Untitled Document Dragon Ball Z: Unlikely Romance
A Dragon Bball Z FanFic By Eric Jacobson
Chapter Five -- Summer Nights
Story Home Site Eric's Writer's Lounge

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Morning came to the remote resort island, birds came to life and began singing their happy songs as the world awoke. The surf, at low tide, rolled softly to the sand and crashed gently on the shore. All of this was enough to wake Bulma from her slumber. She yawned quietly and looked down at the Saiyan Prince next to her, still asleep. She smiled. Vegeta was so peaceful looking when he was asleep, the exact opposite of how he was when he was awake.

"Hey, Vegeta. Come on, sleepy head, wake up! It's morning. Come on, Vegeta, get up!" Vegeta stirred a bit, unwilling to wake up. "Oh, if it isn't one thing with him, it's another. Always the rouge, I guess." She shook him a little, trying to get him up. He finally opened his eyes after a few moments.

"Wha... what? Oh, Bulma-Chan." Any other time, if he had been bothered, he would have devestated whoever disturbed him, or at least given them a huge scare. But Bulma was a different story. "Is it morning already?"

"Duh, Vegeta. Of course it is. Now come on, get out of bed. We have alot to do today."

"Alot to do? I thought this was supposed to be a vacation."

"It is, silly. we're going to go into town in a little while. I want to see what all this place has as far as stores and stuff, plus we'll get to see the night club we'll be going to tomorrow night. Now come on, lazy boy. Get up!"

Vegeta sat up looking a little annoyed. But that soon gave way to amusement as he looked at the smile on Bulma's face. "Alright. I'm getting up. But before we go anywhere, I'd like to go for a swim and get something to eat."

"No problem. You go ahead and hit the water, and I'll cook you up something fit for a Prince."

Bulma crawled out of the hut and went to get started on something to eat. Vegeta threw on some shorts and a tank top, left the hut and headed down to the beach. When he got there, he looked out over the water. "I never thought something this quiet and peaceful could get my attention. Oh well." With that, he ran out into the surf and dove head first into the water.

He had swam out some distance, enjoying the water on his tired body. He had been training for such a long time without a break, and taking the time off was doing him good. Taking a deep breath, he dove under the surface to explore the aquatic world below. Nearing the bottom, he saw that the ocean floor was teeming with life. Coral grew out from rock outcroppings, and within them swam numerous types of tropical fish and other sea going creatures. A crab went running by, snapping its claws as it went. Vegeta smiled. 'Isn't this interesting. I wonder if these creatures have any clue as to what could happen to them when those Androids arrive...'

Surfacing again, Vegeta came up just as a wave was forming. He had seen Krillin doing something he called body surfing the day before, and thought he himself would try it. As the wave began to swell closer, Vegeta turned himself towards the shoreline and straightened his body. The wave caught him and carried him forward at a rate that surprised the Saiyan. 'The water holds tremendous power, more than I give it credit for. So this is how Kakkarot gets his energy for that Spirit Bomb of his. He gathers it from all these things.' His thoughts trailed off as the wave carried him faster and faster...

Vegeta lifted his head and looked towards the shore, which was growing closer and closer each second. A rush came over him as his speed increased, and he let out a large cry that could have been heard for miles had it not been garbled by the rushing water churning around him. He continued his bellowing scream as he reached the shore line and came to a screeching halt in the sand. When he finally stopped screaming, he rolled over on his back and started laughing uncontrolably. Never before had he had so much fun while not
destroying anything.

Bulma ran up to him. She had heard him screaming and wanted to know what was going on. "Hey, Vegeta, are you alright? What the heck were you screaming for?" The mighty Saiyan continued to laugh his head off, unaware that she was standing over him. "Vegeta? Hey, are you going to answer me? What the heck is so funny? VEGETA!"

His laugh subsided enough for him to open his eyes and see his beloved lady standing over him, looking at him with a puzzled gaze. He caught his breath for a moment, chuckeling lightly. And then, a slightly evil thought crossed his mind. He reached up and grabbed Bulma's arm.

