A/N:

I actually don't have much to say...except THANKS TO EVERYONE READING THIS STORY! I'm glad everyone seems to be liking the story so far, and I hope this next chapter doesn't disappoint!

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39. Again. Crazy. Crazy. I love you all.

Oh, I should say that I'm ridiculously tired from kicking too many people yesterday, so...sorry if my A/N is a little...umm...wow I can't even think. I should sleep.

Disclaimer: Currently too tired to have a lawsuit. So I freely admit to not being Akira Toriyama and not owning DB/DBZ/DBGT.

He approached her slowly, thinking that any sudden noise might scare her in such a hostile environment. Any normal person would be cringing in fear, glancing back and forth at the sky when suddenly thrusted into a war zone. But, as he was discovering, Bulma was not a normal a person. She didn't really seem to be hiding at all. She smiled as soon as she saw him, running up rather slowly, her legs still not used to the gravity. Vegeta half smirked at that. I couldn't have picked something more fragile to protect. But he regarded it as a challenge.

His mind half hoped she would do that thing again, when her lips smoothly brushed against his face, but to his surprise, this time the Girl actually did hit him. "What took so long! I was getting all dirty hiding out behind that piece of scrap metal!"

Vegeta didn't answer her question but just placed the scouter in her hands. "Disable the tracker. Now."

"What did you say? 'Please disable the tracker, Miss Bulma?'"

He pushed her hands deeper to her chest, making the scouter jostle. Vegeta was running low on patience and, more importantly, time. "Do it."

"Is something wrong?" Bulma asked, ignoring her slight irritation.

Vegeta shook his head. Though it still boggled his mind a bit, he didn't want to worry her. "You're going to Earth." He wasn't sure how he would ever get there, but the Girl must have had some kind of idea. If her original story was even remotely true, she must have had some notion of where Earth was if she were traveling in space. He could at least get something off of that.

"Really!" She immediately threw her arms around the prince, making the Saiyan step back from the sudden warm graze of contact. Her body on his felt so inviting, and he found his fingers thumb through her strange colored hair. It was wild looking now, long and messy, almost like a Saiyan's. And even though Vegeta knew in his heart that this girl was no more than a weak human, he didn't stop his thoughts from running away anymore. He liked her. He wanted her with him. She was the only solace he had found since he was a little boy, and why should he have to give that up? He was a prince, and as a prince he was entitled to whatever the fuck he wanted. Even if that thing was some weak Earth girl.

"Yes." He looked at his fingers, gnawing through her hair and trying to take out bits of ruined grass and destroyed asphalt. Her scent hammered through his body. "I'm coming with you."

She pulled away at that, and Vegeta immediately tensed, feeling betrayed. He became heated and turned around to fly away, but Bulma's voice planted him back firmly on the ground. "Guess I better hack this thing pretty quickly, huh?"

He let a thin smile escape, but quickly made it vanish. "Yes. There's a tracker in the space pod too that you'll also need to disable. Now if you had listened to me in the first place, you'd probably be done by now!"

Bulma grinned and walked up to him, making Vegeta wonder if she was going to hit him again, if her light punch could even qualify as a hit. But instead, she planted another small kiss on his cheek, immediately making the prince's ki flare up. "Never change, do you?"

"Why would I?"

"Right, how foolish of me." Bulma positioned herself on the ground and started tinkering with the scouter, pressing random keys in all sorts of orders and making the device beep rapidly. Her blue eyes glanced up hesitantly, "You can sit...this may take some time."

"I don't follow orders."

"Not an order, Vegeta." Bulma smiled even though her focus was entirely on the scouter. "Just a suggestion. How about this? I order you to stay standing!"

He smirked and immediately sat, his body becoming warmer and warmer as the girl's smile grew. "I realized I haven't asked you about Frieza in a while."

Bulma immediately groaned, "Do we really have to discuss that creep again?"

