Here it is after many, many months of waiting. So sorry. I won't say much so you can get straight to the story, but here's my excuse: For Christmas I got a PSP and went on the internet with it, never leaving home. Unfortunatly, it couldn't get my page up(free internet sucks!), so I couldn't update and in case you haven't heard, I don't own a computer yet. So I was stuck using the library computer which has been forever since I've used and well.. I guess the rest is history, isn't it? So without holding you up any more, here's the next chapter.

Oh, and no I don't own Dragonball Z, so get off my back. -(mini readers start climbing down my back)- Much better.

Chapter six

Bulma sat in the livingroom of Vegeta's home and stared at the cup of tea in front of her. She watched as the steam swirled up and disappeared into the air. She sat, now feeling ashamed and stupid, wishing she was like the steam in her tea and just disappear into the air and be forgotten about.

But she couldn't. And niether could her words.

"So you see? He's still upset about it and I guess it truley is a sore spot for him though he doesn't show it." Joan said looking at the down trotten girl across from her. "But don't worry. I know you didn't mean it."

"I'm so sorry about this! He just got on my bad side really fast and I wasn't thinking and I guess it just kind of slipped out..." Bulma trailed off feeling worser by the minute. She lifted her head when she heard a soft sound of laughter.

"Vegeta seems to get on a lot of people's 'bad sides'. It's kind of hard to stay in one place when you have someone telling you Mamma jokes and not knowing that you're partens are dead. I can't even count how many fights that boy's gotten into..." The dark haired woman sighed and shook her head. "It's not easy at all. Especally when a girl says something."

This made Bulma's heart sink further. "Well...why not?"

Joan only smiled. "Because he doesn't hit girls...even if he wanted to. Instead, he takes it out on my walls..." With that she gestured towawrds the door and Bulma turned. She saw then what she failed to notice at first; There was a rather large hole in the wall near the door and was pathetically covered up by the coat rack standing in front of it. Her eyes went wide.

"He did that...because of me?" Bulma asked surprised. She didn't expect Joan to break out laughing. "Yeah. Now imagine that someone punched your head or somewhere else on your body with that kind of force."

"Oh dear..."

"Exactly." Joan was still smiing. This made Bulma lower her eyebrows in confusion.

"You are nothing like Vegeta." She said shaking her head. "You've been smiling and laughing since I've been in here and you're not at least fazed by the fact that there is a crater sized hole in your wall that was caused by me saying something about your deceased..."

"Sister and Brother-in-law. I know. If you think I'm strange, you should've seen Victoria." She smiled as she rmembered her sister. "She'd joke with someone in the middle of a near-death car accident if you let her. The only time I'd see her cry was when the Titanic sunk and when Simba's father died. But when was mad, I swear she could send the world's strongest man running home to his mother..." Her eyes fell on Bulma, who was simply staring at her in amazment.

"Forgive me. I've been rambling on and on and you have no idea what I'm talking about."

"No, it's okay. She sounded like a person."

"She was. And a mystery sometimes. But, well..."

Just then, the sound of someone decending the stairs interuppted their conversation. Vegeta soon emerged, now wearing a faded pair of black-well kind of off black-sweatpants and a navy tank top that showed off his arms and a small portion of his chest more than any shirtBulma hadseen in(which were two. Three if you count the tank.) In one of his hands, he carried a heavy looking bucket of plaster and in the other some other equiptment for fixing walls.

When he finally made it to the bottom, he simply walked past the two now watchful women and over to the damaged wall. It was then that Bulma noticed that he had a pair of head phones in his ears and the cord trailed down and disappeared in his pocket.

"Can you hear me?" Joan suddenly asked to his back. He didn't answer. Either a) he was ignoring her, though highly unlikly, or b) he had his head phones turned all the way up- which was rare since his ears are so sensitive.

She shurgged and turned back to Bulma with a smile."Looks like he doesn't want to listen in on our conversation. He used to eavsedrop all thetime when he was little; something he got from his mother,mind you." Joan winked and Bulma smiled.They both watched in silemce as he sat down the larg e bucket and proceeded toopen it.

"His father loved to break things and then fix them for no apparent reason." Joan whispered to Bulma though her words went unheard by Vegeta anyway. Bulma nodded and they both looked on as he fixed the damage he had inflicted on the defenseless wall.

After a while,Vegeta started to put everything away, when he suddenly caught Bulma and Joan's observant eyes. He stopped doing what he was doing and stared back and forth at the two women, taking out one of his ear phones.

"What?" He asked, not liking the way they were just staring at him. His aunt simply smiled and shook her head and Bulma looked away. "Nothing. But I do have a question for you. Did you really slam the door in this young lady's face?"

It was Vegeta's turn to shake his head. "No. I closed the door in her face." With that he finished putting the lid on the large bucket and picked it up. "I have to let that dry before I finish."

