Chapter 2

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"VEGETA!" shouted Bulma as she glared darkly to the saiyan prince; he floated overhead. "GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!"

The saiyan prince looked down to Bulma. He had been so cleaver this time by placing Bulma on the ROOF of her home, a.k.a. Capsule Corporation. He had calculated the correct positioning so she would be smack in the middle of the roof. It was just in the right place for her to balance but to also have the feeling that she could fall over any of the sides of the gigantic building. If she were smart, she would remain still. Backing away further from the form of the female, he crossed his arms in an arrogant manner while laughing. This was the best get-backer yet!

"I think I like you in that spot, harpy," replied back the prince as he watched her with a sick fascination in his eye. "This way I can know where you are and check up on you as I please."

The female scientists' eyes darkened even more. "You're sick Vegeta, did you know that? You're a sick ape!"

In using the word 'ape' brought back some unwanted memories of that good-for-nothing lizard of a creature. That was one of the names Frieza had called Vegeta, and with the girl using it against him in this case brought a small pang of anger into his system. It was a good thing he was a master at hiding his feelings. He replaced that hurt with a smirk as his laughter increased. "I'm not as sick as you are; you burned my clothing," noted Vegeta as his laughter calmed to silence as a smirk remained on his lips. "Or was that an indication that you WANTED to see me around naked?"

Bulma choked at the thought of a nude saiyan prince. She shook her head at the mental pictures. She needed to get her head out of the gutter! Bad Bulma!

Vegeta inwardly laughed at the horror she expressed. It sure was refreshing to see such a person in horror; it was like a young child being rewarded with candy and sweets. "Well then," added on Vegeta as he placed his hands at the brim of his towel, "I guess I could arrange your intentions from earlier."

Bulma shrieked as she covered her eyes with her hands and tried to turn herself away. She mentally slapped herself as she tried to get the images out of her head. Bad Bulma! Bad Bulma! Bad Bulma! Bad Bulma! She screamed that many times in her mind as she shook her blushful face side to side. Those thoughts were NOT good for her health.

In response, Vegeta laughed harder as he brought his hands to his sides while laughter erupted from his lips. Tears were also seen falling from his eyes as he began to wipe them away from his face. "Oh, that was classic," the prince muttered as he looked down to the human. He noticed Bulma's eyes peaking though her fingers. "You should have seen your expression; it was priceless!"

Bulma's eyes turned from uncertainty to anger in three seconds flat. "VEGETA! That wasn't FUNNY!" she shouted. She tried standing up, but the laws of physics caused her to wobble on the roof of her home. Out of fear, Bulma sat back down now shaking in fear. "You're such a sick pervert!"

Vegeta just smirked at that comment. "I'm not the one blushing from a simple comment made earlier. I'm the one who doesn't have my mind in the gutter."

Bulma growled. "Maybe I'm the one whose mind isn't in the gutter! You WERE the one who suggested taking off your towel!" She mentally smirked to herself. There! A worthy response that was!

"But you were the one who destroyed my clothing," calmly replied the prince, the smirk still ever present, "For you it seemed lucky that you left me with only a towel."

Bulma mentally cursed as her look of smugness left her features.

Vegeta lifted two fingers to his forehead, almost in a mocking manner to the military of this planet, saluted her before zipping off to the grass. All in that time he laughed at her useless threats.

Well... all in the time span of about three hours, to be exact- 2 hours, 53 minutes, and 19 seconds, Bulma made sure to remain as still as possible. She knew she could fall over the sides at any time because of the dome shaped building. Before, she thought it was a brilliant idea for housing in terms of receiving light, making space, stuff in that area, but she was now curing it because... well... she was stuck on the roof no thanks to a certain guest that seemed to be against her and who was also adored by her family.

Damn that saiyan!

But even though all this time, Bulma began to think. Even though she was some 100 feet in the air while a breeze picking up, chilling her to her bones, she was plotting her next attempt to torture the saiyan prince. One would also think that she had gone insane; she began speaking to herself also.

