Bulma's POV

"Vegeta…where are you?" I asked myself. I wonder where he is, it's been nearly four hours…

"Why'd you run off?" I asked more silently. It was confusing, I had never seen such fear, such sorrow drowning his eyes, when he looked at me. My arm only hurt for a moment or two or three…alright it hurt a long time but…come back I said to myself. Let me know everything's alright. I cared for Vegeta despite all the terrible things he's done to me, I forget about the past fights, the words thrown during them and I move on. I may have cried over things but I usually let things roll about… I remember last night…I remember the scream and the yelp from his room.

So I got up to check on him. Walking down the hall I hear him punching something and it scared me because there might be a robber in the house. Rushing in his room, I found nothing but a sleeping saiyan. I came closer to him and I noticed that the sheets were pulled out of place and his pillows were wet of tears and sweat. I had never imagined that strong, prideful saiyan ever crying and to my astonishment, here he was, scared and crying over a nightmare. I wiped a stray tear away and surprisingly his strong arms moved gently on my wrist, he jerked slightly but then he released. Another tear a rolled between his eyes and as I bent to wipe it away too, I got distracted by his lips…It may be a sin to say that I love Yamcha and kiss another man. But that's what I did. I can't quiet place why I did but I did anyway. His lips were moist and weren't thin, but somewhat luscious. I liked it and just then he stirred suddenly turning the other way. The sheets revealed his chiseled chest and his strong neck…I quickly and quietly left after I saw he had calmed down only a bit, I hoped that he would be just fine…I guess not, the dream must have something thing to do with what happened earlier today. I dismissed it, and grabbed a magazine to read, I know Vegeta can take care of himself anyway.

End of Bulma's POV- Third person

Vegeta walked timidly down the street. He tried to forget the accident that had happened earlier, but it troubled him. He flew out of the crowd and people stared at him for moments until he disappeared into the blue sky.

He reached the purple mountains that laid east of Capsule Corp. and he settled near one of it's peaks. As he sat there he looked at his hands again, they were his own now. He punched the solid rock beside him and dented in. He combed through his hair and thought about Bulma. I hurt the women, what have I become? I mean what I'm saying, that woman deserved it…who am I kidding! He cursed under his breath and remembered Bulma saying to him once…Don't let your past dictate you will become. He knew it was true but his past hurt him, it brought back memories that he'd wish would go away, forever. It turned him to a cold prince of his dead race and he knew it. But he'd never forgive him, he'd never forgive Freezia for killing his people and it just stuck to him. He wouldn't allow his sensitive side to show though because if he did, he'd be weak. Freezia said so…and Vegeta gave only that credit to him.

He dismissed the thoughts as he looked over the farmland that lead gracefully into the city limits and looked at the round, huge buildings that was Capsule Corp…he could see the yard the stretched out behind it and saw the Gravitation room!

"SHIT!" He cursed.

"I haven't trained any today. Maybe that'll get all of this out of my mind." He flew back over his steps and never went through the entrance of Capsule Corp, he wanted to avoid Bulma for some odd reason. So he just went straight for the gravitational room.

Bulma never noticed Vegeta training until she began to get really worried. She went into the kitchen and looked out the back window as she washed the dishes. She saw that the lights in Gravitation Room were turned on! She fumed with anger.

"VEGETA!!!!!!" She stormed out the back door and across the yard. She kicked the iron door of the GR (Gravitation Room).

"HOW DARE YOU COME HOME AND NOT BOTHER TO TELL ME, DID YOU KNOW I'VE BEEN WORRIED SICK!!!!!" She yelled again, banging the door.

"ARE YOU LISTENING-VEGETA, VEGETA!"—

"What the HELL DO YOU WANT!" Vegeta opened the door, scaring Bulma to death and she fell over. She looked upon Vegeta and saw his chest was bear and he was wearing his training spandex pants. Damn! You look so good right now, though these words I'll never say…

"I've been in there WORRIED OVER YOU!" Bulma screamed. She helped herself up, pointing at Vegeta's face…

"You! YOU! Just wherehave YOU been!" Vegeta grabbed her finger and rolling it back into her palm.

"It's rude to point…"He smirked.

"And why would you be worried about me, you have that player Yamcha to spread your love and glory on?"

"VEGETA! Why would you say such a thing about Yamcha-Don't bring him into this, this is between you and me! I was worried, because…you looked afraid when you stormed out of the house this morning…" Bulma frowned. She backed away since she called Vegeta 'afraid'.

