Sorry it look so long guys! Lot's of schoolwork are to blame, so you may take any revenge-plans out on my teachers.

Newflash: When I have 50 reviews I'll post Vegeta's poem as an extra chapter!

That means two chapters in one go.

Aren't you curious what he might have wrote?

Chapter 8 Into the Void of Space

Morning had broken, the sun shone from behind a few watery clouds and the birds sang their songs from branches in the trees of Capsule Corp. Vegeta was sitting in a tree, deep in thought, not even noticing the birds around him, which was exeedingly odd, as a everyone can imagine.

Bulma was thinking that thought just then, when she happened to look out of her bedroom window, enjoying the sound of songs in the air and seeing the almighty Vegeta no Ouji sitting in a tree with birds all around him.

Struck by the site, she stood and stared, then shook herself. Vegeta would not appreciate her staring at him.

She walked down the stairs, to check everything on the spaceships one last time.

Soon they would be in space, then on to Namek and other planets, getting other Dragonballs and seeing new worlds....

She would see Yamcha again....

Somehow, that thought didn't make her as happy as the thought of spending time with Vegeta on the ships did. All she could think of lately was him:

The way he looked in the morning, the way he frowned, the way he looked surprised at new things, even the way he yelled at her.

Sometimes, when her back was turned, she could feel him staring at her, as if he was wondering what she was about, but couldn't figure out her meaning .....

She smiled at the memories, almost walking past the spaceships alltogether, making Allure, who was waiting for her there, laugh.

Castising herself, she punched Allure's shoulder, then they walked together into the first ship (A/N: there are two ships, but they'll only be using one, they check them both though, that way they'll have a backup on earth).

Later:

Everyone who could not come with the group that went into space, was standing on the lawn, waving at the ship ready for blast-off

Chi Chi was simpering that Gohan would miss school, Master Roshi was wondering when he could size up the leaving women again, yeah he would definately miss them and Puar was wishing they'd bring Yamcha back soon.

Oolong wasn't thinking at all though, and neither was Mrs. Briefs; she had done her job, stocking up the foodconsoles untill they almost burst and now no more thoughts crossed her mind, so she just waved.

Doctor Briefs was standing on the lawn, looking proudly up at his creation, that his daughter and her friend had finished so beautifully.

Inside, Bulma worked the consoles, while Allure filled Vegeta in on the changes that had been made. Goku just waved goofily out the small windows, Nappa was sitting in a chair mumbling about the 'obnoxious earthlings who took up to much space', Krillin was looking over Bulma's shoulder and Gohan was glowing over the loss of his schoolwork.

Bulma finaly had enough of the staring and knocked Krillin over the head sending him away, then readied the ship for countdown.

10...........9 .............8.........7...........6.........5..............4............3.. .........2...........1.........

Ready For Blast-off! (A/N: Cliche, I know....)

The ship began to shake, then slowly lifted of the ground, blasting of into the endless void of space.

(A/N: I was thinking of ending here..... But I won't)

Much later, after not much happening:

Night had fallen inside the spaceship, the warrios were trained tired, Bulma had cooked dinner (A/N: with a little help of Allure) and now they were all getting ready to sleep.

Vegeta was waiting for Allure to come and massage the tension from his shoulders as she always did.

Much to his surprise though, the door opened and Bulma stood there with a towel and cream for his sour spots. She walked in slowly as if afraid of what he might say.

'What are you doing here onna."

The question came out strained, for she was only wearing her nightie, which was of a simple shade of blue, but suited her very well.

The thought of what he could not see, made him uneasy (A/N: now how could that happen *wink wink*).

"Allure send me here, she said she always did this, but she was tired now, so she asked me to massage you as a favor to her," Bulma knew she sounded strained, but hoped Vegeta would scribe it of as simple fatigue.

Vegeta was much surprised to note the tremor in her voice; was she nervous of his answer to her presence? Well, she should be, had his shoulders not hurt so much, he would have growled her away.

"Make it quick onna."

Vegeta drew of his shirt, then lay face-down on the bed, much to Bulma's relief and she quickly went to him, kneeling next to him and began to rub cream into his soar muscles.

Vegeta's skin felt warm under her fingers and she felt her cheeks heat.

The task was an intimate one, and Allure had told her that saiyans where usually more susseptable to arrousel after they had fought.

Glyding her fingers over Vegeta's muscled shoulders gave her an odd sensation, a tinkling in her stomach.

Slowly she slid her fingers over his muscled back, rubbing and kneeding, sometimes pushing her knuckles into his tanned flesh.

For his part, Vegeta had nearly fallen asleep (A/N: I know, not very romantic LOL), when he picked up the change in the aura of the room, it seemed like the air began to sparkle.

He felt Bulma's hands on his back and began to feel all the little tinkels of where she touched him.

Slowly, he turned onto his back, and stared into wide, blue pupils .....

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