Hiya, Today was the first day of school. I'm surprised I have time to type at all. I have to type up some more "Soccer Boys" too.


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Ch13

He didn't know how long he'd slept on the hard metal floor. His muscles seemed to say that it'd been a while.
"Computer, time," He commanded as he sat up. He gracefully started a series of stretches. His muscles popped and complained.
"1:00 A.M. mountain standard time," the lithe female voice of the computer answered. He grumbled and let him self fall back onto the floor. He had been asleep for at least six hours. Usually he'd be kicking himself for sleeping so long but right now it didn't seem to matter any more. The images of the weakling and the woman replayed. He didn't get to see her reaction because he had turned away so fast. He didn't know whether to be angry and upset at the woman or at himself for jumping to conclusions. But did he jump to conclusions? ::dammit, why me? I don't know how to deal with this.:: One thing was sure though. He was running like a dog with its tail between its legs. He growled.
::Where am I going anyway?::
He stood back up to look at the course inlayed in the computer. It was the same course he'd plotted when he went chasing after Kakarot. It had been an eight-month trip. ::looks like I get to spend a little time away from earth:: He decided that he'd take the full eight month trip and then see if the woman was still interested.
But until then he decided to train. He would get back to earth as a super Sayain and then maybe he'd be worthy of Bulma. Maybe she'd see just how far he'd go to get what he wants. He was Vegeta after all: The proud Sayain Prince. He'd have her; he wouldn't be alone again.


Bulma had cried into the night and was only now finding she had no tears left to cry. She knew Vegeta misunderstood what happened at the café. She knew she shouldn't have put herself in that position. But that damn spot in the bottom of her gut needed to be on good terms with everyone in some way or an other. She was always seeking acceptance and then when someone finally gives it she screws it all up. No one truly understood what she wanted though. She wanted to be accepted as a valuable member of the group. Why do you think she went to Namek and then went to see Freeza before that cute kid destroyed him. She huffed. Come to think of it, it was why she went after the dragon balls for so long. Bulma had wanted the perfect boyfriend to hold and cherish and accept her as she was.
She rubbed her face in the pillow and Vegeta's smell drifted to her nose. She snuggled closer to his pillow. She got a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach every time she found something that still smelt of him. Something that smelled of masculinity and spice. She remembered that first night like it was only yesterday. ::Hell, it was yesterday::


~~flashback~~



" What do you want 'Geta?" Bulma grumbled.
"What does compassion feel like?" Vegeta mumbled.
Bulma blinked a few times, "What do you mean?"
"I mean what does it feel like to receive it and give it?" Vegeta answered. He had the same puzzled look he had had the other night when she had accused him of taunting her.
"I don't know. It's being selfless and it gives you a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach. When you receive it, I guess it makes you feel like some one cares and you're not alone," Bulma shrugged at his still confused expression, "I have a real hard time believing no one has ever done anything nice for you or that you've never done anything nice for anyone else."
"If I ever tried to help people they ended up dead. If people ever tried to help me they ended up dead. I stopped caring about people and kept my distance, so no one else would have to die because of compassion. And yet what I had to stay away from, helped Kakarot become the Legendry. It's at the tip of my fingers and yet I just can't quite reach," Vegeta spoke more to himself then Bulma.
"You'll be a super Sayain 'Geta. It just takes time," She found herself scooting closer. She brushed her fingers down the side of his face. His skin was warm and smooth, "Did you shave?"
"Yes," He mumbled and pulled her fingers away. He was surprised as her fingers wrapped around his.
"Don't let it bother you 'Geta," Bulma whispered, "Don't get impatient. I know you'll be a super Sayain. You'll be unbelievably powerful even Goku will be surprised."
Vegeta's eyes had become incredibly soft and his breathing incredibly relaxed, " You even show me compassion."
Bulma smiled, "It's more then compassion on my part Vegeta." She couldn't believe she had just said that. He met her eyes and rubbed her fingers. It seemed to be an extremely tender gesture for such a cold rough man. He averted his eyes and then brought them back. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.
Bulma smiled and scooted closer, so that her nose touched his, " Vegeta, you'll need more then compassion to be a super Sayain. You need to learn to be selfless, courageous, and passionate. And you already have two of the three."
Bulma smiled and reached her open hand around to the side of his face. She felt like she needed to touch him; to show him what compassion and love really were.
Vegeta let go of her hand and pulled her body closer. Bulma wrapped her other arm around his neck and pulled him in for a long passion filled kiss. When they separated they couldn't help but stare at each other.
"Let me teach you compassion and love 'Geta," Bulma whispered.


~~End flashback~~

She watched the ceiling fan lazily as she remember what his hands felt like and how he moved. He had been so gentle with her. He had even remembered what she said the night before about being a virgin and had taken things slow. ::Vegeta…::


Vegeta finally had to quit training do to his stomach's loud complaining. He was glad the Bunny had restocked his frig that morning on a whim. ::For a total ditz that woman is pretty smart.:: He sat down to eat. Bunny had made sure everything was already cooked and only needed to be warmed up. She had cooked him three hams, one pot roast, lots of different kinds of potatoes and other vegetables, and lots of fruity desserts. The hams would last longer so he went for the pot roast. ::Pot roast was the last thing I'd eaten on earth and it was with Bulma.::
He grinned a little as he remembered their encounters after ward.


~~Flashback~~


Vegeta helped Bulma clean up before scooping her up and carrying her to his bathing spot. He'd usually take a dip right after sparring with Kakarot. He had never told Kakarot about the spot either. It was good for meditation and he didn't want to be meditating there one day only to see a nude Kakarot dive for the pool.
He set her down on the little strip of sand that constituted as a beach. She had decided to look around. He had decided he was going to take his usual dip. When Bulma finally came back down to the beach she was surprised to find all of Vegeta's clothes hanging on near by tree roots. Vegeta smirked as he watched her slowly look at the pool formed by the river. She just stared at him in all his glory as the water reached just high enough to cover his most private parts. He was surprised to watch her strip, hang her clothes on the same roots, and then walk out to him. Bulma paused as she reached the water and stuck her feet in to test the temperature.
"To cold for you Woman," Vegeta taunted.
Bulma looked up and smirked. She wrapped her arms around her chest and walked into the water. The bottom of the pool was covered in smooth rocks that felt good on her feet. The water wasn't nearly as cold as she thought, either. Bulma let her hands drop to her sides and waded out to Vegeta, "You were saying, 'Geta."
That was one thing he really liked about this woman. She was daring. She was hard to scare. He let out a satisfied growl.
"Somebody's a happy boy," She cooed before wrapping her arms around him and putting hot kisses all over him. Vegeta only growled again.


~~end flashback~~

He came back from his dream world when one of the computers alarms went off. He covered his sensitive ears as he flew back to the control room.
"What the Hell's wrong with you," he yelled at the computer.
"On coming ship. We will be within range in five minutes," the same voice answered.
"Another ship?" Vegeta whispered.




Cliffy for ya and some citrus. Next time on All By Myself…Who's ship is that?…Bulma what's up with you?…and…Vegeta's past? If you like it let me know and I'm still accepting ideas. And thank you to the reviewer that suggested that Yamcha should get a little seductive, because it gave me the idea for the café scene.