The moment her eyes opened, she could feel the pain already settling it. She didn't even have to lift her head to have the world spin around her. Her mouth was parched, she needed something to drink. She just didn't want to move. Why did she drink so much last night? She cringed at the thought of her crying at the bar, knowing that she most likely made an ass of herself.

She just needed to make sure she would never go to that club again. She didn't want to embarrass herself all over again.

First things first, she needed to get out of her bed and face the day. She needed some juice. Groaning out loud, she gripped her head as she stood up. She was still in her dress from the night before. The taste of bile was still in her mouth. Gross.

Heading to her bathroom, she knew she needed a shower immediately.

While she was washing her hair, she suddenly remembered something worse than her at the bar. She remembered what happened after. Covering her face in embarrassment, she groaned. How was she supposed to look Vegeta in the eye now? Oh Kami... She had her work cut out for her.

Once she had finished refreshing herself, she had made herself a large glass of orange juice. Sitting at the table, she kept her face down on the wooden table.

Her mother peaked at her every now and then as she washed dishes. "You okay hun?" She asked her, only receiving a groan as an answer. She giggled at her daughter, "Must have had a fun night."

Sitting up, she drank from her cup. She sighed, "If anything, I guess I actually feel better about everything. I just needed to get over Yamcha." Sure she didn't do it in the prettiest of ways but she was over him. One day he would be back but she would be ready to end the pattern of their relationship.

This hangover almost made it not worth it however.

"I think I might just sleep all day," She groaned before finishing her cup of juice off. It wasn't much help.

"Did you make it home safe?" Her mother asked next, finishing her cleaning, deciding to take a seat next to her daughter.

For what she could remember. Nodding her head, her eyes closed. Why Vegeta had decided to go out of his way to pick her up was still a mystery to her. Maybe when she could not think of the embarrassment of the whole exchange, she could actually thank him for what he did.

"Your hair looks cute this way, why the change?" Her mother asked her next.

Shrugging her shoulders, she rubbed at her temples in hope that it would relieve some of the tension."I just needed a little change is all." She explained, the own volume of her voice hurting her.

Deciding she had enough of the day already, she got up from her chair. Dragging her feet, she headed straight for the living room. The couch was very welcoming as she took a seat on it. Turning on the television, she groaned as she laid down.

She seriously never wanted to drink again.

Flipping through the channels, it took her a moment to actually find something she wanted to watch. While many people didn't like the news, she found it to be something she could use to distract herself for hours. With her hiding herself in her lab the last few weeks, she realized that she had missed out on.

Time had continued on, she had faded in and out of sleep. It wasn't until her mother was calling everyone for dinner that she felt like she was finally ready to get up. While her head wasn't pounding like it had been before, she still had a headache. Walking to the kitchen, she immediately walked up to the coffee maker. She needed some caffeine.

"You look much better," Her mother told her as she began setting plates down at the table.

Sipping from the cup, she nodded slowly. "Just needed a little more beauty sleep, that's all." Hearing the front door open, her eyes moved to the side. She noticed Vegeta walking her way, her father trailing right behind him.

By the sound of it, her father was talking to him about an upgrade to the gravity machine. She could only assume he has raised the level of gravity Vegeta could train on.

Deciding to sit farthest away from them, she sipped silently at her cup.

Vegeta's attention was immediately on his food, immediately shoving spoonfuls of meat inside his mouth.

Was he going to bring up what happened the night before? She was sure he wouldn't dare while her parents were present, she just wanted to address the elephant in the room. While she felt uncomfortable and embarrassed about the whole thing, she couldn't really tell how Vegeta felt. The guy always had a stone like expression. She was sure he would give his enemies a hell of a time when they tried to read him.

Taking a few bites of her own food, she realized how much she was lacking in nutrition. She hadn't really eaten anything, she was surprised her body hadn't reminded her to eat before this. Listening to the small talk between her parents, she only pipped in a few times.

After eating, she wasn't too sure what to do with herself. She was kind of trying to take a mini vacation from her lab. She could always try to hit up one of her friends but it was getting late... She wouldn't get to hang out with them for too long. She definitely wasn't going to go out in town. She'd have to wait long enough for everyone who was involved to forget about what happened.

What could she do instead to take up her time? She didn't want to try to sleep anymore, not yet at least. If she did that, that would just mean she basically slept her entire day away,

Finishing off her plate, she thanked her mother for another great meal. She headed up to her room, finally deciding that she could pick up her room. She was tired of tripping over things anyway. The clothes on the floor made it look so much worse than it actually was anyway.

