The dawn had arrived and the answer had not come. She stretched before making her way out of bed. She put a light robe on and stepped out onto the balcony. A soft mist hung in the air as the first few rays of the sun peaked over the horizon. She loved the morning; it was so quite and peaceful unlike the day that followed it. She took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh morning air. She looked down across the grounds and her eyes found Vegeta in his usual spot. A small Koi pond was set up in the gardens, large rocks bordered the pond and upon one of these sat the Saiyan Prince. He looked calm and tranquil as he meditated. Only during moments like this, when she was far away from Vegeta, did she let her mind take on a more personal thought process. He was alone, more alone then anyone could ever be. A Prince of a race long gone, a soul that has known only violence and loss. And yet, despite everything, even death, he was here, he was unbroken. Deep down she was sorry he had to live such a life, but she never actually felt sorry for him. She couldn't pity him, even if she had wanted to, he was far to strong for that. She thought back to her recent problem, finding a way for Vegeta to need his inner power. Her dreams had said nothing to her, and now that she was awake she was still at a loss. She let out a frustrated sound and turned to get ready for the day. She wouldn't give up, that was not an option. He would never give up, and because of that, she would stand with him for as long as she was able.  However she wouldn't waste her time simply thinking about it, there were other things she could do while she struggled for an answer. She made her way to her lab, and set upon finishing the new training bots she had promised Vegeta the night prior.

The day had been uneventful for both of them. Another day of training, and building without any real progress being made. For Bulma, it was becoming monotonous, and she hated that. She was at a loss however, on what to do about it though. She had just finished cleaning herself up after a hard day of accomplishing nothing and was heading down to the kitchen to start dinner. Vegeta was just walking in when she arrived. He looked like she felt. Tired, drained from the endless routine that life had become. She let out an exasperated sound, causing him to look up at her. "What's you problem?" He slapped his gloves on the table while falling hard into his chair.

Bulma got a funny look in her eye, and for a moment Vegeta was almost afraid of what strange thing would pop out of her mouth. "Lets go out for dinner tonight" Looks like his instincts were right on the money.

"What do you mean ' go out' for dinner, there is suitable food here, I have yet to empty the kitchen this week so there is no need to 'go out' to get food" He looked at her like she was insane.

She almost laughed but managed to catch herself, "Not to get food, to eat it. To have someone else cook for a change. We can go to a restaurant or something, I'm sick of being in this house and I need a change of scenery."

A change of scenery, actually that sounded almost appealing, except for the fact he would have to be around other humans. He could hardly tolerate the one before him, let alone a group of them. "If I get to choose the location, I will agree to eating outside of this building. Do you agree to those terms?"

The idea of getting out of the house sounded so good to Bulma, she didn't even think twice "I agree" she turned to leave, she had to get ready after all, but Vegeta seemed to have other ideas.

"Where are you going?" He looked a little confused, she had wanted to get out of the house, and yet she was turning to move further inside.

"Well I have to get dressed of course"

"You have clothes on already, I'm hungry now and I have no intention of waiting for you" With that he scooped her up in his arms and out the door, promptly leaving the ground for the open sky

"What the hell are you doing" She quickly flung her arms around him, holding on for dear life "Put me down dammit, we can't just fly to a restaurant"

"Who said anything about a restaurant, you think I'm going to eat along side a bunch of low grade humans"

Bulma was starting to tremble slightly, she wasn't used to being carried through the air, it's not like Yamcha took her flying unless it was necessary, and certainly not at this speed. "Where the hell do you expect to eat then?"

Vegeta looked down, seeing a small, forested island ahead. "That looks good to me"

"What!" was all Bulma could get out before they had reached the ground. "Vegeta, what exactly do you expect to eat on an island with no stores or restaurants?" Then it suddenly hit her "NO WAY! I am NOT eating some WILD animal"

"Then don't eat it, I don't care" He took off suddenly, hearing Bulma's growl fade with the distance.

