CHAPTER 3

Vegeta flew off into the sky and didn't stop till he'd traveled off of the continent. He landed on a little island he'd found just weeks ago.

You are an idiot. STUPID!

When he'd said that about her and that weakling, he had expected her to deny it. But she hadn't, and he wasn't about to sleep with her then have her go running back to him.

That would have hurt his pride more than he cared to admit.

He sat down on the white sand of the beach and look out over the great expanse of the ocean. It was beautiful here. He thought the woman might like it.

Then he shook his head.

Okay, if you don't get her off your mind you'll go crazy, he told himself.

He stood up and decided while he was out here he might as well try to get in a little training. He shadow boxed for awhile and finally after trying for the fifth time to concentrate on what he was doing he decided to give up.

He lay down on the beach and closed his eyes. The sun was just beginning to float down behind the deep blue of the ocean.

He wondered what the woman was up to. Probably working in her damned lab. Well, he was hungry. And he knew for a fact that there was nothing to hunt on this island. He'd go back home.

The womans house, he corrected himself. Not my home.

He looked up into the sky.

I don't have a home.

Bulma sat in her lab working on her latest invention. It was well into the evening before she realized that Vegeta hadn't come to bother her about his supper.

She walked outside and saw that the sun was halfway down the horizon.

Well if he's not hungry he can starve but I'm hungry.

She ran into her parents on the way inside.

"Bulma, dear." Her mother beautiful and empty headed as always ran up to her daughter. Obviously she was excited. "We're going away foa awhile."

Her father walked up behind her mother and smiled at his wife.

"Its a conference. We should be back in a few weeks." He finished loading up the car and Bulma watched as her parents drove off.

Her father was often called away to conferences at short notice so she wasn't really surprised.

She walked into the house and sighed. She heard the phone ring.

"Mushi mushi?"

"Bulma?" It was Chi-chi.

"Hi Chi-chi. What's up?"

"Oh, nothing. Just thought I'd call. Listen, Yamcha came by the other day." The hurt she'd been trying to supress resurfaced, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Oh?"

"Yes, he left something here. I wondered if you could tell him next time you see him."

"I...Well." She had to come up with a way not to see him anymore. She didn't love him but he had cheated on her. Which just proved to her that he didn't love her. And she didn't like being unloved.

"Bulma, are you alright. You don't sound to good." Chi-chi sounded worried.

"Chi-chi. Yamcha and I have split up for good," she said. Of course, these were words she'd cried to Chi-chi plenty of times before. Only this time she didn't feel so broken-hearted.

"Alright." Chi-chi didn't sound to worried about that.

"For real this time. Notice that I'm not weeping hysterically?" She sighed.

Chi-chi hesitated. "Well...Yes I had noticed that. What happened?"

"We just broke up." She decided that she didn't want Chi-chi knowing what Yamcha did to her. It hurt to much to even think about it.

"Do you wanna go out and do something?" Chi-chi always came up with a solution.

"They just opened up that new bar on the Strip." Bulma thought a night on the town with her best friend sounded like heaven.

"Bar hopping, huh? Okay, I'll come by and pick you up around six?"

"That'll be great Chi-chi. Thanks."

After she hung up she leaned against the wall. It was going to be harder than she thought getting back out into the real world. Not that she'd really ever been in it. She'd always been with Yamcha from the time she'd met him in the desert.

An unwanted image of Vegeta rose in her mind. She remember how sweet and vulnerable he'd looked asleep. She smiled. She'd never thought Vegeta could look so cute.

She'd always thought him very handsome.

She groaned when she thought about his very seductive mouth against hers.

She pushed off of the wall and rushed up to her bathroom. When she got out of the shower that she had desperately needed, she wrapped a towel around her. After she made sure it was tucked securely under her arms she walked into her bedroom and to her vanity table.

She was at least going to look good tonight. No use in going out and looking frumpy.

She fixed her hair, applied a little make-up and, after dabbing on expensive perfume she headed into her walk in closet. She took on of the capsules of clothes she bought yesterday, clicked a button and threw it in front of her.

When the smoke cleared she picked out a thigh length, form-fitting, strapless black dress. It had a small slit up one side and stopped just shy of reaching the black lace thong panties she'd worn.

