Chapter 4 -!! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed / read this! It means a lot to me :)

Hope I have not made them too ooc. But only you lot can be the judge of that; if I have then please let me know, cos I want to keep them in as much IN character as possible.

Happi reading ...

Bulma sat by the bed where the prince lay, completely unaware of his surroundings, his face expressionless, motionless.

He had no idea that for the best part of the night, the blue haired girl had stayed by his side, anxiously worrying about this man she could not drag her eyes from. Her father had assured her that he was going to be fine with enough bed-rest, but she couldn't help the fear and panic that she felt in her heart.

12 hours earlier, she had come running out of the house to find the GR in rubbles, with the prince trapped underneath. She had dragged him up to his room, a place she was not familiar with, which was down the hall from her own. It was meticulously clean; everything had its own place, folded, put away - Bulma wondered if he had ever truly slept there; it looked like the room had never been used! The thought had entered her head that perhaps he slept in the GR machine, only coming into the house for food before continuing training. She shook her head. Just the sort of thing he would do. Probably would sleep with the gravity level increased thinking it would help him become super saiyan. Stupid monkey man!

Her father had helped her put him on the bed, whilst she tended to the broken prince. Bulma had tenderly treated each of his wounds, carefully wrapping them in bandages. Her father went about assessing his condition, comforting Bulma that it was nothing too serious, and that he would live to blow up another gravity room soon. His daughter looked less than convinced, deciding that she would stay with him until he woke, just to be sure. And so she had, unaware that from time to time she would be scrutinised by a passing Yamcha.

He couldn't understand why his girlfriend was taking so much interest in the alien, especially the one that had been responsible for his death. Yet there she was, never leaving his side. He didn't understand it – hadn't this been the same person she had complained had given her so much work to do, the one that treated her parents like shit? It was bad enough that she had even offered Vegeta a place to stay, but caring for him in such a way...he was so confused by her behaviour. He knew that Bulma was irrational and impulsive in her decisions, yet this was ridiculous. He had flinched when she had held Vegeta in her arms in amongst the rubble – he didn't want his girl to be anywhere near such a monster.

But what hurt the most was the look of concern she had for the Prince – she had never given him the same look, so full of fear and apprehension; he knew she never would. With a sigh, and a shake of his head, he carried on down the hallway.

Bulma rubbed reddened eyes. He looks so peaceful in his sleep...so handsome. She admired his chiseled features, a small smile creeping on her face. She cocked her head to one side, lazily resting 

it on one hand. Her eyes began to close – she was fighting to stay awake, determined to be so when he finally came round to being conscious. But she found herself losing the battle, soon succumbing to a deep dreamless sleep.

He stood in what seemed like a black cavernous hole. Everywhere he looked there was darkness, an almost comforting nothingness. Suddenly, the image of Kakarrot and the boy from the future appeared before him, standing motionless, and their faces blank. He grimaced at their arrival, moving into his fighting stance. Instantly the two in front of him turned super saiyan, each sharing the same satisfied grin. He knew they were mocking him. He started to power up, shouting obscenities at the pair. Their grins only grew wider, their emerald eyes staring him down. They knew, as well as he did, the prince had lost his battle...

His mind slowly drifted, away from harsh light, away from the reality of the world he had come to know, back to a distant memory he had shared with his father.

'Goodbye pests' the little prince said as he watched thousands of pods flying out to many unsuspecting planets, about to meet there doom. His father turned to him.

'Vegeta you come from a strong blood line and you possess the power to join the super elite of all saiyans. Never forget where you're from, and train very hard my son; because, if you have proven yourself worth, perhaps one day you will become a supersaiyan.'

I haven't forgotten what you said father. I haven't forgotten my destiny. And now I know I will be stronger than Kakarrot! I am a supersaiyan!!' his laughter echoing all around him.

Vegeta woke up with a start, his head elevated above the pillow. He took a deep breath of air, as he gathered his surroundings. Only a dream. His head fell back, exhaling. His eyes shut in concentration as he tried to slow his breathing down, but all he saw was the two super saiyans, their bodies gleaming with a golden aura.

Shaking his head quietly, he slowly reopened his eyes, finally recognising where he was. What am I doing in my room? I should be in the gravity chamber training...so I can wipe that look of kakarrot's face.

All too quickly the memory of the explosion came back to him. He wordlessly cursed himself for being so foolish and reckless. Slowly he began to mentally check his body to see the damage. Finding himself bandaged up he knew that the woman must have taken care of him after he blacked out. Fainting and leaving myself vulnerable to such a woman – it is non-excusable, he shouted in his head, trying hard to bury the uncomfortable feeling of gratitude.

