Date: 13 -12-04

Title: To lower my Pride for you

Chapter 10: Persuasive bargaining

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Bulma: " I guess the authoress is to tired to do the disclaimer…so I'll do it for her ::winks::

ChaosMagicianGirl doesn't own DragonBall Z. But Akira Toriyama does!

Written by: ChaosMagicianGirl

Betaread by: LazerWulf ( still needs to be done)

A/N:

Uhm, yeah, I honestly don't know what to say….Only that I need to apologize for the long wait for this chapter. :: runs for cover, while beeing chased by crowd of mad readers::

I finally managed to get another chapter out, like I promised in the authornote. But since I've been of off writing for so long…I don't know if this chapter makes up for the long wait. I guess I'll leave it up to you readers( if there still are any) if this chapter is crappy or good enough…..And if you discover any spelling, grammatical errors, don't flame me about them please! I tried my best! I hope you enjoy!

But first the thankies!

LazerWulf:

Well, read and find out ::wink:: Thanks for the compliments, BTW and I'll take your tips into consideration! Thanks!

Maggie:

Thanks that you like my story so much! I'm sorry it took so long to post up a new chapter, hope you enjoy though! And about the cliffies, well I just luv'm. Enough said ::grins madly::

Super Saiyan Aragorn:

::rubs her sore butt:: Ouch, that hurts! And it wasn't very nice to bite me ::pouts::

But, yes, I'm evil……so sue me, bwaha. The fact that I posted chapter nine three times was because my rustbucket of a comp decided to annoy me again, and as a result somehow, chapter nine was posted three times. ::glares at comp::

Deborah:

Somebody hates me, boehoeh!!! :: starts crying::

Meomy:

Here's your update…..::hides in a corner to avoid her angry glare::

Vegetalover:

I will, thankyou!

Zicke:

Yes, I'm cruel, ain't I?

Jewel of Beauty:

I got only one thing to say….I think you'll really REALLy like this chapter :: grins::

Haley:

Thanks!

Kitten2:

FINALLY, someone who isn't mean and spiteful! I've found a kindred spirit I think!

StasiaGoddes of Discord and Choas:

I don't think people are pathetic when they like to read a story. I think it makes the writer of a story feel appreciated when someone takes the time to read his or her story and especially when they review for it! So, thanks very much for the review. I mean it! Thanks for taking up some of your time to type me this review. I really appreciate it! And don't worry I won't give u pon the story! I will continue writing it till the very end! :: gives her a Vegeta and Bulma plushie:: I hope you enjoy the chapter and thanks for the support!

D-mac:

Thanks for the compliment. Actually, I hate chapter one. You should have read the first draft I wrote for that chap, it was even worse! It was the first chapter I ever wrote too, but still….

bclarijod44

::blushes:: Thanks very much! Have fun reading this chappie!

Thanks to all readers and reviewers for liking my story and showing me support. I love you guys!

And don't worry, I intend to keep going with this story till the bitter end! Even if it takes me long to update, I will finish my first fic ever! I PROMISE!

Now, onto the story!

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One of the thugs was searching for the hem of Bulma's skirt, but when he found, he couldn't find it, he began to tug on the fabric of her skirt impatiently. He finally managed to finger Bulma's blouse loose, from where she had tugged it into her skirt neatly, before she left for Capsule Corp this morning.

Correction, that he literally tore the blouse of off Bulma would be a more accurate description. The goons continued to rid Bulma of her clothing, unaware of the shadow of a man that had landed behind them. They only became aware of the spectator, when his voice acidly cut through the air and reached their ears.

" I suggest you keep those filthy hands to yourselves or there will be hell to pay for you"

The man who was just in the process of ridding Bulma of her skirt, the only garment left on her body, besides her undergarments looked up to see a man, his face hidden by the shadows, his features perfectly hidden that way. He was unable to figure out much, but when he had studied his " opponent" , he sniggered, which soon turned to laughing.

"You think that a comment coming out of the likes of you, that is supposed to be a threat will actually be taken serious? Less be able to scare us?" the man replied back amused at the unknown person's previous comment.

The other men came that had come to stand beside him laughed along with the other man. They had all three assessed the man's height and weren't impressed. Did that puny midget that dared to interupt them actually think he could take on all three of them? Not a fat chance!

