Chapter 4

a/n: Sorry for the delay but I do have every intention to finish this story! Okay. So why would Bulma fall for an angry bad tempered saiyan? Who the heck is this Sierra character and is she really who we think she could be, the queen of Saiyans? Who knows…?

Vegeta hated to admit it but he was starting to act and feel rather stupid. He was standing in front of the full length mirror in the bathroom wearing what seemed to be very strange clothes. Dark navy pants and a white collared shirt and a black tie around his neck. Bulma had fixed the tie for him because he couldn't figure out how it was meant to go or the purpose of it but he did as he was told. He stood back to take in his reflection fully, his muscles were just visible beneath the shirt and the cologne he had found in the bathroom cabinet had an attractive scent so he put a little around his neck.

Tonight was a big important night; he and Bulma were going out on a date for dinner. He didn't know why he accepted, perhaps he wanted another chance at kissing her but at the same time he didn't feel he had the ability to say no plus it would be good food and that was another weakness set against him. He heard footsteps and he turned around to see Bulma standing the hallway and she looked stunning. Vegeta's cheeks reddened slightly, he didn't want to ogle her so he looked at his shoes but his eyes were drawn back to her. She was wearing a long red dress with a slit up the side of her leg that showed flesh almost up to her hip, the top of the dress was tight and held her chest and assets high. Her curly blue hair was tied up in a divine style, one curly strand hanging to the side of her face, her bare neck was framed by a gold and diamond encrusted necklace and she smelled heavenly.

"Oh, you like?" Bulma winked and smiled at him. She was admiring the saiyan prince as well, he looked remarkably handsome too. She remembered at Goku's wedding how weird he looked all done up but at the same time there was a subtle sex appeal as he look all grown up and manly. Vegeta look incredible, she had never imagined what a little bit of designer clothes would do for him, his evil, bad tempered attitude only added to his charming appeal, he looked like a man you should always stay away from but end up with at the end of the night anyway.

"Oh come one! What do ya think?" She twirled around in her dress, her eyes always returning to his.

"I…I…beautiful. You look beautiful!" Vegeta's tone of voice was that of surprise.

"Oh, don't be so shocked!" Bulma beamed and took Vegeta's hand, "anyway, thanks for coming out with me tonight. It's been ages since I've been social…you know, since that big ugly mess with Yamcha…" Bulma sighed but reminded herself to not let her thoughts dwell on him. She was stepping out with a good looking man tonight and so what if he was an alien, he was still sort of spunky.

"Alright…" Vegeta mumbled, "so where are we going? How are we getting there? I've seen you drive the Earth vehicles here and to be honest, I'd rather walk!" Vegeta grunted, he was just being playful but Bulma look a little offended.

"Well, I was going to take you to this awesome sashimi restaurant in the city but I guess you just want to get this over and done with, huh?" Bulma turned her back on Vegeta and grabbed her car keys. Vegeta felt like kicking himself in the head, he was looking forward to some excellent cuisine and it seemed like he had spoiled his chance.

"How about we fly…I mean, I'll fly and…" Vegeta stammered, scratching the back of his head, was he nervous? Bulma's eyes lit up, "oh, you will carry me? That's so romantic! Oh Vegeta, of course, lets fly!" She shrieked and jumped up into Vegeta's arms and tossed her car keys aside. Vegeta couldn't believe what he had gotten himself into.

He walked outside and took off into the air and headed towards the city. A pain suddenly hit him in the gut and he paused in mid air, hovering, his grip on Bulma was tight and he felt his head began to ache.

"Vegeta, are you okay?" Bulma looked at him, his face was contorted in pain and she noticed he began to descend and within a few seconds the pair was on the ground though Vegeta was curled up in a ball on the ground, he was growling and shrieking as though he was in agony.

"Not again…" He growled, something strange was happening, he could sense that same odd energy again but this time it was not so distant, it was closer and he was almost certain that it was saiyan.

"Vegeta?" Bulma cried as she stepped closer to him, he was heaving greatly like he was out of breath. She began to sob, she felt frightened, that fear she had felt when Yamcha had struck her began to course through her veins again and she began to shake uncontrollably, "Vegeta?"

Vegeta's body finally moved and he managed to get up onto all fours, his chest was still heaving greatly and there was a thin layer of sweat across his brow, his eyes were full of pain, "It's happened a few times lately, I get hit with this aches for no reason and I, I just feel like I'm going to explode…" Bulma dug through her purse and pulled out a few tissues and wiped the sweat away from his face. She wondered if he was ill maybe and perhaps the boy from the future was wrong and that Vegeta had the heart problem and not Goku. All sorts of scary thoughts flooded her mind but Vegeta seemed to be recovering and stood up straight.

"Are you okay? Maybe we should head back if you're not well" Bulma whimpered. Vegeta grinned, the strange energy source had dissipated but he couldn't stop thinking about it, there was something dangerous on this planet, very likely to be saiyan but he would wait until it showed itself, perhaps he would even meet up with Kakarot in a few days to see if he was picking up on the energy source as well. He wasn't going to let it interrupt Bulma's first night out so he scooped her back up in his arms, "I'll be fine woman, just tell me where the food is!" He rose once again into the air and she pointed to a small building in the distance and he followed her directions.

