Chapter 6

Hehe so chapter 6! I actually have the whole story planned more or less now – but every time I begin writing I change it lol – I guess that's just the way it goes. I hope you are enjoying it so far! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed! I love you guys xx

As always italics are for when the characters think

Disclaimer; I do not own dragon ball z, nor do any other fanfiction writers, unless Akira Toriyama is actually a fanfic writer – now wouldn't that be cool??

Bulma clung to the covers and quickly pulled them over her head, hoping to block out the sunlight that was now pouring in from her window. It was a routine she was now far too familiar with. After her break up with Yamcha, Bulma had taken to her bed, where she had stayed for the week. She knew that he was not going to do such an 'emotional' thing like morning their relationship, so she had satisfied herself that this overreacting was compensation for him.

For the first few days, she had cried her eyes out, not knowing particularly why. She had made the decision to split up, not him. She knew that breaking up with him was the best thing for her, but she couldn't help feeling at a loss. This was her first love, a man she had been going out for ten years! She had grown up with him...but maybe that was the problem.

Bulma knew his ways too well – their relationship was like a routine. He would forget their anniversary every year, and even forgot it was her birthday that one time, when Goku had reminded him. Yes he would treat her well at times, take her out to the movies or dinner...tell her that he loved her...But he never was IN love with me... Kami! We were more like friends than...well whatever the hell we were. I mean I used to catch him with other girls- he used to treat them more like girlfriends than me. No I deserve someone better. Someone who LOVES me. And not just a passing interest. I want, hell no, I DESERVE some passion in my life, to be treated right, not like that scumbag used to treat me! I mean look at me I am beautiful and intelligent, and , and , old...and...I AM NEVER GOING TO FIND LOVE AGAIN!!

And so the rest of the week followed, with Bulma swiftly changing her mood from anger to despair. She hated the thought of being alone, and even though she knew she could get anyone she wanted, she felt so nervous, after all, she had been in the security of a 'relationship' for so long.

By the second week, she had decided that sitting in bed whimpering and whining was not going to help the situation. Her mother had coerced her out of bed, allowing her father to tempt her into coming back to work – (he was truly lost without her brain).

Bulma threw herself into her projects, working days and nights, many without taking a break, though the work she was getting done was hardly up to her usual standard.

She was trying her best to block out all her thoughts and just concentrate, but she found that was an impossible task. Not only was her brain preoccupied with the 'lying cheating bastard!', but she couldn't help but think of Vegeta and what had happened, or what was going to of happened if her mother hadn't of come home.

He was going to kiss me...she thought staring into space. She let out a huge sigh. After all those months of dreaming about his body, and wondering just what it would be like to kiss the saiyan prince- (and more), she was finally going to find out, and then her mother had ruined it all! And then stupid Yamcha had to come back and kiss me right in front of Vegeta! That guy has to ruin everything for me! She let another sigh escape. He saw me...just after he tried to kiss me my not so sensitive ass of a boyfriend comes home and plants one on me. What was up with that? He never wanted to kiss so much in public before. She shut her eyes imagining Vegeta's reaction to Yamcha grabbing her and forcing her into a kiss.

She turned and looked out the window. The GR machine was in sight from where she worked. She had purposely done that. At first it was so she could tell when and where Vegeta was going to be whilst she worked – so that she could avoid his little rants and raves, but after a few months it had become an obsession of hers to stare at his muscular body as he left and entered the GR. He is never going to look at me again. That was your one shot Bulma, and you ruined it...Kami! Why do men have to be so complicated??

Bulma continued along this line of thinking whilst she worked, not stopping the tears running down from her face. From time to time her father would walk in and hear her mumbling; 'Yamcha!' or 'Vegeta', but mostly it was 'MEN!' He just rolled his eyes and left her to it, wondering when on earth his daughter would return.

Mrs Briefs was acting completely oblivious to her daughter's troubles. Now that she was out of bed and back to work, she had assumed that everything was back to normal. She hummed as she prepared Vegeta's lunch, unaware of her daughter's plight.

Bulma entered the kitchen, seeing her mum chopping.

'Hey mom,' she sighed as she sat defeated in her chair.

'Hello hunni. Having a good day?'

'Well I've not cried yet today, so I guess you could call it good.'

Bunny beamed at Bulma, nodding her head enthusiastically. 'That's good dear.' Bulma rolled her eyes.

'Would you call Vegeta in? His lunch is ready.'

Bulma sat up straight. Although the prospect of seeing Vegeta was tempting, she felt too embarrassed about what had happened the other day in order to see him one on one.

'I'd rather not mom. Can't you just call him on the video screen?'

