Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ or ever shall.

Death in one, two, three steps away farther and farther. That's what it seemed for Vegeta nowadays. That woman, damn her what is happening to him?! Rescueing humans, mending their wounds, and caring for them? If someone had told him years ago he would be doing this, he'd kill them knowing they were mocking him. He, the Prince of Saiyans, the sole leader of a dead race, is stuck here under the roof of some genius, no worse..a human. Well..I wouldn't say stuck, he had the chance to leave, yet somewhere deep inside him, he dreaded, and didn't want to leave. What was there to leave for? Outter space held nothing but unwelcoming planets to whom he would bore and seek to destroy. No strong opponent to face. No army to tend to. Nothing. He had no companions, no allies, but he did have a purpose and a goal. Reaching to become Super Saiyan, and the best warrior this universe had ever seen. All that was left was pride from his misery cell.

That woman.

Bulma was her name...He was out seeking tranquility away from her voice, and away from that damned city. Ironically he sensed her. He knew her ki by memory having always sense her when she's outside the training room or the house. It suprised him sensing her at a place so far away from Capsule Corp, led alone when it seemed as if the Heavens were pouring outside.

He took off his training suite, and stepped into a warm shower. She irritated him with her weak emotions as she cried over some weakling that he could crush in seconds. He was nothing. Why do these humans persist on displaying such emotions towards one another? It made him sick! It just showed that they're weak, and revealed their weakness. Kakarott was a fool, but he did get one useful thing out of this marriage crap everyone talks about.

A strong son.

Though that brat was a half breed, he still possesed that strong warrior spirit saiyans had been known for. In order for the Saiyan race to continue, and flourish once again, an heir would have to be born. It would mean he.. he would have to have a son.A son...What nonsense. He doesn't want a kid, let alone a half breed.

He stepped out, and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist. He found a couple of sweatpants Bulma had brought him days ago, and picked a black pair.

Clash.

"What was that?" he said outloud as his head shot up. That woman's ki, it dropped..he hardly felt her.

He pulled a white shirt over his head, and stepped outside his room. "Woman. Where are you?" he said to the dark. Her Ki..it dwindled faintly, he could hardly trace it. He opened the door of her room seeing the light of the bathroom was turned on.

As he stepped closer, his acute hearing heard the slow running of water. When he opened the door, the water touched his bare feet. It was pouring over the white tub in which Bulma laid with her arms over the sides as she kneeled in it. Her head softly laid ontop of her bare arms, her face looked pale. Vegeta walked over to her, noticing her forehead was sweating, and a light tone of pink flushed her cheeks.

"Woman what the hell are you doing?" he said and touched her cheek.

Her eyes fluttered open, but she could barely speak. She breathed heavily as she spoke the only word," Vegeta..."

He didn't reply, just raised her not caring that she would wet him again. She had a dark blue tanktop that remained half dried. The bandages he once wrapped carefully around her slender legs now dangled soaked. He set her softly on her bed. Look what you're doing now Vegeta, aiding a pathetic woman..what have you become?

But just look at her..she seems so vulnerable, so innocent. He stroke her cheek with the back of his hand. And so soft. To know she's hurt, weak, and injured caused an alarm inside of him. He hadn't felt this way towards nobody, not to a single soul in this universe. Yet here he stood by a human, a mere woman, to whom annoyed him as he stayed under her hospitality. She seemed like any other human in this world with nothing significantly special about her. Yet to him..she seemed so much more...did it seem, or did it feel?

"Vegeta..what are you...!?" she suddenly sprang up.

"What the hell were you doing bathing you imbecile!?" he snapped.

"I needed a warm bath to wash out all the cold rainwater," she replied as she layed back down.

"Yes, get more wet than you already were. Seems to me you like water, and apparantly want to die by it," he said and stood up.

"Please stay.." she said in a sad tone of voice as she stared at him.

"Why should I."

Bulma stayed quiet, and didn't respond. Vegeta didn't wait any longer, and began to walk away.

"If you're leaving then so should I," she finally said.

"Suite yourself," he said without the bit of curiosity to where she would be going to.

"You're so cold Vegeta."

She began to remove the bandages that hid the bruises that painfully adorned her pale, porcelain legs. He stopped as to hear what else she had to say.

"I don't know why you are," she continued," I can understand why you used to be.. what I don't understand is why don't you try... to.." her words trailed off into silence.

He didn't want to hear her weak explanations or theories over him. What did she know about him? Nothing, just mere words that were told at her, not facts.

"You're wrong," he had cut her off and left her.

Bulma stayed there, thoughts still intact in her mind, yet they didn't seem to release from her mouth. She sighed, this wasn't going to easy. It was as if she was trying to break ice with a plastic knife. It would just bend and break, and that ice would just continue to stand alone and bitter.