Me: Here's another chapter, mates! So fast? You bet! Once again, I'm sorry if things seem rushed. Thank you to all my readers and reviewers! I love you all! (hands out cookies)

Note: I'm still completely clueless how to continue this story, like I have from the very beginning. So, if it seems like things are just being thrown together without a thought…YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT! The main plot is pretty much over, so now we just got to get these two stubborn kiddies together. Bear with me here, ok? Veggie attitude ahead!

Universal Chatting

Chapter 11- Swimming

Moonlight shone down on the pool, highlighting the muscled body gliding across water. Deep, mysterious black eyes gazed up at the vast beauty of Space. Thousands of stars twinkled in the velvet blackness, shining their small existence. The eyes moved across the sky, finally settling on a small, empty spot that once was filled by a blood red planet surrounded by four rings. The black pools saddened a bit, their owner wondering in the thick forest of memories.

Shaking his head, Vegeta continued his lazy backward stokes in, what has come to be, his favorite little lake in the woods behind Capsule Corp.

Vegeta often found himself out here every night after a long day of training, telling stories to Gohan, and gawking at Bulma from afar. It always relaxed him in every way possible. It was a place of peace and solitude.

Huge, swaying willow trees and flickering fireflies surrounded the small lake. Water lilies and lily pads floated carelessly and silent. A small waterfall splashed somewhere in the background, creating a sound of tranquility.

Vegeta ceased his stroking and floated among lilies. He's lived here for…what now? A year? Maybe a little more. Although Earth was no substitute for Vegeta-sei, it was quite nice. He was even starting to call it home. His complete personality has surfaced in the last couple of months; his attitude along with it. Vegeta smirked. Him and the woman often over petty things, just for the hell of it really. Their favorite pass time was throwing insults at each other. The insults didn't mean a bloody thing, of course. It was all just playful malice. It was a game to see who could think faster on their feet and who would strike out first.

These heated 'fights' always turned into one of those 'close moments'. Lately, these moments were closer and closer it was making Vegeta nervous and excited.

I can't let myself get carried away. She doesn't want it. If I approach her, she'll freak and I'll lose her forever.

Without realizing what he was doing, Vegeta started humming a song he knew by heart. It was an ancient Saiyan song sung at times of war and hardship. It had the magic to give you hope and courage. Closing his eyes, he began to sing…

Lay down your sweat and weary head

Night's falling, you have come to journey's end

Sleep now, and dream of the ones who came before

They are calling, from across the distant shore

Why do you weep?

What are these tears upon your face?

Soon you will see all of your fear will pass away

Safe in my arms, you're only sleeping

What can you see on the horizon?

Why do the white gulls call?

Across the sea, a pale moon rises

The ships have come to carry you home

And all will turn to silver glass

A light on the water

All souls pass

Hope fades into the world of night

Through shadows falling

Out of memory and time

Don't say we have come now to the end

White shores are calling

You and I will meet again

And you'll be here in my arms

Just sleeping

What can you see on the horizon?

Why do the white gulls call?

Across the sea, a pale moon rises

The ships have come to carry you home

And all will turn to silver glass

A light on the water

All souls pass…

Into the west

Just as Vegeta finished the song, he heard a twig snap and jerked his head up to find non other than the beautiful, blue-haired vixen.

Bulma.

She stood frozen stiff and held her breath. She'd been watching Vegeta for some time now. She followed him out here every night to get a glimpse of the real Vegeta. She got used to his swimming nude, since Goku did so very often. Usually, she would have headed back home by now, afraid of getting caught, but when Vegeta starting singing…her train of thought crashed. She lost herself in his, very surprisingly, soothing singing voice. His voice was always gruff deep, but when he sang. God! It was like a burning flame. So beautiful and silky to the sight, yet dangerous to the touch. She found she couldn't turn away, and now he was glaring at her with such malice. Bulma hung her head and waited for the yelling. It never came. Instead, he lowered his voice to a hiss.

"Why did you following me? How long have you been doing this?"

His words stung like ice and she winced as if he had struck her.

"I…just wanted to…to…"

She didn't know what she wanted. She had no idea why she kept following his out here. 'To see the real you?'. Bah! He would just sneer at that. He hated showing his true self, and she knew that. So what possessed her to do such a thing as this?

"Wanted to what?" he barked. Bulma shuffled her feet nervously and flicked her eyes around everywhere but the angry Saiyan.

"Well?" he yelled, getting impatient.

"I don't know! You never talk to me or tell me anything! How else am I supposed to get to know you? So I follow you out here to see if it would give off any hints about you. Besides, you are not so innocent yourself, mister! I know you follow me around. I know you watch me!" she said, standing tall and confident, a smirk playing across her face. His frown slipped and he fumbled. She had caught him in his trap!

"That is for entirely different reasons!"

Bulma rolled her eyes.

"Oh please! What reasons could you possibly have?"

It was at this moment when Vegeta's face softened and his eyes downcast. Bulma caught this and regretted her words, but did not know why. After all, it was all true. He watched her like predator. He always knew where she was. It didn't bother her really. She just wanted to know why. Really! What reasons could a guy living under her rood for already a year could possibly have to follow her around and get nervous and red every time she came around—

Oh.

Bulma smiled mischievously. Could this lost, damaged soul possibly have…(gulp)…feelings for her? It was all too good! After all this hassle of fearing what he would think, he felt the same way all along? Bulma found herself cracking up laughing and frankly didn't give a rat's ass.

Vegeta looked at her bewildered and wondered if she had finally lost all sanity. He tilted his head to the left a bit and stared at the odd human.

"Woman?" he said tentavely. She stopped laughing and looked up, smiling with that sly grin again.

"Yes?" she asked in the most innocent way.

"Are you…ok?" he asked.

"Why ever would you think other wise, veggie-kins?" she whispered.

Veggie-kins!

The Prince's angered rose once more.

"What hell kind of name is that? I refuse to be called such a silly thing!" he shouted, not realizing Bulma had stripped to nothing but her under garments and was now right behind the enraged Saiyan.

Vegeta finally saw that Bulma was gone and smirked to himself.

"That'll teach to call me such a stupid name." He muttered under his breath. He then heard a giggle and turned around to see a very exposed Bulma. His mouth fell open and he gawked.

"Careful, Veggie. Don't want birds flying in there." She laughed. Vegeta's angered return once again.

"What the hell are you doing? Get out at once!" he yelled.

"But why?" she asked with an innocent look.

"I ordered you, that's why!"

"Whoever said you could order me around?"

"I'm the Prince of Saiyans! I have the right!"

"Oh don't you dare start with that again!"

"I will do whatever I-mmmrrph!"

Vegeta's ranting was soon silenced by a butterfly of a kiss…

Me: MWAHAHAHAHAH! I am positively evil! I shall leave you with a nasty of a cliffhanger and not feel any sort of guilt. Don't worry, my loves. I shall be back tomorrow! Review for me! Oh and i don't own that gorgeous song from Lord of the Rings.

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