Discalmer: I don't own DBZ...
(A/N): the updates may take longer at the moment because I have a few essays to do and I am also playing mass effect a lot, but I will try to get at least a chapter every few days to a week. I will probably do alternating updates with this and my other story but it depends I suppose.

The room was an inky black as Vegeta slid silently through it, drawing closer to the bed of the unsuspecting female who had provoked his actions. Although he was excited to get some revenge at last for the bitch's unbound tongue, he did not feel that comfortable with invading her living space, sure he was a cold hearted murderer, but he was also a prince and would hold onto that part of him for as long as he could.

Gently he nudged her to make sure she was asleep, before slowly (in-case she did not have any garments on whilst sleeping) he removed her heavy blanket and took in her sleeping form. The darkness enveloped her, yet he could still make out her tangled messes of blue hair twisting around her pale face.

Shaking his head he gently lifted her out of bed, walking to the window swiftly he shot out at lightning speed.

Bulma woke with a start and with a multitude of emotions rushing through her: fear, anger, confusion and shock, but most of all these was anger when she realised who had woken her up.

"Wha-VEGETA" She screamed at the man carrying her through the frozen air that lingered high above the ground. Vegeta chuckled at her tone but said sharply to her:

"Quiet woman, you bought this upon yourself and I will not hesitate to drop your loud mouth to the ground" Vegeta was already growing irritated at the shrillness of her voice in his sensitive ear, but he had a plan to keep to.

Bulma was even more irate with the offending prince and struggled against his grip screaming at him.

"Vegata! Let me down you great ape, let me do-" She shot out of his arms as Vegeta let her down.

Bulma was still in shock as she fell, her mind simply processing the information that she was falling over and over again, barely registering her distance before she screamed out in terror, was this the end?

Strong arms caught her mere meters from the ground, and the once again soared above the cloud level, Bulma sniffed and weakly hit Vegeta's chest after her traumatic experience.

"...bastard" she insulted weakly.

Vegeta smiled at the insult. The woman had no idea, his fun was just beginning as he soared towards the dense jungle on the horizon.

Bulma had not spoken since the fall and had been starring out into the distance for remainder of the journey, occasionally shifting in his arms but otherwise not moving, Vegeta thought that she might finally be accepting his superiority and with a smirk slowed down over the giant growth of foliage that was sprawling beneath them.

Unknown to Vegeta, Bulma had not been thinking about toning her attitude down with the arrogant man, no quite the opposite, she was thinking of ways that she could return the favour that he had given her; that of pouncing on you when you are completely off guard and forcing you to be compliant. Her mind worked over-time as she considered his places of weaknesses...then rethinking about this she came to the conclusion that his only real weakness was the gravity room. With this idea set in her head she relaxed and considered where Vegeta was taking her briefly before thinking about something she had thought about earlier. Vegeta's past.

The man might be murderer and a cold heard one at that, but he was not a monster, she had seen that he had been shaped into something that he was not pleased with, he loathed some aspects of this but had great pride in others, such as his Saiyan heritage. She wondered if what he could have gone through to make him turn out so...so wrong. Besides, Bulma thought with a smile to herself, if he had wanted to kill me he could have done it by now, my father could replace me as far as he is concerned, but no I am still alive. Bulma mused on this thought before simply relaxing in the prince's arms, sure she had no idea what was going to happen, but what else could she do.

Vegeta was surprised at her sudden change in body language, from rigid and scared, to soft and relaxed in a few seconds. Vegeta found his mind on two sides with this action: She had let her guard down around someone...well someone like HIM, and that was extremely weak and foolish, a fact that had been battered, ticked and poisoned into him at every available opportunity by Frieza and he followers. On the other hand she showing trust to him...him! A being who had never shown any notion of being a trustworthy companion...more a psychopathic monster. He sighed and continued to consult this in his head before he found the clearing he was looking for.

Descending he smirked at her: She may have trusted him, or she may have simply been accepting of her fate, no matter she was about to get a lesson in respect for a Saiyan prince. Dropping her unceremoniously on the moss coated ground he growled angrily at her.

"Up woman, and welcome to your punishment." he gloated as he saw her face turn from shock ton terror as she looked around at the mass of trees on all sides. Flabbergasted she turned round to him and began to argue.

"NO WAY!" She screamed at his smirking features, which only increased the smirk.

"NO, Vegeta, I am not going to stay her for any length of time, so you better take me back mister!" She finished her rand with a jab into Vegeta's chest, to which he responded by chuckling darkly and simply saying:

"No, woman I don't think I will" With this statement Vegeta started to slowly rise out of the canopy and into the sky, an arrogant smirk still etched into his face.

Bulma was furious now and simply screamed at him until he was out of sight, giving up once his speck disappeared into the distance, or so she thought. In reality Vegeta had flown in a loop to observe the consequence of his revenge.

Stalking through the bushes he levitated up to the bows of a tree and watched Bulma from beneath the foliage, mostly for his amusement, but there was something else. A revenge like this was no fun if she died before giving him the respect he deserved, so he would make sure that she was relatively safe by his standards, before returning to find her face to face.

Bulma sat down in the centre of the clearing, her tears hoarse from shouting and her cries leaking at the thought of dying in this dark forest. Vegeta would come back wouldn't he? She questioned herself as she say in the springy green floor of her temporary home.
Vegeta watched this display triumphantly, glad that he had knocked the woman down from her high horse, now she was scrambling around in the dirt like the monkey she so often claimed he was! Something small was also niggling at the very back of Vegeta's mind, he was disappointed. He was disappointed she had descended to this so quickly when she was alone, disappointed that the fire in her eyes had been drowned in tears, because life at C.C would be boring without his daily verbal spar...Shaking his head slightly he growled and focused, she needed some damned respect, and surely this would teach her...right?