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Bulma smiled as she came out of her drowsy sleep and was engulfed in a warm embrace. She slowly moved her head against the shoulder next to her in bed only to be jerked back into reality. 'Mmm…warm…shoulder…wait! Shoulder?' Bulma snapped her eyes open and tilted her head slowly to try and figure out who in the world was in her bed with her. She tried to sit up a little to get a better look at the face but there was an arm draped across her mid section. She squeaked as it pulled her back down and the culprits face came to snuggle with her head. Then finally she got her good look and nearly deafened the sleeping person next to her.

"Vegeat?!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Holy shit! Where's the fire?" Vegeta screamed as he shot up from his peaceful slumber.

"…did you stay the night?"

"Yes…"

"What the bloody hell did you do that for you maggot?!"

"You said I could stay!" he screamed back at her.

"I did no such thing!"

"The hell you didn't!"

"Get out!" Bulma howled as she jumped out of the bed and started grabbing things to throw at him.

"Fine I'm leaving!" he yelled while dodging a lamp. Vegeta made a dash for the door then slammed it behind him leaving Bulma alone with her thoughts.

Slowly she put down the glass paperweight that she had grabbed off her desk and sat down in the chair. This is not how she wanted her summer to start off; waking up in the arms of Vegeta was defiantly a bad omen in her book. After a moment or so she went and sat down on her bed where Vegeta had spent the night. She ran her hand over the covers and felt something underneath them. Puzzled she lifted the white sheets and found her shoe. 'I thought I dropped this yesterday…' she thought to her self. Glancing over at her clock she saw that it was almost nine in the morning, which meant that she was going to be late for breakfast. Every morning for the past fifteen summers the Ouji's had eaten their breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast, and black coffee at the same time never a minute late or a minute early. Bulma hated American bacon, American eggs, and toast so every morning she just sipped her coffee and moved the food around on her plate until Mr. and Mrs. Ouji got up and left. She missed her Cumberland ham, scones, bacon rashers, and potato farls. She wasn't even sure that the chiefs here knew what potato farls were so she didn't even bother to ask for them when Mrs. Ouji offered her something else. Bulma ran a brush through her hair and decided that today she was just going to sit around in her pajamas, something that she hadn't done in over ten years. She put on her slippers and headed to the breakfast room.

The room was a pale blue and over looked yet another horse field. The table seated twenty comfortably but that didn't stop Mr. and Mrs. Ouji from sitting at each head of the table. Bulma figured it was a way to show whose house this was and who was in control. She rounded the corner and walked into the room with a minute to spare. Mr. Ouji looked at her over the top of his newspaper and scowled at her nightclothes and Mrs. Ouji nearly fell out of her chair. Bulma crept over to one of the middle chairs and pulled it out as quietly as she could. Mr. Ouji scowled at her again as she tripped on the rug while trying to sit down in the chair. Slowly she sat down and folded her hands in her lap. The maids brought in the food and left as quickly as they came. Mrs. Ouji looked at the clock and then looked at the doorway to see if Vegeta was coming. Bulma could feel Mrs. Ouji's eyes on her but just kept reminding her self that you do not speak unless you are spoken to. The woman frowned a little after seeing no Vegeta and then took a sip of some of her coffee.

"So Bulma."

Bulma looked up from her plate and tilted her head "Yes ma'am?" she asked sweetly

"What was all that screaming earlier?" she asked while Bulma began to move her food around.

"Oh, I thought I saw a mouse."

"I see." Mrs. Ouji took a pause to watch the girl's place then looked at her face again. "So Bulma would you like anything else? You never seem to touch your food."

"Yeah I'll tell you what she wants Mom." Came Vegeta's gruff voice from the doorway. "She wants her damn Irish food because American food isn't good enough for her."

"Vegeta!" Bulma hissed as Mrs. Ouji nearly dropped her coffee.

"Is this true Bulma?" She asked.

"No! Its just…I'm…I don't get hungry around this time of the morning…Vegeta!"

Vegeta Smirked at Bulma from across the table as he sat down. "Yes Miss. Bulma?"

"Ugh!" Bulma grunted as Mr. Ouji got up after finishing his breakfast.

"Vegeta is there any reason you're late." Mr. Ouji questioned as he stood behind his son.

"No father, just over slept."

"Right…see to it that it doesn't happen again."

"Yes sir." Vegeta said as his father hit him in the back of the head with his newspaper. Bulma watched as Vegeta didn't even flinch and then looked over at Mrs. Ouji who didn't even pay them any mind.

"So you don't need anything Bulma?" Mrs. Ouji asked again.

"No I'm fine."

