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Author's Note:

Hello! How is everyone? Great I hope! I'm really, really trying to get the chapters out as soon as possible. You guys don't understand how hard I'm trying. I'm bordering B and C for Math and History. Most people wouldn't find that bad, but you guys don't know my parents! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this latest chapter of 'Steal Me'. I'm really trying to make it interesting. I really REALLY want more reviews, damn it! I mean, I was looking through the different stories on Fanfiction .net the other day. I felt soo bad when I saw stories that REALLY sucked, however, they had like 80 reviews! I was like, "Damn, that must mean my stories REALLY suck!!" I'm sorry guys, here I am, dishing out chapters, but some people won't have the common courtesy to review my work when I ask them to. I mean, just four words would make me feel better (but don't hesitate to write more to make me feel REALLY better!), "I like your fanfic!" ~ that's it! Anyway, I'm sorry for bitching at all of you, I just wanna get rid of all of this pent of stress and frustration, please pardon. TO ALL OF YOU THAT HAVE REVIEWED.....THANK YOU!!! All right now, please enjoy Chapter 3 of 'Steal Me'!! :)

Last time on 'Steal Me';

Bulma and Vegeta finally meet, but it's not exactly 'love at first sight'. Bulma is consequently kidnapped, and she isn't happy about it. Oh, and Chi Chi was also introduced into the fic (wonder what her part in the story is........)

Steal Me

Shirtless

On Vegeta's ship....

After depositing Bulma in her room, Vegeta plopped down in the seat in front of the many buttons that controlled the ship. He pushed a couple of buttons, and the ship roared to life. Luckily, this ship had a special mechanism in it that wouldn't put any pressure on their bodies when the ship ascended into space, so there was no need to worry about their safety when taking off.

After setting the ship's flight path, Vegeta decided to get back to training. It was like a never-ending cycle for him. Train, shower, eat, train, shower, eat......and so on. He would occasionally get some sleep in between. To any other being, this type of life would have seemed brutal and merciless for one's body, however, not to Vegeta. He saw that if he didn't take part in this type of life, he would never get stronger, so he could attain his birthright and defeat that white lizard once and for all.

The door out of the control room opened with a swoosh. He walked through the doorway, and made his way down the long corridor. As he passed the woman's room, he could hear the sobs came from a feminine throat.

'Why the hell is she crying? It's not like I did any bodily harm to her?' Vegeta questioned in his mind. `Feh, the human species is as weak as I had thought them to be.'

Vegeta shook his head and walked to the training room. There, he spent the next 2 hours.

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After the two hours of training, Vegeta decided it was just about time to eat. He made his way to the bathroom. He walked in, and closed the door behind him. He took off his smelly and sweaty training attire. He threw it on the floor, as he made his way to the shower. Vegeta was the type of man to take express showers. He wasn't one to just stand there and relax. No, he just quickly took his shower, and dried off any water still clinging to his skin with his ki.

Vegeta looked around. He spotted his dirty clothes on the floor, and he wasn't about to pick it up. He was a prince! There was no way that he was going to subject himself to such lowly work, which fitted for a slave. However, he still liked his living area to be clean. He snorted and grabbed a towel, and walked out of the bathroom. He walked down the hall, and made it to his own room, right across from the woman's.

'Maybe I'll make the woman do all the cleaning, she must be good for something.'

After Vegeta changed, he made his way to the kitchen. There, he took a tremendous amount of meat out of the refrigerator. He decided to use the stove this time, rather than using his ki. Vegeta looked around the kitchen for any seasoning. He found a bottle of some kind of spices, and he put some on the meat.

When the meat was done, Vegeta took ALL of it, and put it on three different plates because all of the different meats wouldn't fit on just one plate. After setting the plates on the table, he took his seat. He grabbed some meat for himself.

'The damn woman must also be hungry...........Feh, what do I care.'

Vegeta hungrily dug in, but he didn't take a second bite though. He knew that he had to feed his captive also. Frieza did want her back in one piece. Vegeta sighed. He wiped his mouth, and got up from his seat. He made it to her bedroom door. Thankfully, the sobbing had ceased from the other side of the door.