'I would if he hadn't of blown the communication system inside the GR'

'HE DID WHAT?!'

'Now now dear. You can't blame him for wanting a little privacy.'

'PRIVACY!? Mom he lives at OUR house, eats OUR food, and treats us like slaves!'

'Well he can't help that. He is a prince after all'

'Yeah – a prince of three people', Bulma coughed under her breath.

'And he has been training very hard. Especially this week, I barely see him at all...' Bunny gave a dreamy sigh.

Bulma had missed Vegeta's presence to, even their arguments and fights. She couldn't help but wonder if he was avoiding her... Shaking her head she drew herself back to reality.

'Yeah well...at least I've gotten some peace and quiet without his high and mighty strutting all over the place'

She folded her arms and slumped back in her chair.

'Bulma – he's working very hard so he can get big and strong so he can defeat the androids...'

Bulma had to suppress a laugh. Her mother sounded like she was talking about a toddler.

'So you are going to go in and tell him that his lunch is ready . I won't have that boy starving'

She looked at her daughter with a huge smile on her face. Bulma eventually relented, grumpily standing up and walking out of the door, making her way to the GR machine, in what was going to be her first time in seeing the Prince since their 'moment'. I am so going to regret this.

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I should have just walked away. He threw another punch at his invisible enemy. I should have just walked away, and left her there...what the fuck is wrong with me?

I need to just concentrate on becoming a super saiyan and defeating that simpleton Kakarrot. Then I can get off this stupid mud ball planet and leave.

Vegeta had told himself this over and over in the last fortnight. Attempting to distract himself from 'other' things, he had thrown himself into an intense training regime. He spent all his time in the Gravity room, only entering the house to get food. He had even taken to sleeping there. He didn't want to see her, feeling too ashamed about what had almost happened. A prince should never lose his dignity, and he had come very close to doing so.

But every time he'd shut his eyes, he was back there, in the kitchen. Her scent, her lips, her breath on his skin. The nights were the worst. He would dream of her, in ways he had never dreamt of anyone else. He would hold her, kiss her, and claim her as his own. These dreams would fade away with the sunlight each morning, but with the darkness each night his dreams were plagued with her.

She had woken something deep within him; even he knew not what it was. He wanted, no he felt the need to be around her. He wanted to feel those soft red lips on his own; he wanted to tell her that she belonged to him and him alone. But he would not allow it. These urges were suppressed by his anger and the obsession with becoming stronger, but not forgotten.

He had known that the woman had taken to her bed after the kitchen incident; the blonde bimbo had told him all about it. Why she would cry over Scarface he had no idea. He didn't really know why she would want to mate with such a weakling in the first place. Vegeta shuddered as he remembered the kiss he was forced to watch – the kiss stolen from her by that idiot – the kiss that should have been his. He had left the room as quickly as possible – he really didn't want to see the disgusting display of emotion.

Her in his arms, his lips on hers...

Once again he felt the jealously run through his veins, as he attacked one side of the GR, causing a small explosion.

She s just a stupid earthling – and a vulgar one at that, he thought trying to calm himself down. She thinks too highly off herself, thinks too much of her own appearance, and has a most difficult manner. Vegeta smirked. She has the attitude of a saiyan that is for sure...but it does not change what she is, nor what I am. I am a Prince of a mighty warrior race, and no one, especially a little earth girl, will stop me from claiming my birth right

His trail of thought was interrupted by a small, but audible knock on the GR door...

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This is ridiculous. Bulma stood outside the GR, staring at the door. Why am I nervous? It's just Vegeta.

That was the problem.

She took a deep breath and knocked on the door. No answer. Well he's not used to anyone knocking; I doubt he even knows what knocking is. She snorted, remembering all the times he would enter her room without even checking she was decent. She gave a sad smile, funny how times changed; what she wouldn't give for Vegeta to bombard her room now.

Giving a sigh, she gave another knock, louder this time. No response. What the hell is wrong with him? She looked around the machine. It was definitely on, so he had to be in there. What if he knew it was her knocking. I knew it! I just knew he was avoiding me – that coward! For all the talk about him being proud – ergh- what an arrogant prick! She knocked again, this time more urgently. Why am I still knocking, he obviously doesn't want to see me, speak to me. She felt tears well up in her eyes and a lump in her throat. No! No more crying over stupid men – you promised yourself that Bulma.

Bulma stared the door. She gasped at a sudden realisation. What if he's hurt? Images of him lying on the floor, his face and body, covered in blood; cuts and bruises everywhere. O god She knew how bad he had been after the gravity chamber had exploded. What if he was unconscious? Lying on the floor – not being able to hear me – or answer the door.