Bulma let a small sigh in her sleep. It did not go unnoticed by the sensitive ears of the saiyan, who directly and defensively turned his head to see what made the noise.

He had been unaware that he was not alone in the room, and usually she was so noisy, he would always be aware of her presence. What is she doing here? His black onyx eyes rolled down her face, examining her features. She looked so peaceful asleep, the only movement, the only sound coming from when she breathed.



Vegeta had always admired her beauty; he had never seen anyone who could, or would, compare to her. Saiyan woman were scarce, they rarely survived childbirth, and those that were left were nothing to be desired. Even those that were considered 'beautiful' had the build more similar to an earthling man, than a woman. Whereas Bulma's slender form had caught his eye since the day he saw her on Namek. Whether he was aware of it or not was questionable, but it was most evident now as he stared at her intently. She was slim, but had curves in all the right places, not to mention a fiery temper to boot. A smirk interrupted his face as he thought of her stubbornness. She has more saiyan qualities than that idiot Kakarrot.

It seemed that the mention of his rivals name snapped him out of the daydream he was having. His eyes widened as he realised what he had just thought, taking his eyes of his career to stare irritably at the ceiling. Sickening! How could I even think that a woman like her could have great saiyan qualities? My time here on earth is really affecting me. I am becoming too soft, and distracted by a little meaningless woman. And an earth woman no less! Weak and pathetic. Vegeta stared fleetingly at Bulma, his eyes mixed with emotions and confusion. Ergh – I must train.

Bulma was furious. She had woken up to find the prince not in his bed, sending her into a fit of panic and worry. Under her breath, she cursed herself for being so stupid in falling asleep. She didn't have to look very far to find him; there were only two places, other than his bedroom. Not finding him in the kitchen, she knew exactly where he'd be. Her father had another capsule that contained a spare gravity room; they had anticipated that it might get blown up due to the Saiyan's strength. She had pleaded with her father not to set it up so that Vegeta may be tricked into resting a while longer while they would 'fix' the GR, but it looked like her father had completely ignored his daughter's request.

Bulma couldn't believe he was training so soon after getting hurt. She had tried to convince him to rest, so that he could heal properly, but to no avail.

'STOP IT Vegeta! You are in NO condition to be doing this right now!' She had screamed through the video intercom. 'I know you don't want to believe I, but you are made of flesh and blood!

Vegeta stared at the screen, anger boiling up inside of him. How dare she interrupt my training session with her incessant babble. 'Stop pestering me woman! Leave me alone!' He had lost his balance at that point, falling to the floor, much to Bulma's concern – though she didn't let it show.

'You KNOW I'm right! WHY DON'T YOU UST KEEP QUIET AND DO AS I SAY?' Vegeta grimaced, barley containing his anger. 'Nothing to say? Well that's good. Now go back to bed and get some rest.'

'Not yet – I do have something to say!' Bulma looked down in interest.

'uh? What is something wrong? OR maybe you're finally going to apologise to me? If that's the case then let's hear it! '

'LEAVE ME ALONE!!'

So rude, Bulma had thought to herself.



A few hours had passed since that last confrontation, and she was now waiting for him in the kitchen, where she knew he would have to come sooner or later. He had not gone to bed like she had asked him to, but continued with his training. That arrogant ASSHOLE! Thinking he can just go about doing what he likes when he is a GUEST at MY house! Well, if he thinks he is going to get away with this then he is sadly mistaken.

Soon enough, the whirring of the GR machine stopped, the light turned off shortly afterwards. He's going to get it now, Bulma thought with a smile on her face.

Sure enough, within seconds the unsuspecting prince walked through the kitchen door, noticing that he was not alone, as he quickly glanced up at the angry blue-haired girl who was glaring at him from where she was, leaning against the counter top. He tried to ignore her, as he made his way to the fridge but he could feel her eyes on him, drawing, almost daring him into an argument.

"What are you staring at woman?"

"HEY! YOU have NO RIGHT to be talking to me like that. You are staying at my house buddy!"

Vegeta visibly rolled his eyes. He had heard this speech a thousand times, but it was always an amusement, arguing with this woman that is. He enjoyed their battle of wits, knowing that rolling his eyes would start her off on a rampage. And indeed it did.

"Don't you dare roll your eyes at me mister! I've given you everything here, a place to stay, food – and god knows you eat more than anyone else in this house – as well as a gravity chamber, so would it be too much to ask that you don't BLOW UP MY HOUSE EVERY CHANCE YOU GET? OR even show ME the SMALLEST amount of RESPECT?"

