Hello again my faithful readers! I am back, and I am sorry for the short delay! It took me quite some thinking to come up with this chapter, you know to try and make it interesting for you all. Oh I really love how it turned out though! And also I made up with Vegeta!

Vegeta: Yeah she baked me a cake….I couldn't say no!

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Vegeta:…Umm BCL…personal space…you're in it!

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Chapter five: Come fly with me Liar!

The cool breeze whipped through Vegeta's hair as he jogged through the city. He had recovered from his injuries in record time thanks to Bulma and her father, but he had missed a substantial amount of training and so he was starting off easy by jogging around the city (like Bulma had suggested).

'I'm just glad we Saiyan's heal quickly, now after I get the rest of my strength back fully, I can get back to the gravity room and train harder than ever to make up for lost time,' Vegeta said as he jogged up to a crossing. As he got there he recognised two familiar people.

"Kakarot? Piccolo? What on earth are you two doing in the city?" said Vegeta as he reached the two people.

Goku and Piccolo turned around and faced him. Goku was smiling at him as always but the Namek wore a look of utter disgust on his face.

"What's wrong Namek? Being chased down by the fashion police?" Vegeta said with a smirk on his face. Piccolo was wearing atrocious looking clothes that only Goku would have in his closet.

"Namek? Are you wearing Kakarot's clothes?" Vegeta said with a shocked look on his face. Piccolo sighed a heavy sigh and looked directly at Vegeta.

"These were the only clothes available for me, Chi Chi set them out for me and I had to wear them. I feel so stupid and I look nothing like I should," he said in a dark tone. For what he was wearing was indeed the most atrocious thing that Vegeta had ever seen. Denim jeans that were worn in strange places covered his green legs, a purple and yellow jumper covered his torso and it looked like it had been bought absolutely years ago, and trainers and a cap that stated "Goku" on it. All of these things clashed horribly with his green, alien skin and Vegeta could see why he was so angry.

Goku's sweat dropped and he chuckled a bit, "Okay I do admit that I wore some pretty bad clothes, but I just couldn't bare to get rid of them, I mean they aren't torn or anything. I just didn't think Chi Chi would make you wear them Piccolo," he said light-heartedly.

A vein popped up in Piccolo's head but he remained quiet. Goku then turned to Vegeta who was wearing a red vest top and a pair of navy sweatpants.

"So I see you've been out doing something then Vegeta, we all head about your accident but I didn't think you would have heeled that quickly!" Exclaimed Goku as he tried to get off of the subject of Piccolo's pictures.

Vegeta smirked, "Well you know who it is, how we Saiyan's can heal quickly, but you know with the help of the woman and her father, I healed in record timing, so now I'm trying to get my strength back up again. Why aren't you two training?"

Goku turned slightly red and then looked over to Piccolo. Piccolo glared back at him and said in a sharp tone, "You can explain your own mess to him and how I was the innocent person dragged into it all."

Goku cringed and then turned back to Vegeta who had a smirk on his face. "Well, Chi Chi wants me to learn how to drive as she is getting tired of always having to walk to the grocer's, so she got me driving lesson's. She also dragged Piccolo into it as well as he was standing at the doorway looking in on everything," he said as he chuckled at his won predicament.

Vegeta couldn't help but stare wide-eyed at Goku. "Driving lessons? That is rich Kakarot! You are learning how to drive just because your wife told you too? You have better things to do, why doesn't she learn to drive instead of you, you can fly for the love of lettuce!" he said and then burst into laughter.

Both Goku and Piccolo glared at Vegeta, but they could do nothing about him as they were in the middle of a city.

Vegeta eventually stopped laughing and bid Goku and Piccolo good-bye, as they had to get to their driving lessons.

'Driving lesson's, what fools' thought Vegeta as he jogged through the city park. 'I would never let a woman order me about like that, I am a Prince, and no woman would have the right to order me like that,' he thought confidently to himself as he ran down a secluded path way which was engrossed in giant oak tree's. The cool shade from the tree's kept Vegeta's body temperature down and the breeze refreshed him as he jogged. 'Still doesn't beat hard training,' Vegeta thought as he ran out into the open again. The sun glared in his eyes, yet he kept jogging, if he stopped he would let his pulse rate go down, and that couldn't happen right now.