"Well if you change your mind just call one of the maids in here… well I'm going to be spending the day out in the west garden doing some renovations so if you need me call my cell." Mrs. Ouji said as she pushed out her chair and got up to leave.

"Yes ma'am." Bulma said quietly.

Vegeta waited until his mother was out of the room then looked across the table at Bulma. "Nice PJ's."

"Huh? Oh…I thought I'd lay around today."

"So you wont be playing Lacrosse with Kakarot and I, I assume?"

"Goku's coming? I haven't seen him in ages!"

"You saw him last summer like you saw me."

"But I like Goku."

"And you don't like me?"

"Heavens no, we went over this so just drop the subject."

"Or what? You'll belt me one in my bloody cake-hole?"

Bulma rolled her eyes and stood up. "Whatever." She said as she left the room.

Bulma shuffled her feet against the marble floor as made her way back to the main stair case to go back to her room. She turned the corner and looked at the main hall like she had been doing for as far back as she could remember. Bulma smiled to her self as she ascended up the stairs to her room. This place was beautiful no matter how cold or untouchable it may seem at times. She climbed up the stairs and strolled off to her room. Once she got inside she smiled to her self as she looked out the window. She looked over at her suitcases and figured it would be a good idea to unpack this summer. Ever since she was ten she never unpacked her clothes because she figured that this wasn't her home anyway. Struggling she picked up one of the suitcases that her mother had packed and plopped it on her bed, she unzipped it and let out a frustrated sigh when she found that it was full of nothing but shoes. "Mother…" she mumbled under her breath. Bulma took out a pair of white Prada sneakers and threw them into one of the closets. She did the same thing with a pair of black and white Gucci tennis shoes. "I never wear these things does she think I will now…" Bulma continued to mumble to her self not hearing the door open behind her. She continued to throw shoes into the closest as Vegeta stood in the doorway watching her. "Stupid shoes…stupid suit case…stupid America…stupid Vegeta…stupid stupid!" she mumbled mindlessly.

"Day dreaming about me princess?" Came Vegeta's haughty voice from the door.

Bulma let out a slight scream as he took her by surprise. "Vegeta!" she hissed as she whipped her head around to glare at him. "What in bloody hell do you want?"

Vegeta smirked as he strutted into her room and sat down at her desk. "Thought I'd come keep you company." He stated mater-a-factly.

"I'm sure…" she seethed between clenched teeth.

Vegeta made him self-comfortable at her desk and began to look around in the drawers. "Come on Bulma be nice."

"Excuse me?" she started as she threw more shoes into the closest. "Me be nice? Hello! This is coming from the guy who took my diary and threw it into the lake!"

"Well at least no one will read it that way." He said sarcastically while he found her new diary. "Ooo…what have we here? Looks personal."

"No, it looks like none of your business." She yelled as she threw a pair of stilettos at him.

"Hmm…April Third!" he began as Bulma crossed the room to try to retrieve her diary.

"Vegeta this isn't funny!" she screamed as he climbed up onto her desk so she couldn't reach.

"Dear Diary! I went to the library in Dublin today and checked out a few novels."

"Vegeta!"

"'Some romance novels and some horror, a nice combination'. What the hell? Romance and horror? You freak!" Vegeta laughed.

Bulma let out a frustrated sigh as she tried to climb onto the desk but got blocked by Vegeta's foot. "Please don't be an ass Vegeta! Just give it back!"

"There was this guy in the library. He was so handsom! Wait a minute what guy?"

"No one! Just give it back!"

"I wanted to talk to him so badly! He had the most beautiful green eyes I've ever seen! God Bulma do you stalk this guy?"

"Vegeta!"

"He came over and sat next to me and we talked for quiet some time. He was really sweet and he said his name was Driskoll. Driskoll? What kind of a name is that? Who names their kid that?"

"Vegeta just shut up and leave!"

"Yeah, yeah, is that my name I see in here? Yeah it is! Driskoll was so amazing, he made me feel so special. I wish I could spend the summer with him instead of Vegeta. Aw you think about me!" he said as he shut the book and handed it to her.

"Why cant you just be normal?" Bulma huffed as he jumped off of her desk.

"Because dear, I love the way it drives you crazy."

Bulma glared at him and then put her diary back in the drawer. "Honestly if you dislike me so, why do you insist on talking to me?" She asked half-heartedly while she made her way back to her suitcase.

"I think its fun." He answered while walking out to her balcony.

Bulma watched him as he leaned against the railing and looked out over the fields at the horses. "You're so different this year." She said in a suspicious tone of voice.

