DBZ? No, I don't own it. Sorry!



A/N: In a review I was told I write short chapters. (Sorta) I personally don't think so, and to that individual person, check out my Inuyasha 'Transformations' story sometime. I don't think I've EVER written a short fic.

First Person POV



Last time:

I rearranged the pillows a bit and reclined on them, thinking about - without meaning to - Vegeta. (Just why DID he watch over me? There's got to be a good reason. But it can't be love - Damn it! I've got to stop reading those damned romance novels! But then again, the two of us ARE the perfect mismatched couple, if it were to be . . .) "Argh! Screw this!" I flipped over onto my stomach, pushed two fluffy pillows down, and abruptly fell asleep.

Continuing on [Damn, this is getting old!]:



When I woke up I saw metal above me. (What the Hell?) I sat up and almost panicked before I remembered what had happened. (Right, Kakarot. He knocked me out. I wonder where he went?) [Know who it is?]

I stood up and walked out of the gravity room, looking for him. [Ok, if you can't guess who's POV it is by now, you are an idiot!]

It turned out it was five, and when Kakarot left it had to be not much longer than four. [He looked at the clock BEFORE he got knocked out! For the Love of Kami, you guys!]

I shrugged. (He must've gone home, then. Oh, well. I don't need him around for very long anyway.)

I strutted inside, smiling lightly, very happy that I didn't need to worry about the onna anymore. Not only that, but until the onna's parents return, I'm going to have the house all to myself - no distractions.

I went to the kitchen and started to make a late lunch/early dinner. Either way, it was going to be a BIG meal - even for a saiya-jin.

Without really realizing it, I was humming a soft tune I heard the onna humming before. I normally would've been disgusted at myself, but this tune was quite soothing. She had called it a. . . . Minuet?

She said it was a song for two people, who would dance to this song, usually being in love. I was intrigued with the idea that they had a dance and song for mates.

~Flashback~

"No, Vegeta," she laughed. "It's not for 'mates'! That's not what we call it!"

I frowned. "But you said that - "

"People in love dance to this song. I know." She sighed. "That could mean *anyone* in love. It could be a mother and her son, and it doesn't count for teaching."

"A mother and son?" I was disgusted, and my face showed it. "Being mates?"

She let her head hit the table. It was obvious that she was getting a headache from me. I smirked. It was so *fun* being difficult.

"NO, Vegeta," she said, lifting her head. "Being in love, first of all, doesn't mean that they're married - er - *mates*, it just means that they love each other. If I had a son or daughter, I'd love them. I love my mom and dad. I love Goku, Chichi and Gohan. But that doesn't mean that I *sleep* with them." She gave me eyes that said, 'Please tell me you understand'.

As much as I wanted to be even MORE difficult, I gave in, nodding. "I understand. And about this dance? . ."

"It goes like this. . ." She stood up, holding both of her hands up, and then crossed her eyes. "Damn, this won't work without a partner. Hey Dad!" she yelled, stepping out of the room a little.

"Onna?" I said.

She poked her head back in. "Hmm?"

"You need a partner, why not me?" I asked, feeling slightly offended that she wasn't going to use me. After all, wasn't I the one she was teaching this to?

"Uh. . . . I guess I could, but I figured you wouldn't want to get so close to me or touch me."

"Nonsense," I said, standing up. I walked over to her. "This caught my attention. In order to learn, I don't think touching you will be all that hazardous."

"Wow, Vegeta. I think that's the closest thing to a compliment you've ever said. Ok, then."

She reached out and took my right hand, placing it on her hip. I raised one brow but didn't say anything. She took my left hand in hers and lifted it up, placing her left hand on my shoulder.

"You humans do a lot of touching," I observed.

She laughed at that, and nodded. "Yeah, I suppose we do. But then again, we're mostly comfortable with it, so long as the touching doesn't get too intimate."

"What would 'too intimate' be?"

"Uh. . . . I'll explain that later. For now, let's teach you how to dance, ne?"

She slowly moved, taking me with her. I kept glancing at her feet, trying to see how to step. And she kept pulling my chin up to hers. It was infuriating! I growled at her after the dozeneth or so time.

She laughed again. "Don't give me that look, little man. This is how human's teach." She had a sparkle in her eyes, almost like she -

"Damn it, woman!" I said, pulling back, breaking our embrace, so to speak. "You think this is funny, don't you? That this is one big laugh! The Mighty Prince of the Saiya-jins doesn't know how to dance weakling humans' dances!"

"Nonsense," she said, repeating my word. "I just find this amusing; *you* have nothing to do with it. If I was teaching anyone else, it would be just as, if not more, funny. Like, if I were teaching this to Goku - " She burst out laughing at the thought.

I had to admit, the thought of seeing Goku trying to learn how to dance with Bulma as the teacher WAS funny. If that'd ever happed, I knew at once I'd have to find a way to record it somehow. . . .

Which ended up in how I knew how to work the video camera.

~ End ~

I chuckled at the memory. Though, I didn't know what was more funny - the lesson with the onna, the thought of Kakarot dancing, or the knowledge that I now knew how to record things -

Such as times when the onna spaced out. Those were *unbelievably* funny. The things she said. . .