Taking a basket, she quickly threw the clothes inside. The worst part was the fact that the clothes weren't even dirty most of the time. She usually would try multiple outfits on at a time. Which ever one fit her best for the day would be worn. The losers would be tossed to the ground. She was lazy, not willing to hang them back up.

Even now she didn't want to.

Cleaning her room had only solved half an hours time. Strippiing out of her clothes, she figured it was about time for her pajamas to be warm. She chose a pair of shorts and a shirt that went almost down to her knees. She loved large t-shirts, she promised they were the most comfortable thing ever.

Stretching out her limbs, she decided to just chill on her freshly made bed, her attention on the phone in front of her. Nothing was really going on around her, out of all the times she could be this bored, her feed just had to be empty. What else could she do?

A movie sounded like a pretty alright idea. Something had to be on to keep her interest. Getting off the comfort of her bed, she headed back down. First she'd make a bag of popcorn. You can't watch a movie without it. Then she'd settle down.

Flipping through the channels, she found herself sighing. She wanted to find a movie to watch, something romantic. She found out recently that at this hour, they played some pretty good ones. While these were a bit more steamy than what day timers would watch, she still found herself eager to find something good.

Her parents had long gone to bed, she was all by herself in the living room. The darkened room had only been lit by what light came off the television. Next to her sat a bowl of fresh, hot popcorn. She had yet to take a bite, her attention glued on what was in front of her.

She was struggling to find something she had yet to watch. She remembered many nights she and Yamcha would stay up watching these kinds of films. Of course things led to another afterwards... Maybe that was why she enjoyed watching them that much. Now single, this was one way to bring romance back into her boring life.

Brows raising, she found herself smirking. "Midnight Temptation?" Hearing the title out loud caused a snort, clicking on the title, she sat back with her bowl of popcorn. Luckily for her, the movie was just beginning. She was going to be able to watch this movie in full.

Vegeta had finished his training routine for the night. Sweat covered his body, head to toe. What he needed was a cooled shower and a nice nap.

Shutting off the machine, he made his way out of the training room. Stepping on the grass, he glanced upwards. It was late, much later than he first thought. Must have gotten too distracted to keep a track of time. Breathing in the air, his shoulders relaxed. The air felt good on his hot skin.

He stood there for only a moment before making his way towards the house. Entering the building, he immediately noticed the smell of something he wasn't sure of. It was food, he was sure of it. Noticing the lack of food prepared in the kitchen, he doubted it was anything in there.

Using his nose as something like a tracker, he followed the scent out of curiosity. He silently ended up in the living room, he stopped at the entrance. He immediately noticed Bulma sitting on the couch, a large bowl on her lap. He was sure that was where the smell was coming from. His suspicions were confirmed when he noticed her eating whatever it was.

His eyes shot to the TV, his brow raising. What in the hell was she watching? Her attention was glued on the screen, it made him wonder how something like that could keep her entertained.

His eyes went to the bowl once more.

He had two choices. He could either turn around and go upstairs like he originally planned on doing and get the rest he needed. Or he could walk over to her, demand for the bowl. But that also meant he would have to interact with her. What if she wanted to converse with him? Or worse, she wanted him to watch whatever she was watching.

He turned towards the stairs, staring at them for a moment as he thought about his options long and hard. He then sighed. In and out, no distractions.

Turning back towards the living room, he almost felt like he was preparing himself for a long awaited battle. Taking a few steps forward, he realized that she had yet to even notice he was there. Her lack of presence sensing was pitiful to him. Looking at her, he noticed what she was wearing immediately. A large shirt covered her frame, he actually found himself wondering what was underneath. Her bare legs wrapped around the large bowl. Frowning at himself, he shook the thoughts from his mind. "What are you doing?" He suddenly asked, breaking the silence between the two.

Bulma almost had whiplash when she shot her head his way. Her eyes were wide, her body jumped from her seat. "Vegeta!" She gasped, her hand going over her heart. Feeling her heart beating like crazy, she tried to catch her breath. "You surprised me," She told him before looking towards the TV. Pausing her movie, she didn't want to miss any more of it.

Despite it having a terrible title, it wasn't too bad of a movie. "I'm just watching a movie," She explained with a small shrug. She then paused, her lips pressing together. "You wanna watch? It's been pretty interesting so far." She wasn't quite sure this would be a movie that he would enjoy but at the same time, she wasn't sure she had actually seen Vegeta sit down and watch a movie.