'Finally, the wench decided to shut up.' He thought, as relief overcame him.

He pushed the five number code on her door, and the door automatically opened.

Bulma looked up from where she was sitting on the bed. She was examining the contents of the capsules. She had one thing on her mind right now....Food! So far, she hadn't found the capsule which contained her stash of chocolate goodies and other sweets.

Bulma's eyes widened, as she snapped her briefcase with all her capsules shut. She narrowed her eyes at him. She held the briefcase to her chest protectively. All of her inventions were capsuled in there.

Vegeta merely glared at her. Suddenly, a growl could be heard from Bulma's starving stomach. Her face turned the brightest shade of red. Vegeta raised an eyebrow, and crossed his arms.

"Woman, there is food in the kitchen." Vegeta informed, as he swiftly turned around and left Bulma's sight.

Bulma just sat there on her bed for a moment longer. 'Is he inviting me to eat food? Is it safe? Could he have poisoned the food....?' A million other questions would have made their way into Bulma's mind if it weren't for her protesting stomach growling once again.

"Ah, to hell with it. At least if I die, I'll die with a full stomach." Bulma said out loudly, as she jumped off her bed and left the room.

As soon as she left her room, she didn't know where to go from there. Suddenly, she heard a voice. "In here Onna." Vegeta had sensed her ki suddenly stay in that one place outside her room. He guessed she didn't know where the kitchen was, and he was correct.

Bulma followed the voice, and sure enough, she came upon the kitchen, which wasn't far away from her room. She spotted her kidnapper seated at the table, eating. She watched wide-eyed as he practically inhaled the food. She was so caught up with staring at the food quickly vanishing, that she didn't notice Vegeta look up at her.

"Woman, if you don't start eating now, there won't be anything left for you to eat." Vegeta informed, and then he went back to eating. Bulma quickly nodded, and sat across from him. She took her fork, and carefully took a piece of meat and set it on her plate. She cut off a piece, and inspected it. She looked at it.

'It looks all right. He seems to be enjoying it.' Bulma sighed. 'Here goes nothing!' she thought, as she put the meat in her mouth. 'Hey! This isn't that bad! It's actually good!' she thought with relief, as she reached for some more.

Vegeta watched the whole thing. He observed her little examination of the meat before actually eating it. She seemed to enjoy it. He finished eating. There was no more meat left, except for that on Bulma's plate. After a couple more bites, she stopped eating.

She looked up at him. She set her fork down, and stared straight at him. "Why did you want to kidnap me?" Bulma asked seriously.

Vegeta thought about answering her question. He decided he would just tell her. "I didn't want to kidnap you, Frieza did." He answered. Vegeta knew she couldn't really do anything with the information.

"Oh......" Bulma seemed a little disappointed in his reply. "Why?"

"Stop asking questions, they aren't going to make a difference. You'll still be held captive even if you know the answers.

"If it doesn't make a difference for me to ask a question, then it won't make a difference if you answer." Bulma argued.

Vegeta was surprised at her determined attitude. He was really surprised that she was even able to look him in the eye after the way he had treated her after she had tried to grab his tail. He chose to just answer her laughable questions.

"He wants you for your connection to Dr. Briefs." Vegeta answered in a gruff voice.

"My dad? What does he want from my dad?"

'How brainless is this woman.'

"Stupid bitch, for his technology." Bulma glared at him at that remark. She had never been called such cruel names in all of her 22 years.

"Would you stop calling me that!" Bulma glared, as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"What? Stupid bitch?

In response, Bulma narrowed her eyes and glared at him even more, letting him know that those were exactly the words that she was implying.

"Why? Those names suit you well." Vegeta simply answered. He completely blew off her attempts to make him a little more decent to her.

Bulma just gave up after that comment. So far, she wasn't getting anywhere with him on this topic, so she decided to go back to the previous one.

"He's never going to get it, you know." Bulma answered defensively, implying Frieza gaining her father's technology.