How utterly wrong they were….which would soon become a proven fact, since the man standing before them was more then capable to take them on……

For a few moments it was too quiet. Neither man throwing back a comment, insult, or smart-ass remark. And not one of them made a single move. The chilly wind of a cold winter day in January swept through the backstreet alley, that was currently ocupied by three drunken men, one "mysterious stranger", and Bulma lying on the ground unconsious. The wind swept up leaves, dust and rubbish lying on the ground beneath them. The garbage cans and other stuff standing in the alley made a screechy and scraping noice, caused by the wind. Cutting straight through it was the first snide remark uttered by one of the drunken men.

" What? No smart-ass comment this time?" the man to the left drawled at the stranger.

" What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" the one to the right snickered.

" I think we need to teach you a lesson, you puny-sized punk. Nobody who insults us like that, makes it home alive. You should have been smart enough to not make any comments, but run along home to your mommy. To bad, it's too late now….We'll make you regret your words.

You don't have the power, nor the courage to back up your words." The man in the middle snidely threw at the person standing in front of him, while smirking arrogantly, proud at his smart-ass remark.

What said person did next shocked all three of the men. A loud, insane cackling erupted out of his troath. He walked forward, stepping out of the shadows, revealing his before hidden features. He uncrossed his arms, and pointed a finger at them.

" Fine, now that I've heard your amusing, but rediculous rants, it's time to make my point" he emphasised greatly on the last word, a not so sane smirk plastered across his face.

" Why you!?!?!" the men in the middle of the three, standing directly before him shouted. He couldn't believe the nerve of that puny-sized midget! He definately heard the underlying, mocking tone, imbedded in his voice. He would not be made a fool of! He wasn't some stupid little runt…..

" Tssk tksk. Now, I would have expected a more intelligent reply from you. But, I guess you're either to stupid or you are the one that has run out of words. Either way, I don't care…

I just want you pathetic mongrels to listen real good! " he smirked once again, before continuing " Hasn't your mother ever told you, everything good comes in a small package?

I'll translate it for your undersized brains to understand. Don't let a person's looks fool you, especially not their height. "

The three men were boiling wit hanger, at his remarks.

" NO MORE TALK! YOU WILL DIE NOW!!!" the man to the left screamed, taking out a knife from his pocket, and storming over at his opponent, blind with rage.

Before he could even make a few steps however, the "stranger" pointed a finger at him, and under his breath whispered acidly " No, you die, you worthless, honerless piece of shit.."

After that statement, the man's lifeless form crumpled to the floor. Lying in his personal puddle of blood.

The other two men were horrified, their eyes wide, and now genuinly scared of the man standing in front of them.

" WTF?? How did he do it?? He didn't do anything, he…he just pointed a finger at him……No weapon….nothing…this man can't be human, he isn't human…." The man said to his companion.

The stranger felt the raw fear, and pure terror radiating of them, and he enjoyed it imensely.

The two man that were left backed away slowly, while he advanced on them, smirking maniacally, the palm of his hand outstretched facing them, a ball of light appeared from it, growing in size instantly.

The eyes of the men in question, turned as wide a saucers and with screams, correction more like sqeaks of fear, bolted away, running past him, knocking the stranger of balance. They didn't get far anyway, as it was no use running away from him; Vegeta.

He managed to do a flip-flop, to regain his balance and while doing so, flew up in the air, put both handpalms together and ignited his Ki. Powering up, he prepared his special attack, just for them. With a final roar, he finished of his attack, his voice resonounding trough the air

" FINAL FLASH!!!"

In the instant the blast colided with the men, they were wiped from the face of the Earth. Irradicating any trace of them ever being there in the first place. Vegeta lowered himself to the ground again, and powered down. The bright aura around him disapearing, he turned around to look at Bulma.

The Ki-blast, although low-powered had let the entire ground shake, causing an earthquake in the entire West-Capitol. Nodody was hurt in the process, but the citizins sure got a good scare.

He felt no remorse for his actions whatshowever. These men didn't deserve the air they breathed. They were disgusting, honerless bastards. Their kind literally made him sick.

They were honerless cowards who prayed upon those that were weaker then them. They only fought those, that were weaker then them. They didn't fight fair, and that's why he felt no remorse for killing them. He only felt remorse for the innocent blood he had spilled while being under the reign of Frieza…..