'That jerk, he left me here, first he expects me to eat a wild animal, and then when I say no, he leaves me here' She was furious for a few moments before it dawned on her, she had no way to get off the island, let alone back home. She lifted her head back to scream at the sky but was interrupted by a very loud commotion behind her. She turned around just in time to see Vegeta already sitting by a fire, roasting some sort of wild pig. 

"Are you done having your little breakdown?" He watched her stand there for a moment as if she were trying to figure out some great mystery before she made her way over to the fire. He handed her a large bundle of leaves before turning his attention back to his food

"What's this?" She turned the strange leaved bundle around in her hands.

"It's food, I thought you were intelligent Onna"

"You want me to eat leaves?"

"You really are brain dead aren't you, take you away from your gadgets and you're just as lost as a child I think." He laughed at her for a second before reaching over and without her even seeing, opened the bundle of leaves.

When she looked down, she was slightly shocked by what she saw. Fruit, He had gone out of his way to pick fruit for her because she wouldn't eat the wild animal. When she looked back at him, he was busy helping the fire cook his dinner with a little ki frying. He looked up for a moment and saw the strange look on her face. His brows knotted "What?"

For a moment she didn't know what to say, not only had he done this, but he had no idea just how sweet a gesture it was.  He hadn't done it to be sweet, he had done it because she needed food, and wild pig was unsuitable. To him it was just logic, and yet to her, it was all the more meaningful. "Oh, nothing, just.. Thanks" She took a big bite and was amazed at the sweet taste. "hmm, it's really good" She knew enough not to ruin the moment, by doing something stupid that would only make him uncomfortable so she simply ate while she watched him cook his own meal.

After his food had been ki fried enough, Vegeta sliced off a large portion and wrapped a large leaf around it. Bulma could only watch in fascination as she watched him create his wild sandwich and promptly bite into it. She had to admit; the wild pig beast thing smelt really good.

Vegeta had to hold back a chuckle. His keen sayian senses had picked up her sniffing the air, he could tell her mouth was actually watering while he took each bite. He slowed his eating a bit, chewing slowly to savour the meal. He couldn't hold himself back when she actually licked her lips. He erupted in laughter till he almost fell over. Bulma just stared at him like he had lost his mind. "What are you laughing at?" She sounded a little annoyed.

"Onna" he snickered, getting himself back under control. "Would you like to try it?" He motioned to the roasting pig.

Bulma looked over, letting out a little shudder as she looked at the pig hanging over the fire. Vegeta could sense the change, and for a moment was a little confused. His food seemed to be appealing to her, but the roasting pig almost turned her stomach. They were one in the same. Then it dawned on him, bulma had probably never eaten freshly killed food. Her food came packaged and prepared from a strange climate controlled building.  "Woman, I have a question for you." Bulma looked up at him, "Human's don't usually kill their own food do they? Is that why you won't eat this" He motioned his head towards the pig.

"Well" She thought for a moment. The way Vegeta had phrased it, she almost laughed at herself "Actually, Ya. That's pretty much the reason. I'm used to food that's been cut, cleaned and packaged, not stuck on a stick with its head still attached." She let out a little chuckle.

"I think I understand now" He quickly cut off another large portion of meat, making sure it looked clean, and wrapped it in a leaf, handing it to her.

He let an evil smirk come to his lips, daring her to take it and eat it. "You'll like it" She looked rather hesitant "Trust me, you'll like it"

Bulma gave him a long strange look. She stopped to think about it a little longer as if this one question held meaning. Did she trust him?  Then suddenly she gave him a wicked smile in return, taking the sandwich and biting down. She closed her eyes as she chewed it quickly in her mouth before swallowing. She stopped for a moment "Well… I'm not dead" and took another bite, this time allowing herself to taste it.  Her expression was one of pure amazement. "Hey, this is really good, but what's the slightly sweet taste, it doesn't taste like meat"

"That would be the leaf" He gave her a strange yet smug look before returning to his food, eating at his regular sayian speed.

