Hi all, Chapter 18 is here…;): As you know this is my first attempt at a DBZ romance so I'm like…. So totally excited here!! Hehehe! But anyhow, lets get this Rollin'. Well, as you might have guessed it…I am not through yet! I have so much more to go till this ficcy is done!

Disclaimer: I don't own 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! ^_~ I do own The Watcher and misc chars that make their little appearances here and there. If you wish to use them, that includes "The Watcher", please ask for permission first. Thank you!! ^_^



AN: Hi all, well because you asked for it here it is. ^_^ A mushy love scene made especially for those who have been waiting patiently for this moment. Oh, and don't worry…there will be more… ^_~ Oh, and do not expect this chappy to be a NC-17 chappy. I don't do NC-17. But it will be a PG-13 chappy. ^^



AFN: if this chappy is a little OOC…forgive me! I couldn't resist a sweet love scene.





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Chapter Eighteen



9pm, Capsule Corp…



Unlocking the door silently, Bulma quietly made her way into the mansion. Setting her keys and capsule car on the table, Bulma went into the kitchen for a late dinner.

Turning on the kitchen light, Bulma proceeded to rummage through the cabinets to find something eat that the royal pain hasn't already eaten for himself. When all she found was can goods, she then went to the fridge to see if her mother saved her some leftovers. Well, there was left over noodles and rice in the fridge. Everything else was picked clean. Sighing heavily, Bulma grabbed what was left of the noodle and rice from the fridge. Putting the food in the microwave, she sat down to wait for it to finish heating up.



She had no idea, however, that a certain Saiyan prince was watching her. Even now as she fiddled with her silverware. Bulma didn't even noticed as he walked up behind her. Not until he pressed his lips to her neck did she gasp. When she turned to see who it was, her vision was caught up in none other then Vegeta. Her sudden shock turned to anger.



"Vegeta! What in Kami's name are you doing sneaking up on me like that!?" her narrowed eyes gazed upon his amused face.



"Because I felt like it" he replied back, a sly smirk spreading across his lips.



Bulma frowned. She wasn't really in the mood for his remarks or his smirk at the moment. "Whatever Vegeta" she said with a sigh. Getting up, she walked to the microwave to check on her food.

Vegeta eyed Bulma. 'The onna is acting unusual today.' He noticed she was not her usual feisty. Save the brief moment she saw anger just a few moments ago. "Woman, what is wrong with you?" Vegeta asked. He silently cursed himself for acting with concern.



Bulma turned around, completely in shock. Vegeta was acting concerned. "Nothing is wrong…" her voice trailing off as she looked into his raven eyes. Those eyes in him she saw concern. But something else was there. Could it be…love? 'No, it couldn't be. This man could not love. But yet, as I look into his eyes, I see a side of softness I never have seen before.' She thought. Her heart sped up faster at her own thoughts. But her thoughts were interrupted when Vegeta's voice filled her thoughts.



"Baka woman, tell me the truth!" his eyes fixed on her blue ones.



Bulma paused for a moment. Not willing to tell what was really eating at her. She just knew from her past experiences that he would probably laugh or mock at her. To be honest, she wasn't looking forward to none of it. All she wanted was to feel like she was not alone. But would he mock her again with laugher as if it was some joke? "I can't" she finally spoke. She could feel tears weld up. She fought against them, not wanting to provoke him.



Vegeta eyed her. "And why not?" his question came out low…understanding yet confused.



"I just can't Vegeta. You wouldn't understand…" her voice was low. Her battle to not cry slowly slipping away.



Vegeta could tell something was wrong. But what? Vegeta grinded his teeth. 'Blast these emotions' he silently cursed himself out. How could he, the Prince of all Saiyans act on these weak human emotions? He would never know it appears. All he could think about these days was that loud-mouthed onna who somehow managed to claim his dead heart.



"Because I don't want to hear your criticism and sarcasm right now Vegeta" she said flatly. When she looked at Vegeta after she said that, her eyes widened a little at the sight she saw. Was it hurt? She couldn't get a fix, because she saw now an emotionless expression.