He walked over to Bulma. When he had taken a look at the damage she had substained due to them, his blood boiled with anger. He inspected her for serious injuries. What he found didn't please him at all. She had a twisted arm, which was almost broken. A serious head wound, caused by a beerbottle lying next to her. He checked her pulse, it was barely there. When he scanned her for her signature Ki, he found it to be very weak. She was on the verge of dying.

" I have to get her to Capsule Corp quick! I've already wasted to much time!" Vegeta thought to himself.

He scooped her up in his arms, draped her coat around her to keep her warm, ignited his Ki and made his way to Capsule Corp, flying faster then he had ever done….

" Hang in there, onna! Don't you dare die on me…" He whispered to the unconcious blue-eyed beauty lying in his arms.

At Goku's house outside West Capitol…….

Chi-Chi was standing in the kitchen, finishing the last dish for dinner. Gohan was setting up the porcelain wear on the table, when Chi-Chi called out at him from the kitchen.

" Gohan! Dinner is finished. Could you go fetch your father for me? "

" Sure mom! " he replied back in a cheerful mood.

Gohan stopped with what he was doing and raced passed his mother in the kitchen outside to go get his father.

Chi-Chi shook her head, amused at her son's antics and continued with what she was doing.

" I should hurry up…Bulma should be here anytime now"

The sudden shaking of the ground beneath her feet, made her stop in her current thinking trial.

" Oh my god, an earthquake!" she screamed out in fear, while searching for a safe hiding place to sit it out. She crept under the table, curling up in a ball, covering her head with her hands. The plates, and the other porcelain wear standing on the table fell of the table, and shattered into little pieces upon impact with the ground.

" Oh, no! There goes my money! That stuff cost my a fortune!" she groaned

She could only pray Gohan and her husband would be alright…..

Outside the house, Gohan and Goku were floating up in the air, waiting for the ground to stop shaking. A scared Gohan was cluthing at his dad's side, crying. Goku comforted his distraught son.

" Shh, Gohan, it's going to be alright, don't worry, I'm here to protect you squirt" he said, rocking him.

Suddenly the ground stopped shaking and Goku let his feet touch the ground again. He put down his son, who was still snifling a bit, and wiping away his tears, with the sleeve of his shirt.

" What…what…was that?" Gohan managed to say, through his snifling.

Goku ruffled his hair fondly.

" That was an earthquake, Gohan. It's over now though…."

Before he could finish what he was saying, Chi-Chi came running out of the house, screaming both their names.

" Goku!!! Gohan!!! Where are you???" Tears were streaming down her face, the worry for their wellbeing could be seen clearly on her face. She was looking around franticly.

" Honey, we're here!" Goku shouted at her from a distance away.

Chi-Chi looked around for the source of her husband's voice and when she pinpointed it's location, she ran over to them as fast as her feet could carry her. When she had reached them, she said, out of breath.

"Oh, my god! Are you okay??"

She worriedly picked up Gohan, turning him over to check every angle of his body for scrapes or bruises caused by the earthquake.

" Mom! Put me down" Gohan squaked at her

Goku could only sweatdrop at his wife's behaviour. Sometimes, okay scratch sometimes, she was a bit to woried about their son…..

He cracked a small smile at the display in front of him, but he quickly turned serious again.

' That was no earthquake. I know I shouldn't have lied to Gohan, but I had no other choice. It would have been to dangerous to tell him the truth…"

He had scanned the area for Ki signatures, during the earthquake. And that so-called " earthquake" was caused by a certain saiyanprince he was very fameliar with. What concerned him the most though, was that the powerlevel of his best friend Bulma was dangerously low…

He had no time to waste, he had to get to Bulma, and see if she was alright. He had a certain idea that the " earthquake" had something to do with her.

He waited for his wife, to finish checking up on Gohan. When she had put him back on the ground again, certain that he was alright, she turned to her husband. She saw his serious face.

" Goku…is something wrong?" she questioned

" Yes…….Bulma is in trouble."

" What???" Chi-Chi replied surprised.

" I have no time to explain, I'm sorry!"

He put his hand on his fore-head and disapeared before her eyes in the blink of an eye.

She looked at the vacant spot he had left behind….

" Goku, please be careful…" she whispered, while Gohan tugged on the hem of her shirt saying. " Where did dad go?"

2 days later at Capsule Corp….

