Just as a reminder, I do not own DBZ or anything of the like. This is only fan fiction nothing more. (Oh and a deep love for the B/V relationship)

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Vegeta woke up from his nightmare filled sleep, that same dream etched into his mind, the faceless woman calling out to him as the android kills her. He awoke to find sounds echoing from outside. He stood stretching the sleep from his muscle to gaze outside upon the GR. It was running and the woman was covered in grease. Vegeta walked on to the balcony to watch her work. The sun wasn't even up but she was illumined by 5 large lights. He could see now why she enjoyed watching him at night, such dedication.

"Finally the woman is learning her place." He laughed to himself. He stood on the balcony a while longer just watching her as she worked. As his mind slipped back to the night before, her kiss, her words, the feeling of her skin upon his, he even recalled her scent, sweet like flowers.

Bulma turned to wipe the sweat from her brow. She didn't sleep well that night, the words her mother spoke to her rang deep in her ears, plus she knew the sooner she got the GR fixed the less she'd have to hear about it. She looked up to his balcony to see if he had awoken, but to her surprise she found him watching her. This sent chills down her spine. He said nothing to her, he just gazed upon her. Vegeta whose mind was still whirling with the night's events did not know he had been found out until he heard a faint voice call to him. "Vegeta!"

His gazed focused on the voice not just the figure. He looked at her as she waved her hand high in the air, as if he couldn't see her; she was surrounded by 5 large lamps.

"Hey Vegeta come down here!" Bulma yelled back up at him. Her face covered in smut and a smile.

He did as she asked, jumping from the balcony and landing just feet in front of her. "What is it Woman? Have you finished yet?" He barked. Bulma's eyes grew big at the sight of the man in front of her. He was in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, she blushed.

"Well, yes kind of. I need your help actually." She smiled.

Vegeta looked intrigued. "Help? What can't the pathetic human do?" He laughed.

"Well! Mr. Prince of all Saiyans if you want your ship fixed I'll need you to lift it up for me. I can't reach one part and frankly I don't feel like getting out the crane. Now…I will if you want to wait another 5 hours for it to be fixed." She nudged his shoulder with the wrench in her hand.

"Ahh, don't touch me with that filth." Vegeta barked. "I don't feel like waiting another 5 hours, you should have had this finished before I awoke."

"I believe our agreement was I'd start working on it BEFORE sunrise, not that it would be finished before sunrise." Bulma snapped back. "Just go lift that corner for me, would you. Please?" She pointed at the far left leg. Vegeta grumbled but agreed bending he lifted it up just enough for the woman to crawl under and twist a few things. Bulma looked directly in front of her; she was on her knees and facing directly at Vegeta, Vegeta Jr. His muscles were all tight and flexed she could see his bellybutton and the 'V' his muscles made going into his shorts. Yamcha was fit but Vegeta truly put his body to shame.
Bulma slid her hand down the shaft of the leg (of the ship) as she called out in pain. "SHIT! Ahhh!" She grasped her hand with her other dropping her tools.

"What is it Woman? I hurry up I don't want to hold this all day." Vegeta snarled.

Bulma crawled out from under the GR to exhibit the blood dripping from her left palm. Vegeta knew she was bleeding long before he saw it, he could smell the blood. Blood always had a special place in his memory. The irony scent always made him feel powerful, even when he did not cause it. Vegeta lowered the ship to the ground with a thud, looking at the woman to his left. "What is your problem?"

"I cut myself on your stupid ship! That's the problem!" Bulma barked back at him. Still holding her hand as blood oozed out.

Vegeta took her wrist and wrenched her hand free from her other. Blood dribbled down his fingers. "That's nothing" He said as he looked at it. He placed his large thumb over the slice on her palm, he pressed down hard but not enough to make her squawk in pain. He just stood there holding her hand. Bulma's free hand rest on her chest half way from her mouth, just in case she yelled in pain, and half way to his hand just in case she needed to rip hers free of his grasp. Tears had welled up in her eyes and her lip quivered with the pain. All the while Vegeta's eyes remained fixed on her palm. He slid his thumb from her cut checking to see if the blood had stopped. "There. It stopped." He released her wrist letting it fall beside her, where she quickly pulled it up to check the wound herself. "Don't believe me?"

"No…that's not it. I'm just amazed. How did you do that?" Her eyes shot up to the eyes of the prince. They were not scowled like normal they looked almost sweet. "Thank you Vegeta."

Vegeta turned from her and began walking back to the house. "Finish up what you need to finish and clean up after yourself. I expect to begin training once I have eaten." With that he leapt into the air landing softly on his own balcony.

Bulma watched him until she could no longer see him through the glass; the sun had begun its daily climb leaving a beautiful hue over the yard. She looked back at her palm, it was burning and she couldn't tell whether it was due to the painful slice, which still hurt, or from the heat of Vegeta's hand. A little glint filled her heart, maybe he wasn't the monster she thought he was. Maybe he was just miss-understood and lonely. He did seem to seek her out a lot just to fight maybe that was the only way he knew to be around people, maybe just maybe he was scared to feel 'safe'.

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Vegeta descended the stairs to find Bulma sitting at the table eating a plate of eggs and bread, still covered in dirt and a rag wrapped around her left hand. He no longer dawned short boxer briefs but a longer almost as tight pair of spandex shorts and a matching tank top.

