rush of lust sweeps in my groin, causing me to ache badly at the part. Taking a deep breath, I reopen my eyes but this time, I glared at him. Holding my head up high, I stare down at him, just like he was doing it a minute ago. We weren't really that different from height, I estimated he's only at most two and a half inches taller than me.

I looked at him defiantly. I have come to the conclusion that he was having a great time toying with me and my feelings, because any man who wished they could get their hands on me, I'm sure they will not stop in the middle of it. He's really got great abstinence, I'm sure of that. I am Bulma Briefs. No one can resist me. Buddy boy here doesn't know what he's missing. Man, I have no idea why I am angry at him, instead of feeling flushed and begging for more of his touches.

"Do not toy with me, Vegeta," I seethe in anger.

Without warning, I bring my hands up and strike him in the face. He head had jerked slightly from my measly slap and he looked like he wasn't affected by it at all. On top of that, I bet my hand hurts more than his face did and although his demeanour is cool and calm, I can see that he is seething in rage inside, completely restraining himself from striking back at me as he cock-stared at me with the corner of his eyes.

"... That was a free shot," he snarled with a scowl while intimidating me under his murderous gaze. My eyes widened at his snide reply, completely baffled that he just stood there and instead of striking back at me, be it a spiteful remark, or taking a hit at me, he gave me a damn free shot at his face! I had slapped him outright just to let him know that he was being a total asshole for playing me out with his sadistic perversion. Outraged by his ignorance for the reason of my slap, I swing my hands up one more time, attempted to give his arrogant face another beating.

Before my palm could even reach his face, his hand nearest to mine grabbed my wrist in a blinding flash. I gasped as he dragged and pulled me closer to his face sending jolts of pain in my wrist, with my legs dangling an inch from the floor. My breast was colliding with his broad chest when he kept shaking me in midair.

"Don't!... even think about it... "

"Unhand me, Vegeta! Do not think you can man-handle a weak female just because she's much more vulnerable in strength than you!!"

"You fucking asked for it, bitch! How dare you smite the prince of the strongest warrior race?! Do you have a death wish?!"

"Fuck you, Vegeta! I hope you'll join your fucking race and burn in hell!!"

"I will burn in hell, I assure you that and I will fucking make sure that you come along with me!!" by now he was screaming at my face, his face the expression of a mad man... alien... his eyes red with anger as his nostrils enlarge with suppressed rage.

"Then do it! Kill me, Vegeta!! If you think you'll get any more satisfaction by ending my life then do it!!!!!"

I yelled my lungs out, daring him to do the one thing that he has been refraining from doing the moment he set foot in my domain. But I know he wouldn't do it... he just can't. At least not anymore. For some strange reason, the gentility and generosity the human race adapted from eon years ago has somehow affected our alien guest. I am sure that throughout his entire life, not one single living being has shown him the foreign treatment which he was never used to. The prestigious life that he has before he was taken was long forgotten, so when I had brought him home with open arms, fed him, sheltered him, clothed him, even pampered him with much attention when no one else would, had taken a toll on his senses and rationality. He isn't the same anymore. He had become less resilient, less harsh, less manic, and slightly more compassionate.

He can't bring himself to kill me.

After screaming at him, he tangled his free hand roughly in the back of my hair, pulling my head backwards painfully while my neck exposed to his kill. I looked at him from under my nose as his glare pierces into mine.

I snarl as I grit my teeth, breathing harshly. Narrowing my eyes and mustering up the most courageous glare I can, I whispered my next words through my teeth in a calm, cold voice.

"I – hate – you."

Each word was spat with pain, hatred, anger; moreover, it was said with much sadness. I closed my eyes and I could feel a tear or two rolling down the corner of my eyes. My heart was ripped from my chest as I deny myself from the feelings I hold for him. He will never understand.

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"You hate me, huh?" his voice was calm but deadly when he said that. It sounded like a statement more than a question.

Bulma's eyes snapped opened to the sound of his voice. He raised a brow as he snarls deadly at her. If only looks could kill, she would've been dead the moment she met him.

"You hate me, because you invited me to your home... "

"You hate me, because I have accepted your invitation...!" he pulled at her hair backwards once and she groaned in pain.

"You hate me, because I waste my time, training on your goddamned planet to fight off your fucking enemies that was said to be arriving in another year, which nobody knows if they will eventually arrive!" he pulled and jerked some more as his anger increases and began to shout louder.

"You hate me, because I enjoyed beating the shit out of your little weakling of a mate after he has humiliated you, defiled you in the most honourless manner!!!" Now, he's practically shaking her whole form with his immense strength, Bulma felt like her hair was being pulled out from her scalp. She wailed in pain as he refuses to let her go.

Without a second thought he threw her to the side, causing her to collide roughly with the wall at the far end of the hall. She fell to the floor and almost twisted her arm in the process. She groaned as she tried to get up but could only support her upper body with her elbow as she looks down onto the tiles, fuming in anger and sadness. She cannot believe that Vegeta was almost on the edge of killing her.

Vegeta stood before her, arms crossed to refrain himself from doing further damage to the frail human. Beneath his arms, his fingers were clenching hard as he grits his teeth together. He was beyond angry as he stared down at the infuriating miserable form on the floor, a sudden battle in his mind was forming whether if he should finish her off, get out of there, or go to her to ask for... f-forgiveness.

