A/N: Ok, well apparently there was some confusion over how Vegeta's name is spelled in Japanese, (which is the way I'm referring to him in this fic,) but in reality I am spelling it correctly. There is no 'V' or 'Va' sound in Japanese, and the last time I looked at my sister's Vegeta action figure box, the first Hiragana symbol on it was the 'Be' symbol. ^_^ So. . . yeeah.. Now that's settled. Enjoy the chapter!

Thank ye very much for the reviews ^_^

~ Scratch Beneath the Surface ~

Chapter 2

Bejiita walked into Bulma's bedroom that night and found her asleep on the floor. He grunted, At least she knows where her place is. He chuckled to himself quietly, but then his eye twitched in sudden realization. No. Her place is in my bed. He sat down on the bed and dug the heels of his hands into his eyes. There's just no control anymore. . . There's just no choice. I have to get stronger. I must! . . . so much at stake. . . And there's that freak of nature to consider. What's its name?

"And by the way, my name is Bulma, Mr. Prince, so you can stop calling me that affectionate little nickname, 'earthling.'" She was awake and . . . talking to him like he was a low-class soldier! Bejiita rose slowly, but then spun around to face her, rage bubbling up from his stomach,

"Goddammit, woman! That's the last time you speak to me as an equal!" He punched his fist into the wall to emphasize his point, but Bulma only winced. She shrugged,

"Whatever," Her voice wavered only a little and she pretended that she was unaffected by his action. She faced away from him to look out the small window; "It seems to me that somebody's a little grumpy today. Perhaps some anger management classes would do you good?" She said, the mischievous side of her beginning to overtake the rational one. "I bet that underneath that façade of teenage angst and murderous rage there's really a fun-loving guy." She laughed, but when she turned to see the look on Bejiita's face she stopped. He grabbed her roughly, pinning her unmovable to the wall. She squirmed, but to no avail.

"Very funny, onna. But I'm not looking for a female with a sense of humor!" He spat, and then squeezed her waist and backside painfully. Bulma grunted,

"Well . . . that's . . . obvious." She paused, taking a breath, "So in that case I guess you should just let me go, shouldn't you . . . Mr. Prince?" She tried to wiggle free, again losing the battle. He smirked,

"That's just what you would like me to do, isn't it?" He cooed. Bulma gulped in fear, but at the same time she was enjoying his closeness way too much. Get a hold of yourself, Bulma! Come on! She put a smirk on her own face,

"Yes." She said sweetly and brought a hand up from her side and stroked his cheek and then smiled. To her surprise, he groaned. She took away her hand.

What is it about this baka earthling? He growled aloud and peeled Bulma off the wall, tossing her onto the bed. "No." He said simply, beginning an assault on her neck with his mouth. Bulma clutched his arms and back suddenly, gasping. His touch was . . . was intoxicating. No, no no! You can't let this happen, Bulma! He's a murderer, he just wants your body. He—. Bejiita began to caress her back, making her muscles relaxed . . . making her want to melt. But her stubbornness kicked in again, and she began to struggle against him. She managed to crawl out of his grasp, moving to the side. When she did so, his arms shook and he almost collapsed onto the bed. What in Kami's name is wrong with him? Bulma moved out of his way and pushed him back down on the sheets when he tried to get up again, and then poked him in the shoulder.

"Hey—"

Bejiita winced at her informal address to him. She decided she would pay him some respect; after all, he hadn't raped her . . . yet.

"Hey, Prince Bejiita, what's wrong? I bet it was me," She grinned, "I have that affect on men, you know." But then she frowned when he continued to stare at her for no apparent reason at all. "What's wrong with—" She was cut off when his leg knocked her off balance from below and she fell on him with a grunt. He pulled her up quickly and kissed her, this time on her mouth and she was rendered speechless once again.

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A/N 2: So I bet you're like, "what the hell is going on?" ^_^ I'm sorry this chapter was so short, but I promise more soon- I'm thinking around Friday or Saturdayish. Then you'll find out where I'm going with all this and what's going to happen.. and blah blah blah. ^_^ Do review and tell me what you think. Bai bai! ~Moon