~Flashback~

"Funky whoo-hoo zombie flies!"

I laughed. That woman said such funny things!

"Fat fart airplane singer!"

"Queezy slimey Goku's nose!"

I laughed at THAT one in particular. Eventually, she got into screwing up people's attributes and leaving me to guess who it was - a game I asked her to play.

"Purple pervert horny gay!"

I laughed *HARD*. "Freeza!"

Giggle. "Blacky loud-mouthed scary girl!"

"Chichi!"

"Cutey blacky alien boy!"

"Gohan!"

"Errrrrr!"

"Kakarot?"

"Errrrrr!"

"Uh. . . ." I was getting confused. "Radditz?"

"Errrrrrr! One left!"

I stopped and thought for a second. Nappa didn't have hair. So that left. . . . "Me?"

"Ding ding!" Giggle. "Blondey ditzy pretty oldy!"

"Your mother. . ." I was still a bit in shock. "Make them funnier!"

"Lizard scary no-tail sharp-tooth!"

"Piccolo!"

"Uh-huh!" Giggle. A pause. "Handsome lavender pretty boy helper!"

"Your father!"

"Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!"

"That boy from the future!"

"Ding ding!"

I smiled. She was starting to make some of them tough, giving me vague descriptions. I didn't know any of them too well, the Z gang, so she would know better than me who was who.

~End~

I sighed in fixing the meal. I was actually missing the onna. She always found some way of cheering me up whenever I needed it, even if it was a verbal spar. The way she would sometimes yell, with such a passion, like the time when I. . .

~Flashback~ (In case you haven't noticed, there are going to be a few more of these)

"Your damn contraption broke again!"

"Well, it wouldn't have broken if you weren't so harsh to it!"

"It wouldn't have broken if it had a SMART creator!"

She was shocked. She looked at me as though I just committed a crime against the ruler of the universe.

"WATCH WHAT YOU SAY LITTLE MAN!!!" she screamed, causing me to hold my ears. "OR THE NEXT TIME THAT 'CONTRAPTION' BUSTS *YOU* WON'T HAVE ANYONE TO FIX IT!!!!!!"

Oh, she had passion in her eyes then. I've never so badly insulted her intelligence before, and she was making sure I never did it again. "I don't have to watch what I say! *I* am the SAIYAJIN PRINCE!!! I CAN SAY WHATEVER I WANT!!!!"

"NOT ABOUT ME, YOU CAN'T!!!!! OOOH, I *SO* HOPE THOSE DAMNED ANDROIDS KILL YOU!!!!! YOU DON'T DESERVE ANYTHING ANYONE'S EVER GIVEN YOU!!!"

With that, she turned and left, apparently trying to calm herself before she stepped too far over the line with me. But then again, just to enjoy having our spars, I've moved the 'line' further and further back by day. It was now so far back that she could say, "Prince of a dead race," or, "wasted wish", and I wouldn't harm her. Well, not physically. And she didn't know that.

That was the only thing that bothered me. She didn't know far I'd let her go with verbal thrashings.

~End~

That's one thing I'd have to prove to her. Maybe I'll push so many of her buttons she'd go ballistic when she got back from that 'hospital' or whatever Kakarot said she'd be.

I didn't need to know *where* it was, I could just follow her ki to find her. Who needs directions when you have an Internal Sensory System? [*Snicker* I.S.S.!]

She was asleep now, though. And I'm still wondering - just how *did* she get that cut? And why did it get infected so badly? There might've been something in it, but then, why didn't she clean it out?

(Because, you baka, you kept putting her in bed) my mind said. (You didn't give her the chance to fix it herself!)

I told that voice to shut up. I didn't want to hear how stupid I'd been. But then, the voice wasn't finished yet.

(AND you made fun of her when she was sick! Remember the camera recorder? Do you? You even enjoyed fondling her while she bathed, unable to do it herself or fight back! How are you so sure that you didn't scare her into next week, or even so badly she won't EVER spar with you again?! Bakayoru!) [Or whatever]

I cursed myself, believing that voice. I didn't want to hear it, but I had to, plus it was right. The last thing I needed was to loose the closest thing I've ever had to a friend because I didn't know how to properly care for her when she needed it. Instead, I stumbled around a lot.

Trying to cool her down, I gave her a cool bath. Even washed her. Trying to cook, I brought her downstairs - which proved to be irrelevant. I couldn't use her help anyway. Then, I videotaped her when I knew she wouldn't want me too - were she able to string two thoughts together that were related to each other. Then I took her back upstairs, put her to bed, and used something of mine to aid her, even when I knew she would be very confused over it, and might even think that I *liked* her. On top of all that, I caused her pain by cleaning her cut, when I knew I could've gone to her lab and find something to dull the pain for her. Now she HAS to be frightened of me.

As much as that would have appealed to me a year ago, or even half a year, that's not what I want now. I WANT her to be comfortable around me, as much as I'd like to deny it. I WANT her to be able to verbally fight with me, pushing the limits constantly. I WANT her. . . . .