"Why me?" She asked, her head resting on the table. "Why don't you try?"

Her mother smiled as she took another pan of fresh cookies out of the oven. "Honey, you know he'll tell me no. I don't think he would want to go with me. I think you could persuade him."

Bulma groaned, "And the cookies?"

The blond woman giggled, "They're here to help sweeten him up."

Running her hand through her hair, "Mom, if he doesn't want to go shopping, why should we try to make him? He's got three outfits, seeing how often he actually wears them... It would be a waste of money."

Her mother shoved another pan into the oven. "He needs to pick himself something out. Maybe he won't wear what he has because we picked them."

The one time her mother decided to be wise... He was training in the GR, her mother expected her to disturb him and have him go shopping? She was having some high expectations. "Okay, so what if he tells me no?"

Bunny shrugged, "Then I guess we'll just have to keep seeing him in those training shorts all day, everyday. But that isn't too much of a problem is it?" She asked with a giggle.

Bulma felt her cheeks heat up, "Mom!" Sure, she herself might have taken a few peaks his way when he walked around... But the thought of her mother doing the same disturbed her. She stood up from the chair, "I'll do what I can." Grabbing a couple cookies, she left her giggling mother behind.

Heading outside, she noticed how gray it was outside. She already missed summer. Seeing the GR still running, she began to feel nervous. If she was lucky, he would have already gotten in hours worth of training. If she was unlucky, he would have just started. Either way, Vegeta wouldn't be happy getting disturbed.

Walking up to the machine, she held her breath as she lightly knocked her fist against the metal. Getting no response for a moment, she bit at her lip. This was a mistake. "Vegeta?"

It took a moment but the door had finally slid open. He rested against the entrance, an annoyed expression on his face. "What is it?"

She swallowed hard, her eyes resting on his bare chest. It was coated in a layer of sweat, she knew he had been here for a while now. Realizing she was staring, she immediately looked down at the cookies she was holding. Holding one out towards him, she smiled."Peace offering?"

Vegeta looked down at the cookie, unimpressed. His arms crossed over his chest.

"They're chocolate chip..." She said before taking a bite of her own. The taste melted in her mouth, her mother secretly was a genius.

Vegeta took the cookie, eating most of it in one bite. "What do you want?"

Rocking on her heels, she had wished she at least figured out how she would ask him. "Well... I think, or my mother at least-"

"Out with it Woman, I don't have all day."

Her eyebrows furrowed, "I need you to come shopping with me."

"No." His answer was immediate, he turned, already heading back.

Before the door could close in her face, she gripped it open. "I'm not asking you." She grunted, fighting against the door. "We need to get you some clothes. When we have guests over, we can't have you walking around almost naked!"

Vegeta laughed as he walked towards the control panel, the rest of his cookie vanishing into his mouth. "You're wasting both of our time. Leave."

She groaned, already having known this was going to happen. "If you don't come, my mother is going to shop for you."

Before he pressed a button, his finger paused.

She frowned, "And you know what her favorite color is right?"

Hot pink. He knew it well. "Are you threatening me?" He asked, his attention going back to her.

She nodded, "Yes I am." Her determination must have been worth it as the door had stopped trying to close on her. Vegeta didn't look too happy but this had to be a step forward, right?

"How long will this take?" He then asked, his arms crossing against his chest once more.

Bulma thought for a moment, "Maybe an hour? That's if we rush. But maybe we can grab a bite as well, it will make the trip a little more worth it."

He nodded, he had grown hungry from all of the training. He thought for a moment, finally he nodded once more. "I'm going to get more of that peace offering of yours and we can go. Let's just get this over with, I don't have time to waste."

She nodded, a grin forming. "There and back," She promised him. "I'll be in my hoverjet waiting then. Change into something more than... that."She said, pointing to his shorts. Leaving the training room, she headed out towards the street. Pulling out her capsule case, she took out her hoverjet. Getting inside, she started it up and waited.

On the bright side, this meant she would get to spend a little time with the prince. After she finally ended things with Yamcha, instead of getting upset, she thought about her options. Yamcha had made it clear that she could have been messing around with Vegeta behind his back. Of course he had been wrong but that didn't mean it wasn't a possibility.

Vegeta was attractive, they were just alike. Wherever they would go, she knew they would have eyes on them. However, she knew many women wouldn't hang around once they actually spoke to him. He'd insult them immediately, they'd be turned off. At this point, she didn't really mind too much anymore. He didn't call her names like he used to.