Vegeta stood there a little hurt. 'Blast!' he cursed again. Was he allowing himself to be hurt? Couldn't she see that he wanted her? To cause her to be her old self again would be music to his ears. To hold her close to his chest, smelling her hair's wonderful sent fill his nostrils. "Onna, I wouldn't have done that," he said in a low tone.

Bulma stared at him for the longest time. All the while debating rather or not to confess. Bulma sighed finally, deciding she still couldn't. "I…I can't Vegeta. I'm sorry" with that, she jogged up to her room, shutting the door behind her.



Vegeta watched her jog up the stairs to her room. Even then, Vegeta wanted to stop her and take her into his arms, assuring her everything was going to be alright.



Bulma plopped on her bed, covering her face with one of her pillows. Tears filled her eyes, stinging them. 'Why am I crying' she asked herself. She couldn't understand why she was crying. Then it hit her. 'Could it be I am afraid of getting hurt by him?' she asked herself. She didn't have to think for long. Because she already knew the answer. "Yes, I am afraid…"



"Afraid of what Onna?"



Bulma gasped, looking up. There was Vegeta. Standing in the balconies doorway. "No…nothing" she stuttered.



"Your lying to me onna" he said in a calm tone.



Bulma sighed. "Alright, so what if I am. Its not like you care" she said, a little more harshly then she intended.



Vegeta took a step forward. Approaching Bulma's side in a calm and fluid motion. "I don't." then he added, "I asked you what your afraid of woman" his same calm tone caused Bulma to shiver slightly.



Bulma frowned. "I am not afraid of nothing" her voice wavering a bit.



Vegeta was standing over Bulma now, looking down at her from a towering view. Bending down, his nose was now mere inches from hers. He could smell her perfume and could almost taste her smell. It was sweet fragrance. "Are you afraid of me?" he asked bluntly.



This came as a shock to Bulma. She wasn't afraid of him. She was just afraid of rejection and being alone in her time of crisis. "No, I'm not afraid of you" then she added, "I am just afraid of what you'll say if I do tell the truth. And to be honest, I am not ready to tell" she said, her voice never wavering from its truthfulness.



Vegeta eyed her. Now she was telling the truth. He could sense it. "Woman" he started. For the first time in his life. He had not a clue what to say next.



"Yes?" she asked, waiting for him to finish.



Vegeta couldn't hold it in any longer. He then grabbed her up, and kissed her. Pressing his lips to her in a passionate kiss.



Bulma was shocked at first, but leaned into his kiss. Wrapping her slender arms around his broad neck, she took in every ounce of his sweet and tender kiss.



Vegeta wrapped his arms around her waist and back, pulling her closer to his rock hard chest. He could feel her heart race along side his as they continued in sweet bliss. Vegeta's tongue lightly scrapped across her lips, asking permission to enter her mouth with his tongue. When he felt her mouth open, he shot his tongue in her mouth savoring every ounce of her.



Bulma moaned as she felt his tongue move around with hers. She savored every moment. Feeling him up against her. Loving the moments in this kiss was breathtaking. Finally what seems like hours. The couple parted, catching their breath.



"Onna" Vegeta said softly, allowing her to lay her head against his chest. Bulma in turn, did as he wanted.



"Yes?" she said, her arms wrapped firmly around him.



"I could never harm you" he said matter-of-factly.



Bulma looked up at him with a smile. "Really?"



Vegeta nodded. "Yes"



Bulma was never so glad as to hear these words. Maybe he did care? Before Bulma could reply, she felt him pick her up, caring her towards her bed. "Vegeta…?"



"Hush woman. Time to rest" he said, lying her on her bed.



Bulma giggled. "Vegeta, I am still in my cloths"



Vegeta smirked. "So what onna. That hasn't stopped you before" he pointed out, covering her up.



Bulma yawned. "But…" Bulma felt him hush her with a kiss.



"Baka onna…sleep. In the morning, I want to know the truth."



Bulma wasn't looking forward to tomorrow morning. But she knew he would eventually find out. With a nod, not realizing just how tired she really was, she soon fell asleep with Vegeta still in the room. Watching over her as if she was the most prized possession. Bulma that night for the first time in 3 weeks, sleep soundly without any fear.











Hi all! Chappy 18 finished. So, what did you think guys!? Good? Bad? Awesome? Dumb? Or What? Let me know, kay? R/R please!! Ja ne