She laughed at the image she presented in the mirror. She spun around and glanced at every angle, making sure the dress would have the desired effect. The dress would definetly send off the easy sign. But tonight she didn't care. No one wanted her? Well. She'd make them all want her.

She dug through the boxes and found the little black purse.

She was ready to go, and it was six o'clock now.

She walked out of her room and straight into a wall of hard muscle.

"Wha-?" She looked straight into the darkest, most sinful eyes she'd ever had the privelege of seeing. She knew those beautiful eyes. Vegeta! What was he doing here?

"Well." His dark gaze, one brow cocked up, took in her dress and he stared at her body so long she wanted to squirm away from him.

He couldn't look away. Not even if he'd wanted to. That dress was way to provocative for him, or anyone, not to notice.

And he did notice. Noticed the way it hugged her breast and the way it showed off her perfect legs.

"Vegeta?" He looked up into her sky-blue eyes and his breath caught in his throat.

His fathers voice mocked him from the resesses of his mind.

You're worthless. You can't even control yourself around a weak human.

He knew he should leave. Turn around and go back to that damned island. Away from her. He told himself that and had a million more reasons he should go. But right now he didn't want to listen to them. Not when she was dressed like that. And not when she was breathing so hard her full breasts pulled the fabric of her dress tight across them.

He heard her soft gasp as he bent down to capture her lips with his. He placed his hands out of temptations way by placing them palms flat against the wall by her shoulders. He intended this only to be a kiss.

He groaned when she slid closer to him and put her small hands on his shoulders.

He thought he heard a bell in the back of his mind but he chose to ignore it.

"V-" He knew she was about to speak so he pressed his mouth against her more firmly. He didn't want her to talk.

Bulma knew she should make him stop. When the doorbell started sounding she had started to tell him she had to answer the door. But then he'd pressed closer against her and she'd almost sank to her knees when his tongue delved inside her mouth.

She couldn't ignore Chi-chi anymore though when she heard her voice calling from the front hallway. Apparently she still had her key to the Briefs' house.

"Bulma? Are you here?"

Vegeta must have finally decided to ackknowledge Chi-chi's present because he groaned and punched the wall beside her, cracking the wood. He stepped back and turned his back on the stairway that Chi-chi was now climbing. He hung his head and his breath was ragged. No better than her own she realized.

She plastered a fake smile on her face and faced Chi-chi when she topped the stairs.

"Oh Bulma there-" She glanced past Bulma and saw Vegeta standing with his shoulders braced against the wall. His back to her.

She glanced at Bulma and back at Vegeta then back to Bulma. Her eyes widened a little but she didn't say anything. She just smiled faintly at Bulma and tried not to growl at the Saiya-jin No Ouji. She could barely conceal the fact that she totally and completely hated the Saiya-jin.

"Are you coming?" Chi-chi managed to get out as civilly as possible.

"Can I freshen-up first?" Bulma asked in a whisper.

Chi-chi nodded and walked downstairs.

When Chi-chi left Vegeta turned around to face her. He didn't want her going anywhere. He wanted her to stay with him. Although, he'd never admit that to her.

She shrugged. "I can't stay in this house," she tried to explain. "I'll go crazy. And don't be around when I come back. Please. I plan on being drunk and I don't want to do anything I might regret."

So she'd regret sleeping with him, huh?

He tried to act like that didn't bother him.

He scowled at her. "Where are you going?" He hadn't meant to ask that but now that he had he might as well know.

She shrugged her slender shoulders again. "A bar. 'The Cats Meow'. You can come," she offered hesitantly. She didn't want him to but she was sure he wouldn't. He didn't care about her. He didn't want her and she didn't need him.

He sighed. No he didn't want to be there. He wanted to be here. He wanted her to be here. But he was above begging so he just turned away and walked down the hall to his room.

Bulma watched him go, silently, despite the fact that her heart yearned to call him back. Her heart told her she should tell Chi-chi to forget it. She did want to stay with him.

But she needed this. If she didn't go out and do something, if she stayed in this house a minute longer she might find herself totally in love with him instead of only halfway.