Bulma followed suit, trying not to show her slight case of shock.  The leaf added just the right amount of flavour, balancing with the taste of the meat. If she didn't know any better, she'd think he choose the leaf on purpose. Then again, she wouldn't put it past the Prince to know exactly what leaf he wanted, just for it's sweet taste.  This was the Enigma that was Vegeta. Sometimes it seemed he knew nothing about what was going on around him, and yet at other times he seemed to have a genius that could almost compare to her own. Both He and Goku seemed slightly naive and yet acutely aware of their environment. For Goku it was his isolation from the rest of the earth that made him like that, it gave him a kind of innocence. But with Vegeta it was different, he had lead a totally different existence in space, he knew nothing of the earth, or it's customs. He had his own ways, his own beliefs and customs she would probably find alien and strange. Bulma's deep curiosity got the best of her "Vegeta, what was it like, living out there?"

He looked over at her, and for a moment she could see the fury in his eyes. She cursed herself, what kind of question was that for her to ask of him. Living under Freeza so long, how could she ask that? As quickly as the fury came, it left however. She wasn't asking about living with Freeza, he seemed to realize that suddenly. She wanted to know about his life, not his conquests or battles. She wanted to know about the man, not his accomplishments. He stared at her for a few moments, and she saw a calm almost questioning look flow across his eyes before disappearing behind the black orbs.

 Bulma recovered before he did, and seemed to find just the right words to say at that awkward moment. "I mean, did you have to eat roasted pig like this often?"

He looked at the pig and let out a little laugh "I wouldn't say often, but when necessary, yes I did eat this way on occasion." He knew she wanted him to say more, to say something else about his life before the dragonballs, but he wasn't quite ready for that.

The truth of the matter was, he was unsure of himself. He had never had this much time on his hands, without having a planet to purge or a fight to win. He could hardly remember the last time he sat and had a normal conversation with a being. For some reason, he just didn't want to ruin this nice plain evening. For once, he didn't want to fight; he just wanted to eat quietly, with the fire roaring into the night and the stars shining overhead.

Bulma only smiled and looked back into sky, watching the last few soft lights of the day fall away. "You can fly in the dark right?"

He was tempted to say no just to make her panic, but decided against it. "Yes, we can leave any time you are ready" He made no indication of rising, which Bulma took as a sign that he didn't care about leaving right this second.

"Ok just making sure" She looked back into the fire, she wasn't in much of a hurry to leave either. The breeze was still warm, and sound of the waves splashing against the shore mixed with the crackle of the fire was like a soft melody. She couldn't remember the last time she'd spent a night out of her lab, let alone the last time she sat by a fire.

She rather liked the way the day had played out. She had wanted to go out for the evening, but this was certainly more relaxing and enjoyable then going to a crowded restaurant.  She let out a little yawn; Vegeta wasn't all that bad of company either. She let her eyes softly close, and promptly fell asleep.

After a few minutes, Vegeta noticed that Bulma was sleeping deeply. He watched the fire die down for a while before he took her into his arms and flew home. He went slowly, trying not to wake the woman and softly entered her room though the balcony to lay her on her bed. She rolled over, letting out a soft sleepy sigh, "Thanks Vegeta, it was nice to get out"

"Your welcome Onna" He moved to her balcony silently, listening to the soft sound as sleep overtook her once more. A strange sound came from him, a language that only he alone now spoke "I enjoyed it as well" He gave her one last look before heading down to his own room to prepare for bed.

Laying himself on his own pillow, a few more of the soft words came to his lips, his whisper so quite, no human could have heard. "I had…. Fun"

He let out an amused and yet sad chuckle. He had almost forgotten what fun was. Strange he had found it here after so long, on this terribly small and rather pathetic world.  Perhaps the Onna was the exception to the rule. He let out long yawn, almost coming out to a purr like rumble as he stretched and moved deeper under the covers. Slowly allowing the sweet, yet pugnant leaf's medicinal contents take affect on his worn and weary body, he closed his eyes and allowed sleep to come. His last thought being if the Onna would ever realize he had drugged her with a simple meat seasoning.  Well he sure wouldn't tell her.