"Good morning Vegeta." Bunny called to him as he sat looking at the blue haired woman's hand.

"Did you not trust it?" He questioned.

Bulma blushed hiding her hand under the table. "I do…I just don't want it to get dirty and open up again." She stabbed an egg. "Thanks again."

Vegeta gave no response for his mouth was full of food that had just moments before been on the stove. He winced with the heat but continued to chew. Bulma laughed at him.

"Really? You could let it rest for I don't know a few seconds before you stuff your face with it. It won't run away, I promise." She laughed standing from the table. Vegeta just scowled at her giving her a dirty look. Bulma did not leave, however she just stood leaning on the same counter he had backed her into just days before. She sipped her tea as she chit-chatted with her mother about the great gifts she had gotten on her birthday. The woman turned to find Vegeta gone eager to start his training to make up for lost time.

"Darling would you be a dear and a run up to Vegeta's room and retrieve all the dishes? I know he's been eating his mid-night snacks but I can't find the dishes anywhere. My only guess is they are in his room." The Briefs had become tired of Vegeta's demands for food at mid-night after he finished training so they deuced a plan to make up an extra meal and leave it in the refrigerator just for the Prince and his late night hunger. And it worked, except of the dishes going missing.

Bulma nodded as she strutted up the stairs. She hadn't gone into Vegeta's room since he had returned. She was fascinated on how the prince lived. She knocked on his door, just out of precaution, knowing full well he was in the GR. With no answer she opened the door. She displayed a room mirrored to her own and empty. It looked the same as the day Vegeta returned. Unlived in. The only thing Bulma could see out of place was a bit of a messy bed with holes in the blanket; dishes stacked nicely to the side, and a sheet of paper on his desk. It was a drawing of a symbol. There were three points on the top making a 'W' shape followed with two dashes over a half circle. She had never seen the symbol before and it clearly had some importance if the prince would take the time to draw it. She gazed over the empty room and felt a deep pain in her heart.

She could only imagine how lonely and home sick he was. She knew how she felt on Namek, a world she knew nothing about, people who didn't know or really care about her. Though she was left to fend for herself she was lonely, bored, and scared. She had some comforts of home but, this man did not. He had nothing. She clutched her hurt palm to her chest; she held it there for a moment still feeling the warmth as she looked at the drawing.

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Bulma felt guilty; all this time she'd left her guest to fend for himself, not caring an ounce for him. Her mother treated him better than she ever did, and she wanted to change that. She brushed her curls as she finished getting ready to go out shopping, hoping to find something worthy of a prince.

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That night at dinner, Bulma made it a point to not be late and to be extra kind. Her parents had gone out for the night and it was just the two of them. She stood in the kitchen cooking a nice meal for the two of them, thick juicy stake for two and all the sides one could imagine, with strawberry cake for dessert. Her favorite.

Vegeta collapsed into his chair chugging down the glass of water before him. "Hey Vegeta!" Bulma smiled putting a plate stacked high in front of him. "How's the GR doing? Any problems with it?" Bulma sat as she awaited a reply, finding he had none to give she continued to talk. "Well, I'm going to tell you something but I better not find out you did this. But I made this gravity generator go up to 400 times gravity. This is just in hopes it last longer. Please Vegeta don't use it, I don't think the hull of the ship can handle it. Ok?"

Her words definitely had perked up the Saiyans interest, as he watched her. "Good to know." He grumbled with a mouth full of food. They sat in silence for a while longer until Bulma knew she had to tell him.

"Vegeta, I um…I went to your room today." She trailed off as his scowl deepened, quickly she added in. "I just went in there to get the dishes. You really need to bring those down. But while I was up there I noticed your blanket, um...I can get you another. I don't mind." A flash of blush crossed his face so faint that the woman saw nothing. He had tried quite hard to forget the reason why there were holes in his bedding. "I also saw that picture that you drew. I was just wondering…what was it?" She asked sweetly hoping not to offend or anger him.

Vegeta wiped his mouth. "The Royal symbol of the Saiyans." He said frankly taking another bite.

"Really? So that's your symbol?" She asked knowingly hoping to get more out of him than that.

"Yes, it is the symbol of the Royal family of Planet Vegeta. It distinguishes me from the commoner. It is the only thing I remember from my life back then." His voice was quiet and dark. Bulma could clearly tell he had no intention of saying anymore. She did not want to anger him. She only nodded.

They finished their dinner in silence as Vegeta stood to leave Bulma caught him by the arm. Her hand felt cold to his hot body. His eyes fixed on her small fingers. "There will be left over's in the fridge for you. Okay?" She released his arm feeling him tense up. "I'll get you a new blanket tomorrow and um…have a good night Vegeta." She turned to show her back to him looking to the ground.
Vegeta crept up the stairs, he hated being touched but her touch was something he kind of liked. It was like no other touch before. Everything before was pain or punishment her grasp was to keep him somewhere, as though his presence was wanted. He shook his head to get the thoughts out. He opened his door to find himself hit with the scent of flowers. The room was like it was before; just now it smelled like flowers. He turned his light on to show a vase with roses and carnations on the table beside the balcony door and beside his drawing stood a dark wood frame housing a photo. The photo that he and Bulma had taken just the night before.

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The makings of love.

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