More than that…

Chapter Two

Alright, there comes a time in your own life when you have to face your demons but wouldn't it just be that much easier if you had a gorgeous valiant prince by your side to set you right? sigh

Enjoy this mildly sexy scene, whether or not the prince is OOC is not important, it's how the characters interact. Something strange is happening, a new energy pattern is felt on planet earth, was Shenron, the eternal dragon involved?

I hope this chapter isn't too boring…eh, I'll try and move things along but I don't want to skip details otherwise you won't be able to piece together what is happening!

Enjoy!

Funkypunk

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Vegeta rested Bulma on her bed. He shut the door so as not to wake and worry her parents. He went into the private bathroom and found a small dish which he filled with warm water and the found a cloth. He couldn't believe he was doing this, he felt like spitting on her, it was her own fault for going out so late by herself and then he felt sorry for her, he growled again. Yamcha was going to pay but as he dabbed the warm cloth on Bulma's head wound he knew now was not the time and it took every inch of mental control he could summon so as not to fly out madly into the night to hunt down her stupid cheating boyfriend. Bulma stirred again and opened her eyes slightly. Vegeta sat back and put the cloth back into the water dish. Neither prince nor human said anything.

Vegeta placed the water dish on the table beside her bed then stood up and headed towards the door. Bulmer tried to talk but couldn't find the right words to say, she had never ever seen the prince display an affectionate nature but maybe he was being protective and not affectionate, she couldn't tell. As Vegeta opened the door and stepped out he turned around to face Bulma.

"Is this the first time?" He glared at her, there was not soft caring look in his eye and Bulma felt afraid. She couldn't respond, this was not a being in which she wanted to confide into.

"Blast you woman! Has he done this before?" He raised his fist in frustration and raised his voice; he was beginning to feel desperate.

"Why do you care? It's none of your business so just get out!" Bulma mumbled and turned away from him, pulling her bed covers over her body. She thought she heard the prince mumble something as he closed her bedroom door but she did not pick it up, it always frustrated her when he did that but then there were a lot of things that the prince did that annoyed her.

She closed her eyes tightly and tried to push him far from her mind but there he was, an angry drunken Yamcha rushing at her in her dream, he was yelling and swearing, calling her obscene names, threatening to throw her off his speeding bike.

"No!" She cried and woke up, it was morning and the sun was rising. The sunlight began to sting her eyes so she closed the blinds and crawled back beneath the blankets. She felt cold inside, a burning combination of fear and hatred swelled within her. She felt hopeless and lost and all the time he was there but as the days went past a new figure began to appear in her wild, violent dreams. Vegeta's tender touch on her face as he tended to her wounds that night sent a shiver up her spine, but she blocked the emotion of enjoyment, knowing nothing good could ever come from such a pleasurable feeling involving that particular man.

Another week went by and Bulma still hadn't the courage to face the world. She knew it was wrong to wait for her cell phone to ring, to here his voice and sometimes she had to fight back desperately to dial his number. She thought maybe he was embarrassed or that he was to scared to come over and apologise, there could be a million reasons why he hadn't yet tried to contact her but still in her heart she knew, he had screwed up big time, several times and she couldn't take it anymore. She crawled out of her bed and had a long hot bath, washing her hair and exfoliating her skin were some of the few luxuries that could truly take her mind away from the other worries that were being saved for the rest of the day. She look at the wounds on her arms and hands, they were healing quickly as only two weeks had passed since that horrible nightmare of a night. She slipped under the bubbles and water and as she emerged she noticed someone sitting on her bed in her room. She leaned forward and peered out of her bathroom, there was indeed a 'someone' sitting in her bed, Vegeta.

"Eek!" She shrieked and gathered all the bubbles over her body as Vegeta walked over to her. Her nose and cheeks were slightly pink, "get out you pervert!" she yelped angrily, her blue eyes shining fiercely.

"Oh please woman! Don't flatter yourself!" Vegeta grinned his usual evil grin and turned around, "I've seen better!" He crossed his arms and gave a mocking laugh.

"I doubt that!" Bulma spat and threw some soapy water at the prince, "now get going!"

"Hold on woman, there's someone waiting for you downstairs and if you won't get up and out right now I will go down and pummel him into the wall or worse…" He raised his fist and shook it, he grinded his teeth and his voice was no longer a mocking tone, but now one full of hate and anger. Bulma's jaw dropped.

"No…" she cried softly, covering her face with her soapy hands, "please, no…"

Vegeta felt his chest tighten, "you don't want me to give him a beating? Odd, he seems fond of giving you..."

"Don't…please, don't say it…" Bulma wept and she reached out for Vegeta's hand and pulled him towards the bath and pulled him so he could turn around and face her, looking into he eyes, now red and filled with tears, "make him leave…i…please…" she was begging, it was like her strong soul, that formidable, ambitious nature had just been completely sapped from her in the past two weeks, she had no strength left.

In one swift movement Vegeta grabbed her other hand, pulled her straight out of her bath, his eyes never leaving her eyes and he wrapped her towel around her small body, "get out there woman, I always thought you had more balls than that…that...weakling! Give him the boot, slap him, I don't really care but there is no damn way I'm going to put up another week of your blubbering and sobbing at night!" He stomped out of the room but before he left he spun around and looked her face and her almost naked body, "maybe you were right, I doubt I have seen better..." his face reddened and her face was shocked, he left the room and closed her door.

Bulma, utterly dumbfounded couldn't believe what had happened. Had the prince just hit on her or was he trying to get her fired up? She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled, she was definitely a hot girl and then…boom! She realised some, it was like she just had an epiphany of great importance. Yamcha had dragged her right down, to the lowest point she had ever been and Vegeta had made her realise the truth, she was a strong, extremely gorgeous woman and it was Yamcha's own damn bad luck for losing her but pissing her off was a whole other story. She wanted to shock him, she wanted to hurt him. She immediately began going through her old exercise outfits and then stumbled across what she was looking for, an old gi training uniform, it was her own secret and now, she would show that bastard just would sort of a woman he had tried to destroy!

Vegeta waited outside her room. He knew she was up for a fight… he knew…suddenly he felt sick as a wave of strange, pure radical energy surged through his body. He felt weak in the bones and light in the head.

"What the…?" Vegeta muttered, sweat droplets forming on his forehead. He wiped the sweat away with his hand and slowly made his way down onto the floor, he felt as though he could not move. His mind though was picking up an odd energy signal, something dark yet familiar, almost Saiyan like but not quite. He tried to get up something was pushing him down, some great invisible force. He struggled for a moment, "what the hell is going on?" After a minute the force on his body lifted and he stood up and the strange energy pattern he had sensed had vanished.

Bulma was in her room, she did not experience the same sensation but indeed she felt something was wrong, for a short moment she thought she saw the sky go dark.

"Shenron?"