Hi all! I am back! As you know this is my first attempt at a DBZ romance so I'm like…. excited! Hehehe! But anyhow, lets get this Rollin'. Okay okay, just for references only, this story MIGHT turn into a rated R for strong situations (Like violence, blood scenes, ect…but no sex!!)

Disclaimer: I don't any of the DB series whatsoever. This story is written for the pure soul purpose of entertainment of its readings. No money will be made. Thanks! So, please don't sue me! I don't have any money! ^_^

AN: Hihi, I am really bored right now, so I decided to write the time away. I hope you like this piece. I am going to kick it into high gear now! Te he he! Oh, btw, I am going to do something new. I am going to bring Yamcha in the picture. The actual breaking up will be in a later chapter.



Wishful dreams, tattered hearts

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Chapter Five

2 weeks later…



Nothing.

Bulma didn't have a nightmare or saw him, The Watcher, for 2 weeks. Things started to look normal again. Even Vegeta seems to lighten up…a little. Sitting in her lab, Bulma could get away from everything and everyone who gave her a headache. Especially Vegeta. Bulma's mind, for the millionth time that day, shifted to thoughts of the harsh prince. 'What am I doing!!? I am suppose to be in love with Yamcha!' Bulma tried desperately to get Vegeta out her head, but to no travail. "Dang it" Bulma clutched her fist till they grew white.

Suddenly, Bulma's mom, Mrs. Briefs, called from the bottom of the stairs. "Bulma, dear, Yamcha is on the phone" Bulma smiled. That's exactly what she would need. To talk to Yamcha. Rushing down, Bulma took the phone from her mother.

"Hello" she said in a happy tone.

"Hey baby, what's up?" Yamcha's voice rose at the sound of her cheery voice.

"Nothing. I'm bored out of my mind right now" Bulma grinned, twiddling the cord with her index finger.

"Oh, well, that's what I was hoping to hear because I got us front row seats at the festival concert this weekend" Yamcha said in a cool tone.

Bulma gasped, "The festival already. My God! I had forgotten that it was that time of year" Bulma ran a hand through her hair.

Yamcha chuckled, "Its okay babe. So, pick you up at 8 this Saturday?" he asked.

Bulma nodded, "Okay, great! See ya then Yamcha!"

"Okay babe, later" and with that, Yamcha hung up.



Bulma hung up the phone with a smile on her face. Things were starting to look up for her once again. That was, until a certain Saiyan prince came in with his usual scowl on his face.

Vegeta looked Bulma over. He still didn't understand why she wanted that weakling Yamcha. She could do better then that baka who always broke her heart. 'Wait a minute! Why should I care about my woman…' there he went again…MY woman. Vegeta shook his head, trying to break free, but all he saw was her face. Growling, he walked in the living room, not even bothering to make himself mile high sandwiches he had previously decided to do.

Noticing Vegeta's expression confusing Bulma. Bulma cocked her head to the side as she studied Vegeta from the kitchen's doorway. She saw he sat on the couch, mumbling something in a language that she couldn't understand. Crossing arms loosely in front of her chest, she walked quietly to Vegeta. When Bulma got close enough, her blue eyes met his black raven eyes. His eyes held an intense aura that demanded respect. Bulma also noticed like he angry. But at whom? Himself? Possibly her. Kami knows how many times he and her fought over the tiniest things. But she noticed something else. Something that made her worry. Fear. It wasn't totally visible, but it was just enough to get the hint of it.

Vegeta watched her like a hawk watching his prey. He looked in her beautiful blue auras. He couldn't place the emotion that was plastered on her flawless face. Was it worry? Vegeta knew vary little of this emotion. He was always raised to hunt, to kill, and to destroy the enemy before he could destroy you. He was taught to be ruthless and without emotion. And being with Freeza all those years enforced it. Molded into a heartless warrior, he never knew emotions. Right now, as he gazed upon her, he saw worry take her features. He watched aimlessly as Bulma moved to his side on the couch.

Bulma moved gracefully to his side, studying his features careful. He looked stiff. Litterly stiff. "Vegeta" she began. He looked angered. "What is it woman?" he growled.

Bulma put a soft hand on his bicep. Vegeta flinthead slightly, but he allowed her to tough him. "Woman…" he tried to say, but all it came out as just a hush whisper.

"Vegeta…your…tense" She said, moving her hand up gently his surprising soft bicep.

