Within a month she had gained more weight than she had ever possessed. She didn't notice the increase in her curves, though she was aware that some of the weight had gone to her chest and hips, an annoyance she made sure her mothers, all three of them, were aware of.

School was becoming more of a bother than an escape, finally her peers were losing their fear of her and now she was hit on by many of the boys. They all thought her to be easy and a good roll between the sheets, thank god her boots were heavy in the heel; she might have hurt her foot with all the stomping on feet of boys. One of the teachers had hit on her!

She was still working on her bike in shop class, having finished the parts and now working on construction. She was washing up in the girls' bathroom after school when she heard the gossiping trio talking behind her. They let her hear them, let her know what they thought of her.

They thought her reputation was a fraud that she wasn't as tough as she liked others to believe. Maybe they were right, but she was still tougher than they gave her credit for. There were more rumors than IQ points about what she had done and where she had been during her time away. She doubted they'd believe her if they ever learned the truth. Sadly though, her troubles at school were infinitely more preferable than the one she had at home. She had been doing her best to avoid the cranky prince, sluffing the repair jobs onto her father. Her growing homework was an excellent excuse, sadly there was a con with her adoptive parents at home, she couldn't join her Jess, Cho-Cho and Neko on their nights of drunken fun. Life really sucked at times.

She was working on one of her assignments in the kitchen, accompanied by a stiff drink and the sound of a breeze slipping through the windows. She felt the eyes on her even as she ignored them; she hadn't seen him for a week, but that didn't mean his presence wasn't known. "Going to stand there Vegeta or will you raid the fridge and leave?" Instinctively she knew he was behind her in that moment. Tilting her head back she looked up along the Grecian body and met the black eyes. She hadn't noticed his body, nope. It was a good thing she wasn't trying to convince herself of that thought, she didn't lie to herself. Others maybe but not herself. She was not pleased that she was attracted to him; never had she wanted to press against a guy for the feel of it. She did it to pick pockets or get what she wanted, not because she wanted to for the thrill of it. 'New topic!' Her mind rushed, she remembered what Goku's nose could do, she didn't doubt that Vegeta's nose would pick up her reluctant attraction to him. 'Too late.' She thought seeing him smirk.

"It may not be food I wish to indulge in girl." Oh look a sexual innuendo, how common, for her anyway. Why did that send a thrill of heat through her body? For once she was going to take a cold shower because she needed it, not because it was what she was accustomed to.

"Well the vodka is that bottle right there." She smiled sweetly before returning to her hypothetical design for class. The plan would actually work if constructed, though she didn't portray the details and information. Her part for the group was to design the idea, not bring it to life. As usual expectations were below her capabilities. Such was life. She loved the look of disgust that crossed his face.

"It would dull the senses, drinks like that make strong men weak." She could see his logic.

"Suit yourself, I never had that problem though, I don't get drunk. In fact all it does is relax me a little bit. I don't need it but I like it, I'd say I was an alcoholic if I didn't know that I can do without it."

She had almost returned fully to her work when his hand touched her shoulder, thumb brushing against the back of her neck as the rest of his fingers circled a portion of her neck. The action was gentle and though it easily could be, not threatening. She had to consciously take in a breath slowly when his breath brushed her ear. "There are other ways to relax girl, you need not seek oblivion in the bottles." Turning her head she only just avoided linking their faces.

"I don't drink to forget Vegeta, I drank when I was younger because it was either all there was or it was safer than the water. As far as I recall I've never been drunk, it doesn't affect my aim or my reflexes, it just relaxes me." She had stopped drinking when she paired with Goku. The thought of him getting drunk, he was bad enough on sugar.

She was tense under his touch, but not pulling away. He had observed her carefully when she spoke of her drinking, it was one of the few real flaws he noticed her having. And her words told him she believed them all to be true, most of all from what he had learned of her he was agreeing with them.

She didn't do anything that would lower her ability to defend herself. The only limitation she lost to was the one that was her body. Brushing his fingers along her skin he felt the tremors of her muscles as he body reacted to him. They both knew of their attraction to one another, yet she displayed no intention of following it. He wanted to persuade her to give in to her body in another way.

Like all things worth having, she would be a slow work. Her stubborn will would have to be bent slowly and carefully. If he wanted to he was sure he could break her, it wouldn't be a short process but it could be done, he didn't want that though. Never mind that it went against his morals.

She was too full of fire for him to want it dimmed; the life in her eyes amazed him. He loved watching her eyes change in color as she screamed at him. There was fear in her but she didn't react to it, instead she used it, honed it to aid not disable her. He was attracted to her spirit as much as he was to her body; it was something he didn't want changed about her. He got what he wanted.

Brushing his fingers against her smooth flesh he felt the shiver that traveled her spine. She was trying to ignore him, to work on her silly school project. He didn't understand why she went there, he had seen how little she paid attention and still received top marks. Still she went, even though he knew she'd rather not.

Fingers trailing up her neck and along her spine he fingered his way through her hair, snapping the band that bound it and enjoyed the silken strands as they touched his hand. Her pencil wasn't moving and it seemed she was consciously trying not to react to his exploration.

"Is." Her voice broke and died as she fought to sound uncaring. "Is there a reason for what your doing or do you bother all the girls?"

"Most women that know me fear me girl, still, many of my race would kill to have my attentions like you do." He said it without arrogance, but rather as a fact.

"Well you'll just have to tell me how they act so that I can learn of a way to make you leave me alone." Her head twitched and her hair flew to lay over one shoulder, out of his hand. He smirked and leaned down to press his face against hers.

"Never little girl, were your attitude to change as theirs I would enjoy myself immensely."

"Pig."

"Sayain." He corrected. Three months, three months until the ship for him arrived and the both of them entered it. It would be nine earth months until they reached his home planet and a year after that. By then he would have her in his sheets. By then she would be in his sheets waiting for him, in anticipation. Never dread.

Took me long enough I know, but school has just started and life has been HECTIC. Brain fry does not help the creative juices. Trust me on this.

Thinking of future plots so be happy.

BUM