"...So I'll make sure to get a flamethrower... no, two! No! No! I'll get fifteen!" exclaimed the human scientist as she began rubbing her hands together very much like a mad scientist trying to take over the planet, "I'm sure one of them will burn off his hair. He IS a very fast runner... And I'll make sure to make him slip with something... um... slippery! Cooking oil will be great! And then he could slide down the hall where a bucket of honey will be sitting... and then I'll get some feathers and, and! And I'll make sure to get another flamethrower and carry it with me... so in case Vegeta was able to escape the other flamethrower's of DEATH he wouldn't be able to escape this one!" Bulma clapped her hands together. "A perfect plan it is!"

It was a shame. She heard some clapping from behind and she whipped her head around. Her pupils became extremely small as she noticed the hands of the saiyan prince continue to applaud. "A wonderful plan that is woman! Absolutely wonderful! We just need to make sure that a certain cleaver saiyan prince needs to not find out." And a look of surprise came across Vegeta's face as he slapped a hand over the side of his face in mock, "But wait! I AM the all mighty saiyan prince! Dear me!"

Bulma's face became red as she jumped up hoping to seem a 'little' intimidating. "Vegeta! That's not nice! All you do to me is torture me UNTIL I fulfill your wishes! I'm a very busy person!"

Yet again, Vegeta's smirk just remained. "You call eating those things called 'Bon Bon's' while sitting before that talking box in your underwear busy work?"

Bulma's face turned while. HE had seen her half NAKED? Oh, that was the last straw!

"HOW DARE YOU DO SUCH A THING!" she shouted taking a step closer to the prince as he floated above. "Do you have ANY dignity!"

Vegeta began laughing, "Obviously I have more of it that you do! You become embarrassed with the thought of another seeing you in your underwear! And I was walking around in a towel for half the day... or did that seem to escape your memory?"

Bulma stomped her foot before taking another step towards him. "Vegeta! It's called modesty!"

"And obviously you don't have that also," remarked the prince of saiyans, "I've seen your parade in your underwear many, many times."

"You're such a jerk VEGETA!" she shouted taking another step closer. However... she wasn't so lucky...

Because she went to far from the center of the dome, she lost her footing thus slipping and falling over the side. The woman's screams echoed over the side of the building as she slid down the side.

Vegeta, however, watched in horror as she fell over the side. He didn't think she would be THAT stupid! Yeah, if he wanted to he could fly after her at the speed of sound to rescue her speed to the ground, but he could make her suffer just a bit more by holding her upside down while flying higher in the air!

That would be a good revenge after the interesting, yet horrifying, plot she created against him.

And as he looked down to where she was, his eyes slightly widened when he noticed her only feet from the ground. He had to contain himself from cursing aloud as he zoomed down to her location. Obviously he miscalculated the laws of physics.

Bulma felt herself falling faster, and faster. She just knew she was going to die. It felt like she was falling in a never ending void of... um... fallingness. I know, I know; fallingness isn't a word- but she sure felt as if in this condition at this moment!

And then time seemed to end as she felt her body collide with the ground...

Once again... it seemed as if she was knocked out of a voice of unconsciousness when she felt someone kicking her side. It hurt too!

She hissed at the pain immediately bringing her hand to her side then opening her blue cobalt eyes to the assaulter. She growled.

"Vegeta...? Why now? My head feels like it's going to explode!" whined the scientist as she noticed the smirking of the face of the prince. She growled. "And why do you always have that look of smugness on your face? It's so friggin annoying!"

Laughter erupted from his throat and burst though his lips as he held his sides. "Oh! That is classic! You're head feels like it'll explode!"

"Yes it does!" shouted Bulma angrier. "And it really hurts!"

Vegeta just shook his head a smirk still evident on his lips. "It should since you FELL OFF THE ROOF of your HOUSE."

Insert about a moment or two of silence... and then...

"I WHAT!"

Needless to say, Vegeta was deaf for about a week... that was a greater revenge towards Vegeta than to what he could do to her for the time being.