In the hospital wing of CC Bulma was lying unconsious tucked in bed. She had been out like a light for two straight days, but her condition was stable at the time-beeing. Her arm was bandaged, and in a cast. Her head, where she had suffered a headwound was bandaged as well. She had suffered a huge amount of bloodloss. She would have died from it, if a certain saiyan hadn't been her saviour again. …

Next to the bed on the table, boquetes of flowers from her friends and get well cards were established .They had all come to visit her, after they heard from her accident. Even Yamcha had come to visit her. The evidence for his being there a vase of white roses…….

Her saviour had watched over her day and night, hidden in the shadows of the night……waiting for her to wake up from her coma.

At the far end of the hospital wing her mother, and Goku were currently sitting at a table, talking with each other and sipping on their tea. Every so often Goku would cast a worried glance over at Bulma.

He sighed, stirring his tea absentmindly, and tuning out the honeysweet voice of Mrs. Briefs. The last few days had been so stressful for him. He had been so scared to lose Bulma. He was very thankful Vegeta had saved her in time. Though he wondered why the saiyan had done it. He believed Vegeta was starting to genuinly care for Bulma, though he would never admit it. Goku wasn't blind and had seen Vegeta watch over Bulma. Even though, when he had confronted Vegeta with this, he simply denied it. Vegeta had avoided him the last few days.

Goku knew why. He was still ashamed, since his pride had been wounded by him. Goku hoped that one day soon, the stubborn saiyan would be able to let go of his pride, if only for Bulma…….

The sudden beeping of the life-support system snapped him back to reality. Mrs. Briefs dropped the tea cup she had been holding, stumled out of her chair and hurried over to the commcreen. She beeped up her husband, by pushing one of the buttons on the panel. She then hurried over to her daughter's bed and sat down next to Goku, who had already taken a seat and was staring at the life support machine. The ratings on it were changing, it indicated Bulma was waking up from her coma…..

With hopeful faces they looked down upon Bulma's prone form on the bed. Her cream complexion was deadly pale, and her eyes were remained closed. Still they continued to wait for a sign, anything that signalled she was waking up.

When after a few minutes, nothing happened, Goku slumped back in his chair defeated. Mrs. Briefs started to cry. " I don't think she'll ever wake up, Goku"

Goku said nothing, but put his arm around Mrs. Briefs for comfort. The sound of the door to the hospital wing opening, made them turn their heads around. Mr. Briefs entered, walking over to them at a fast pace.

"Why did you call me, dear? Is something wrong with Bulma?" he quesioned worried, when he noticed the trails of tears on his wife's face.

Mrs. Briefs shook her head.

" No, her condition is still the same. It's only, the lifesupportsystem gave a beep, indicating that she was regaining consiousness…But, I guess, it was only a false alarm.."

Suddenly though, the stirring of blankets behind them got their attention. A low groan and other sounds were made by the occupant of the bed. Bulma was slowly regaining consiousness. They all hurriedly crowded around the bed.

" Honey….I think she's coming around!" Mrs. Briefs exclaimed happily.

" Yes, I think..I ..think you're right" Mr.Briefs replied to her.

The couple held hands, anxiously waiting what would happen. Goku said nothing, he only waited.

Bulma was running around in darkness, screaming the names of her friends and famely.

" Hello? Is anybody there??" she screamed into the nothingness surrounding her. She felt like she had been walking around for ages in this maze without a way out.

" Dammit! Why won't anyone answer me??" Bulma cried out helplessly, falling down on her knees.

' It's no use. There's nobody here to help me. There's no way out and I'm all alone in this darkness'

Tears started to gather in the corner of her eyes, falling down her face, touching the floor. When one of those teardrops managed to touch the floor however, a blinding light came out from nowhere. She shielded her eyes with her hands, for it was so bright, she thought she would go blind.

" What's happening?" she yelled out in fear.

After a few moments the light died down a little. When she lowered her hands and looked at the source of light, she could identify the siluoet of a man. The light was to blinding for her to determine his features. But somehow the outline of his figure seemed so fameliar to her. Especially the shape of his hair. It was flame-shaped and defied gravity. She knew him, but she just couldn't connect his face with a name……

She was halted in her thoughts as he reached out his hand towards her and his deep, rich, foreign voice called out to her " Give me your hand, and I'll show you the way…"

Bulma opened her eyes slowly, but closed them again immidiately, squinting at the bright light in the room. It took her some time to adjust to it, but when she did she opened her eyes and found herself looking at a white ceiling.

