Ok – 2nd chapter – sorri it took so long – I got distracted by re-watching Hana yori dango (I LOVE that show lol) I was going to make this longer, but I think it just naturally finished where it does now – (does that make sense?) Thanks to everyone who commented / favourited or just read this. Very much appreciated Anywho – here it is – enjoy! : )

Disclaimer; I don't own Dragon Ball Z...but I have a plan...

Bulma looked in the mirror begrudgingly. She hated looking at herself this early in the morning; she needed time to prepare beforehand – make-up and so on. Clutching the hairbrush lying on her dressing room table, she began to comb it through her hair, which at this point in time very much resembled a bird's nest. 'Maybe I should cut it – it's getting to long to handle,' she wondered aloud.

Sliding into her slippers and dressing gown, she traipsed down the staircase towards the kitchen, her hand gliding along the smooth banister. Making her way through the numerous corridors, she pulled her dressing gown tighter, in order to provide more warmth, her slippers making a gentle pattering as they made their way along the tiled floor.

Grabbing for a glass from one of the cabinets, she filled it with cool water from the drinking tap. As she began to quench her thirst, her eyes began to wonder the garden, visible from the window in front of her. They settled on the gravity chamber. The lights were off, meaning he wasn't in there. She smiled to herself; so the Saiyan prince does sleep after all. A small giggle escaped her.

Tipping the remaining water out into the sink, she placed the glass on the side. It was such a pretty day out; the sun was shining, not a cloud in the sky. It was not every day that she got the chance to see the sun this early, but the work load she had to do was ridiculous.

Bulma stared out, looking at all the colours blending together. Yet something caught her eye, it didn't quite fit such a picturesque scene. At first she thought it was a smudge on the window, and proceeded to try and wipe it off with her dressing gown. Her efforts failed miserably, leaving her confused as to what it was. As she looked closer, she could see that it had almost human like qualities; a nose, mouth...

She quickly turned around to see that the shadowy figure calmly leaning against the far wall, obviously amused by Bulma's foolishness.

'VEGETA!' Bulma screamed as loud as she could, forgetting what time it was and that the rest of the house was still asleep. 'What do you think you are doing? You can't just creep up on people like that!'

'I am a prince, I go where I like.' A large smirk sat comfortably on his face. 'I believe I have told you that before.'

'Well not while you are staying at my house you don't!' she crossed her arms, matching his stance. 'What were you doing watching me anyway? I would have thought you would have better things to do with your time than scare me.'



Vegeta sensed the mocking tone in her voice. He decided to ignore her question; it was too much of a complicated answer, that he didn't quite understand himself. 'The bots – are they finished?'

'Yes they are. I finished them yesterday afternoon,' she answered obediently, still confused as to why exactly he had been standing in the dark corner observing her.

'All 8?'

'Yes. Why? Don't you believe me?' Bulma hands slipped onto her hips, in a challenging position.

Vegeta looked at the blue haired girl. Maybe she did have some value to him, well, enough not to kill her ... for now.

'Fine. Bring them to me in the gravity chamber, I wish to train some more before that irritating woman serves me lunch.' With this he turned as to exit the room.

'HEY!' Vegeta swerved round to see the woman striding towards him, her finger pointing at him in a dangerous fashion.

'Don't you dare talk about my mum like she's some sort of slave! I know you like to think it, but we are not here to serve you!' Bulma prodded him with her finger. 'Now apologise.'

He looked at her stunned; no one spoke to him like this. How dare she! A large frown grew across his face, as he clenched both his fists. 'Apologise? For what?'

'For scaring me for a start dumbass! Don't Saiyans have any manners? You sneaking around in dark corners, Goku's table manners...you're all the same!' Bulma pointed her nose in the air, as to show her disgust.

Vegeta waved his tightened fist at her. 'How dare you compare me to Kakarrot! I am nothing like that insubordinate low life! I am a prince, above all other saiyans, and he...he is a liability!'

Bulma turned to look at him. Staring at the floor muttering, he seemed to be trying harder to convince himself rather than her.

'Whatever Vegeta.' She sighed, waving a limp hand at him. She had grown bored of all the 'Kakarrot' talk a long time ago, and it was too early in the morning to start this conversation again.

Vegeta grunted, and stood up straight. Even at his tallest, he could not reach her height, though his hair did make up for some of the lost space between them.