Vegeta looked at the television, his nose scrunching. He really didn't want to put himself through such a thing. But at the same time, he did want what she was eating. "Make me some of that," He demanded, finally taking a seat. He made sure to make some distance between them.

Bulma looked at her popcorn before handing the bowl his way. "You can just have the rest of mine," She told him with a smile. The bigger part of her simply was too lazy to get up to make him another bag. Grabbing the remote, she quickly unpaused the movie.

Vegeta had taken the bowl, staring down at the fluffs. Picking one piece up, he tossed it into his mouth. He wasn't expecting the salty crunch it gave him. He then ate another. It was different but not too bad, he'd admit. At first, he used the food to distract him from what was happening around him. But soon after the bowl was empty, he wasn't sure what to do with himself. He wanted some more, but as he went to go demand more, he noticed the way Bulma was staring at the TV. She seemed so engrossed in what was going on in front of her.

He noticed the way she was smiling, the way she seemed eager. Looking at the TV, he watched for a moment. He didn't really understand how she could enjoy something like this. He glanced her way once more. He must have been blasted in the head by one of those damn bots while he was training. What was he thinking, looking at her like he was some teenage boy?

He had to remember, he was a Saiyan. A proud warrior race that only deserved the best. This woman was a frail, helpless human. His subjects would think he was a joke. His father would be ashamed of him. There was absolutely no reason he should be even considering it.

If he was smart, he should just get up and go to his room. It would be smart and safe.

"Everything okay?"

He looked at her, her attention fully on him. Grunting, he crossed his arms. "This movie is terrible." He told her.

She smiled, knowing full well that he wasn't watching the movie. She knew how to use her peripheral vision well. While it confused her on why he was staring at her, she found herself unbothered by it. "It's romantic." She told him with a small laugh. "Maybe if you knew a little something about the topic, you would enjoy this a little more."

He scoffed, "It's a waste of time."

She continued to chuckle, "It's addicting." It's painful, teasing, a craving that's hard to fix. She could think about many ways to describe the feeling of love. "Have you ever been in love?" She asked him, her attention fully away from the movie now.

Vegeta actually laughed at the question. "I was too busy murdering everyone that I guess I didn't get the chance." He explained, smirking at her disgusted expression.

"You seriously don't know what's good, do you?"

Vegeta snorted, "Says the woman who only knows from being with a pitiful human that died at one blast."

Bulma frowned, she had been with multiple people outside of Yamcha. Sure they may have just been hookups but they should still count! "And what? You think you could show me better?"

The question caused his smirk to disappear. This really was a mistake. He noticed the challenging look in her eye, what kind of a man would he be if he just got up and ran. But at the same time, this was not a challenge he wanted to accept. "Yes."

She just rolled her eyes, "Think highly of yourself that much, huh?" She turned back to her movie. "You don't have to force yourself to watch this with me."

She was giving him an escape, he sure as hell was going to take it. Standing up from his seat, he left the bowl before escaping to the stairs. Shooting her one last glance, he headed straight up.

Bulma sat there in silence once more, watching whatever scene was happening. She wasn't too sure, her mind running around otherwise. Was Vegeta actually serious? Was he that confident with himself? She was not an easy woman to woo!

How was she actually supposed to think of him that way anyway? Sure the guy had good looks and everything, but that didn't really make up for his personality. He wouldn't be the type to bring her roses like Yamcha. She knew Vegeta would easily piss her off as well. They already argued over stupid things, sure she didn't hate their arguments completely...

Oh no, was she actually considering this? This would result in her seeing him in a different light. She didn't want that to happen. She had to admit, she was excited that he was actually acting not like a complete ass towards her all of the time. If she would have asked him to watch a movie with him months ago, she would have gotten a tongue lashing, him explaining all the reasons why he wouldn't waste a moment on her.

Maybe she had been single too long, she was getting lonely and desperate. Her and Vegeta wouldn't make a good couple, it would take a crazy person to think anything but.

Pressing her lips together tight, she tried to focus on what was in front of her. Vegeta ruined her movie for her. Grabbing the now empty bowl, she got up from her seat. Grabbing the remote, she turned off the TV, throwing it back on the couch. Moving around in the dark, she headed towards the kitchen to drop the dish off.

Feeling her way around, she did just that before heading up to her own room. She was growing tired, she was ready to go to bed for the night. Passing his room, she could hear his shower running. Sighing, she walked passed to her room. Going to her bed, she flopped down on it. Crawling under the blankets, she snuggled up to her pillow.

Maybe she could try online dating. That would have a higher chance of success than seeking out a relationship with the prince.