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A/N, heh...sorry for the wait, I guess I was preoccupied with school and such. Anyway, here is the long awaited chapter and I hope you guys aren't mad at me. I'll try to get the next chapter out sooner, I really don't know where I'm going with this story, I have a habit of just to start writing, think it's good, post it and then get stumped on what to write next in it. Just be patient with me and I'll probably figure it out, sooner or later.


Chapter three

Vegeta growled as he remembered his incident earlier that evening with Bulma. When she thought him low enough to think he was afraid of a single needle. He shook his head at her insolence, he punched at and invisible opponent, emphasizing his thoughts.

Damn woman, she's going to be the end of me. If she isn't already, that damn boyfriend' of hers is to stressful, I'd be doing the world some damn good thing if I killed him. He mused to himself, his smirk back on his face as he played the situation in front of his eyes, making the movements like he was really attacking Yamcha. He still had that satin shirt that Bulma had given him the day it happened. He looked out the small windows that surrounded the capsule to find it was dark, and he stars had come out.

The picture of Bulma's face popped in his head, trying ot shake it out he closed his eyes, bad mistake. He now had a full image of what Bulma was wearing the last time he saw her. He gave out a loud growl, and thrust his eyes open.

Dammit! Damn that woman to hell and back! Vegeta pushed himself out of his sit ups and stalked out of the gravity room, now unoccupied. The summer was fading into autumn, though summers warmth still lingered. He stopped just halfway to the house and breathed deep, glancing at the sky,The air was turned from humid to dry. He looked at the turning leaves of a tree nearby, the intermingling colors of orange and yellow. He shook his head and walked into the door. He wandered into the kitchen, where there was a note on the counter. He looked around the dark room before picking it up. It read.


Vegeta, dinners in the fridge, heat it up this time before you eat it, please?


Vegeta rolled his eyes. He set the note back on the table and grabbed the plate stacked high with food and stuck it in the microwave, it almost didn't fit. While he waited, he picked up a magazine that he noticed under a chair. He opened it to reveal many woman almost naked. He quickly closed it and threw it across the room in one movement. He shuddered at the thought, that he could have been caught with that despicable thing, he was *not* a hentai, and he didn't plan on the earth changing that. The looked around the dark room once again, thinking he heard something. He shrugged thinking that he was just hearing things and turned away.

The microwave beeping brought him out of the world' he disappeared in. He would have to confront the Briefs family about this one, leaving things like that around the house where little kids like Kakkorot's demon spawn could find. He took the hot food out of microwave and set it on the table, sitting in front of it. He ate slowly this time, in stead of scarfing it down like normal. No need to hurry, it wasn't like he was going to go train again tonight, not with thoughts that lingered there when he did. He just needed to keep himself preoccupied, now if he could go spar with Kakkorot, then maybe. He decided to watch a little of the device the humans call a T.V. when he finished he didn't take the time to bring the plate to the sink, and he just left it on the table.

When Vegeta turned on the t.v. it immediately formed the picture of a couple of wrestlers circling each other. Vegeta, satisfied with the channel, set the control down on the armchair. He settled down, and relaxed into the couch. Nothing really interesting happened, until one of them jumped out of the ring and brought back a chair. And when he smashed it over the others head, knocking him down. This brought Vegeta to laughed maliciously. When they started overcome the referee, he couldn't help but think that incredibly funny, slapping his thigh he laughed more. He didn't realize how loud he was, until after the fifth outburst, Bulma came down the stairs to see what was going on.

What she saw was Vegeta sitting in an armchair in front of a big screen t.v. laughing his ass off at the people while they beat each other up with inanimate objects. She watched for a few more moments, and when one of the was thrown out and the girl stepped in, Vegeta laughed so hard he started to shed tears. Bulma started laughing also, but not at the t.v, at Vegeta. She had never seen him in such a good mood. Maybe she should reprogram every t.v. in the house to turn to a wrestling show every time it was turned on, if Vegeta enjoyed them so much. She watched him for a few more minutes, she couldn't hold it in any longer and let out a loud laugh.

At her laugh, Vegeta turned around and noticed Bulma still chuckling on the steps. Smirking, he motioned for her to come closer. Bulma started and looked at him suspiciously, decided he had nothing against her, she cautiously came closer. Vegeta grinned at her waited for her to sit. When she did he leaned a little closer to ask her something.

