Chapter One

What's A Kiss, Exactly

The Briefs family watched as Vegeta devoured everything within reach that was semi-edible, his manners long since forgotten. Everything was so delicious compared to the slop he had eaten. These round things with sweet brown bits were just to die for, and the round orange things without the peel were exquisite.

"How old are you?" Dr. Briefs asked his eyes wide with shock.

"Five," he swallowed his mouthful of food, "tomorrow."

"OOOOOH! A BIRTHDAY!" Mrs. Briefs bubbled. "I'll make so much food!"

Vegeta smiled at this then continued his feeding frenzy. Bulma watched him eat in awe, he ate more than the bottomless pit called "Goku" and Goku could eat as much as any army! With the curiosity of a scientist, she eyed her prey as measured the amount of food he ate, in grams, as precisely as any calculator.

"You told me you were taken from your planet," Bulma said suddenly.

The family watched as the small boy suddenly lost his appetite. He didn't turn his eyes upward, he didn't want to see the pity, the pity for him, he was tired of being pitied. He shook his head and continued to eat, this time at a slower pace. After his meal was finished, he was given a tour of the whole compound by his new owner, Bulma.

"And this is your room, mine is right next door!" she beamed as she opened the door to his room.

His room was lush to him. A queen-sized bed sat against the right wall, directly in the middle of it, covered with plush large pillows, and satin sheets. He nearly drooled. The carpet was new and smelled fresh; it was also his favorite color, navy blue. The walls were a lighter blue with black trim. He took noticed of a small oak dresser, a medium sized television with remote, and a small end table next to his bed with a lamp on it. He was moved to tears.

"Why are you crying?" Bulma asked quietly.

He wiped his eyes, but didn't respond. He looked at her with tears in his eyes and a smile on his face. No one had ever been so nice as to give him his own room, bed, television, dresser. He turned back to his room with a grin on his face.

"There's a bathroom that connects to it and there's a walk in closet," Bulma grabbed his hand and pulled him inside the room.

He blinked slowly at the friendly contact, but followed her anyway. His tail was happily swaying behind him, the brown appendage bumping the back of Bulma's leg every so often.

"What's it like?" Bulma asked as they entered the bathroom.

"What's what like?" he asked his eyes wide with shock, mouth in full grin.

"Having a tail, silly."

"Humans don't have tails so it's hard to explain."

"Can I touch it?"

"No," he said without hesitation.

Bulma huffed angrily. She was his master. Wait a moment, that's right; she could command him to let her touch his tail.

"As your master, I command you to let me touch your tail!" the four-year- old demanded, with almost the tone she had screamed at his last owner.

He felt almost betrayed, but he should've expected this. What made these humans different from the others? Was it their money, or the fact that they pretended that they cared about his safety? He sighed softly and directed his tail in her direction. He watched her grin and pet the furry limb. She gave it a pinch; he gave her a yelp of surprise and pain.

"You sound like a kicked dog," she giggled.

"Stupid girl," he muttered to himself.

His tail curled around his waist, he would have to make sure she never touched his tail again, lest he have to beat her to a bloody pulp. Okay, maybe not bloody or a pulp, he'd just pull her hair, he was five after all.

"Enjoy your room," she said as she ran off.

This day had been strange to say the least. It was some days later, when both Bulma and Vegeta were out by the large oak tree in the backyard that Vegeta had asked Bulma what a kiss was. Since he had seen her parents do some sort of lip thingy every time Dr. Briefs left in the morning for his lab or when Mrs. Briefs went out to shop or for coffee, he was naturally curious.

"A kiss is when people press their lips together," Bulma explained.

"A boy and girl?" Vegeta asked, his brain absorbing everything.

"My mommy kisses my lips sometimes, but boys and girls close their eyes when they kiss. Mommy says it make it romantic."

"Row-man-tick?"

"Romantic. Adults like romance. Mommy says romance is what makes a relationship like hers and poppa's last for so long."

"You're pretty smart for a four-year-old," the small boy stated.

"Thank you," she blushed lightly.

"What's a kiss feel like?"

"You've never been kissed!?" she nearly screamed.

Vegeta hung his head in shame and gave a shake. Bulma then remembered his life before Capsule Corp., she suddenly felt bad.

"'M sorry. Ya know, I've never been kissed by a boy, and you've never been kissed by a girl. Wanna try it?" she asked shyly.

"Try kissing?" he blushed lightly.

She nodded. He blushed a bit more then nodded.

"'Kay, it's like this," she leaned closer.

He leaned in as well. He felt his cheeks burn hot as Bulma closed her eyes and his lips touched hers. He pulled away and blushed heavily. Bulma was blushing as well. He looked at her from the corner of his eyes as he looked down, then looked back at the ground. Bulma looked at his blushing face as he picked at the grass, then turned back toward the house only to see her parents looking through the kitchen window; her blush thickened. She turned back toward Vegeta only to see him walking the other way.

"Where ya goin'?" she asked him, running toward him.

He turned and faced her, his face still ablaze.

"I, uh... um..." he sputtered.

"Did you at least like the kiss?"

His blushed extended down his arms. He gave a small, bashful nod.

"I did, too."

He smiled, then turned back around.

"Make me a promise," she demanded.

He stopped walking forward.

"Promise you'll never kiss another girl, ever, ever, ever!"

He turned toward her, walked back to where she was standing, his blush spreading toward his hands. He looked her in the eye, knowing this was how promises were made according to human customs.

"I promise I won't kiss another girl, ever, ever, ever," he said almost sadly.

"Unless it's me," she added.

"Unless it's you," he was beginning to turn purple.

He leaned in quickly for another kiss, then ran off, leaving a stunned four-year-old and a dust trail behind him. Her blush thickened when her parents came outside with large grins on their faces. Yes, this boy would keep her from asking for anything for a long, -long- time.

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Cliché, I know, I thought it was kinda cute, might make me change the secondary genre. It's three in the morning and I have to wake up early to go to my mom's graduation. She's graduating Cum Laude and getting her Bachelor's. GO MOM GO! Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter.

POAS