"Think what you like, it's not for me to decide, I could actually care less." Vegeta informed. Vegeta got up from his chair, and turned to leave the kitchen. However, before he left, Bulma asked another question. She let out a long sigh of exasperation.

"Could you at least tell me your name?" Bulma asked, with determination and frustration at the same time.

His body suddenly froze. Bulma noticed one of his back muscles twitch under his spandex suit. Without turning his whole body around to face her, Vegeta merely turned his head to the side, and answered, with a distant look, " Vegeta......." And then he left the kitchen completely.

"Vegeta...." Bulma whispered to herself. The name felt right for him, it just seemed to suit him.

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Vegeta cursed to himself. He settled on not letting her know that he was a prince. He didn't want her to use that knowledge against him; his pride was receiving enough damage as it was. He didn't want her to know that a prince would lower himself to do such work, as in kidnapping a woman. He didn't want her to know that the meal that she had just eaten was cooked by the hands of a prince. Most of all, he didn't want her to know that a Prince would reduce himself to being ordered by Frieza.

Every morning that he woke up, still in service for Frieza, was another blow to his pride.

Vegeta spat angrily. `Why must I be here! Soon, I'll kill Frieza, and avenge my pride.' Vegeta shook his head, trying to ease his anger. 'Soon, soon the time will come....' he thought as he clenched his fists, and slowly released them.

Vegeta's mind without warning, wandered off to the other occupant of the ship. Vegeta knew that she was quite the beauty, there was no denying it. Only a blind man couldn't see her attractiveness. He had seen numerous beauties in his lifetime during his many missions on other planets. Not all of the missions that Frieza sent him on involved the purging of a planet. Usually, on these types of missions, he was sent to make agreements with rulers of other Planets on behalf of Frieza. Vegeta somewhat enjoyed these types of missions. At least there, he would be treated like the royalty that he was. He had seen many attractive women there, who found him irresistible. Needless to say, he had sex with them. Yes, Vegeta never had sex with the whores on Frieza's ship, but the women that he did engage in sexual intercourse with were usually the daughter of a king or other women of noble status. And, Vegeta always made sure of that.

The woman though, her beauty surpasses all of theirs. Vegeta also caught a glimpse of her feistiness when she demanded him to stop calling her a 'stupid bitch'. Vegeta smirked to himself. He now knew what things set her off.

'This is going to be an interesting five months.' Vegeta chuckled as he opened the door to his bedroom, and went to bed, earlier than usual.

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The next morning.......

Bulma woke up, and decided it was time for her to finally take a shower. She looked through her capsules, and found a change of clothes, which consisted of tight low-rise faded jeans, a tight white spaghetti strap top with a zip-up sweater because the ship was a little chilly due to the A/C. Bulma left her bedroom, with her clothes, towel, soaps and shampoos, and toothbrush in her hands.

Once outside her bedroom, she looked around for any sign of her kidnapper. After finding so sign of Vegeta, she continued onward, to the bathroom. When she reached the bathroom, she saw that the size was very adequate. She stripped and got into the shower. Bulma made sure the water was extra warm, to relieve her of the stress that she was feeling at the moment.

Bulma washed her hair and body. When she thought that she was totally squeaky clean, Bulma opted to just stay in the shower a little longer. She rested her head against the tile wall, and allowed the spray of warm water soothe her. Her thoughts overcame her.

'How the hell am I going to get out of this one? I wonder if Chi Chi was able to get a hold of Daddy...God, why me. I remember Daddy talking about Frieza once. From what I've heard, he's not somebody I would ever want to meet. At least my kidnapper...what did he say his name was again...oh right, Vegeta, is getting a little less hostile towards me. Although, we do need to work on the name-calling....'

Bulma was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts when the water began to get cold. She reached over and turned off the shower, and got dressed quickly. It was hard to see anything because of the amount of steam occupying the bathroom.

'Well, at least this steam is doing wonders for my skin....' Bulma thought reassuringly.