"Oh. Because I was about to say that you did a terrible job." Bulma said shaking her head at the bright white circle on the wall that was once a large gapping hole. Her hand suddenly flew to her mouth and her eyes grew wide. No! No you didn't just insult him again right after insulting him! You idiot! Oh man, look at his face. He's probably planning my death. Bulma gulped at the glare he was sending her. His dark eyes suddenly has and evil glint in them as he stared at her. It was totally silent.

If looks could kill, Bulma was pretty sure that she'd be dead and buried...then that glare would send her soul straight to hell instead of the beautiful golden gates of heaven.

Laughter suddenly filled the living room, and Bulma jumped and looked away from Vegeta at the sudden burst of noise. The angry person in front of her did the same thing (except for jump of course), His black eyes moving over to the caplurt known as his aunt Joan.

"I-I'm sorry!" She said through laughs."Your face! It was adorable!!" She broke into hystericals again. Vegeta's eyebrow rose in question as to why his aunt was laughing. That face was suppose to be scary and intimidating, not cute and laughable, dammit! All the laughing suddenly got to Bulma and she started to giggle to, despite the fact that she thought the expression was rather evil looking.

Not getting it at all, he simply shook his head and proceeded to go up the stairs, in hopes of figuring out what made this evil look was so damn funny. The only thing that stopped him was him name being called.

"Vegeta come back. I didn't mean to laugh at you. Besides, I think Bulma here wants to give you a proper apology since you closed the door in her face.

All laughing died down and Vegeta turned around and looked at his aunt. "But I already heard her apologize."

"And what did you say?"

"Okay."

"Vegeta..."

" Alright." With that he walked over and plopped down on the couch right beside Bulma and looked at her. She looked back, surprised that he would even want to be near her after she insulted him twice. After a minute of silence and staring Vegeta simply said:"Talk."

"Vegeta, I'm really, really sorry for what I said. It's just that I was angry 'cause you were angry and I didn't know that your parents were dead." She noticed his left eye twitch at the word but kept going, afraid that she wouldn't be able to start up again. "And your little circle thingy on the wall looks really good and I didn't mean to offend you and say you did a terrible job! I mean you give a bucket of that white stuff and I 'd probably end up painting myself instead of the wall. I mean,it does take a lot of skill to do that right? I mean I couldn't do it if I tried! You have a lot of talent and everything -like when you drew me in art class that was so awesome..."

Vegeta just stared at her as she talked on. Did she know she's going off subject? Probably not.

"And here I had you looking like a retarded cat thing or something with uneven arms and a small body. I mean your arms are totally even and your body is far from small. It's totally gorgeous!! I mean I'm pretty sure you work out like every day-"

"I," Vegeta said loudly interrupting her. "Forgive you, Bulma." He turned to his aunt looking rather desperate. "Can I go now?"

"Do you really forgive her?"

"Yes!" He exclaimed not wanting to hear another 'apologie'. To prove his point, he moved over and grabbed hold of her, and wrapped her in a death grip that should not have even passed for a hug. The force of his squeeze made Bulma choke and wheeze for air.

But Vegeta quickly let her go. "See you tomorrow, okay?" He said, a clear annoyance on face. He almost ran up the stairs and then there was a vibrating slam that resounded through the house. Joan smiled looking at the direction Vegeta had run off at. "Hmmm. I've never seen him hug a girl and run. You're pretty luckey, Bulma!" She winked.

"I-I don't think so. He might've broke something." Bulma rubbed her arms that were painfully squeezed to her sides. Joan laughed out loud then settled down to a giggle. "I really like you Bulma, ya know? You're not all clingy and strange like all the other girls that were trying to get with Vegeta. This is probably the first time someone actually had the guts to come to our home to apologize for something they did or said to offend him. It was really nice to meet you Bulma."

Bulma was about to reply when 'I Hate Everything about you' by three days grace blasted from the room upstairs and flooded the living room area. the blue haired teen looked at Joan curiously. She only kept her smile. "He's cooling off."

She simply nodded in understanding and grabbed her things and went to the door. "It was nice meeting you too. I should come back and talk to you some more. Is that okay?"

"Sure is. See you Bulma."Joan waved from her seat. Bulma waved back and closed the door behind her, the cool breeze touching her skin gently and letting her know that the sun was setting. She smiled up to the setting sun and walked back to her own home.

Halfway there, her happiness got the better of her and she jumped up high in the air, pumping her fist. "YEAH! BULMA BRIEFS ROCKS!!GO ME!" she whooped. Not only did she get to make a formal apologie (Though it went waaaayyy of subject) but she got a hug, though bone crushing, from Vegeta. 'He must not hate me anymore!'she thought with a big grin on her face that quickly faded when she looked around.

"How the hell do I get home?"

'I hate everything about you

Why do I love you?

You hate everything about me

Why do you love me?'

"I hate everything about you- Three days grace

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(Backs away from processed readers.) I'm so sorry! I have no computer! I'm out of town! My family down here has internet! I swear! That's how I updated!! (reader's eyes stop glowing and turn to normal)

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Rae

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