"Vegeta? What the... Ooooh!" He pulled her down on top of him, and began rolling in the sand with her, laughing the whole time. When they finally stopped, Bulma looked at him crossly. "What in the heck are you doing, Vegeta? What'd you do that for?" She looked at him lying there next to her, laughing, and began to laugh herself. After a moment, they stopped laughing and just stayed there, together on the sand.

"Bulma-Chan, I really want to thank you for bringing me with you. This time away from training is something that I've needed for a long time."

"Oh, Vegeta. We couldn't just leave you at home. You would have gone nuts! I mean, you would have broken the trainer, and noone would have been there to fix it for you. Then you would have destroyed the entire compound or something."

The Saiyan Prince thought for a second. She was probably right. His temper always had a short fuse. He would have gone on a rampage, that or tracked Bulma down and drug her back to fix what he had broken. "But I'm not there. I'm not angry because something has interrupted my training. I'm here, with you, and I'm actually enjoying myself for the first time in my life. Thank you, Bulma-Chan."

"Well, you're very wel..." She never got to finish her sentance. Vegeta pulled her in close and gave her a wonderful kiss. She was always stunned when he kissed her like this. It was as if she were in some alternate universe, alone with her Prince. She lived for these moments, since she had never felt like this with that moron, Yamcha.

When it was over, Vegeta smiled at his little lady. "I think I've had enough fun for right now, Bulma-Chan. Let's get back to camp and get something to eat. What do you think?"

"Good idea. Your food's almost ready anyway." Vegeta got to his feet first, and helped her up. Hand in hand, the walked back to the camp site, smiling the whole way.

They finished eating some time later and began to get ready to head into town. Dr. and Mrs. Brief were going to stay behind so the good doctor could do some fishing in the nearby river, and the Mrs. could just enjoy some sun. Bulma got her things together quite quickly for once, and she and Mizuki headed for the restroom hut to do up their faces.

Vegeta stood with Krillin by the car. "You know, Vegeta, time and again I ask myself why women go through that whole makeup ritual. What do you think?"

The Saiyan seemed to pay Krillin no mind. He was leaning against the car, his head down and his eyes closed as if he were deep in thought.

"Vegeta? You awake over there?"

"No, Krillin. I do not understand why these females go through that whole process. It's a waste of time, if you ask me. I honestly believe that it's a good thing we warriors don't have to go through that phase. What's the point of it all?"

"Oh, you know women, Vegeta. They always gotta look their best when they go out. For some reason, they think that the look horrible otherwise. I don't know why. I think Mizuki looks great no matter what."

"Sometimes, Krillin, I'm inclined to agree on that point."

Krillin was taken aback by that statement. Vegeta? Thinking that women looked good sometimes? What was up with that? 'I wonder what's going on in that overinflated head of his. It's not like him to worry about much more than training and combat.' A droplet of sweat ran down his brow as he looked with enigmatic wonder at Vegeta.

"Hey. Here they come. It's about time."

Vegeta opened his eyes to see Bulma and Mizuki walking towards them. And then, it caught his eye. For some reason, Bulma was looking exceptionally lovely, and it struck the Saiyan warrior with awe. His heart swelled and began to beat faster and faster as she neared. So THIS was what the makeup ritual was for. He had to admit, he did like the results.

"Hey. Are you guys ready to go?" Mizuki called out to them as they grew near to the car.

"Yeah. You girls sure do take your time with that makeup. But it looks great. Now come on, the city awaits!" Krillin opened the door for Mizuki and she climbed into the back seat, with him right behind her. Vegeta just stood where he was, still disarmed by the way Bulma looked. She opened the driver's side door and looked over to him.

"Hey, Vegeta. Are you going to just stand there, or are you gonna get in the car with the rest of us? He he he!" Vegeta jumped a bit, and realized what he was doing. Without saying a word, he opened his door and got into his seat. "Alright. Buckle up, everybody! Here we go!" Bulma started the engine and slammed on the gas, giving everybody a jolt of G forces as they took off for the lights of Aloha City.