You call this martial arts? He questioned, smirking at her. Bulma gave him a confused look, then looked at the t.v. and laughed. She leaned back into the chair, deciding that if Vegeta was in a good mood, then she might as well take advantage of it and play along.

No, Vegeta, this is wrestling, it's not even real. Bulma chuckled, Vegeta lifted an eyebrow. If you filmed the sparring sessions you had with Goku, you guys would be rich.

You're already rich, why would I need more money? Vegeta asked, settling back into the couch and watching the t.v. again. Bulma rolled her eyes.

For your information, Mr. Royal-pain-in-the-ass, if you did that than you wouldn't have to live off of me, duh. came Bulma's answer as she shoved his shoulder. Vegeta just looked at her with a blank look on his face.

Your that desperate to get rid of me then. Bulma just looked at him, and rolled her eyes. Vegeta crossed his arms and watched her. She let out a rush of hair that sounded irritated.

No...I just think it would be better if you bought your own food. Than I wouldn't harp on you for it. Alright? Vegeta kept watching her for a few more moments before shrugging. She watched him, expecting him to jump up and take her advise.

They wouldn't buy it because they wouldn't be able to see it. Vegeta explained, sitting up on the couch, preparing to leave. Bulma caught his sleeve. He turned and focused his icy look on her, all though it seemed melted at the moment.

she said, Vegeta paused himself, and looked down at her with a confused look. Than he smirked and pulled free, leaving her alone on the couch. She watched him leave until he was out of sight. She didn't know why she had said that, it just seemed right. He put her in a better mood after his excapade just five minutes ago. She took a glance out of the window, it was a still warm summer night. The stars out, twinkling in their own delight. She smiled, it had been awhile since she had taken a walk under the stars, and since she couldn't go back to sleep now, she might as well take that opportunity. She stood and walked over the plush carpet and to a small wooden door, opened it and took out a white thin jacket. She slipped on a pair of sneakers and left out the door. Once out she breathed in the cool, refreshing air. It had a feel to it that made you want to jump and run. She pulled her arms over herself and walked on the pathway to a small bench in the capsule corp. garden, in front a small, kidney shaped pond. She remembered when she was little she used to always jump in and swim, that was until her father said that there were fish in the pond, she said so, and he said they feced in it. She never touched that water again.

Bulma laughed at her memories. She gave thought to what Vegeta's memories were, bad? Good? Probably bad, and it would do her good if she didn't ask him about it. Did she really like him? Did he like her back? She took a look at the swimming fish in the pond, swimming round' and round', no care in the world. She wanted that, she wanted to feel that there was nothing to worry about. But there was -always- something to worry about, either the safty of the Earth, or if Vegeta's was going to blow the gravity chamber again. What would she do if he -did- make advances to her, would she welcome them, or shy away? Hopefully, if he did, she wouldn't act like an idiot. Or she wouldn't make the wrong choice like she had with Yamcha, but she didn't think he was anything like Yamcha. He hasn't spent anytime out of the house except to spar with Goku, only once has he left to town alone. She thought nothing of it, except he came back with the slight smell of alcohol, but he was wasted.

A thought occurred to her, what was it like to fly? She had always either been in a aircraft or in someone's arms. She did not know what it was like to fly alone, she always saw Vegeta flying away at night. She wanted to be able to get away like that, to be able to get places that other things can't because of the excess objects either an aircraft or plane created. A soft cool breeze lightly touched her face, she tilted her head, enjoying the touch of wind. The tree's ruffled their leaves as if to react to her current state. She glanced up at the dark windows and balcony's of the capsule Corp. guest rooms. There was one light, Vegeta's. What is he doing? She thought he was going to sleep. Bulma shifted herself and turned to look at the window more easily. She saw one shadow on the wall, with a flame of black hair. The shirt that was pulled of made a slight pink rush into Bulma's cheeks, she turned away. She didn't know what was wrong with her, Vegeta had walked by her many times in nothing but skimpy training shorts, they were spandex anyway. And now she was acting like a schoolgirl by seeing his shadow take a shirt off? She defiantly must be tired or something. She shook her head and started back in the house, but not before taking one more glance at the still lit window.