"I do still intend on getting my revenge, Girl." That was a part of him he would never sacrifice. "No matter where I'm going now, I'll find him and make sure he dies by my hands."

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I really hope you do." She looked up briefly and then sighed, "But Zarbon said nothing. Absolutely nothing. I can't believe I thought he was my perfect man. What a riot."

Vegeta blinked, "...Your what?"

"Er...never mind. All Zarbon ever said was that you'd basically have to be immortal if you were to ever fight against Frieza and remain living afterwards."

Immortal? The Saiyan Prince's mind mulled over the word. It was something perfectly unobtainable. Hell, becoming a mythical Super Saiyan was much more likely, and he had no reason to believe anyone could ever be a Super Saiyan. His father had once declared it to be Vegeta's royal birthright, that he alone could posses the power to transform into the ultimate warrior. But that memory only made Vegeta scoff. It wouldn't be the first time his father lied to him for false hope. He steered his attention back to Bulma's suggestion. "He's completely useless. There's no way anyone could just become immortal." She seemed to suddenly laugh nervously before turning back to the scouter. Vegeta ignored her and continued, "But the bastard isn't immortal himself. I'll just train. I don't care how long it takes but one day he..."

"Done!" Bulma handed back the red scouter. "And now you won't have to destroy it!"

Vegeta grunted, completely satisfied, and took the scouter. He started to place it back over his eyes, but stopped hearing Bulma groan. "What is it, Girl?" She can be absolutely infuriating.

"Nothing..." She made that annoying noise again, that timid sort of laughter that made his heart actually feel anxious. "You just look a lot cuter without that thing on."

Vegeta's eyes widened at the words, "Cute? I'm a Saiyan Prince. I do not look cute." He replied, his voice sounding incredibly raspy.

But Bulma just continued that trilling laughter, placing her hands on her hips and closing one eye in false examination, "Who's the girl here, Vegeta? I think I'm the expert on the cuteness of guys. And you're pretty cute."

"Stop saying that!"

"I don't get you!" She walked closer, placing her hands on his shoulders and pressing herself against his body. He remained stolid, completely unsure of what she was doing, of what her mind intended. Vegeta prided himself on his abilities of reading an enemy. He was an expert tactician; strategy was a vital component of battle. But Bulma was no enemy, and her actions were completely unpredictable. More energy seemed to swarm through his back, collecting deep into the lower portion of his abdomen. That warm rush invaded his brain and lungs, making his normally easy, rhythmic breathing almost labored. Bulma's lips rose into a slight grin, "Can't you take a compliment? Or would you prefer me to call you something else?"

He made no response, letting her fingers trail down his Saiyan armor, wishing that he wasn't wearing it to begin with. His thoughts stopped conflicting, and he felt immediate relief that his mind was no longer divided. Vegeta let her hands feel up his arms, smirking at her seemingly surprise face at his musculature. He allowed himself to touch her blue hair again, that color seeming more beautiful now than bizarre. She had stunning eyes, he finally realized, like nothing he had ever seen. While his were one dark hue, hers seemed to be a multitude of different shades of blue framing her black pupils in perfect contrast. Such a weird creature. His fingertips pressed on the top base of her neck, pushing her closer to him and earning a small squeak from the fragile girl in front of him. He let his hands feel her soft skin though his gloves, the light, thin fabric of her clothes, before residing firmly on her hips, which he also brought closer to his body. Instinct seemed to be his guide, experience surely being completely absent from his brain. Bulma's sharp intake of breath when his hot mouth hit her skin only made him press harder. His teeth lightly scraped across the taut skin of her neck, which he soon replaced by his lips. Vegeta scattered their placement haphazardly, one by her pulse, three across her jaw line, two on her collarbone, each wet touch seeming to win a different reaction from the girl he was holding so firmly.

He pulled away slightly, letting his now thoroughly labored breath fume against her hot and slightly red skin. "What did you do?" His voice sounded too deep, he barely recognized it.