It was a relatively short trip to Aloha City, compared to their two hour marathon to the island itself. When they arrived, they found a garage and parked the car. After locking up making sure everything was in order, they set out to see the sights of the resort Mecca. Huge theme hotels towered above the 6 lane strip that dominated the center of town. As they walked along, the girls window shopped at the many fancy stores.

"Hey Bulma! Would you look at that dress there? That's soooooo beautiful!" Mizuki was looking into a boutique that specialized in exotic dresses. Bulma ran up to the window and peered in. "What I wouldn't give to have that dress."

"Wow. It is pretty cool looking, Mizuki." Bulma wasn't really looking at the dress her counterpart was. She was fixated on a dress behind it. It was blue faded into purple with cequins spiraling down from the neckline to the hemline, sleeveless and ending at the knees. She pictured herself wearing it, dancing with Vegeta all night long.

"Oh brother. I'll tell you, Vegeta, when women get into this mode, it's hard to get them out." Krillin and Vegeta were leaning against a lamp post as the girls gawked at window after window nearby. "Do you think we should actually take them into a store and get them something so they stop doing all this window shopping? If we don't, we might not get anywhere anytime soon."

Vegeta was watching Bulma as she admired the dress. He knew she had her heart set on it. Then and there, he made the decision. "I think you're right, Krillin. Let's take them inside this store. That should make them quite happy."

"Now you're talking. Hey girls! You like those dresses alot, do ya?"

Mizuki called back to him without turning around. "Oh, you just don't know, Krillin!" Next to her, Bulma said nothing. She was still staring at that dress.

"Well, let's see what we can do about this. Come on, Vegeta." With that, Krillin and Vegeta took the girls into the dress shop to browse.

Once inside, the girls immediately took off to see their respective dresses. Krillin and Vegeta stayed off to the side, watching with some amusement as Bulma and Mizuki went ga-ga. Krillin leaned over to the Saiyan and spoke. "What do you think we should do, Vegeta? Should we get them the dresses or just let them shop?"

Vegeta, ever the plotting spirit, formulated a wonderful plan. "I don't know about you, baldie, but I plan on not crushing Bulma's dream. I've done enough of that already, it's time I did something... right... for a change."

Krillin's eyes grew wide with astonishment. Right? A change? Something was deffinately happening to Vegeta, that was for sure. But what was triggering it? What made Vegeta tone himself down like this? Was it Bulma? Was it just being stuck on Earth for so long after the Namek ordeal? He couldn't be completely sure. But he was sure that this was a somewhat different Vegeta he was dealing with.

Meanwhile, Vegeta made his way to the counter where the clerk was reading a soap opera magazine. "Excuse me."

"Can I help you, sir?" The clerk did not look up from her reading, and this angered Vegeta a bit. But he managed to keep it in check.

"Yes. I would like to purchase that dress that the young woman over there is looking at. But I need your assistance in keeping it hush hush, so please, pay attention."

The clerk, sensing the menace in Vegeta's voice, looked up from her reading and listened intently as the Saiyan explained his plan to her.

Bulma ran her hand down the length of the dress. The fabric was so wonderful, almost silk like in a way. The cequins caught the ambient lighting in the store perfectly and shimmered brightly. She dreamed of a night on the town with Vegeta, her wearing this dress. How happy he'd be, she thought. She was sure that he'd love to see her in this dress. It was near perfection.

Suddenly, she was interrupted by the clerk coming over to her. "I'm sorry miss, but this dress has just been sold. I'll have to take it into the back and have it wrapped."

"Oh, that's OK." Bulma felt her heart sink a little bit. "Do you have another one like it?"

"I'm sorry, miss, not at the moment. We should have another one in about a week or so. They're hand made, so each is one of a kind and takes a while to make. Again, I'm very sorry, miss."

