Disclaimer- Refer to chapters 1-5! (Hope you people enjoy sry it took sooooo long but you know, Christmas, New Years downtown-the list goes on! LoL. Okay! Read on and enjoy!)

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Bulma looked up at Vegeta. She wondered if this-if he- was real; maybe this was just some hallucination her mind conjured up at the thought of her loss...? She did find it hard to believe she was in a dream world though, she felt every possible emotion pass through her, and her nerves were seemingly now on high alert. Nothing had happened for almost half an hour, she was just sitting there. His hand stayed put on her face, and she had her face in the crook of his neck. They just sat there. One emotion coursing through her chronically, the most intense, was the one she hated the most.

Vegeta sat, staring straight ahead. He willed himself not to look at her. He hated the look in her eyes. He kept staring, continuing to think of how her bright azure eyes had been so full of... fright. She feared him, and it actually hurt! Her cheek felt cold, and he took his hand away in an attempt to clasp his two hands together. Until he felt something stop him, by grabbing his palm. He closed his eyes as he felt a gaze fall upon him. She ran a finger down from his forehead to his chin, then stopped. Still though, he dared not open his eyes, he didn't care to see any open emotions within her eyes.

She continued to watch the Saiyajin even as she moved her hand back to her side. Why wouldn't Vegeta open his eyes? What was wrong? She ran a hand through his tall spiky hair. It would seem only logical that he would gel his hair daily, but she couldn't find any evidence of hair styling product. It simply defied gravity! His hair only felt... soft... as she continued to comb her finger through it; never snagging a tangle.

He felt as the woman continuously ran a hand through his hair. To say the feeling was enticing was a complete understatement though. The fact his eyes were closed only magnified the feeling! He opened his eyes and looked down at her. He searched her eyes, and saw that the fear had been replaced by curiosity. All he did though, was stare. He had seen fear in many people's eyes before, but seeing it in her eyes, was another thing entirely.

Suddenly he watched as Bulma leaned forward, but she only hugged him. She looked up with pain stricken eyes. "I'm still scared," she said, " of Yamcha."

"What...why?" he questioned as he nervously watched her search his eyes for something-he wasn't sure what in him. Then it hit him, she was trying to trust him. He snaked an arm around her waist and watched her now again fearful eyes contently, hoping she could trust. She did.

"He threatened to come after me you could say. He said he would make me pay for leaving him and causing him pain..." she whispered before laughing dryly at the ironic thought. Her, causing him pain! More tear threatened to spill, but he could tell though, that she was trying her best not to reveal them, as she looked down.

He pulled her chin back up a bit too forcefully and he heard her whimper. "When was this?"

"Right before he left," she told him.

'Right before he hit you,' Vegeta thought scornfully. He remained silent a few moments longer and lightly traced her bruise thoughtfully. "He won't hurt you," he stated in a determined tone, "I promise you that." He looked back into her cerulean gaze briefly before she buried her head in his shoulder tearfully. He stroked her hair calmly. He felt ready for anything.

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Bulma woke up the next morning to the feeling of something around her waist. She looked over her shoulder and her eyes widened. She hadn't been dreaming! Vegeta lay, surprisingly, sleeping beside her. His arm was flung carelessly, yet securely around her. 'He looks much more peaceful when he sleeps,' she decided just as he opened his eyes. Well... actually his more specifically shot open as he sat up and looked down at her. He was about to leave before she, yet again, grabbed his arm. He looked down again and could tell she wanted him to stay. He brushed a stray strand of hair out of her eyes. She let go abruptly and looked away as he continued to watch her. He followed her gaze out the window. It was still dark out there, but the sun was just beginning to rise. He looked back down at her then smirked and grabbed her hand to pull her up. She stood and he remained holding on to her hand as he ran out the glass doors to her balcony. She gasped as Vegeta jumped over the railing pulling her down with him! Just before they hit the ground he swung her into his arms and shot straight back up and off across the fields below them. He had someplace to show her.

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