" Where am I? " was the first coherent thought she could manage.

It took sometime for her to register, but she realised she was at home, in the hospital wing nonetheless! Why was she here?? Then it all came flooding back to her at once, all they events that transpired until now.

" I must have been knocked unconsious when I was trying to run away………Oh, I guess I understand why my head feels like it's been run over by a buldozer…." She thought, while rubbing her temple with her hands. The sound of voices made her look around at her enviroment.

She came face to face with the the worried faces of her parents and her best friend.

He was the first to speak up.

" Welcome back from dreamland, B. Had a pleasant sleep?" Goku said smiling at her. He was relieved she was alright and back to her senses again.

Bulma groaned at Goku's question. " Yeah, it was a blast" she muttered sarcasticly back at him" Beside the fact I feel like my head has been run over by a buldozer, I had such a good rest!"

Goku only laughed at her remark. Her parents laughed along with Goku. Bulma tried to smile, but she felt like shit, and every fibre of her body still ached her. So she choose to lean back in her pillow for the moment, letting them have their laught.

Her mother reached over to her, to take her hand in hers.

" How are you feeling, honey?"

" Like shit….." Bulma muttered " How long was I out?"

Her mother and father exchanged a quick glance, before her father replied " You've been unconsious for two days since Vegeta brought you in."

" Wait a moment….VEGETA SAVED ME???" Bulma exclaimed, schocked, while sitting up straight in bed.

Both her parents and Goku jumped at Bulma's sudden outburst. Yup, Bulma was definately back.

" Yes, yes he did…." Goku uttered, almost unable for her to hear, so she had to strain to even hear it.

One week later………………

Flabbergasted, shocked, surprised were only a few of the words that described the way she felt, after she heard the relevation from her parents that nobody but Vegeta had saved her from her predicament.

And here she was, standing outside the GT. Debating on whether to knock or to turn around and run back into the house. She had come here to thank him and to ask a request of him….

She was shuffling back and forth in front of the GT. She had recovered quite well. Her sprained arm had healed enough, so she didn't need the bandages and the cast anymore. She only had bandages wrapped around her head still, to allow her headwound to continue to heal. Her arm still hurt, but the pain lessened day by day. In time the only scars left behind, would be those in her mind and heart. She hadn't admitted it to anyone, but the " accident" had affected her more then she would have liked. She had felt so helpless back then, and she vowed that she would never ever wanted to feel that way again. And that was where her request made of Vegeta made it's entrance….

" Come on, Bulma. Go knock on that door and thank him! How hard can it be??" she argued with herself mentally.

" ARGH!!!" she outed verbally

quickly after that she covered her mouth, cursing herself for her stupidity He had to have heard that, considering his sensitive hearing…And sure enough, the door to the GT opened, revealing the said prince, a towel draped around his shoulders. He lifted his brow curiously at her, lowering his gaze at her.

" Are you going to continue pacing in front of the GT, or are you going to tell me what you want?" he stated gruffly, with a hint of amusement laced into his voice.

Bulma turning beet-red at his comment, scowled at him.

" I…I wasn't pacing!" she snapped back.

" Sure, you weren't…" Vegeta replied back in a sarcastic tone of voice

Bulma was getting mad quickly.

" Grr! Why do you always have to get on my nerves?!?! You have to make this darn difficult for me don't you?" Bulma countered at his remark, crossing her arms, looking away from him.

T hough Vegeta could see her looking at him from the corner of her eyes. He smirked.

" What do you mean, I make it darn difficult for you?"

' Grr…..he.out of all people should understand, with his stupid pride and all. I hate admitting a weakness….'

Bulma lost in her thoughts, didn't notice Vegeta walking over to her, till he stood directly in front of her. She was silent without saying anything for way to long, and he was tired of waiting. He was an impatient man, and he wanted to get this over with.

" Spit it out already!" he yelled right into her face.

Bulma startled by his sudden outburst, lost her balance and fell over on her butt.

" Ouch! What did you do that for, ashole?!?!"

Vegeta laughed at her from above.

" I had to wake you up somehow. You were lost in your own dreamworld. And I don't have all day"

Grumbling, she got up and dusted herself of.

" Well, what do you want", he demanded impatiently.