She needed to know he was alright, just for her sanity's sake. She raised her hand to knock once more, but before her hand could feel the door, than it had been yanked out of her grasp, revealing the prince.

Bulma opened her mouth to say something, but could not find any words, not that she knew what she was going to say anyway. He was standing there, his bare chest gleaming from the sweat in the afternoon sun. She couldn't help herself from staring. Wow he looks good...that chest...those muscles...

Vegeta looked her, taking in her whole presence. His eyes slowly rolled up and down her body, all the while trying to keep a nonchalant expression on his face. Bulma was too busy admiring his own body to notice the glint in his eye. He had always admired her body, and it looked especially good to him right now, her dress fluttering in the wind. He could never understand why a woman with such a loud mouth attitude had been blessed with such a body. Compensation, he thought to himself. He found himself suppressing the urge to pin her against the wall...

He scowled reminding himself that this was just a weakling, an earthling, shaking his head, forcing the images that his mind was creating.

Grimacing with the effort, he grunted at her. 'What do you want woman?'

Bulma was interrupted from her appreciative glares. She rapidly realised that that her hand was still in mid-air and her mouth was gaping. Quickly she lowered her hand, and closed her mouth, thinking of her response.

'My mum wanted me to tell you that your lunch is ready.' She crossed her arms. 'And because SOMEONE blew up the communication system, I had to come out and tell you.'

Vegeta scoffed, and made to turn back inside; closing the door behind him, but Bulma's voice stopped him.

'That's it? Don't I even get a thank you?' her hands on her hips.

Vegeta turned around, in his usual stance, hands crossed against his chest, smirk plastered on his face. He had missed her fighting spirit these last few weeks.

'And what makes you think you deserve that from me?'

'Ha! You really think that you are so high and mighty, don't you Vegeta. But what you forget is that you are a guest at my house. I think a thank you is the very least you owe us. The least you owe ME!'

'Owe you?' Vegeta gritted his teeth. 'I owe you nothing. You forget your place, and who you are talking to woman. I am a Prince and –'

'Yeah yeah – I know – you are a prince of all saiyans – you need no one. But the thing is Vegeta you do, whether you like it or not. My mum cooks for you ALL the time. I mean, you wouldn't have some where to train if it wasn't for me.' She gave a smile of pure victory on her face.

'I admit the woman's food is a plus for staying here and putting up with you' he really wanted to wipe that smile off her face, and succeeded.

'Putting up with me? Is that how you see it?' She tried to hide the disappointment in her face and voice. She scowled. 'Well every time the GR machine breaks I am the one to fix it – get it working again. All so you can have it to become the super saiyan you so desire.'

'Woman I desire no help from you – you are an annoyance as well as a distraction.'

A distraction? How the hell to I distract him? It's him that distracts me – baka. Always barging into my lab, my room – demanding stuff from me. Fix this – mend this – do it by tomorrow or you're dead...

It was then that she noticed the smoke coming from one side of the GR inside. She uncrossed her arms, leaning herself to one side, her head cocked to get a better look at what was causing it.

'Woman, are you listening to me?' Vegeta noticed her attention to him waning. He wanted her to go away; he had meant what he had said – she was a definite distraction. Every time she was near him, he could find that he could think of nothing else but wanting her.

Bulma forgot her verbal sparring match with the prince, and began to walk towards the door of the GR. Vegeta was taken aback by her sudden movements towards him, wondering what she was planning to do. His muscles tensed as she brushed past him, but she kept walking – straight to where he had blasted the wall moments before she had interrupted him. He smirked. He knew how angry she was getting, he could feel a slight influx in the little chi she had.

'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY MACHINE?'

She turned around to face him, daring him to fight back. 'I have had it up to here with you and you're CONSTANT NEED to destroy everything I build. You obliterate all my bots in less than two hours of me building them, and you've already blown up the gravity room once before – would it kill you to be A LITTLE MORE CARFUL? '

'Woman – I train how I want to. It is not my fault that your work is inferior. Maybe you should try to build something that is actually worthy of me using.'

'How DARE YOU - YOU ASSHOLE! I have done all this for you so that you could get strong – and all I get is this shit in return.' Motioning to him as she spoke.

Vegeta scoffed, 'It is all you deserve.'

Bulma's eyes narrowed, biting back the tears that had started to emerge from his words. She did not want to show her weakness in front of this man, knowing full well that he would exploit it.

'I was so wrong about you – you really are a hard callus bastard.' She couldn't help the tears that started trickling down her cheeks. She let out a hollow laugh as she spoke, 'and to think, I actually started to believe that everyone was wrong about you.'

