Vegeta looked up sharply as Bulma darted a good deal ahead of him. He inwardly questioned this, then growled, assuming the defensive. How dare she try to best him!? He looked at her as she playfully looked back and stuck her tongue out at him, and set his mouth in a smirk. In one sudden movement, he dropped down to the forest bed, and began to run. He would beat her on the ground, just running.

Bulma looked below and almost laughed. Arrogant ass, he probably thought he was still going to be faster than her. She watched as Vegeta's feet sped over the forest ground, bounding over holes, side-stepping vines and finally...tripping over a tree trunk.

"AHAHAHA!" Bulma's shrill, braying laughter bounced off of the trees, and she clutched her sides, momentarily stopping in the air. Vegeta actually fell. He landed face first in a pile of leaves. She laughed insanely, knowing she would probably pay for this act of bashing his pride later on. She was so busy laughing she didn't hear him rising until..."Shit!" The distance she had put between the both of them was nearly gone, and Vegeta, newly resurrected from his dirt plunge, was nearly upon her. She laughed merrily and desperately tried to speed up, but all the laughing she was doing was slowing her. She jsut couldn't push down her enjoyment of this chaos.

Vegeta pounced and was upon her. He tackled her to the ground and they rolled over a few times until Vegeta was in a straddling position on top of her. With a fury he attacked her ribs and she cackled insanely, face red. He grinned evilly, but eventually let up when she looked like she was about to bust.

"Aheh...hehe..." Bulma giggled slightly. "You win..." She breathed, settling back into the grass, completely comfortable.
"Well of course, silly onna, no less than expected." After saying that, a strange look broke out into his face. He sighed and slowly begin shifting his weight to get off of her, his contemplative bad mood beginning to creep back.
"One begins to wonder when he'll ever get a prize." He finished.

She grabbed his hand and pulled him back down, and not allowing herself to hesitate, kissed him. A kiss like a fleeting snowflake, the kind that melt before hugging the ground, but the kind that you dance in during the seconds you wish would last forever. She waited for his reaction, blue eyes wide and childlike, mouth parted slightly.

He had caught her in the Saiyajin ritual. He had raced and dominated her. But the poor innocent creature had no idea about any of that. She didnt want him at all...this was to her was a innocent game...He would not taint her...

He looked at her with the same raven eyes that had slaughtered millions.

He gathered her face in his hands and brought her forehead to his lips. "You don't know what you ask of me, onna..." He whispered, and deftly she let her hand drop from his.

In his head he knew he was walking away from
what_he_wanted_most.

But in her head, she thought:
He_doesn't_want_me_at_all.
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no my friends, this isnt the end of this story. Just thought i would post this, since people have been asking about it lately. Yes, it has been awhile, but I have been concentrating on other things in my life. Eh, didnt realize this fic was a crowd favorite, didnt think it was that great. Perhaps I will get inspiration soon. Anyway, Thank you for all of your support and your reviews. They really keep me going.
kuree