She was still annoyed that he wouldn't call her by her name. Was that really too much to ask for?

She recalled their last conversation when it came to love and romance. Even if she were to fall head over heels for the guy, she wasn't too sure he'd actually be able to return those feelings. Hell, she wasn't even sure he would accept them! It was strange to keep thinking about this.

She had always had a boyfriend, being single for this long wasnt something she was used to. She just wanted to settle down with someone who she knew wouldn't betray or hurt her. She needed someone loyal.

There was a light tap on her window, catching her by surprise. She noticed Vegeta was in the outfit she had given him when his stay on Earth had just begun. She was surprised he hadn't destroyed the shirt by this point. She also noticed his hand was full of cookies. She'd warn him that he'd ruin his appetite but knew that wouldn't matter with his appetite.

"How do you open this damn thing?" He asked her through the glass of the window, his face impatient as always.

She couldn't help but look surprised at his question. He actually was going to get in her vehicle? Leaning over, she grabbed the handle and pushed, opening it from the inside. She didn't dare say anything as he got inside. She knew if she were to ask, he'd immediately get out and follow her by flying.

Hiding her smile, she started their trip. Sneaking a glance every now and then, she noticed he looked at times uncomfortable and just simply annoyed. She couldn't expect anything less.

"Can't this thing go any faster?" He asked in between cookies.

She shook her head, "With the winds the way they are, this is as fast as we can go." She told him, already preparing herself for his list of complaints. Surprisingly, he kept silent after. Putting it in autopilot, she turned his way. "So... How's training going?" She asked, trying to make some sort of conversation so they wouldn't be sitting in silence.

Vegeta had wanted that silence but wasn't surprised that she would want to talk to him. "It's going."

She nodded, her fingers tugging at themselves in her lap. "So how much times Earth's gravity are you training at now?"

If he had any regrets, it would be that he chose to get into this damn vehicle. "380."

Bulma's brows rose, "Wow. I didn't know it could even go that high! I guess all of those hours of training are showing off."

He nodded, "Your father upgraded the room, the max is now 400. I should be there in no time."

She nodded, having no doubt his words were true. "How much longer until those androids come?"

Vegeta frowned, "Two years and three months."

Sitting back in her seat, she shook her head. "It's almost been a year now, huh? Time really flew by... I still remember when I offered you a room in my home. You were so angry looking and shut off." She explained before pausing. "I mean... not a lot has changed but it is different."

He looked her way for only a moment, watching as she continued to reminisce about the past. She was right about one thing. It was different. Not in a good way.

When he had been revived and sent to Earth, he had made himself a list of things he'd accomplish. First and the most obvious, become a Super Saiyan and defeat Kakarot. He also had to blow away those chunks of metal, getting his revenge for them killing his future self. Finally, destroy this planet he had been put on to suffer.

While the first two were still going to obviously happen, the last part hadn't seemed so clear nowadays. This damn woman had done something. Maybe the first time she cooked for him, maybe she actually had poisoned him. He was feeling ways that would be labeled as a weakness. A new feeling had hit him not too long ago, one he didn't know what to deal with.

Jealousy.

He was annoyed that Scarface showed up with those damn flowers. He was annoyed that Bulma was going to fall for whatever the guy had planned. A part of him wanted to get rid of him before the woman even learned of his arrival.

He didn't understand why he felt the way he did at the time. He did now, though he refused to believe it. She was human. He just needed to continue repeating that in his head. He couldn't fall for whatever spell she was trying to cast on him. She was distracting him, she was holding him back from achieving his first two goals without her even knowing it.

Just being near her like this was enough to satisfy him at this point. At least, for now. What if it got worse? What if he wanted more? What if he couldn't hold himself back anymore?

"Vegeta?"

He looked her way, noticing the concerned look on her face. Had he been too lost in his thoughts to notice her trying to get his attention? This was the exact thing he was trying to avoid! "What?"

Bulma turned off the vehicle, "I was trying to tell you that we were here. Thought you went deaf for a moment." Opening her door, she hopped out of the vehicle. Turning towards Vegeta, she noticed the small struggle he went through as he tried to open the door. She was surprised that he didn't just blast his way through. While it had taken him a moment, he did figure it out. Walking towards the large building, Bulma quickly realized a new issue that was going to be coming up quickly.