Bulma blinked, taking a while for the word to fully form in her mouth, "What?" It sounded as if she hadn't been breathing.

Vegeta's smile grew cocky. He hadn't realized she was enjoying it that much. To her despair, he raised his head up, residing his lips right against her cheek. "Was it this?" He pushed lightly against her skin, trying to mimic the memorable action, but Bulma immediately pulled away.

"I didn't want to do that." She pressed harder on to him when she saw his slight angered expression. "Don't get scared, okay?"

"Hmph. Do you remember who you're talking to?"

She just maintained her grin, leaning in closer, and despite Vegeta's instincts screaming for him to move back, he remained stationary, letting Bulma's nose touch his. Her hot breath hit him like a strong punch to the face, "...I might not be any good."

He shook his head, "I don't care." His body quaked with impatience, "Just do it."

She cut him off briskly, pushing her lips onto his own. The sensation was like nothing else he had experienced. Wet, warm, rushed, yet strong. This contact was so unfamiliar and yet so distinct. He felt himself rubbing against her harder and harder, becoming insatiable at this contact. Her lips were so soft, her sweet scent striking his airways with even more power than he thought such a weak creature could ever posses. Vegeta almost broke contact when the wet tip of her tongue glided against the crease in his lips, but Bulma did it for him, thoroughly discouraged. "Open your mouth."

Vegeta smirked, "Excuse me?"

"You're supposed to..."

It was her turn to be cut off, but Bulma didn't seem to mind, hungrily indulging in the Saiyan's direct kiss. He wasn't one to take commands, not by anyone or for anything. He let his own tongue trail out of his mouth and press against her own, and Bulma opened her eyes, a little angry, but then happily obliged to his request. The combined heat of their bodies was consuming every inch of his skin, burning through his blood as he pressed harder and harder onto the girl's lips and as his tongue slid around her mouth.

It was sloppy and wet and harsh but completely exhilarating.

He couldn't get enough of this foreign contact. It ached his joints like a good punch to the stomach, but he didn't mind. He just became hungrier for more. There was a furious surge of adrenaline screaming in his veins, and he pushed harder onto her, his grip around her waist tightening with frantic need.

Bulma pulled away again, gasping for air and wiping her mouth of wet saliva. "That...hurt."

His breath quickly recovered, but he still watched her labor, chest heaving as she took in more oxygen. The sight made Vegeta have to refrain himself from closing the distance between them again. "What did you expect?" But he really had no idea that action was hurting her. He was already holding back enough, not trying to be too rough though his brain and hormones were screaming for that release.

"Something like that..." Bulma sat down on the dirt, legs folded on one side. "Like it was..." She stopped talking blushing instead, but pride got the best of her and she forced herself to continue, "Really, Vegeta? You know I'm not as strong as you are. But who thought it would hurt kissing you."

He reached down and grabbed her wrist, dragging her back up and letting her lean against his body while his fingers searched through her blue hair again. "It won't happen again. I didn't mean to hurt you."

She smiled and let her own hand touch his neck, "Who knew...you actually are sweet."

He ignored her. "Though it's not my fault you're so weak."

Bulma huffed and moved away from him instantly, "Asshole."

"Weakling." He smirked at their banter and then walked up closer. "We need to go back to the cave and leave Nappa his space pod." Vegeta narrowed his eyes seeing that Bulma needed further explanation, "You have the capsule for our space pods, and there's no way I'm letting Nappa die on Karbos. After what he's done to me, he deserves to suffer under Frieza's reign."

"Oh, okay." She placed her hands out, "Maybe now you'll hold me like a person when we fly?"

"Hmph." He grabbed her waist and placed her roughly over his shoulder, "Not likely."

A/N:

So this chapter was a little different than the last one. hope that makes up for the lack of B/V interaction...maybe?

Umm...I know I probably want to say something else...umm...CRAP. WHY AM I SO TIRED. I'm just going to thank everyone for reading, pathetically beg for reviews, and go take a nap. Nighty Night!