Disclamer: I do not own DBZ...
It had been two days in the jungle, two days of hell for Bulma. She was a child of technology and was lost without the cold steel and perpetual hum of the world she helped to create with her father. Even when she had been in situations where she was not near a city, she still had at least a few capsules or at least a phone on her to survive or escape. Not any-more. Vegeta had made sure she had not received anything other than a new set of clothes to survive in the jungle, then he had just left her. "I bet he doesn't even care if I die." She thought solemnly and continued to walk through the dense foliage blindly.
Vegeta silently observed the woman battle through the jungle as he had since he had dropped her, only taking brief breaks for a quick dose of sleep when he was sure that she would be secure. He was interested to see if the new day would bring any change in her demeanour, she had fallen apart briefly and screamed for Kakarot after he had left her there,
"Kakarot"Vegeta, despite how much he denied it or pushed the thoughts away, was irritated that she called for him. He did not really know why, maybe it was his name heard in such a desperate tone that reminded him that he would always be there, one step ahead of him, a constant reminder of his failure. "No..NO"Vegeta shook his head slightly and pushed the depressing thoughts away, he would be stronger, and he would reclaim his throne, along with his rightful place above that low-class scum.
Bulma stumbled, tired and so very hot, into a clearing and collapsed to the floor, curling into a ball upon the soft mossy ground. The night was as hot as the day, with the damp air retaining heat better than a Thermos, the result was a very wet and exhausted Bulma. There was no point in being irritated with the situation, her logical mind had taken over once her emotions had dried up after the first day, not she just wanted to get out and go home.
Sitting up and looking up at the moon she sighed into the humid air and thought about the man that had put her into this position. Vegeta. Had she really touched a nerve with that last comment about Frieza? She assumed that because he was a prince he had a relatively lavish life. Although Goku had said that he had once told him a slice of his past and, whilst he would not say exactly what he had said, he had mad it clear that he did not believe Vegeta was born a monster, nor was he beyond saving. Goku had finished with one remark that suddenly hit her and made her mouth go lax in realisation of what may have caused his outburst.
"Listen Bulma, You may think that Vegeta is a typical arrogant bad guy. But from what he said before he died, it sounds like his life with Frieza was one of unimaginable pain for him, I think most people would crack from that treatment, but Vegeta stayed strong. Because that is all he had, and it still is. So don't be to harsh on him please" Goku's last words to her after she had invited Vegeta to stay where ringing in her ears as she thought about what had happened to him as a child. What could make a man as empty as Vegeta? As the moon rose in the clear, jungle sky, she pondered this as she fell into sleep.
Vegeta waited until he felt her Ki dip below her average to make his move. Stealthily he softly padded into the clearing and stood over her sleeping form. The moonlight shined down on her sweat-drenched, face which was a little flushed with exhaustion. She was beautiful. He had seen may worlds, and many people during his time as one of Frieza's butcher. Many of them where gone now, so many screams through the ashes of his destruction pierced his mind as he let his mind wonder briefly. Quickly blocking them out he sighed and looked at her peaceful form, maybe one day he would be able to come to terms with the screams of the dead, then he to could be at peace.
Snorting Vegeta pushed this weak thought from his mind and returned his attention to the blue haired specimen before him. The moonlight spilled over her pale face, making the small flushed on her cheeks more pronounced and giving her a glow in the dark jungle. Her Blue hair spilled over her head and thinned out at her shoulders, an eternal river to patch the two pools of water in her deep eyes. A stray strand of hair was flapping in her face and her face began to move in discomfort. Without knowing what he was doing, Vegeta reached down and brushed it away, leaving her face pure once again. She smiled at he loss of this distraction and briefly clasped her had around his before letting it drop back to her chest.
Stunned by her sudden movement Vegeta simply knelt over her and stared at her for a while until his thought had become clear. Rising up, cursing himself for his weakness he returned to the tree he had been watching her from to maintain his strength for the next day of observation. He was thinking about taking her home soon...soon she would beg him to be rid of this place.
(A/N) Sorry about the length and the lack of speech, this is more of a set up chapter, but I hope you enjoyed it none the less :D. It was quite relaxing to write.