Bulma was heartbroken. "That's OK. I guess I'll have to settle on another one." She sulked for a little bit, and walked over to Mizuki.

"Hey Bulma! What do you think?" She held the dress up to her body, half modeling it for her friend. "Do you think Krillin will like it?"

Half dejected, Bulma looked it over. "I'm sure he'll like it on you, Mizuki."

"Hey, you don't sound too happy there, kiddo. What's wrong?"

"You know that dress I had my eyes on? Someone just bought it, and it'll be a week before they get another one in. By that time, we'll be back home, and there's no way I'll have it for the club tomorrow night."

"Oh, that's terrible. I'm sure there's something else here that suits your fancy. Have you looked around?"

"No, I really wanted that one. I'll just wear something I brought with me, I guess." Bulma looked around the store and noticed that the guys were no longer inside. "Where did the boys go? They were just here a few minutes ago."

"Maybe they went outside. Let me go pay for this dress and we'll go out and check."

Indeed, Vegeta and Krillin were outside, leaning against the same lamp post they had been before entering the little dress shop. The girls were still inside yet, and they were taking the time to chat for a bit.

"So, Vegeta. What'd you do with that? How'd you get it out of there without Bulma seeing you?"

"It was quite simple, really. Once the clerk packaged up the dress, I took it out the back door and flew back to the car to hide it in the trunk. Now all I have to do is wait until tomorrow night before we go to this dancing place and surprise her with it."

"Wow, Vegeta. I honestly didn't think you had it in ya. You know, you're always full of surprises. But hey, it's a good thing."

Vegeta just looked at Krillin when he said that, but decided not to say anything. He just smiled and nodded. Slowly, he was learning to contain his temper. And besides, he was beginning to enjoy his time on Earth. It was becoming a second home to him.

At that moment, the girls came out of the dress shop to find the boys leaning against the lamp post. Mizuki was carrying a box, she had bought the dress she was admiring when they first stopped at the window. Bulma, on the other hand, came out looking rather sad.

Krillin, playing along to conseal Vegeta' surprise, approached Bulma. "Why you looking so glum?"

"Oh, it's nothing important, Krillin. Let's just keep on going down the strip. We should be coming up on that night club pretty soon, and I still want to check that out." With that, the quartet began to walk down the sidewalk again.

Further down the street, the intrepid foursome came accross a square with several different eateries, and decided to visit the small Italian restaraunt on the northeast corner. They sat down and ordered, and to everyone's surprise, Vegeta ended up eating what looked to be his weight in angel hair pasta, smothered in a rich tomato sauce. After they had finished their meal, the continued past the square about two blocks before they finally came to the dance club which was to be the next night's destination.

Vegeta looked up at the marquee that framed the club's name. Club Zero. Though they were off, the neon lights of the sign were clearly blue. The club was arctic themed, this much was obvious. He thought of how the inside might look, and it struck his fancy. 'This place looks rather interesting. So this is what these humans do for entertainment. They create places to gather with a theme of some sort. Very interesting indeed.' Long ago he had resolved to study the humans while he was stuck here, so he could fit in without drawing much attention to himself.

Bulma stood in awe of the club. She'd been to many dance clubs with Yamcha and other boyfriends she had over the years, but never to a place like this. It had three floors that were visible from the outside, the second of which had a balcony. Bulma could just picture how it would be the following night. Her and Vegeta, alone on the balcony, looking out over the strip in each other's arms. She couldn't wait.

"Wow! This place looks pretty hip! I can't wait to get inside it and see how it looks in there! I'll bet it's the sweetest club on the planet." Krillin sounded very excited. In his years of training with Master Roshi, he had never really had the time to actually just be young and do what young people do. Sure, he got his moments in the sun where he had his fun, but he wasn't getting any younger and wanted to have some serious fun.

Mizuki went to the front door to check out the posted business hours. "Well, guys, this place opens at 8 and stayes open till 3am. What time do you all think we should get here?"