" Sheesh, don't get your tail into a knot"

" What's that supposed to mean??" he replied angrily

' Woops, he lost his tail when………yachirobi cut it of…..Shouldn't have said that…'

He grabbed her arms roughly. " Is that supposed to be an insult to my race?" he demanded in a low and threathening tone. " I don't take kindly to that. Many who have mocked the saiyan race, in my precense, haven't lived to see another day.

Bulma tugged at this arms, and tried to wriggle herself free out of his grasp, but failing misrably at it.

" It…it was just a figure of speech Vegeta….Now..would you please let me go???!! You're hurting me" Bulma said, wincing from the pain his hold inflicted on her.

Vegeta got to his senses when he noticed he was bruising her arm. The arm that was twisted by that man a week ago. He let her go.

Bulma, cradling her bruised arm, looked up at him. She didn't expect an apology from him.

So she continued with what she came here to do.

' Can't believe I'm doing this…well, here goes……'

" What I wanted to say to you was…..uhm….uhm…"

' Is she stuttering? Never thought that day would come'

While thinking that, he tapped his foot impatiently. He glared at her, when she continued to stutter.

" Fine!" she yelled frustrated" Thankyou for saving me from those streetpunks!" she finished.

" There,I said it!! Happy now???"

" Would that be all?" he replied back mockingly, while yawning to emphasise he was bored.

" Why you!!" She screamed, throwing herself at him.

Vegeta lost his balance from the sudden impact and took Bulma down in the fall with him.

Vegeta was lying on on his back on the ground now, with Bulma sitting on top, stradding his hip with her legs. Realizing their akward position, he coughed and gaining her attention he ordered in a low, croaking voice " Would you mind getting of off me?"

Bulma, not going to let this oppertunity slip passed her, to give the saiyan prince a taste of his own medicine replied back in a purring seductive voice " No, I'm comfortable here"

She reached down and played with a strand of his hair. Vegeta not expecting this behaviour of her got extremely flustered by her actions. He tried to push her of off him, but she was clinging to him like a sticky bee. He was considering throwing her of using force, but didn't want to cause her intentionally harm.

" Dammit, get of off me!!!" he yelled at her instead.

" I will, but under one condition…." She whispered into his ear, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

" And what might that be?" He purred, deciding to play along with her game.

" You have to start training me" Bulma said, now deadly serious.

" What??" Vegeta yelled surprised, but after the realisation of her demand sunk in, he started to laugh hystericly.

" You, haha, why would you need training? Are you planning to take on the androids on your own?" He said amused.

" This has nothing to do with the androids, this is for reasons of my own. Reasons you don't need to know…"

Vegeta stopped laughing. Narrowing his eyes at her he said " You're serious, aren't you?"

" I am" she stated simply

" Why ask me? Why not Kakarot?" he questioned her.

She didn't reply to him for a long while…

" He…..he wouldn't understand….Besides he doesn't need to know what happened back then. It's bad enough you had to see me in that moment of weaknes" she admitted to him painfully and reluctantly" I don't want anyone to know. This is something I have to face on my own" Bulma answered, fear and shame imbedded in her voice.

Vegeta contemplated her strange, and enigmatic answer, but fully understood what she meant.

" And why would you think, I would train you?"

Bulma's face lighted up with a sinister smile.

' What is she thinking?' he wondered to himself.

" Because, if you don't, I will shut down the GT, and if that won't work I'll lock you in a room, together with my mother for a week…"

Horrified at the prospect of being in one room with that..that thing……he relented. It seems that today the verbal battle had been won by the woman. He wasn't about to admit that though.

Sitting up and pushing her of off him, he stood up

Bulma smirked, knowing she had won the " war" and got up as well.

" You drive a hard bargain, you know that, onna?" was the only answer she got from him, before he turned around, walked back into the GT and let the door close behind him.

That was as much of an answer as she was going to get. But the message was clear to her. He had agreed to train her.

Doing a little victory dance, Bulma skipped back into the house.

Standing with his back pressed against the door, Vegeta whispered more to himself then anubody else " What is she doing to me?"

Cause for a moment back there, the urge to kiss her was stronger, then the urge to slap some sense into her…….

A/N:

Whew, the chappie is done! Finally. So, did it suck or was it good? I think I really lost my touch with writing….but I'll leave that up for you guy's to decide. Leave a review if you want!

CMG, signing out!