Chapter 1

In deserted field, Vegeta stood in the middle of all the nothingness that surrounded him. He felt like he could relate to this land…nothing.

I lived for my people and lived to guide them…there gone, so why am I living?

This thought crossed his mind many times before but at the same time he felt like he was here for people. He couldn't explain it. He felt like his people wanted him here.

I have to turn super saiyin. I have to be strong for my people.

Vegeta felt like he had something to prove. At times like this he could feel his father's large hand on his shoulder and his great words.

You must be strong for me for your culture, you must be strong.

Vegeta was young when his father said these words and never fully understood what he meant. To be able to understand them he had to grow up, which he has yet to do. He felt that he had to prove to his father he could do it, that he could be strong just like him. He took a deep breath and jetted off back to the Brief's residence.

He missed his father, culture, people and he missed his home the most. He missed just the knowing he had a home to go to, something that was his.

Vegeta flew over what was left of the training room and went into the house thought the back door.

Vegeta slammed the door behind him and sniffed the air for any smell of dinner but there wasn't any smell of dinner, the stove wasn't on and no plates on the table. He looked around in confusion.

Where the hell is dinner?

Vegeta walked through the kitchen and stared at the broken plates on the floor.

What happened here?

Vegeta wondered to the living room where sat Yamcha, Bulma's ex boyfriend. Well now looks like they were together again.

"Hi Vegeta," Yamcha calmly said as he flipped through TV channels.

"Hmm…" grunted Vegeta, "What are you doing here?"

"Picking up Bulma for our date."

"Hmm…what a stupid woman." Vegeta commented as he walked away from Yamcha towards the guest room where he slept.

Yamcha was left confused like a little kid who didn't understand where babies came from.

Vegeta couldn't stay in Yamcha's presence any longer. It disgusted him the way he treated Bulma and the way Bulma continued to let him treat her that way.

Stupid humans and their emotions. Anyone that stupid shouldn't live…

Vegeta never understood human emotions actually he never understood any emotions because he was never taught to feel any emotions, just to fight. He did understand hatred, loneliness, and depression. He developed those emotions on his own.

Vegeta walked the empty hallway, where he walked to the last door on the right. He walked into his so called room and laid on his bed.

His room was plain and simple. There was one window in his room, it was on the wall beside his bed which he constantly looked through.

Outside his room he can hear voices, Bulma's and Yamcha's voices.

"You look great Bulma!"

"Thank you"

"Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah let's go"

Vegeta sat up and walked over to the door and shut it. He lied against his bed and drifted into a deep sleep…

Vegeta tossed and turned throughout the night having the same nightmare over and over again. He had nightmares of the day his father was killed before his eyes. He had nightmares of the day Frieza destroyed his home planet. The worst thing about it is that he didn't do anything about it, he stood their and watched everything that met something to him go away.

Vegeta woke up in a cold sweat and with his heart beating out of his chest. He got off the bed and walked out of his room. He was hungry and he decided he was going to get himself a midnight snack.

Bulma quietly opened the front door and closed it behind her. She sunk to her knees and began sobbing. She sat on the floor in front of the front door, quietly she cried till she heard footsteps from the hallway. She stood up and wiped her eyes.

Vegeta turned the corner of the hallway to come face to face with Bulma. Vegeta shook his head.

Bulma was overcame with anger as Vegeta walked passed her to the kitchen. She walked to her room and slammed her door behind her.

Vegeta looked through the fridge but he realized it wasn't hunger that he was feeling. He felt like something was missing and it wasn't food so he also returned to his room.

Bulma cried herself to sleep. She felt stupid for letting herself to believe that he would change. She came to a conclusion…

I'm a stupid girl to think he would change,I'm a stupid girl to keep on believing his lies.

She woke up early in the morning and left to the bathroom leaving the bed unmade. She stared at herself in the mirror, her hair was a mess and she had terrible bags under her eyes. She grabbed a hair band and tied her hair back. She walked out of the bathroom, down the hall to the kitchen.

Hopefully Mom, cooked breakfast…cause I'm starving

Bulma reached the kitchen and no one was thereNo breakfast was made and Bulma sighed as she took out leftovers from two days ago. Bulma sat at the table and just before she could take a bite of her breakfast, she heard footsteps come from Vegeta's room to the hallway.

