Part 3

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Sometimes, love can blind you and confuse you. You see things that aren't really there and then you miss the signs that are right before you. Love is so strange.

A/N: Thankyou all for the reviews. I am updating quick to your demands and I hope you enjoy the latest chapter. Yes, Vegeta is a little ooc but since we never get to really see into his soul in dbz then how do we know if he really isn't like this on the inside?

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Another day passes and I find myself coming to closer a solution to this problem I have with Bulma. Everyday I wake up and I train, eat and then train some more. I hardly ever see her, she tends to go out a fair bit with her friends and a few strange men that I have seen drop her off out front of our house late at night. I can't blame her really, it's not like I have anything to offer her in return for affection.

I crawl out of bad, still covered in the mess I made last night as I dreamed about her, imagining her naked body laying beside mine. Her bare skin rubbing up against my own was thought that drove me insane. I needed to shower; surely it would calm me down. I pull on my shorts and leave my bedroom and head towards the lined room to grab myself a towel. I hear Bulma sobbing in her room but I ignore it, what comfort could I possibly bring to her? I am just a saiyan prince!

I hurry down the hallway and into the bathroom, closing the door behind me but I do not lock it. I take my shorts off and turn the shower on. The hot water burst through suddenly and I jumped back in shock, the stupid shower nozzle did that every morning and I laughed, I always jumped back when the water burst out suddenly.

I stepped in and I let the steaming water engulf my body and I sighed, my muscles enjoying the heat. My hair became plastered against the back of my neck and when I looked into the glass door that enclosed the shower I saw my reflection and I looked almost human without my hair protruding up towards the sky.

Someone knocks on the bathroom door but I do not answer, surely they can hear the shower going and figure out that someone is in the shower? I pour some shampoo into my hand and I massage it into my hair from root to tip.

My whole body freezes as I hear the bathroom door open and soft feet padding gentle against the floor as a body intrudes. A naked female body is before me but the steam sitting on the shower's glass door blurs the vision of her. I can feel that familiar hardening of flesh at my groin and I stifle a moan as I stroke it. Does she even know I'm in here? Her aqua hair is messy so I know who it is. I slide the glass door open slightly so I can see her better but she seems to be gone and the bathroom door is closed.

I grunt in frustration, now I am hallucinating! The hardness disappears as the soft flesh hangs down in disappointment and I return to having my shower. I know that I must confront her.

Once I am finished with cleaning my body I dry myself and put my shorts back on and hang my towel up, if I did not I know Bulma would yell at me and I as much as I love it when she gets mad I can't stand her being mad at me.

I walk down the hallway again and Bulma is still sobbing in her room. I stop outside her door and I rest my palm on the door handle. Can I do it?