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Hope you guys like it so far. Sorry, I would have had this chapter up earlier but I went out of town for a few days with no internet . The good thing is that I had a lot of time to work on this fic and start another one! The other one has Jeice as the primary character. Even if he gets on your nerves PLEASE check it out because it's more original than this one and I think it will be better! Please R&R!!!!!!!!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of the characters of Akira Toriyama.

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Cleanse My Demons, Angel

By: MagnaGuard

Chapter 2

The alarm was beeping very loudly. It finally broke through Bulma's oblivious slumber.

"Ugh…5:30 is just to early" she said frustrated as she walked towards the bathroom.

The hot water felt so good on her tired body. She did not sleep well at all because her fight with Vegeta had lingered in her mind all night. She still could not believe what she had said to him. She subconsciously began running her hands all over body imagining Vegeta's hands. Wait…what am I thinking? She thought to herself as she quickly pushed those thoughts away.

She stepped out and dried off as she got ready for the day with make-up, hair care etc.

She walked out of her room at about 6:00 still in a bit of a daze, but she felt a little better thanks to the shower. As she got to the edge of the steps she saw a dark figure coming up. She stood at the top, realizing that it was Vegeta as it came closer. When the Saiyan prince passed her at the top, she noticed the sweat that covered his body and the burn marks on his arms and face. Oh my…was he up all night training…because of me? She thought to herself. As he moved towards his room she began to say something, "Vegeta I…" SLAM he closed the door without paying her one bit of attention.

Safe in his room the man took his gloves and boots and tossed them on the floor next to his small dresser. I don't want that pathetic woman ever to speak to me again… he thought to himself. She does nothing but cause trouble. He went over to the shower and turned it on, making the water as hot has he could. As the water poured over him he began to have thoughts about Bulma.

What's wrong with me? That pathetic woman is not good enough to even touch me!

His body obviously disagreed as he began to get hard. He continued fighting himself

No no no! I can't have feelings like this for that insolent bitch!

He looked down at his throbbing member and began to stroke himself…then he stopped.

No. I'm stronger than that. She always controls men…but not me!

As he reasoned this to himself he turned the shower to cold…

Bulma felt terrible after Vegeta completely ignored her. "I must really have hurt him…" she said softly to herself as she took a thermos of coffee and walked out to the car to head for work. As she drove she couldn't get her mind off of the Saiyan.

There must be a reason that I hurt him so badley…unless I ment something to him, he would never have let me get under his skin like that. Kami…what have I done.

She finally got to her office. The whole day she seemed to be in a funk. Her work was sub-par and lacking any consistency. Bulma heard a knock at her door.

"Come in" she said in a melancholy tone. As the door opened, she saw it was her father. She tried to perk up a bit, "Oh hi dad". "Honey, I just got the last file you did, and I must say it is quite inferior to your usual work…" he said, trying to be nice about it. "I know dad…I'm sorry" she replied, looking down sadly. "Bulma, you look tired…why don't you go home a bit early and get some rest. I'll see you later tonight." Said Dr. Briefs kindly. Bulma nodded before thanking him and heading home.

Vegeta had gotten a little sleep while Bulma was at work. It was a bit harder than usual but he managed to fall asleep for a few hours. The past few months he'd been having horrible nightmares about his home planet. Bulma's cruel words had made it worse. He was constantly reminded that he was the prince of a dead race. When he woke up, Vegeta went downstairs and got some food before heading to the living room. He switched the t.v. on before indulging in the large sandwich he had so perfectly made.

Bulma arrived a few minutes later and headed straight into the living room. She didn't say anything, but lay down on the couch, her head but a few inches from Vegeta who was sitting. He glanced down at her without turning his face so that she wouldn't notice. He noticed some of her make-up was running down her cheeks.

Crying…because of me no doubt…

He looked back at the television. Without thinking, he glanced back down at her.

Even with red eyes and messed up make-up, or whatever those humans call it, she still looks beautiful…

He thought to himself. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

No, no, no…I've got to stop thinking like this! He looked at her once more.

I can't help it though…

After this long debate, Vegeta dozed off. He woke up an hour or so later to find Bulma sound asleep…with her head in his lap.

He gritted his teeth. This woman will be the death of me.

Vegeta was finding it hard to control himself around her. Better get her up to bed. He thought to himself. He slowly lifted her up, cradling her in his powerful arms and silently moving upstairs. He carried her into her room and gently put her on the bed under the covers. He was still fighting his feelings of attraction towards her.

You can't love her…she would never fall for a cold-blooded killer like me.

He quietly turned and began walking out of the room. Just as he was opening the door he heard a feint voice. "Oh Vegeta…" He turned to see that she was smiling, though dreaming. He turned back to the door and walked out.

It was just a dream…she doesn't have any real feelings about me…I must go about my own business.

Writer's notes: What will Vegeta do? Hmm…guess you'll just have to wait and find out.

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