It was odd to sit across Vegeta in his humanoid form, thought Bulma as she stared into the rekindled fire of their earlier camp that did little to warm her insides. It was not even a cool night, but she couldn't help, but to shiver. Normally, she would've have Chagall at her side, but asking the aloof man in front of her, whether he could cuddle with her, was out of the question.
Whenever she had felt uncomfortable during her journey thus far, she had talked to her horse, assuming that he wouldn't understand what she was talking about, but the noises he had produced in response had soothed her nonetheless. In this very moment however, she did feel uncomfortable, but it was because of him. How was she supposed to treat him from this moment on?
Bulma shook her head. If she had no answer to the situation, then how must Vegeta feel? He was a prince from a faraway planet and if it hadn't been for this cursed witch, he would have never had to face his current predicament at all. This was so unjust!
"Is something bothering you?"
Vegeta's voice pulled her back to earth and she stared at him with an uncertain gaze.
"It is just… This is so confusing."
"So you'd rather not help me then?" he asked, his voice as neutral as it could be.
Bulma shook her head once more. "I have promised you, just as you have promised me."
"What is the matter then?"
Bulma remained silent for the rest of the night.
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This and the coming chapters will be rather small to get me going again.