Vegeta watched her hand move up and touch the top of his shoulder. Vegeta shivered as the chills rose up his spine. "Bulma….don't" He nearly pleaded. Bulma stopped, shocked. Bulma giggles. Vegeta glared at her, confusion overriding anything else. "What are you giggling about woman?" Bulma stopped giggling, covering her surprised look with a smile. "I just never heard you call me by my name before Vegeta" Bulma actually loved to hear that way he said her name. It sent chills up her spine. Bulma blinked. 'What am I doing?!! I am in love with Yamcha! This can't be happening!' Bulma chewed herself out. But she couldn't help but to think of the Saiyan Prince. His intense eyes, he's smirk, his sexy body. Bulma's heart leaped in her chest as a thought of him shirtless as she's seen him many times before.

Snapping out her trance, Bulma looked at Vegeta thoughtfully. Then, when he all did was stare back, she continued her pursuit up his to his neck. When she was there, she began to massage his neck. Vegeta tried to move away, but the sudden wave of pleasure engulfed him. Bulma moved closer to him, both her hands on him, massaging his around his shoulder, back, and neck areas. Vegeta, to Bulma, felt like steal. 'No wonder he's restless..' Bulma thought as her fluid motioned engulfed the Prince. As

the fluid motions roamed his stiff muscles, Vegeta involuntarily moaned. He was enjoying the massage Bulma was giving him now.

Sometime later, when all was quiet, and nothing but the ticking on the clock was heard, Bulma sat behind a relaxed Vegeta, still gently massaging him. Breathing in one accord, Bulma's thoughts drifted to her nightmare and encounter. Suddenly, she heard a faint voice fill the room.

"1…2…I'm coming for you"

Bulma stopped massaging Vegeta to listen. Her breathing turned from calm to rasp as she listened.

"3…4…no where to run or hide"

Bulma's heart raced. Her worse fears in her nightmare were haunting her now. Vegeta looked to see the utter terror in Bulma's eyes. Vegeta suddenly grew worried. "What is it woman?" he asked in a soft voice. But Bulma didn't respond, because she was looking into the window. The window where that same being who came to her just 2 weeks later. His same evil smirk was seen as she watched him. Bulma began to shake.



"5…6…The Watcher is coming for you" He said, just before he disappeared.



Vegeta looked at Bulma. 'What's wrong? What is she looking at? When he looked, he saw nothing but his and Bulma's reflected on the tinted window. When Vegeta looked at Bulma once again, his eyes widened at the sight. She was terrified. Not just in terror, but every part of her body shook in terror. Vegeta turned around and looked at her. Bulma's blue eyes still stared at the window. Vegeta waved a hand in front of her face, trying to get her to snap out of it. When she looked at him finally, she burst into tears. Wrapping her shaking arms around his neck, she cried into his shirt. Vegeta wrapped his arms around her waist, comforting her. "Shhhh, shush little omna." Vegeta didn't know how to comfort Bulma, but he wouldn't stop trying.

Bulma cries hardened. "I…I..I saw him again!" she wailed. Vegeta rocked her with her, not realizing he was rocking her. "Saw whom woman?" he asked softly. Bulma sniffled. "Him…he calls himself" Bulma thought for a minute. "The Watcher" Bulma said the last part with a sob. Vegeta looked at her thoughtfully. "Who is he?" he asked. Bulma shook her head. "I donno. I never heard of him before" she said, freeing her eyes from the tears. Vegeta thought for a minute. He didn't know what to say. Bulma looked at him and sighed. "Look…Vegeta..i'm sorry for" but she was cut off short by his figure tips pressing softly against her lips. "Woman, you need to rest" he said, just before he lifted her up again for the second time. Bulma would have protested, but his warm body was comforting.

Taking her to her room, Vegeta laid her on her bed and softly covered her with her comforters. Bulma, who was now asleep, didn't realize Vegeta, as he lay beside her, had stayed with her. Resting against the headboard, Vegeta was determined to guard and watch over Bulma as she slept. Making sure no one would harm her. As she slept, Vegeta glanced down at her, smirking softly. 'Baka woman omna. What have you done to me?' he thought as he gently reached down and moved a stray hair from her face. 'Beautiful…' he thought as he slowly drifted off to sleep.



Hi peeps!, I am sorry it took me along time, but I got busy. So, how was it? Boring? Weird? Stupid?? Awesome!!? Tell me! R/R please!!!!!!!