Vegeta felt anger fill out of his ears. He knew he was becoming red faced…he's never been afraid in his whole life! And no human, especially this women, is going to call him 'afraid' ! He looked at her face and saw himself again…oh, no! He closed his eyes, shaking himself and he fell to his knees. I can't be angry! I'll hurt her, just like he did to me…but I'm not a coward, I can't let this stand in my way! Vegeta cursed over and over again.

Bulma watched him drop to his knees. She was scared now…he was really hurt, does this have to do with his dream…I wonder. Bulma bent down and stroked Vegeta's back, he flinched and looked up grabbing her wrist. Don't hurt her, face your fears you coward He cursed at himself again. He looked at Bulma and saw her, not himself.

"Vegeta, I can't help but I've gotto ask this again…did you have nightmare last night?" Bulma asked hestitanly. I have no choice, maybe she can even help me-What are you saying!

"Vegeta please…I can help you if this bothering you, but I can't make you." Bulma pleaded. Vegeta said nothing. He was silent, he'd never let himself fall to this weakness, he'd never show his sensitive, cowardly side NEVER in a million years! NEVER EVER…damn pride.

"Why do you care!" He cocked an eyebrow of pure amazment.

"Vegeta, I just do ok…" Bulma tried to stroke his back, but he wouldn't allow it. He's to stuck up in his pride!

"No…"

"Look at me…" Bulma commanded. Vegeta wouldn't, he couldn't…

"Vegeta, look at me ok, I can't help you if won't listen to me!" Bulma pulled his chin up to her view. He was staring at Bulma, not himself! He quickly stood, looking at her in total bewilderment…

"What's wrong, tell me, it's that dream isn't it? DAMN IT!" Bulma pushed him hard.

"Don't you dare raise your voice or curse at me woman...and don't you ever touch me!" Vegeta fought back.

"Just tell me please, does this have to do with that dream?" Bulma calmed down a bit.

"What happened?" She said standing back up. She curved her eyebrows, making a straight angry face.

"I can't tell you." Vegeta said firmly. Bulma now broke down and cried.

"Vegeta, your so stubborn, can't you for once just give up your pride, for me to even help you," Bulma paused. Tears fell, but Vegeta didn't care. He'd never allow himself to do this, he didn't need anyone's help and he didn't want it either.

"Fine! See if I care…"Bulma began to walk away but then stopped and covered her mouth and wiped her tears. She ran back, and started beating him on the chest.

"You burn in hell for all I care! All you care about is your stupid pride, yourself and no one else. You never will and when you die no one will care, and in fact I'll be the happiest of all, I-I…" Bulma was crying now on his bare chest. Damn! Won't you just go away! Vegeta said under his breath. He couldn't hurt her, he'd see Freezia's hands again, and he'd see Bulma as himself…he was actually wrapping his arms around her waist! She was thin and so gorgeous right now. What am I doing? But right now she really looks good… Vegeta embraced her. He felt her breast press against him and he felt somewhat excited. What the hell kind of a feeling is this! And over this women, but why does it feel so right! Vegeta snap out of it! Vegeta tried to let go, but something made him clamp against her tighter. She was quiet now and shewas nowlooking into his eyes…Vegeta wanted to turn away so bad, but he never did.

Bulma couldn't move, she was utterly shock about the whole accident…she expected to pushed out of the way and he go inside but, he hugged her, Vegeta the cold heart prince who only cared for himself, hugged her. Why isn't he saying anything? Vegeta just please tell me something…you look so good right now. She was very close to his face now, she was lost in an array emotions displayed in his onxy eyes…they melted into a kiss! Vegeta placed his left hand tightly against her waist and his right against her back pulling herclosely in and all this during his tongue exploring her mouth. This…is right. Bulma concluded as she stroked his shoulder blade when she coiled her left arm around his robust neck. How in the world did I end up here…something about her is soothing in a way, and I can't place why. Vegeta thought to himself as he finished up.

Bulma pulled away, thinking of Yamcha and his disapproval…oh no. Vegeta merely stood, content that his dream by that time had faded and the words that were thrown earlier were gone. The kiss had somehow settle his nerve and no longer wanted to fight back. Damn woman cast a spell upon me, why is it that I feel this way. Vegeta thought again, as he gazed on Bulma. She stood there with a pair of shorts displaying her silken legs, long and smoothand she worewhite tank top, tightening about her breast. Her eyes were aqua blueand he could see the moon in the center. Beautiful eyes, I'll give that to her. Vegeta smirked to himself. Bulma just stared at Vegeta with inquisitive glare, she didn't know what to think Did that really happen? She wondered. She dismissed it with a small smile and walked back inside…

I hope you like that, I'll be updating soon! Maybe sumtime this weekend.

ZoeGurl