With haste, Bulma brushed her teeth and then her hair. She decided against wearing her sweater over her top because it was so hot in the bathroom. Bulma noticed how her top showed off a bit of her belly, as did many of her tops.

'Hey, it's the style!' Bulma assured herself.

Bulma quickly gathered most of her things. When she thought she had everything, she had her towel draped around her neck, her clothes on one arm, and her tooth and hair brushes in the other. She somehow managed to unlock the door.

Bulma opened the door, and let some of the steam out. At this point, Bulma couldn't make out anything in front of her because of the amount of steam. Bulma began walking out, but ran straight into a brick wall, or so she thought.

"What the hell?!? Who the fuck put a brick wall here?!"

Bulma reached out for the "wall". What she felt was totally not what she was expecting. Bulma felt something soft, yet hard, at the same time. It was smooth also.....

"Strange, it feels like skin..............."

'Uh......oh' she thought with panic. Bulma quickly withdrew her hand from anymore examination. Bulma looked up, and she was able to make out the face of Vegeta.

"Shit." she whispered. Bulma was face to face with Vegeta......a shirtless Vegeta.

Vegeta took one look at her horror-stricken face, and began to chuckle. "Woman, did you enjoy doing that?" Vegeta smirked, and looked at her for a response. He noticed her attire at that moment also. He quickly glanced over her body, and then he looked back at her face, waiting for her reply to his comment.

"What?!? I-Don't-Think-So! If I knew what I was touching, which I didn't, I wouldn't have been touching it to begin with. Bulma realized how flustered she sounded. Vegeta's smirk grew. Bulma began looking for a way out of the bathroom, and out of this awkward and uncomfortable situation. "Umm....uhh...EXCUSE ME!" Bulma said hastily, as she rushed past Vegeta, and into her room.

Vegeta merely chuckled some more to himself and entered the bathroom. Well, Vegeta was unable to sleep, so he decided to train earlier than usual. After a strenuous work out, he had decided to take a quick shower. As soon as he had arrived at the bathroom and reached for the door knob, the door swung open. Out came steam, and the wandering hands of a certain blue-haired woman. Vegeta chuckled and shook his head once again at the look on her face.

Meanwhile, Bulma was in her room, feeling a little safer and calmer.

'I CANNOT BELIEVE I JUST DID THAT!!' Bulma yelled at herself mentally. `And he thought I LIKED it!!' Bulma's mentally screamed.

Bulma reached over for a capsule that contained her many hair accessories. She was looking for a hair-tie. Suddenly, the door to her room swung open. Bulma looked up, and quickly looked back down, with a beet-red face.

There, at her doorway, stood a fuming Vegeta with droplets of water all over his body. And the best thing about it all was the fact that he was only wearing a towel, which was hanging very, very low on his hips.

"Woman! You used up all of the fucking warm water!!!"

Bulma just looked down at her hands, which were resting on her lap. She searched for words. 'Shit! What do I say!?!'

"Umm.....I'm.....sorry?" Bulma responded, although it sounded more like a question.

"Woman, sorry isn't going to help you. Try again." Vegeta menacingly answered. Bulma began searching for more answers, but she was interrupted by a loud beeping on the ship. Both of their heads snapped towards the intercoms in the ship.

A robotic feminine voice rang out through out the whole ship, "Danger, Danger, there is a hole in the fuel tank, I repeat, there is a hole in the fuel tank!"

In unison, both Vegeta and Bulma exclaimed the universal word always used in a time of crisis.

"SHIT!!"

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Next time:

What will they do to overcome their problem?!? Will there be more B/V action?! And, what the hell happened to Chi Chi?!?

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Okay guyz! There's Chapter 4! Yippee!! Hooray!! I'm sorry it took so long to update. I need to make some type of schedule for updates. I thinking it should be like this. I'll update at least one of my two fanfictions every two weeks. So, in two weeks, I'll dish out a chapter of "The Time Will Come." I'll try not to make it any later, but I'll try to make it earlier. You never know, it might just take me one week! Ya never know! Wish me luck! I'm happy for all of you guyz for sticking to me!

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