"You know what Vegeta?" Bulma sighed, leaning her head against his chest.

"What?" He grunted.

"You're not such a bad guy after all!" She laughed. Vegeta growled, "glad you think so….but I am a bad guy underneath you know!

Bulma looked up at him cautiously, maybe he was right and he could never be fully trusted but maybe neither could she. She just winked up at him and told him to land. There was a small restaurant that was completely empty and ready for Bulma and her date. The chef didn't know why he had to serve up so many dishes for just one couple but seeing she was a famous scientist and filthy rich he was prepared to do whatever was asked of him for the night.

Vegeta ate greedily and totally with manners which, with most women would have completely turned them off, Bulma just laughed, he was too much like Goku that she couldn't resist taking notice of all the similarities between the two Saiyans. Bulma chose to have a light meal; she wanted Vegeta to enjoy himself. She chatted to the wait staff while her date ordered another two dishes of fried rice. The bill was extreme but Bulma pulled a wad of cash from her wallet and handed it to the wait staff, telling them o keep the change.

"That was fantastic!" Vegeta exclaimed, rubbing his belly which was not the least bit swollen even after the amount of rice he had wolfed down. Bulma smiled and began to walk down the street, there was a bar she liked up the road where she use to hang out when she was with Yamcha.

"Where are you off to?" Vegeta hurried up to walk by her side, his instinct was telling him not to leave her side, he felt he had to protect her, as though she were a valuable asset to him, as though she was his mate.

"Ah!" startled himself at the last thought, it was true, he was following her around, feeling tangs of jealousy when any male looked at her.

"There's a bar up the road I'd like to go to for a bit. Do you mind? I think I'll be alright by myself now…" She smiled sweetly.

"No, I'm going with you!" Vegeta insisted and took her hand tightly. Bulma was going to resist but didn't, just in case Yamcha was there, having Vegeta there would show him she was a serious gal. She picked up her pace and headed towards The Monkey Bar, it was packed and the place was alive with well dressed men and half naked girls in skimpy clothes but Bulma held her head high, she had class and style and more important money, she always got attention in this bar, she could see a cute bunch of boys in the corner of the bar looking at her and smiling flirtatiously. She tugged on Vegeta's hand for him to hurry up but he was distracted, he couldn't help but notice two skinny blondes sitting at a table not too far away, the wore short skirts, boots and boob tube tops. Bulma was beginning to feel angry and jealous but surely, it was okay for Vegeta to check the scene out, he was after all a single man.

The two blond girls looked over their shoulders and waved at Vegeta, who looked somewhat offended. He smirked, stuck his finger up at them and cursed, 'sluts!' He put his arm around Bulma's back and rested his hand on her hip, "I don't like this place".

Bulma was shocked, Vegeta had just completely knocked a perfectly good chance for some action, not only that he despised they're easy and attractive appearance. She pulled him over to an empty table and looked him square in the eye, "they wanted you."

Vegeta laughed, "they've had every other male in the bar…disgusting. Women should not behave like that". Bulma was once again shocked, Vegeta, the most arrogant angry man in the whole universe had an opinion on women and how they should act?

"Go on…" she insisted and made eye contact with the bar tender and gave him a signal for two beers.

"A saiyan has but one mate, male of female, it doesn't matter. There's respect in that, we are a noble species" Vegeta eyed Bulma, was he coming on to her? Bulma just laughed and was getting desperate for a drink. At last, a member of wait staff brought over two beers for them, Bulma took a sip and sighed, "ah, memories!"

"Of what?" Vegeta cocked one eyebrow.

"Of happier times. You know…me and Yamcha were happy at some point!" Bulma smirked.

"Oh I see. Well, don't dwell on those happy times…it seems like he's having a great time right now!" Vegeta nodded his head in the direction where the two blondes were sitting. In between them Bulma knew it was Yamcha, laughing and drinking away. Bulma felt her face go red, how could he just settle for those tarts…doesn't he have any self respect? As quick as a flash, a great realisation hit her, she couldn't believe she never even bothered to consider him…he might just be good for her. He's a complete snob at times, a brat even, he has taste and class and he's royal…she slammed down her beer onto the table and looked at Vegeta.

"What?"

"Can I ask you something?" Bulma smiled. Vegeta felt his heart race.

"Depends…" Vegeta cocked his eyebrow, he felt his body temperature rising and his pulse was intense, He gulped down his beer in a hurry to cool himself down.

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?" Bulma winked and waited for Vegeta's response. He choked on his beer and lost his breath. She was coming on to him, the woman has gone mad, the prince though. His eyes nearly popped out of his head. Bulma was pleased, his lack of words was practically a yes.

"Let's go then!" She stood up and held out her hand to him for him to take. He licked his lips nervously and accepted her hand, he felt giddy and excited and almost foolish. He couldn't think straight. He had never thought that ending up on this lousy planet would have lead him to the chance of being intimate with a female yet here she was offering herself to him.

"So, does this make you my girlfriend now?