Ok I don't own DBZ

Ok I don't own DBZ. Well, here's chapter 2. The chapters got a little messed up because for some reason, my computer decided to erase half of my story so I had to rewrite it! Stupid machine. I know it takes up at a strange place, sorry.

Chapter 2: Slow Revelations

"He's in that gravity thing. Why don't you go tell him breakfast is ready."

Sighing, she went out the kitchen door and around to the side where the gravity machine was. She knocked on the door. "Vegeta?"

"What do you want woman!" came his usual terse reply.

"Breakfast is ready."

The machine's hum slowly stopped as he turned it off, then the door flew open. "It's about time." He growled, but when he saw her, his eyes widened slightly. "What happened to you? Did you finally use up the world supply of that goop you pack on your face?" he laughed.

Bulma was in no mood for one of their insulting matches. Ignoring his comment, she just looked at him over the rim of her coffee mug. 'Hmm. He really is quite handsome, but I've thought that since the day he moved in here.' She thought. She looked over his tanned chiseled features, noticing for the thousandth time how sultry and full his lips were. Even though they were forever turned into that irritating smirk. Then she looked into those dark foreboding eyes, looking past the anger and hatred. Sure enough, there it was. Just like she had seen in the few momentary glances she got of him when his guard was down. Which wasn't often. A kind of lonely sadness.

"What are you staring at woman!?" he was becoming nervous under her scrutinizing gaze. And that annoyed him. How could this baka human female, make him feel like was a powerless imbecile by just looking at him?

She shrugged and smiled inwardly at his visible discomfort. "I was just wondering who you looked like. Your mother or father." His eyes widened in a brief moment of surprise before settling once again into that usual scowl. "I'd say you mostly look like your father. Your face and eyes are to masculine to have come from a woman. And that hair. I defiantly can't see that on a female. But, you have the poutiest lips. Those defiantly came from her."

His frown deepened at the thought of anything about him looking slightly feminine. "I wouldn't know what I got from that woman! I never laid eyes on her."

"How sad." She reached out and lightly traced his lips with her fingertips. "She must have been very beautiful." She felt the sharp intake of his breath and jerked her hand back. 'What are you doing?' she asked herself.

There was an awkward moment between them, as they just stared at each other.

"Uhh, breakfast is waiting." She mumbled and quickly retreated to the kitchen.

He stared after her for a few moments longer before following. He had a very strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. He dismissed it as hunger. ' I'm going to have to let that woman know that she is not to touch me unless I give her permission. She must be in some kind of human lunacy over her latest breakup with that baka human male. Yes, that's it. I'll let it slide this time.' He shook his head and wondered at why he was so lenient with her.

Vegeta was on his third plate of pancakes, eggs and bacon, when the phone rang. He winced as the shrill noise hurt his sensitive ears. He hated that contraption.

"Hello? Oh, good morning Goku! How are you? Oh, fine. Yes, she's right here. Just a second." Mrs. Briefs handed Bulma the phone.

"Hey Goku."

"Hey Bulma!" came Goku's cheerful voice. "What's up?"

"Oh, not much."

"You alright Bulma? You sound funny. You sick or something?"

"No, just a little down. I finally broke up with Yamcha for good."

"Gee, I'm really sorry to hear that. You gonna be alright?" he asked with concern.

"Yeah, I guess. It's just gonna take awhile."

"Well, I like Yamcha and all, but I don't believe he's the man who could really make you happy, you know. You deserve somebody who can give you what you need. Who knows, Prince Charming might be right under your nose and you just haven't realized it yet!" he laughed as if he knew a secret he wasn't sharing.

Bulma almost choked. She looked across the table at Vegeta. He was paused in mid bite, staring at her with an unreadable look on his face. He could obviously hear what Goku was saying. She felt her cheeks start to burn. "Uh, yeah, right." She giggled nervously.

"Why don't you come over and spend the day with Chichi. You can keep her company while she putting up some preserves."

"You sure she won't mind?"

"No, she said come on. She'd love to see you."

"Well, ok. I guess I could use some female company today."

"Great! Hey, see if you can drag Vegeta along with you. I need somebody stronger than Gohan and Piccolo to spar with today. I feel like a really good workout."

She looked back at the Saiyan prince. He was finishing his food, and only took time for a brief nod.

"He'll come."

"Great! We'll see you in a few then."

"Ok. Bye."

"Bye!"

She hung the phone up and took a nervous sip of her coffee.

"Are you going to the Son's today, dear?" her mother asked from her position at the sink.

"Yeah. Chichi's always good to talk to about stuff." She ignored Vegeta's disagreeing grunt. "We can talk while the boys beat the crap out of each other."

"That's nice dear."

"Need a lift?" she regretted the words as soon as they came out of her mouth. Why had she asked him such a stupid question. He could fly there a lot faster than she could drive, and he would probably point it out to her, too.

He grinned sadistically at her. "Yes, woman. You can chauffer me. Kami knows you should do something for me, since you can't cook worth a flip."

She stuck her tongue out at him as she walked out of the kitchen, causing him to chuckle.

"Oh, Vegeta dear. I told Bulma that I'd be flying out this afternoon to join her father in East Capital City. We're going to take a couple weeks vacation when his conference is over. Would you be a dear and keep an eye on her. She's really not herself right now." She patted him on the shoulder, totally oblivious to the way he tensed up.

He started to shout at her for treating him like some stupid Chikyuu male, but all he could was nod.

"Thank you, dear! Have fun with Goku today, and try not to get hurt!" she shouted from the stairs.

His shoulder slumped and he put chin in his palm, eyes narrowed into a furious glare. 'What is wrong with me! Have I gone mad? Yes, that must be it! I've let these baka human drive me insane. Now I know what's really wrong with Kakarot. Spending all that time among these horrible creatures made him loose his sanity. And why do I let them treat me with such disrespect? I am the prince of all Saiyans. They should be bowing and groveling at my feet in fear! Yet they treat me as though I'm one of their common hoard. I'm going to have to put them in their place, soon.' He thought in annoyance. His own behavior was really confusing him. These females made him crazy.

Well, what do you think? The next chapter will be about the day at the Sons. Can Goku drag out what's bothering the sullen Saiyan? And what is Bulma telling Chichi? Stay tuned. Same Bat time, Same Bat channel !

Chapter 3: What the Heck is Going On With You !