Disclaimer: Dragonball and its characters belong to Akira Toriyama. I do not own these characters nor do I claim to.

To say that Vegeta was irritated would be an understatement. He didn't like when his daily regime changed and if anything was even slightly off it made him feel unsettled and on edge. He had a long, hard day of training and he was tired but no matter how long he laid in bed his body just wouldn't relax enough to sleep. 'This is what I get for allowing this bad habit to go on for as long as it has,' he thought with a scowl.

The first time it had been an accident. He had been heading to his room to sleep, choosing to fly directly to his window since the dark clouds in the sky indicated that it was going to rain soon, when he noticed movement coming from the house. Seeing that it was coming from curtains that framed an open window his curiosity got the better of him and he decided to check it out. Upon closer inspection, he realized that it was the woman's room. Though he had issues with the woman he couldn't deny the attraction he felt for her. She really was a beautiful woman with her exotic features and luscious body. As he had floated quietly outside her window watching as she peacefully slept, he felt his body begin to relax and his constantly raging mind calm.

He jumped when a raindrop landed on his neck. Suddenly he realized what he was doing and was instantly disgusted with himself. He was the elite prince of a warrior race; he was not a voyeur, a peeping tom. Forcing himself away from the window he had gone to his room, surprised that he was able to fall asleep so quickly. Normally he would have to meditate for hours before he was able to drift to sleep so this was a completely new experience for him.

The next few days he went about his routine as normal, pushing the thought of the woman as anything calming out of his mind; an easy thing to do since their paths didn't often cross. But after several nights of tossing and turning as he futilely tired to force himself to sleep he decided to what he had to before his training suffered. So what if it was creepy and disturbing that he was calmed by the sight of her sleeping; if it helped him function better than so be it. Besides, it's not like anyone would catch him.

He clearly remembered the moon, recently restored by a wish of the dragonballs, being nearly full in the sky and that its light coming through her open window caused her cloth covered body to be fully illuminated. He also clearly remembered telling himself that he'd only watch her for a few minutes before going back. However, more than 20 minutes of watching the even rise and fall of her chest and he still hadn't had the will to move away yet. He ran his hand over his face but paused as he noticed how his arm's shadow moved across her body. Carefully he moved his arm letting the shadow of his hand run over her body and gently caress her face. It was oddly amusing; as if his shadow was able to touch what he could not.

His amusement was cut short though when the woman's steady breath changed pattern. Slowly he lowered his hand believing that the shadow had woken her and he was about to fly away from the window when a new scent reached his sensitive nose. He couldn't quite place it at first, but as he watched her begin to writhe and moan he realized that she was aroused. If watching her simply sleep was wrong then now it was even more reason to move away from her window. But he couldn't. Much like a spider that emits false pheromones to lure in prey, Vegeta had found himself unable to leave until she finally settled again.

Slowly over time, the sickening feeling had disappeared into a feeling of acceptance as he adapted his nightly viewing into his routine, which is why her absence from her room was throwing him off completely. Even if she stayed up late to work she would still be in bed before midnight lest she miss out on her 'beauty sleep', as if she needed it, but it was already past one and she was nowhere in sight. 'Where the hell is she?'

Moving down towards the kitchen, he became aware of the sound of the television playing. He snuck up to the living room and peered inside; frowning as he finally saw her, her eyes glued to the TV seemingly captivated by whatever program was on. Quietly walking up behind the couch, he looked at the set to see was on only to see someone man with a cape and a mask singing to some terrified woman.

"No!" Vegeta nearly jumped as Bulma cried out snapping his eyes down to her tense body, "Don't take off the mask, Christine." Looking back at the program he saw this 'Christine' do just as Bulma had implored her not to, dropping the mask to the ground as she screeched in terror at the man disfigured face. "Oh, Christine, you were attracted to him before. Does seeing what he looks like really trump that feeling?"

"Not everyone can be attracted to scar faced men, Woman," Vegeta decided to answer her, knowing it'd be hilarious to see her realize that she'd been caught. He wasn't disappointed.

"Ve-vegeta? What are you doing up?" Bulma asked with her hand clutched to her chest.

"I couldn't sleep so I came down for some food when I heard this racket."

"It's not a racket, it's The Phantom of the Opera. It's a famous book made movie made musical about an opera singer named Christine and a disfigured man named Erik known as the Phantom of the Opera who loved her from afar and taught her to sing as her angel of music. It's a dark romance, involving kidnapping, murder, betrayal, lust, and love and it's a brilliant story." She paused as if suddenly recalling his earlier words, "And stop being mean about Yamcha. You've got scars too."

Rolling his eyes and crossing his arms, he looked back to the set to see what was going on now, seeing a more normal looking man, done up to look wealthy and sophisticated talking to the woman from before.

"Yamcha wouldn't be Erik anyway. If anything he'd be Raoul, the safe, romantic love interest from Christine's past. Erik is a dark love interest that Christine is afraid of but secretly attracted to. There's a bit of a fight with her feelings but in the end she decides that her feelings for Erik are too terrifying to deal with, after all he killed people just to make her a star and love him, so instead she decides to marry Raoul."

"Sounds like the typical romance stories you'd be into."

"Excuse me, Vegeta, but you don't know anything about me."

"You said it yourself, Woman, that idiot would be the safe, romantic route therefore you being with him would dictate that you prefer a safe romance over a dark passion." Then, deciding to play with her a bit, he smirked cruelly, "Then again, you did seem to be favoring the phantom character back there. Perhaps you have a secret fantasy you're not aware of. Maybe you're waiting for some dark, man you can't see to sneak into your bedroom and give you reason to question your true desires."

Surprisingly she didn't snap at him for making such a suggestion. Instead, she blushed brightly and turned away from him. More importantly than that her scent changed to the one he had only come across while she slept, dreaming as she twisted and moaned while he calmly watched with rapt attention. 'Could it be? Could her desires be as sick and twisted as my own? Instead of relying on my shadow, what would it be like to actually touch her?' He wanted to shake the appealing thought out of his head before it took over.

He was brought out of his dark thoughts by the sudden silence of the TV being turned off. "Well, I'm off to bed. Sweet dreams, Vegeta."

"Off to make your own ending to the movie, Woman?" He asked, watching her reaction carefully.

She laughed lightly, "Oh please, Vegeta, that's a little too cliché even for my tastes." Her laughed died as she realized what she'd admitted to and a lovely blush graced her watched as she quickly turned and walked out of the room, her attempt to avoid Vegeta seeing her obvious blush causing her to miss the heated look in his eyes and the dark smirk on his face.

"Sweet dreams indeed."

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