Disclaimer: The pancakes have arrived. I don't own Lyons Golden Syrup. Now I'm sure I'm supposed to disclaim something else…hmm… now what was it? It wasn't Tesco, no…OH I'VE GOT IT! I don't own Lynx deodorant! No that wasn't it, hmm, it can't possibly have been Dragonballz, which I don't own by the way, hmm, oh yeah, I've got it now, yeah. I don't own Barbie, in fact I hate Barbie!

Chapter 6: Come Home

"Vegeta, Vegeta where are you, Vegeta!" Bulma was close to tears. She had programmed the co-ordinates her search had given her into the airships autopilot. However when she had arrived she had found results of Vegeta's temper scattered all over the place but the Saiyan Prince was nowhere to be seen. "Vegeta, please answer me Vegeta…Vegeta?" She whispered the last part as she fell to her knees. She hit the ground repeatedly with her fists, 'If only I had brought that damn scouter!' "VEGETA!"

"You know that isn't very ladylike." Bulma's head snapped up and she found herself staring up at the Prince of Saiyans. She scrambled to her feet and ran to Vegeta, she hugged him tight and buried her face in his shoulder and between her sniffs managed to get out a sentence, "Vegeta I'm so sorry, I should have known not to pry into your training and past like that!"

Vegeta was completely at shock, he had never been hugged by anyone before apart form his father. He had also never had to comfort someone. He put his arms loosely round her and with one hand stroked Bulma's hair, it was so much nicer now that she had got rid of that perm thing. "There, there." 'Ugh, how lame was that?' Vegeta was also sorry, he felt guilty for making the woman cry though he had no idea why it bothered him like this. So many races he had exterminated, so many lives yet making one human woman cry disturbed him. "I… I shouldn't have took off like that, I'm sorry."

"Bulma couldn't believe it, she looked slowly up at Vegeta's face and stared straight into his eyes. She gasped softly, she saw so many things, sadness loneliness, anger, but not directed at her. She also saw something else, something she had never seen before in such a great amount before but knew what it was. "Uh, Bulma, Why are your pupils dilating?" Bulma blushed but kept looking in Vegeta's eyes.

"Well, someone's pupils dilate sometimes, if they've seen something they like."

"Oh."

"Uh, Vegeta?"

"Hmm?"

"Will you please come home?"

"Home?"

"Yeah, Capsule Corp. your home, for as long as you're here. If you want it to be." She added.

"If you insist."

"Does this mean I'm forgiven?"

"Hmm," He was now so close to her, Bulma could feel his breath on her face, "Yeah…forgiven"

It was then that she noticed the tear stains on Vegeta cheeks, "Vegeta, you've…"

"What?"

"Nothing." Suddenly Bulma felt much worse; her comment had actually struck him that much. She would make it up to him, she had to. "Well we had better get back."

Vegeta shook his head blinking a few times, "Yeah, I'm kinda tired."

"I don't blame you," Bulma chuckled slightly "look at this place, there are going to be few questions abut what happened here, that's for sure." She walked back to the airship and Vegeta followed.

The next morning Vegeta woke up to a nice smell coming from the kitchen, he had a quick shower 'She can't complain now,' he thought to himself. He then pulled on some clothes, a pair of baggy blue jeans and a rather tight white T-shirt. He then walked down into the kitchen, he raised his head as he went through the door and sniffed the air, 'smells good.' He saw Bulma standing at the cooker, she was pouring a mixture into some strange flat pan. "Oh hey Vegeta, I've made you pancakes, sit down."

"What's a pancake?"

"You'll see, now come on sit down."

"Fine."

Vegeta waited while Bulma piled a mountain of pancakes onto a plate for him. She then put them down on the table along with a tin of syrup, a squeezy lemon and a bowl of strawberries. "Right, help yourself." She then got her own plate, which held a considerably smaller amount of food and sat down opposite him. Vegeta put a pancake in his mouth and cocked his head to one side, the thing tasted good. He then looked at the tin of syrup and reached over and flipped off the lid. There was a golden liquid inside. He brought the tin to his mouth and before Bulma could stop him, poured half the tin into his mouth. "Ugh that is sweet!"

Bulma just laughed, "Vegeta, your only supposed to have about a spoonful of syrup on your pancake. Your not supposed to take half of it and," she said laughing harder "you are not supposed to drink it!"

"How was I supposed to know!"

Bulma stifled her giggles and got up. Going to the fridge she got out a carton of milk, she handed it, along with a cup to Vegeta. "Ya better have a drink of milk to wash it all down. Vegeta glared at her before snatching up the carton and drinking the whole lot. "Very considerate of you Vegeta."

"Shut up."

"Sorry."

"You should be, after all I am the Prince of all Saiyans and I deserve some respect." He smirked at her. Bulma just rolled he eyes. "Vegeta, do you think yourself to be evil?" She didn't know why she asked the question but she did. "Yes, I am pure evil."

"I don't think you are. After all, what pure evil being sits down with a girl like me and eats pancakes?"

"Hmph, your wrong. I am never nice. I only listen to you and do what you want to shut you up."

"Vegeta if you were pure evil you would kill us all right now."

"No, I will do that once I have become a Super Saiyan and beaten Kakarot."

"Will you?"

"I thought you made breakfast with intention of eating Bulma, so why don't you? He looked pretty annoyed. Bulma chuckled to herself. 'I can tell there's good in you Vegeta,' she thought, 'not only did you avoid answering my question but you used my name as well. You just about always use my name.' They ate the rest of their meal in silence, once finished Bulma gathered the plates and ran some hot water into the sink to wash up. "You know Vegeta you could help after all you did eat more food than me so I don't see why I should have to clean all this stuff up. Or are Saiyans not capable of such a simple task?"

Right that does it you wash, I'll dry."

"Alright, deal."

They began washing up, Vegeta drying the dishes with a deep scowl on his face. Bulma handed him a bowl and he smirked, "Oh Bulma."

"What?"

"You missed a bit. Honestly, you know better than I do that you wash these things with water. You know water, this." He splashed her with the soapy water in the sink.

"Hey!" She splashed him back. He scowled slightly then smirked again. He brought his hand down towards the sink in a sweeping motion soaking Bulma all over. "You know what Vegeta? You are evil!" She splashed him again. "Ha, pathetic Bulma!" They begun to fight soaking each other from head to toe, laughing loudly. Eventually Bulma slumped to the ground, her back against the kitchen counter. Vegeta sat down beside her. "Vegeta?"

"Yeah?" Vegeta waited for her to ask him a question however she didn't seem to have one. "Bulma?"

Suddenly, before Vegeta could do or say anything else, Bulma had wrapped her arms around him and had pressed her mouth to his. He had never experienced anything like this before. He found he liked it however he also felt it. They sat there for seven minutes however it felt a lot longer. The two were in complete bliss.

Ah, NO! Don't stop now! No this is not the end. One or two more chapters to go. Then I'll do a sequel!

I have got volumes 1 to 4 of the Dragonball manga and one volume set in the android saga! It has adorable pictures of baby Trunks. However some of it is a bit sad as it is the one were android 20 blows up Bulma's skycar and Vegeta doesn't save her all the baby! Future Trunks reckons his father is pure evil. sniff.