"I think we should show up fashionably late, Mizuki, around 9 or so. That should give us plenty of time to get ready, then plenty of time to enjoy ourselves." Bulma was still picturing what might happen in her mind. Her heart was set on having a fun, magical night on the town with Vegeta. She knew she could never tell Krillin and Mizuki, but it still filled her mind with wonder and happiness. Would Vegeta play the role of dashing date she hoped he would? In 24 hours, she would know for sure. "What do you guys think?

Of course, Vegeta said nothing. But Krillin chimed in with his opinion. "Sounds good to me, Bulma. So anyway, shall we continue? There's alot more of Aloha City we haven't seen yet."

"Good idea, Krillin." Mizuki took his arm and together they walked down the street. Bulma and Vegeta stayed behind for a moment. Bulma was still pretty much lost in her thoughts, and Vegeta walked up behind her, putting his arms around her. She jumped a little, but almost immediately calmed down."

"Come on, Bulma-Chan. Krillin and Mizuki aren't going to wait for us forever, you know."

"I know. I'm just thinking about tomorrow night, picturing how it might be. I've never been to a place like this before, and with you, that adds a whole other dimension to the idea."

"Well, I promise you that you'll have a wonderful time. Now let's get going before we lose them." With that, they walked after Krillin and Mizuki, heading further down the street to see the sights of Aloha City...

Dr. and Mrs. Breif were sitting along the shore in their beach chairs, watching the tide roll out as they drank glasses of champagne. This was one of the few moments they had alone together, especially since Vegeta had decided to grace their lives with his presence. Things had been so hectic and frantic since the news of the Androids hit home, and they had looked forward to this moment when they could relax.

"You know dear, the kids should be getting home from the city soon. We really should get started on dinner sometime soon." Dr. Breif reached up to his shoulder and gave a loving pat on the head to his ever present kitty.

"Oh, yes, I know, honey. But they're young, and the city has the pace of life that they're more accustomed to. I wouldn't be surprised if they decided to stay and see what's what. You know how kids are."

"Yes, dear, I do. After all, I was a kid once. He he. And so were you. And then we ended up raising a daughter, not to mention one that was full of energy. Heck, she still is even though she's almost all grown up. You know, pretty soon, she'll be having kids of her own, that is if she ever finds a decent man that will stick with her long enough. Heaven knows that Yamcha can't seem to sit still."

They sat for about another half hour, talking and enjoying the quiet time they had together. They knew they'd have another moment like this the next night, since the kids were going back to the city to go dancing. After a little while, they heard the car pull up and come to a screching halt.

"Looks like Bulma was driving again." Mrs. Breif dreaded the thought of her daughter driving, she was always such a speed demon.

"Yep. No doubt about that. Let's get to work on dinner, dear."

After dinner, everyone went down to the beach to play Volleyball. Everyone, that is, except for Vegeta. He just sat off to the side, watching and humphing in his usual manner. He never did like to join in when the others were doing something fun. It was against his calling as a warrior. This time he felt a little different about it, since he was on vacation from his training. But still he sat.

Krillin dug in for a set, and popped the ball into the air. Mizuki ran underneath and lept to spike it. She struck the ball with surprising force, but Bulma reacted quickly. She dove for the save, and sent the ball straight up. Mrs. Breif, her teammate this game, ran over to hit it.

"Oh my goodness! Here goes nothing." She was always flustered in these situations. She ended up hitting the ball at an odd angle, and it flew off and knocked Vegeta in the head. "Oh dear, I'm sooooo sorry, Vegeta. It was an accident."

Vegeta looked over at them, obviously infuriated. But then he looked at Bulma, who was obviously upset and worried he might explode. He picked up the ball and looked at it.

Bulma ran over to retrieve the ball. "Mom's sorry, Vegeta. She's just not very good at this sort of thing, sports and all. Please don't go crazy on her."

Vegeta was still looking at the ball. "Don't worry, Bulma-Chan. I have no intention of ruining your game. Besides, there's no way a little ball like this could hurt me all that much. Here." He threw the ball to Bulma, who caught it. "Now go and enjoy your game."