Vegeta looked over his shoulder at her and smirked. "Admit it, you want me."

"Like a tree that wants acid rain..."

"Bitch, bitch, bitch, that's all you ever are."

"How can you blame me for being on edge when I'm around you?" She asked while putting her jeans in the dresser.

"People can change Bulma."

"People yes, you? I'm not so sure about." She hissed as she continued to watch him out of the corner of her eye.

"Yeah, yeah. Do you want to watch a movie tonight?"

"What?"

"A movie…you put in the DVD in the DVD player and—"

"Why are you doing this?" Bulma asked again while throwing her hands up in frustration.

Vegeta leaned his back against the railing so that he could watch the fiery blue haired girl. Slowly he crossed his arms over his chest and waited for her to make eye contact with him. "I don't know."

"Vegeta, I'm tired of always fighting you." Bulma said as she looked up from her suit case and into his eyes. Blue clashed with black as she really looked into his eyes for the first time in over ten years. After a minute or so she nervously broke the eye contact and focused on folding her clothes again.

"You love the attention." He stated as she tried to ignore him.

Bulma silently nodded and avoided eye contact as he watched her scurry around her room, unpacking. "So when is Goku coming?"

"Who knows. Kakarot has as bad habit of never being predictable."

"That's not necessarily a bad habit."

Vegeta smirked at her as she unpacked countless pairs of white socks and shoved them into a drawer. "I guess not." He paused and watched as she had to shove some more socks into a drawer. "So did you date that guy?"

"Who?"

"Criscoll."

"You mean Driskoll?"

"Yeah him…"

"We went on a few dates, but nothing more."

"So you don't have a boyfriend then."

"Now I didn't say that."

"But you implied it."

"What?"

"By saying that you and him did nothing more than go on a few dates you implied that you didn't have a boyfriend."

"Well I could be dating someone else." She said not noticing that Vegeta had crossed the room and was now only a foot away.

"You wouldn't be."

"And why not?" she demanded; now realizing that he was right next to her.

"You're not that bold." Vegeta answered while coming closer to her.

'Is he going to kiss me? Oh god…' Bulma thought to her self as she watched as he took another step towards her, she slowly backed away and shuffled over to her desk and took out her diary. "I am to bold." She stated while flipping through pages of her diary.

"Oh really?" Vegeta questioned. Slowly he laid down on her bed and propped him self up on his elbows to watch her.

"Indeed."

"How so?"

Bulma paused and pursed her lips together as she tried to recall a time in her life where she acted 'bold'. "Well…" she started, "Here! On March sixteenth I stole the neighbors news paper!"

"Excuse me?"

"I took their paper." She repeated while giving him a puzzled stare.

"What?"

"It was their paper. And I took it."

"And then you…?"

"Read it…then threw it away! I didn't even recycle it!"

"Come on princess that can't be the worst thing you've ever done." He mocked while rolling over onto his back.

"Well unlike a certain spoiled someone I wasn't born with the gene to be a misfit and get in trouble every spare second I have." Bulma responded while shoving her diary back into the desk.

"Haven't you ever just wanted to take a walk on the wild side?

"Nope."

"I don't believe that." Vegeta responded while sitting up and getting off of her bed. "So you're telling me that you've never just wanted to do something so out of character that it might change your life?"

"Like jumping out of a window?" Bulma joked while looking out the window.

"No…like date a guy who isn't your type or shop lift or wear a perfume that a hooker might wear or even paint your nails red!"

"Well…I don't date, I don't steal, I don't wear perfume that you can buy at Wal-Mart, and I wouldn't be caught dead wearing red nail polish."

"Why not?"
"Only low class people do things like that."

"Like who?"

"Like those girls you've been bringing here for the past five summers."

"Don't you just wish you could do what they do just once?"

Bulma sat down at her window seat and looked out at the fields, the truth was that she did envy the girls with their layered hair, red nails, and their ability to flirt shamelessly with a guy that they had never met but it would be a cold day in hell before she let Vegeta know this. So after a moment of silence she looked over at him and lied. "No."

"God you just cant seem to let loose."

"Leave please." She said as he sat down next to her.

"Bulma…"

"Vegeta!" Came Goku's voice from down stairs in the hall. "Vegeta I want to practice!"

"Kakarot…" Vegeta growled as Bulma stood up.

"Come on Vegeta you know I cant find my way around here to save my life! Come on already…" Goku called again.

"Go on." Bulma said as she opened another suitcase and pulled out a few skirts.

"This conversation isn't over you know." Vegeta said as he walked towards her door.

Bulma listened to the sound of his foot steps as he went down the hall and smiled to her self. "I know."

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