Hey peeps, I'm bak.  I know it's been a while since I updated…okay, a very long time.  I'm sorry!  School made everything so hectic; I haven't even had a chance to write until now.  I'll try to do more regular updates once school starts again, but if not, cya next summer.  Anyway, to recap, Bulma and Vegeta are falling in love-yea!!- and they go to a club with Krillen and Marron and Yamcha and the girl he dumped Bulma for.  Bulma and Vegeta have fun, Yamcha tried to get all possessive, and a fight breaks out.  After beating Yamcha to a pulp, Bulma and Vegeta walk out arm in arm.  If you need any more than that, reread.

In this chapter:  the long-awaited(at least by me) get together.  I hope you guys find it as romantic as it was intended to be, I tried.  For some reason, I feel like I already posted this part, but I don't have it saved on my comp.  If it is a repeat, I'm sorry, new stuff coming soon.  Please reply with any thoughts, comments, or criticisms, I wanna know what you think.  For disclaimer, see chapter one.  On to the story:

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Bulma was happy.  No, scratch that, she was flippin' ecstatic!  Finally getting to hurt Yamcha, payback for all the times he had hurt her, filled her with a sense of justice being served.  And Vegeta had stood up for her!  For the first time, Bulma dared to hope that maybe Vegeta returned her burgeoning feelings.

Next to her in the car, Vegeta's face bore its usual scowl; but that was how his face always looked in repose.  Inside, his pride fought his heart, and for once he wasn't siding with his pride.  This woman sitting next to him had moved into his feelings so subtly that he hadn't even noticed.  Now she was such a part of him that he couldn't imagine being without her.  His pride fought against the idea that he could ever need anyone, and tried to veto his plan of repaying Bulma, but his heart reminded him of the gut wrenching loneliness he felt without her.  It seemed his heart belonged to Bulma now, and he didn't want to try to live without it.

When they arrived back at Capsule Corp., it was just after midnight and the moon was rising.  With Vegeta leading the way, they walked back into the garden.  Bulma turned her face up to the stars.  "They're so beautiful," she breathed in awe.

"They're nothing compared to you," Vegeta said without thinking.  Bulma's eyes widened, and she took a step closer to him so they were face to face, only a few inches apart, as they had been on the dance floor.

"Vegeta-" she began, before he stopped her with a finger placed on her lips.

"Shhh.  Now close your eyes," he whispered.  Bulma smiled happily and complied.  By this time Vegeta had stopped thinking of the consequences of his actions; all that mattered was the green-haired beauty in front of him.  He pulled her arms up so they were around his neck and then placed his hands around her slim waist.

Bulma stood there, enjoying being in his arms again.  The cool night breeze played over her face, bringing the scents of the night and Vegeta to her.  She purposefully inhaled, breathing in the fragrance of the man holding her, fixing it firmly in her mind.  She never wanted this night to end; she was so happy she felt like she was flying…

"Open your eyes," she heard Vegeta say.  Slowly she complied, wondering if all Vegeta's surprise was just a hug.  Suddenly she gasped.  Bulma and Vegeta were floating hundreds of feet in the air, high above the trees, supported only by Vegeta's strong arms.  There were a few wispy clouds around, but nothing else.  It was just them and the stars.

"I thought you might want a closer look at them…" said Vegeta, watching the emotions playing across her face.  "Don't be afraid," he said as he felt he clutch at him.  Only…

"I'm not afraid," she smiled up at him, and it was true.  She knew that Vegeta would not, could not harm her.  And so she stared around at the breathtaking scene.  "It's…they're…amazing," she said in admiration.

"What, the genius Bulma Briefs at a loss for words?" teased Vegeta gently.  "Do you like my surprise?" he asked shyly, wanting to please her.

"Oh Vegeta, it's the best thing ever!  Being up here…the stars look close enough to touch…" she trailed off helplessly again, unable to put her thoughts into words. 

"Yeah," he replied absentmindedly, staring at the stars…in her eyes.

For a while they drifted in silence, both lost in the beauty of the night.  Vegeta had ceased thinking and only existed now, lived for the look on her face, the scent of her hair, the quiet noise of her breath.  Somewhere inside he felt the stirrings of his pride, railing against whatever feelings he was developing.  Was this love then?  An internal struggle between the pride and the heart, when the most important thing to a person suddenly changes?  Vegeta ignored any thoughts he might be having.  All he wanted now was her.  Nothing else mattered.

"Vegeta, I love it up here.  Thank you," Bulma said, so happy she was almost ready to cry.

"Any time you want a closer look, just say the word," Vegeta offered, not even pausing to consider it.  At that, Bulma felt the dam inside her burst, and happy tears tripped out of her eyes and down her cheeks.  Of course, Vegeta being male had no clue.  "What's wrong?  Are you okay?  Do you-" This time he was stopped with a finger to the lips.  Bulma removed her finger but could not stop staring at his lips.  Unconsciously, she wetted her won lips, drawing his attention to them.  Slowly they floated back down to the ground, eyes locked on one another.  Even more slowly they moved together, once again breathing in sync, eyes falling shut, until finally their lips met in a gentle kiss.

There aren't enough words to describe the feelings racing through the both of them.  It was kind of like how lightning feels, and how the wind looks; the noise of the stars moving in the heavens filled both their ears.  Bulma felt as if she were flying, falling, spinning…everything at once.  Vegeta had never felt anything like this before and was half sure it was going to kill him.  But he was entirely sure he didn't care.

Their lips broke apart, only one inch separating them, both panting like they had run a marathon.  And all from a little kiss!