"Well why don't you come join us, Vegeta? You won't know if you'll have any fun unless you get up and actually try."

He mulled it over for a moment. He'd been watching them play, and had gotten the basic idea, but he still wasn't sure. "I don't know, Bulma-Chan. I don't fully understand the game, and I might end up making a total fool of myself. That, I can't allow at all.

Bulma knelt down next to him. "Oh, come on, Vegeta. It's not that hard at all. Now, look The idea of the game is to get the ball over the net and hit the ground on the other side. Got it? There are three ways you can hit the ball..."

Krillin walked over to Mizuki, staring at Bulma and Vegeta the whole time. "What do you think they're talking about over there? She's holding up the game."

"Don't look at me. They're your friends."

"Well, Bulma's my friend, but Vegeta? You never really can tell about that guy. Lately he's been as bipolar as a battery. One minute he's charged and ready to destroy whatever gets in his way, the next it seems like Bulma's got him tamed like a kitten. I don't really get what's gotten into him."

"Yeah. I can tell. From what you told me about Vegeta, I expected him to be a big pain in the ass. But the whole trip he's been halfway tollerable."

"I know. I wonder if something's wrong with him..."

"Think you've got it, Vegeta?" Bulma looked at him with a smile, hoping she'd explained the game to him well enough to get him to play.

"I.. I think so, Bulma-Chan. But I still don't know if I should..."

"Oh, for pete's sake, Vegeta. Just let go and come have some fun with us!"

Vegeta gave it one last thought, and made his decision. "Alright, Bulma-Chan. I'll come play. But if I make a fool of myself, it's not my fault."

"Great! Now calm down. Noone's going to care if you mess up. It's just a game! And one last thing, Mr. Prince Of Saiyan Warriors. Try to cut back on that monsterous strength of yours when you hit the ball. We don't need you taking anyone's head off."

She held out her hand to help Vegeta up, and he took it. She drug him behind her as she ran back to the Volleyball court. Mrs. Breif decided to join her husband back at the campsite and see what he was working on, so Vegeta took her place. From there, the game went on.

Later that afternoon, Vegeta had gone for a walk down the shoreline, Mizuki and Krillin were building a campfire, and Dr. and Mrs. Breif had sat down near the fire pit awaiting the fire's warmth. Bulma lay on her bedroll inside her hut, smiling. She was thinking of all the fun she had earlier that day, playing Volleyball with Vegeta. He'd taken to the game rather well, and to her surprise didn't decapitate anyone when he spiked the ball. She giggled a bit when she thought of how Vegeta had planted himself head first in the sand like an ostrich while diving to make a save. He saved the ball, alright, but it took her and Krillin both to get him out after the play was over. When they finally got him out, he actuallt doubled over with laughter at his own folly. Then, as now, it made Bulma smile to see him like that.

She rolled up onto her side and slid her arm underneath the pillow to get comfortable. When she did, she found a piece of folded paper underneath. Intrigued she pulled the letter out and read it.

"My dearest Bulma-Chan. I would like very much for you to meet me at the cove we found the other day while we were waliking down the beach. I have the first of two surprises to give to you. Please try to be there before the sun sets. Your Prince Vegeta."

"Before the sun sets? I wonder where it is now?" She looked down at her watch, which read 5:30. She poked her head out of the hut to see the sun hanging low in the afternoon sky. "Well, I'm not too late, but I'd better hurry. These summer days get shorter and shorter. She gathered her things up, put on her shoes and grabbed a coat. Knowing Vegeta and his surprises, it would last well after sunset. She left the hut and started down the beach to the cove.

When she arrived there, she couldn't see Vegeta anywhere. "Vegeta?" She called after him again. "Vegeta, where are you? Come on, you drug me out here, now where are you hiding at?" She turned around, looking for him, but couldn't find him anywhere. Suddenly, she felt a warm breeze blow from behind her. "Vegeta?" Before she could turn around, she felt two arms wrap themselves around her waist, and she was being lifted off the ground.