He chose to bail. In an instant, he stormed out to the veranda next to the living room and flew off into the skies, leaving an almost wounded, upset Bulma behind to tend to herself. He was that heartless because he told himself that he couldn't care less as he hovers three hundred feet above Capsule Corp. in the dark night.

In the night air, Vegeta can't help it but to rewind the current event in his mind over and over again, thinking what had went wrong. It wasn't supposed to be like this. She was supposed to be grateful that he had helped her avenge for what that human trash has done, instead she threw it at his face, not even knowing for sure that he was the one who did it. If the food in the refrigerator has magically disappeared, it would be Vegeta. If the cat in the alley in some far off country got its head removed from its body, it definitely would be Vegeta! If anything has gone wrong in the face of the earth, it would be Vegeta!!

He scowls at her lack of gratitude, and that was the first. All these while, he does not need gratitude from anybody. So why her?

As he looked down upon the large building below him, he thought about the woman, and only her. How did they come to this situation? He almost killed her back there. He was so close he could've tasted it raw with his tongue.

His tongue.

And hers, colliding sensually together as they kissed. He can never forget that heated kiss now that he had tasted her. What exactly does she have that he's so unconsciously attracted to? He admits she's beautiful beyond compare, she's soft, she's intelligent...

She's not his.

Shaking his head as he closes his eyes, he brought his head up into the sky and took a deep breath. He's completely smitten with the woman. Reopening his eyes, he came to a sudden realisation as he remembered what she said. She hates him.

Thinking back just that ten minutes ago, she had said she hated him with an expression that was nothing but pure hate. And now that he has finally realise he's attached with the human female, he will never be able to let her go, until she belong to him. But what's the point? She had outright said the one thing that Vegeta wished she hadn't said.

Turning his head to look into the city on the horizon, he thought about their future. The earth will be doomed in another year, if the said android's attacks are for real. She might even die...

His head snapped at another sudden realisation as he tried to remember what he had said.

"You hate me, because you invited me to your home... "

He could've chosen to decline when she did that, but...

"You hate me, because I have accepted your invitation...!" he pulled at her hair backwards once and she groaned in pain.

He let out an exasperated sigh at the fact that he did not decline when she invited him over.

"You hate me, because I waste my time, training on your goddamned planet to fight off your fucking enemies that have foresaid to be arriving in another year, which nobody knows if they will eventually arrive!" he pulled and jerked some more as his anger increases and began to shout louder.

So why did he waste his time with all that training? It wasn't even his fight to begin with, so... he could've left and never returned the moment he got his hands on the spaceship.

"You hate me, because I enjoyed beating the shit out of your little weakling of a mate after he has humiliated you, defiled you in the most honourless manner!!!"

It wasn't his business to take the option and beat Yamcha into a pulp. So why did he do it? Why did he waste all his time, energy and effort on all the things that wasn't even his problem?

Bulma.

Yes, it is all for her. Vegeta has now understood why he could never bring himself to hurt the human female no matter how angry she made him. No matter how much she infuriates him and pushed him into the brink of insanity with her insults, spiteful remarks, her irritating screeches, her angelic face, her seductive taunting, he knew he could never harm her.

But tonight was different. She had insulted him where it... hurt... the most. If Bulma can have the thoughts of him as an honourless murderous being, then he is left with no one to care for him. And he wants Bulma.

He slowly descends onto the front lawn next to the veranda. The moment his feet touches the ground he moves toward the adjoined living room, then to the exact spot where he had left Bulma. To his surprise, she was still there. The moment his eyes saw her, his heart sank and a wave of pity and sadness came flashing in his veins.

She was exactly how he had found her when Yamcha had raped her. Her knees were brought up to her chest as her hands were wound tightly around it. Her head was buried down as she rocked back and forth in an almost trance-like motion. Her shoulders were shaking from the sobbing and crying, it made Vegeta walked to her.

Bulma knows that Vegeta has returned because for a strange explanation, she is able to sense him. But she ignored him, hoping that he would get the idea and just walk away; like how he's good at. To her amazement, the arrogant prince is not only arrogant or ignorant he's also plain thick skinned. He held her by the shoulders and gently lifted her up to her feet.

They stood at a mere three inches away as they looked at one another in the eyes. Vegeta was the first to make contact as he looked over her body for bruises or wounds that he might have inflicted on her when he man-handled her in his rage. He traced his hand on the arm that was hurt, which caused her to flinch to the pain. Bulma retracted herself immediately to the other end of the room, away from him and cradled her arm, rubbing it to ease the pain. She then glared daggers at the prince, despising him to no end.

The silence dragged on as the both of them stared at each other in another wordless staring competition. This time, it is much more different than the rest. It was all hate and love from one party, and unknown to the other it was all confusion and longing.

Having come to a conclusion that nothing will ever work out between Vegeta and her Bulma has decided to do the last thing on her mind as it is already the end for the both of them. Dropping her hands to her sides, she walked towards Vegeta, closing the gap between them. She looked up at him with an indifferent expression and let out the words that she herself had no choice but to say it in a cold, heartless voice.

"Leave."