The Prince is finally awake…

She put a spoonful of rice in her mouth and then stepped in Vegeta. Vegeta hair was lopsided, he looked half asleep and he was missing a glove.

Bulma spits out her rice everywhere and begins laughing hysterically. Bulma just could hold it back.

"What is it woman?" Vegeta questions.

"Well good morning to you too?" Bulma says as she recovers from her outburst.

Vegeta grunts.

"So did the prince wake up on the wrong side of bed?" Bulma snickers.

Vegeta looks at her up and down.

Well you don't look to hot yourself.

Vegeta was meaning the messy ponytail, smeared mascara, and baggy pajamas but he held his tongue.

"I like the hair…"Bulma continued.

Vegeta looked at her with a crooked smile.

She's a little playful today.

Vegeta was going to end her playful mood.

"Shut your mouth onna! You look a lot prettier that way!" Vegeta said as he walked to the fridge.

Bulma couldn't believe her ears. Bulma had a puzzled look on her face. She wanted to be angry but she couldn't help but think is he trying to compliment me?

Prettier? Did my ears deceive me?

Bulma just kind of stared at Vegeta.

"Woman where's my breakfast?" Vegeta asks rudely.

"And why may I ask should I care where the whereabouts of your breakfast is?" Bulma replied cleverly.

"Hmm…because your life depends on my food." Vegeta answers.

Bulma's eyebrow raises.

Is he challenging me?

"My life? How?" Bulma questions.

"CAUSE IF I DON'T GET MY FOOD, YOU WILL HAVE NO LIFE!" Vegeta roared.

Bulma gets from her seat and walks over to Vegeta, her face inches from his.

Vegeta is startled by this, no one has ever confronted him like this.

Is she challenging me?

"I would like to see you try and take my life cause all it takes is one call to Goku and he'll take your life just like he should have!" Bulma roars back.

"Damn Karottot!" Vegeta yells with a flame in his eye.

"Vegeta I demand respect from you!! I'm tired of you disrespecting me like this." Bulma remarks.

"RESPECT!?! Respect? How could I ever respect someone who has no respect for their self!?!" Vegeta questions as he steps back.

"What are talking about? I do have respect for myself." Bulma asks.

"If you had respect for yourself, you wouldn't keep on seeing Yamcha…you would see he is just using you." Vegeta answers as he sees he has lowered Bulma's pride.

Bulma looks to the floor and then to Vegeta.

"You know what Vegeta?" Bulma questions quietly.

Will she ever quit? Her attitude reminds me of a saiyin woman.

"What?" Vegeta snaps.

"Your right Vegeta…but I love him. It's something you'll never understand but I still demand that you respect me. You live under my roof and you have to obey my rules!" Bulma softly speaks as her eyes fill with tears.

Love?...

Bulma turns around and grabs her toolbox. Bulma walks out to the back yard to fix the training capsule and she'll be for the rest of the day.

Vegeta finished her breakfast and then return to his bed to look for his other glove. When got to his bedroom, Vegeta couldn't help but feel bad for what he said to Bulma. Vegeta shook head.

Damn these emotions! If she's looking for an apology from me she's not getting it!

Vegeta snatches his glove from the dresser next to his bed.

"I'll be damned if I ever apologize to an overbearing woman like her!" Vegeta murmurs to himself.

He laid on his bed and thought of Bulma like so many nights he has before.

Bulma continued banging the metal. Bulma was angry. Bulma thought of the argument she just had with Vegeta. She kept thinking of what she said,…but I love him. It rang her ears.

How could I lie so bluntly?

She had to tell herself that because she knew she was falling out of love with Yamcha. Love was her excuse but she wasn't in love, or at least anymore.

Why am I still with him? Why do I keep believing his lies?

She suddenly realized that she was hanging on to old memories, to happy memories of him and her. The fact was she didn't want to be alone.

Bulma grabs a screwdrivers and finishes the last screw. She was done. She was overjoyed that her work was done but till she thought about it, she would probably be here tomorrow fixing it again. She sat and then a unusual thought came to mind.

Why did Vegeta say I'm prettier when my mouth was closed? Does that mean he thinks I'm pretty?

Bulma also thought that was the first time Vegeta expressed himself to her.

Vegeta…

Bulma smiles.

He's such a mystery…

Bulma stared at the starlit sky and drifted a sleep thinking of Vegeta like so many times she has before but won't admit.