She turned her head to see Vegeta, smiling at her as he took her up into the air. "There you are, you lunk head. Did you have to startle me like that?"

"Relax, Bulma-Chan. You know I'd never hurt you. Now hang on, your first surprise is just beginning." When they had reached a decent height, Vegeta shot forward, out over the ocean.

"Where are we going, Vegeta?"

Vegeta remained silent and just smiled. How could he tell her if he intended to keep it a surprise? He flew on for some time, untill he reached their destination. Bulma looked down and recognized the tiny island they had come to the evening before. Slowly, Vegeta began to descend until he came to a soft landing on top of the waterfall's cliff.

Bulma let go of him and walked around to have a look. Below her she saw the small lake that the falls poured into. On the other side, she looked down to see the canopy of a small costal forest, and just beyond it a tiny beach.

"Why did you bring me up here? What's this all about, Vegeta?"

"Come now, Bulma-Chan. If I told you, how much of a surprise would it be? Now, close your eyes."

"What? You want me to close my eyes? I'm nervous enough up here as it is, and now you want me to..."

Vegeta put his finger up to her lips. "Shhh. Just close your eyes. Trust me, I will not let any harm come to you."

Bulma simply nodded, and closed her eyes.

The Saiyan Prince took out a small blind fold and put it over Bulma's eyes.

"Vegeta? What's this all about? I can't see a thing! Vegeta?"

"Just give it a few minutes more, Bulma-Chan. Then you can take off the blind fold and see the start of tonight's surprise."

She complained about being up so high and being blindfolded for the next few minutes, and Vegeta simply stood and chuckled. When it was time, he walked up behind her and removed the blindfold.

"Open your eyes, Bulma-Chan. It's time."

Bulma opened her eyes, and what she saw nearly took her breath away. At the height they were at, she could see over the entire ocean. The sun was now a large orange semicircle extending about the horizon, casting an orangish-red glow over everything it surveyed. It's reflection rippled in the ocean's surface. "Vegeta, this.. this is beautiful..."

They sat down next to each other and faced the glorious palette of reds, yellows, oranges, purples and blues. Bulma laid her head on Vegeta's shoulder and sighed. "This really is a surprise, Vegeta. I never knew a view like this existed."

"It's not over yet, Bulma-Chan. Part two of tonight's surprise is yet to come. Do you see that small beach down there?" Vegeta pointed over the edge down to the forest canopy.

"Yes. What about it?"

"I've brought a small tent and some bed rolls, if you would like, we can spent the night here on the island, under the stars. I've made sure there are no creatures around to startle you like they did last night. He he."

Bulma blushed, remembering the events of the night before. "Very funny Vegeta. But it sounds wondeful. I'd love to spend the night here with you. Is that the second surprise?"

"Oh, no, Bulma-Chan. I've saved that for tomorrow night before we leave. I promise that it will make your night very memorable."

Bulma sighed and leaned back into her Saiyan Prince. Together, they sat watching the sunset. They couldn't have asked for a more perfect moment. As the sky slowly faded from it's colorful evening hues to black pierced with the light of the moon and stars, they talked about things. They laughed about the day's volleyball game, and even joked about the coming Android menace. They were in good spirits all around.

Later on that night, they flew down the side of the cliff to where Vegeta had placed the spare tent. He had already gone through the trouble of setting it up and getting everything else ready earlier, so they simply curled up inside a bedroll and looked up at the sky. The stars above them twinkled brightly. Bulma wondered how much longer she would see them like this, with the Androids coming the future was looking grim. But Vegeta reassured her that she would have many more nights like this.

The sound of the rolling surf soon lulled the pair off to sleep...


That's it for Chapter Five. If you wanna 2nd R, feel free. But remember, there's still a bit more to go! Thanks for the great response, everyone ^.^ Remember to visit the Home Site for all my FanFiction!