Vegeta's trade mark frown and smirk returned. "And what makes you think I should show you, a lowly earth girl, 'respect' as you so call it?"

Bulma waved an angry fist at Vegeta, in full battle stance, watching as Vegeta took of the remains of the bandages. She couldn't help but stare at his muscular chest as she shouted at him.

"Because I am the one who built you a gravity chamber so that YOU could train to become your beloved super saiyan and defeat the androids. And do I hear one word of thanks? NO. NOTHING! You can't even remember my name!"

Vegeta took two steps towards her, his frown growing even larger. "You should know your place WOMAN." He exaggerated the last word, to make it clear that this was his name for her.

"My PLACE? I know my place you bastard, and its right here!" She pointed down to the floor, she too taking a few two steps forward. She has meant to say something a little more intelligent, but it was all she could think of. Why was it every time she was around him, her thoughts would turn to nonsensical mush? They now stood with but an inch apart, staring into each other's eyes, neither one of them wanting to break the glare first.

Vegeta stared at the blue-haired goddess, his pulse racing. No one had ever spoken to him like this before, they didn't dare to. He was the prince, a prince of a mighty warrior race. And this, 'girl', a mere child, had the audacity to argue back with him, on a daily basis. Not that he didn't enjoy their 

arguments; in fact, he rather looked forward to them. They were a release for him after the agonizing training sessions he would put his body through - but only if they were on his terms.

This woman has no power what so ever, I could defeat her, kill her with one blow. Yet she still insists on arguing and questioning me on my every move. He watched her with an intense fascination. She looked especially beautiful this evening; her hair had been let loose, the blue curls falling down her face. Vegeta remembered the kindness she had shown him this morning. He winced at the thought of the word 'kindness'. Why does she care whether I live or die? Whether I am hurt or not? He gave her another fleeting look. He didn't understand this woman. She was far too complicated to work out. She would shout at him, (that part he enjoyed), but then she would start the whole caring thing, worrying about him.

Bulma stood, transfixed by his eyes. His dark beautiful eyes. God he's handsome. She suddenly became aware of how close he was to her. She could feel his breath, smell his scent. He smells so good. Her thoughts were interrupted by Vegeta, taking yet another step forward. They were very close now, she was touching his chest. Bulma's face changed swiftly from anger to confusion, trying her upmost to hide her lust and wanting to put her arms around his neck. Vegeta was staring down into her aqua blue eyes, not really knowing what he was doing. He had a sudden urge to be close to her. Why, he hadn't a clue.

He could smell her deadly perfume; hear her breathe, which quickened as he stepped closer. He smirked at the thought of her being scared of him so close. He loved he control he had over her.

Bulma saw the smirk, making the look of confusion deepen. Was he enjoying being so close to her? Get over yourself Bulma. He's probably just thinking of ways he can kill you.

Then, she felt it. A hand, Vegeta's hand, had placed itself on her roughly waist, drawing her even closer to him.

"You forget who you are talking to woman" His voice was coaxing her. She felt the air tickle her chin as he spoke to her. Their noses were almost meeting. She jumped a little at the gentleness of his voice, but soon regained composure.

"I know exactly who I'm speaking to" she replied in a sickly sweet mocking tone. Vegeta raised an eyebrow. "An arrogant stuck up prince", responded poking her finger at bare chest. God what am I doing. He could kill me anytime. She swallowed hard.

Bulma gathered enough courage to drag her glance from his chest to his eyes. She saw them gleam and shimmer in the evening light. Why does he have to be so handsome? And smell so god damn good?

They stood there staring at each other, silently admiring the other's form. Bulma didn't quite understand what was going on, but she knew that just having him near her was making her heart beat faster.

Slowly, she began to unconsciously move her head towards his. She knew that in any other circumstances this would have been a move that would almost certainly of lead to her death. But right now, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.



Vegeta saw her face coming towards him, her eyes slowly closing. He knew what she was intending to do to him. For a moment he thought about running out of the door, the GR machine beckoning out to him. He looked down at the woman and smirked. She wanted him, and he was never one to run away from a situation.

He began to move towards her, his mouth destined for hers.

She began to feel his hot breath on her lips. Her heart skipped a beat.

Just as she was about to surrender her lips to his, there was a loud slam of a door.

"BULMA!"

Haha – I am so evil. Lol I was going to carry on but it would of been tooooooooooooooo long. So I hope this is ok,please review and tell me what you think – if this is ok / or whether I am actually able to keep them in character or not :S

Hopefully the next chapter will be up before too long. Please let me know what you think

Bi for now xxx