The clock ticked merrily on the lab wall in the giant Capsule Corps. But Bulma didn't hear it as her mind floated among the clouds outside. She was day dreaming peacefully and even though her daydream was beginning to scare her, she didn't dare stop.

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-Daydream-

'Woman?' came a husky voice from her bedroom door. She turned around from her bedroom window and could see Vegeta. He walked confidently into her bedroom and right up to her.

'He's a fool woman, dump him.' Vegeta whispered in her ear. She could practically feel his breath on her ear and she tingled.

'But I love him Vegeta, you know that,' Bulma whispered back. They both looked over to he picture of her and Yamcha sitting on a park bench. Vegeta smirked, 'You know he's a cheat,' he said smoothly as he moved a bit of hair off of Bulma's face. Bulma sighed, 'He's not, stop making things up.

Vegeta rolled his eyes and bent over to her ear again, 'Come fly with me,' he whispered and grabbed her arm surprisingly tight. She never flinched and Vegeta opened the window and jumped out with her right behind him. He hoisted her up onto is back and flew over the city.

'When was the last time her did this for you?' Vegeta said to her. Bulma opened her mouth but nothing came out except for the noise of a telephone.

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Bulma snapped out of her daydream and hurried over to the phone, but before she picked it up she tried to rid herself of the wonderful sensation that had formed in her stomach. 'It was only a daydream Bulma, and besides, Vegeta's never like that!' she said to herself before she picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey."

"Hey Yamcha!"

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Vegeta had to stop; he had been jogging for 3 hours solid and needed to stop. He had run around the city so many times that he was once again back in the park. He sat under a huge weeping willow tree and shut his eyes and started to meditate. The birds chirruped over his head and people passed him by, but he heard nothing and sat in meditation. He wasn't sure how long had passed before he actually heard something, and he had wished he hadn't.

"Yeah Rose, come over here, this is an amazing spot," came Yamcha's voice from the other side of the weeping willow. Vegeta's eyes snapped open and he started to listen more intently.

"Yamcha it's beautiful, how did you ever manage to find this secluded bench?" came a female voice, which could have curled even Piccolo's hair…if he'd have had any.

"I found it with my last girlfriend Bulma, we were younger and we just happened to stumble upon it, but we broke it off a while ago, I haven't seen her in ages," came Yamcha's irritating voice again.

Last girlfriend? Broke it off years ago? Vegeta smirked and took his chances to peek around the tree to spy on the 'couple'. There they were sitting close to each other on the park bench. It was the same blonde woman Yamcha had been with at the coffee shop. They were getting rather 'into' each other now on the park bench that was secluded from the passing public, but not from the spying Vegeta. 'I can use this to my advantage' Vegeta thought to himself as he quietly chuckled to himself. He took one final look at the 'intimate' couple, sneaked quietly away and took to the sky.

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Bulma was working in her lab in the Capsule Corps building and was humming a tune to herself. Just as she added the finishing touches to her latest battle robot for Vegeta, the man in question walked into the lab. Bulma turned her head round to look at him, she had been expecting him back earlier and she had to admit she had started to worry about him.

"What kept you out so long Vegeta?" she said as she turned back to her robot. Vegeta smirked and walked casually over to the worktop that Bulma was at. He said nothing and stood behind Bulma and watched her polish and tighten up the robot. Bulma mustn't have heard him walk over to her and she stood up from the table and banged straight into him.

"Oh Vegeta!" Bulma said as she tried to regain her balance. Vegeta smirked and quickly shot his arm out and wrapped around her waist and he helped her get her balance back. Bulma's breath caught in her chest as she felt Vegeta's strong arm around her.

"Thank you Vegeta," she finally said after an awkward silence. She placed her hands on his chest in a move to push herself away from him, but something was stopping her. It was the feel of his chest muscles under her hands that stopped her. She had never felt anything like it before, not even Yamcha's felt like this, firm, yet strangely comfortable under her touch.