Vegeta hated being around her small group of friends. How was she going to act around a few hundred strangers? No matter the amount of hope she could have, she wasn't sure this was going to turn out great. If only she had avoided her mother this morning!

As she entered the building, she noticed how close Vegeta was to her. He was nearly walking on her heels! She wouldn't blame him if this whole thing just made him uncomfortable. He hadn't shown any anger yet... It was still the beginning however.

She had stopped at the first shop. Walking over to the mens section, she stopped. "So, I guess just look around and see what you like." She told him.

Vegeta looked at her and then the clothes racks. Frowning, he walked past her. Touching the clothes, he pulled one shirt off a hanger. The image displayed made his face scrunch in disgust. Pulling on the fabric, he wasn't surprised when it ripped.

Bulma's eyes widened, "Vegeta! What are you doing!" She exclaimed, her eyes staring at what was left of the floor on the ground.

Vegeta scowled at her, "What does it look like? I'm testing it. How am I supposed to train in something like this? It'll be destroyed in mere seconds."

She groaned at his thinking, a bit upset that she was going to have to pay for destroyed clothing. "I'm trying to get you something to wear so you aren't walking around basically naked all the time..." She continued to groan as she ran a hand through her hair. "Pick a few outfits that you would want to wear while you eat your meals or hang out." She tried to explain.

His brows furrowed, "I don't 'hang out'."

She should have expected him to fight her on this. Her attention went to the rack, she moved next to him. Pulling out a shirt, she pressed it against his chest. "Hold this." She continued digging around, and soon Vegeta had a small pile in his arms. The same thing happened with pants. She then led him to the fitting room. "So this is the easy part. Go inside, get changed to see if any of these clothes work. And then come out and let me see so I know you at least somewhat stylish. Dont tear or destroy anything."

Vegeta glared at her, grumbling under his breath as he went inside the small room.

Taking a seat, she sent a smile towards the cashier. Hopefully the young girl wasn't watching their interaction too closely. She'd hate to get kicked out before they even started.

It took a few minutes and a couple uses of profanity from the small room later, the door finally opened.

Bulma had been scrolling on her phone, the sound catching her done. "You finally fo-" Her words cut short as her eyes rested on him. "Oh."

He frowned at her, "What is it?" He barked at her, his face growing embarrassed. He felt lower than dirt being in human clothing.

She found herself smirking, her brow raising. "Willing to do a spin around?" She asked, receiving a glare as an answer. "You look good, I like that outfit. What's next?"

"You mean I have to go in and pick another?" He asked in disbelief.

She nodded, looking at him as if it weren't obvious. "There's seven days in a week. So yeah, you have to."

He went back in, making sure to let her know how he felt in a language she didn't understand before the door closed behind him.

Going back on her phone, nearly the same thing happened the next time the door opened. She soon realized two things. First off, Vegeta looked good in anything he wore. And second, Vegeta looked very good. So good that she found herself having to tear her eyes away from him. She couldn't help it!

"Are we done?" He asked, now back in his own clothes once again. His hands were filled with crumpled clothes, the rejects still on the ground in the fitting room.

Bulma nodded, "Here, yes."

Vegeta's impatience was showing clearly. "Were going to another place?"

She took the clothes from him to pay for what they were keeping. "At least another two, we only have a few outfits here, we need a few more." Hearing him huff made her smile falter only slightly. "This will be all worth it in the end. Once we can get some food in our stomachs, you'll realize that this trip wasn't as bad as you originally thought." With a shopping bag in her hand, she led him to the next location.

"The quicker we can get you outfits, the quicker we can leave." She explained as she led him to this store's men section. She was slightly surprised when he immediately scanned the clothes without her help. This works. "Take your time, I'll be over there." She told him before finding herself a seat.

As promised, they had been there for around an hour. By the end of the trip, Vegeta was holding an assortment of bags. While she held a smile, Vegeta trudged behind her with a menacing stare. She promised him two more stores, they stopped at four more. She figured she could treat herself.

But now it was finally time to leave and go get something to eat.

"I know a perfect place we can go to." She explained as they flew through the sky.

Vegeta had his arms crossed, his attention out the window. The only response he had was pure silence.

Her lips pressed together, she could tell he was upset. She knew no matter how upset he was, it could be cured by pizza.

It was a small joint that she liked to go to when she was a teenager. She hadn't been there in a while, she just hoped the food tasted as great as it used to.