Bulma looked at him, who in turn was glaring at her. Was it possible that his muscles had actually doubled in size since yesterday? She stared in awe, her eyes inspecting every bit of his toned arms. Even Goku didn't have this much muscles, or maybe he did, she just hadn't noticed. However, whilst telling herself that asking Vegeta to take off his shirt so she could have a better look was probably not the best idea, she noticed something.

'You're bleeding!' she told him, taking hold of his upper arm as she did.



'What? O that.' He flicked his arm attempting to throw off her grip, but failed, as her nails began to dig deeper into his skin. 'Get off me woman, I do not need your help!'

'Who said I was offering it?' she said unconvincingly, her face portraying the upmost concern. She gave him a weak smile. 'Look. If you're going to have any chance at defeating kar...Goku, and the androids, you are going to have to be in fighting shape, right?'

Vegeta looked at her. She was a determined woman, he'd give her that.

Bulma was relieved when he finally complied and followed her up to her bedroom. She walked straight in, and began to rummage in her closet and drawers to find the first aid kit she had somewhere. Vegeta stood in the hallway, leaning against the door frame. He hadn't been in this room before; come to think of it he hadn't been in much of the building. The gravity room, kitchen and his bedroom pretty much sufficed his needs. His eyes darted around the room; it was too pink for his liking, and smelt...clean.

'Aha!' Bulma exclaimed as she produced a large box from the bottom of her closet. She beamed as she raised it above her head. 'Found it!'

She set it down on the bed, and started to fumble for the bandages. She looked up at the hallway to see Vegeta staring at her with a scowl.

'Well don't just stand there! How am I supposed to put these on with you all the way over there?'

He stood still for a moment more before walking over to her, although he refused to sit on the bed, and had to be pushed down.

Bulma looked at the cut. It was deep, bruised around the edges. It looked old. She started to clean it up. 'Are there pieces of glass in this cut?'

'How am I supposed to know? You're the one looking at it.'

She let that one go. 'How the hell would you get glass in here?' Then she remembered; 'It's not when you broke that window?'

Vegeta shrugged.

'But that was weeks ago!!' Bulma continued to clean up the wound. He'd been walking around with glass in his arm for...what?...thee weeks? How could she not of noticed he was hurt? Even if he was an ass, he still needed looking after, and who else was going to make sure was still in one piece at the end of each day.

She carefully tucked the bandage up, and started to pack back the things in box. Looking up briefly, she caught his eye as he was watching her. His eyes were so dark; two never ending holes that bore into her. The onyx eyes held her own bright blue in a stare; both watching each other, neither breaking the gaze. Bulma looked carefully; his eyes gave away so much more than his character ever did. They glinted in the morning sun, and Bulma could have sworn she saw ...something...but how could she be sure...

'BULMA?'



Bulma let out a scream, and jumped up when she heard Yamcha's voice. What was he doing here? Then she remembered she had promised to spend the morning with him. She looked over at her clock. It was half seven. What the hell was he doing here so early? Such an idiot! She suddenly caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. She was still in her dressing gown, her hair was roughly tied up in a bun.

I look a mess! Why'd he have to come now? She flicked through her dresses, wondering which one to wear for the day. Eventually she had decided, and shut the closet door, but as she did, she noticed Vegeta in the mirror. He was sitting on the floor; (Bulma had jumped up from the bed so suddenly, that she had unbalanced Vegeta, causing him to fall). She clutched the dress tightly.

'Hey!' Bulma put her hands on her hips. 'What are you waiting for? An invitation?' She pointed to the door. 'Get out – can't you see I am trying to get changed?'

'You're the one that invited me in here!' Vegeta smirked, and then stood up. 'Besides, what makes you think I want to stay here and watch you?' With another sneer he walked out of her room, mumbling the word 'women' under his breath.

Bulma ran down the stairs. She had got ready in the fastest time she had ever done, adn it had not put her in a good mood.

'Hey, wow you look nice,' Yamcha said with a huge smile on his face.

'No thanks to you, idiot! You think you can just turn up like this?'

'Err' Yamcha laughed nervously. 'I'm sorry Bulma; I guess I'm all outta sinc, what with training and all, I'm beginning to lose sight of what's day and what's night.'

Bulma's expression softened. She knew he was lying, but she really didn't have the energy 'fine, just call next time, ok?'

Yamcha nodded, and with that they made their way out, going by Vegeta on the way out, as he made his way to the gravity chamber. Bulma looked up as they crossed his path; his eyes met hers. They passed each other silently.

Hoped you liked it. : D Please R&R and let me know what you think...

I kinda know what im gonna write in the next one, so hopefully it should not take too long to do. As long as I don't get too distracted by a certain jdrama...

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