"Feel something you like?" Vegeta whispered huskily. Bulma sub-consciously shivered, she had never really heard his voice like that before, it was so, suggestive.

"Uhh…well…I," Bulma said lost for words. Vegeta grinned, his plan was in motion. He settled a hand on her cheek and started to caress it as gentle as he could, which was surprising due to his massive strength. Bulma's eyes flittered up to his. Emotion swam through her irises, her senses seemed to be guttering and her eyes were glazed. Vegeta was actually surprised at this, he thought she would have been fighting back already, should he dare push it further? Well he was the Prince of all Saiyan's wasn't he? He mentally smirked to himself and slowly leaned in for a kiss. Bulma's eyes fluttered to closed and just as their lips were about to touch, Bulma's brain seemed to unscramble and she gasped and quickly pulled herself away from him.

"VEGETA! What are you doing?" she shouted and she tried to get herself out of his grip.

"I was trying to kiss you since I knew you didn't have a boyfriend anymore, and frankly I am actually surprised you haven't been crying your eyes out over the break-up, when did it happen?" Vegeta said in a fake mild surprise.

Bulma blinked several times before the words Vegeta had said began to register in her mind. "Break up? What break up? Yamcha and I are still together Vegeta, where did you get this from?" she said as she finally got out of his arms.

"Well I overheard Yamcha telling some blonde woman in the park before they started to passionately lick the faces off each other on the same park bench in the picture in your bedroom," Vegeta said as he folded his arms across his chest and leaned against a table.

Bulma could have laughed, not his again, more lies, what was it with this man and making up stories.

"Vegeta, I don't want to have this argument again!" she exclaimed on the verge of the utmost hysteria. Vegeta scratched his chin, he was fully prepared to have an argument over this, because he knew this was a battle worth fighting as for once he actually knew he was definitely right.

"Well I am only telling you what I heard, and I heard it. That fool told some woman named Rose that you two had split up a while ago and well…" but suddenly Vegeta broke off, he really shouldn't say what he had to say, he wasn't ready to say it yet. He had planned to say "and well I just seen it as an opportunity to try and move in on you as I really, really like you," but he had suddenly thought better of it.

Bulma hadn't seemed to notice that Vegeta had not finished his sentence. "Vegeta," she said rather angrily, yet she seemed to be holding in laughter. "Would you please just…stop! Stop it with all of these lies! I love Yamcha, can't you accept that? I have found love and you haven't, stop being jealous and get over it! These lies, they are getting you know where, why tell them?"

Vegeta stared at herwith a stare that could have melted ice. Bulma faltered for a fraction of a section but regained her poise. She would not concede to his ways again.

"Woman I admit I have told my fair share of lies, but this is one of those rare times that I am not lying," Vegeta said as he got up off of the table and moved closer to Bulma. Bulma stood tall, she was going to win this fight.

"Vegeta, Yamcha is not at the park, he called me from his house and told me himself that he was going to the gym and then coming straight here for…" but then Bulma stopped short and started to blush.

Vegeta felt the strong feeling of nausea, he did not want to know what they had planned, but what he knew was that he was no liar and that in fact her scum of a boyfriend was indeed the liar in this whole affair.

"Woman I don't want to know what you had planned to do but I know that he was lying about where he was going and if you dare say that I am a liar you will regret it," Vegeta said rather menacingly.

"Oh why what will you do? Blast me with one of those Ki blasts of yours?" Bulma said mockingly.

"Oh I'll do something alright, something…shocking," Vegeta said rather flirtatiously.

Bulma frowned. "Liar," she spat, but no sooner had she gotten the word out of her mouth her vision blurred and her breath caught in her throat as Vegeta practically pounced on her. Vegeta's lips pressed against Bulma's in a fiery kiss, but no sooner had it started than it was over as someone else entered the room.

"Bulma?"

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A/N: YES I know I am evil, but I am sitting here in my Pyjama's and I do feel really evil so yes a cliffy it is for you all and i am sorry if there are any mistake but i don't have time to fix them :S I need to get to bed -giggles-