I've been enjoying re-editing this story so far. I hope you've been enjoying reading this, whether you are re-reading or if this is your first time!

"Vegeta, look!" Bulma smiled proudly, crossing her arms as she presented the robot to the him. He had been training in his ship, but she didn't mind interrupting him when it came to showing off completed projects. It had been an entire day since she'd seen him - he had kept to himself since the night they'd shared in his bed. Now that they stood face to face, he seemed more than irritated. She was used to this, though. After all, he was always bitter when somebody interrupted his training.

Despite his foul mood, he couldn't hide the approval that lit across his face as he looked over the robot. "It's finished!" He croaked. Bulma handed Vegeta a small remote. "It's a work in progress, I've got a few more prototypes that I would like to try. But check it out! I installed an energy generator. Basically, you can fire an blast at this guy, and he'll absorb the power from it. He'll charge it up, and then he'll hit you with an attack that can be almost twice as strong!" She clicked a green button on the remote. "It takes a few seconds to charge, but I'm working on increasing its reaction time. The next one should only take about half of that! Go on, try it out!"

Bulma stepped back proudly, watching as Vegeta hit the robot with a small beam. The bot let out a soft beep, a meter lighting up on its side. Within a few seconds a bright orange power came bursting from its metal arm, colliding with Vegeta's side. It took him by surprise, enough to make the saiyan lose his balance. Vegeta stood, brushing himself off, and let out a husky laugh. "With this I can be stronger than Kakarot in no time!" He announced, balling his hands into fists with an eager grin on his face. It was cynical, the way he looked the robot over and laughed about "Kakarot", and yet Bulma smiled. She thought he was cute. Like a child on Christmas morning...

She excused herself from the ship, waving a hand as she went. "Just let me know if you notice any bugs that need to be sorted out, okay?"

Vegeta was already powering up and didn't respond as she walked outside. Smug with the idea of pleasing him, she held her head high as she went back to the house. She was going to start on the next robot right away!

Despite her excitement, there a worry that lingered in her stomach as she made her way upstairs. It was on her mind - the two physical encounters that they'd shared. She had expected Vegeta not to say anything to her about the night before. It was just like him to try and hide his emotions, of course. But in the back of her mind there was an uneasy feeling. She wondered how far things would between them. Would anything come from this shift in their chemistry?

Deciding it was best not to focus too much on that, the Bluehead shrugged the thoughts away. She had a new robot to start on!

A couple of weeks had passed, and Bulma was more worried than ever.

Vegeta still hadn't spoken to her about any of the moments they had shared. In fact, she had noticed that he was becoming even more reclusive. It seemed that he was spending more time than ever locked away in the ship - which she wouldn't have thought possible a few weeks prior. She never saw him during meals anymore, he had never paid her a visit to report any bugs or glitches with the robot, and she was truly starting to suspect that he was avoiding her.

The Bluehead was sitting at her desk. She sat back to give her stomach a light rub. It had been bothering her off and on for a few days. She didn't think much when it had first started to cramp - she'd encountered some red in the bathroom, went about her day, and shrugged it off. But what typically would have lasted a week had ended only after a few hours, and she was growing increasingly confused. Her stomach pains hadn't subsided, and there was an uneasy feeling wavering if she thought too hard about it. She wasn't sure what was going on - her whole body felt strange! Perhaps it was just stress?

'Oh well', She thought, listening as footsteps moved past her door and down the hall. She had listened as Vegeta took his nightly shower, and he was now returning to his bedroom. She'd been waiting all day for the chance to confront him, and now it seemed as if the perfect time had finally come. Fighting off the discomfort in her stomach, she stood from her desk and made her way to the door.

"Vegeta?" Bulma said shyly, letting herself into his room without knocking. She had given him a few seconds to get dressed before making her entrance, and Vegeta was standing shirtless with a pair of pajama pants on his legs. He stood with his back turned to her, digging through his dresser, his hair still wet. She noticed how his posture straightened when she said his name, and he lifted his head up from whatever it was he had been looking for. "What?" He replied flatly, not bothering to turn around.

Bulma ran a finger through her hair, trying to think of the words she wanted to use. After a few seconds she got fed up. He wasn't even going to look at her. This situation was awkward enough, and he wouldn't even give her the dignity of eye contact? She shouldn't even have to be having this conversation! "Ugh, what's with you?!" She snapped, placing her hands on her hips.

This certainly worked to get his attention. Vegeta glanced at her over his shoulder then, eying her bitterly. "I was trying to get dressed."

She let out a groan, running a hand across her forehead. He was being willfully difficult, so she was going to have to be more blunt with it. "Why have you been ignoring me, Vegeta?!" She could feel the heat rushing to her cheeks. She hated saying it out loud. With her verbal confirmation, it suddenly was true. He really had been ignoring her...

The Saiyan turned his back to her again, throwing a shirt over his head. "I am here to train, and train only." He growled. Bulma could hear that he was irritated, but for the most part he was speaking in a calm tone. It angered her. He always had such a short fuse, and now he was going to address her with such matter-of-fact regard?

Where was the feeling?

Did he not care about what they'd done at all?

She wasn't going to take his answer. She was going to press on. Standing firm, she continued. "You haven't looked me in the eyes since our encounter a few weeks-"

This did it. Whatever calm he was trying to grasp suddenly evaporated with a hostile groan. Vegeta quickly spun around, throwing his towel at Bulma's feet. "That was a momentary indiscretion, Woman!" He snapped. "What do you mean - I haven't looked you in the eyes?! I'm here to increase my strength, understand! Are you stupid enough to believe I have any other intentions?! When have I ever said that! I am here to focus on training, and training alone!"

Bulma backed away as he snarled. The heat was continuing to rise in her cheeks - surely he could see it in her skin. "How can you say that?" She breathed, his words sinking in. Her instinct was to throw her hands up and yell. To cry. This stung more than anything she could have imagined - like a knife that had just sliced into her arm. But, as she thought of verbally retaliating, she realized that his behavior really shouldn't have been that much of a surprise. Somewhere, deep inside, through the days of his avoiding her, Bulma had foreseen this. Even that first day, after she'd given him the new robot and went back upstairs to her room, she'd been worried.

She had just hoped it wasn't actually true.

She'd hoped he would have been more receptive to her affection.

Was it even worth fighting over? There was nothing she'd be able to say that would change his mind... Everyone said he was a monster, and perhaps they were all right.

"Fine!" Bulma hissed, grabbing Vegeta's towel and slinging it back at him. He caught it with no marked concentration, heat seeming to flare from his nostrils as he rode off his rant. "I'm just an indiscretion to you?!" She screamed. "I'm glad we got that sorted out!" With that she turned and stormed from the room as fast as she could, not wanting to be in his presence any longer.

Her heart was pounding, her stomach turning, breasts heaving.

Overwhelmed with emotion.

She hadn't ever felt quite this way during a fight with Yamcha. It wasn't that she was just angry - she was disappointed. She was insulted. She felt stupid, and weak, and naïve, and that she'd been a fool to get her own hopes up over someone she'd known better about. She wanted to cry. She wanted to shake him. She wanted to eat. She wanted to kick him out of her house. She wanted to tell him to go to hell!

… She wanted to crawl under a rock...

... She wanted to... throw up.