She turned to him. 'But I guess they were right huh? You are nothing more than a low-life. Prince of all saiyans – and yet Goku – a third rate saiyan as you keep saying - is so much stronger than you.'

Vegeta clenched his fist. 'Woman' he hissed at her through his teeth.

Bulma ignored his warning tone, tears now streaming down his face. 'He is so much stronger than you. I bet he can defeat the Androids by himself, so why are you even bothering training? I mean he is a super saiyan after all. And what are you? Nothing – you are NOTHING to NO - ONE!'

It became all too much for him. Her words had cut him. He had flung himself at her, pinning her against the wall, her wrists firmly in his grasp, against the wall. Bulma was dazed. She yelped slightly as her head came into contact with the hard steel behind her.

She looked up at Vegeta, his eyes burning into her. She saw the unhidden anger that flickered beneath the cool black exterior.

'Vegeta let me go!' She said in a panicked stricken voice.

Vegeta smirked – he liked having her so close, and enjoyed the control he had over her. He had her right where he wanted her.

'You're hurting me' She tried endlessly it seemed to get her hands out of his iron grasp. But failed. She stood limp in his hands. She was sure that if he let go of her now she would fall to the floor.

'You do not know the life I have led woman – you do not know me or who I am. I am stronger than your fucking friend, and when I achieve my birth right, I will kill him – slowly, and you will be there to watch it.' He moved his head closer to hers. 'And then I will kill you, for being annoying.'

Bulma gulped. His mouth was so close to her own. She could feel the breath of his as he spoke those cruel words to her. Deep within her she found the courage to talk.

'I don't believe you.' She whispered to him. God why did she want him so? He had just been so cruel to her, but she wanted nothing more than this man to kiss her.

Vegeta smirked. This woman was the only one who would dare speak against him, the only one who dared to speak against him all the time.

'No?' He moved closer to her, his body pressing up against her. 'And why would that be?'

Bulma was finding it hard to breathe with him so close to her body. She could feel his hard muscles against her. Her eyes scanned over his face slowly before looking into his eyes. She could see so deep within his soul; she saw it all. The pain, the passion...the want...

She leaned her head towards him, 'because you need me. 'She pushed her lips up just a centimetre away from his own; her breathe intermingling with her own. So close. 'Because you want me'

Vegeta looked up from her lips, at which he had been staring at with an intense fascination. Here she was, the woman who had plagued his dreams for the last fortnight. The images of the things he longed to do to her wavered in his mind. She was his, with just one kiss that was it. He would never want to let go, never be able to. He would never be able to control himself. He knew that she would become a distraction beyond belief if he were to do this. Not that she isn't already. He laughed internally, keeping his face with the same cool and 'relaxed' expression that he had had before.

Those eyes. Those cool aqua eyes. He could get lost within them for what seemed an eternity. Was this what she wanted? He didn't want to put himself on the line, or more importantly, his pride.

Her lips came agonizing close to him. Her breath prickled against his skin.

Why won't he kiss me? Bulma was confused. Here they stood their bodies up to each other, their heads but an inch away from each other. Kiss me god dammit!

Vegeta wanted to kiss her very badly, but a nagging voice in the back of his head kept him at bay. You should not be doing this. She is a weakling – an earthling – a pathetic child. You are a prince of the saiyans – and yet here you are, wanting to show yourself to this..this...Vegeta stared at her. No! You cannot do this – you cannot allow this. You were a fool to let it get to this point, and I'd be damned if you let it go further.

He stared at her a minute longer, before grimacing with the effort of gathering up the strength to do what he knew he had to do.

He pushed himself away from her. The shock of not having his body support her anymore, caused Bulma to drop to the floor, landing in a heap. Vegeta walked back away from her, trying to fight the urge to walk back, pick her up and kiss her with a furious passion. He forced his hands to stay by his side, clenching his fists.

Bulma looked up at him in disbelief and confusion. 'V-Vegeta?'

Vegeta looked at her one moment more, before turning his face away from her. 'You need to leave'

'Vegeta?' She couldn't understand what was going on.

'Woman – you need to leave.' He stared to walk towards the control panel, planning to train until the urge to touch her was purged from his mind. 'Now'

Bulma bit her lip, trying to stop the tears that were starting to form in her eyes. Without a second thought, she ran out of the GR, slamming the door behind her. She ran straight to her room, locking herself in, throwing herself on the bed, and finally allowing the tears to roll down her cheeks.

Rrrrrrrrrr poor Bulma – and stupid veggie – I did continue writing this chapter – but it knda just naturally ended there – I have written half of chapter 7 already so hopefully you won't have to wait as long as you did for this one - gomen!

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Chapter 7 should not be long...

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