Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ or ever shall...wait..nah, it's never.

A/N: I finished this chapter before I returned to school from my two week break. I probably won't update so soon since homework will surely overflow on my free hours of imagination, but nevertheless, I will try my best to update soon and not get stoned by angry mobs. ;;

Bulma's back was against the door. She had done it. Finally she wasn't with Yamcha, and what amazed her the most was that it didn't hurt as much as she imagined. Months back if she were to have ended their relationship, she'd befriend alchohol better than how she had these past weeks. She sighed and walked back to the kitchen where she poured more tea into her cup. Her head felt as if it were burning, the fever must have gone up with her anger. Possible? Who knows, the only thing she was certain of was that she needed to rid this fever off soon. A sneeze came over her almost knocking the antibiotics off her hand.She heard a laugh from across the room. Her head shot up, and spotted Vegeta standing by the door.

"What are you laughing at wise guy," she said and turned away from him.

"Ironic isn't it woman," he said in his usual deep, husky voice," that you were so worked up about me getting sick that you yourself are sick."

"Not funny. You're ungrateful," she huffed.

"Ungrateful, seems to me I'm the last one to be grateful," he replied.

"I already told you thanks, and I'm not going to bow down and kiss your feet your highness," Bulma said sarcastically.

"I didn't ask you to you stupid woman."

"Stupid? You want to go there Vegeta?!" Bulma's voice was increasing in volume.

"Whatever, you may be smart with your gadgets and metal junk, but out in the real world you wouldn't last ten minutes," he said and glared at her.

"You have some nerve!" Bulma yelled.

"No it's called confidence."

"More like arrogance!" she snapped and turned towards the sink to wash her cup.

Before she could reach over the handle she was suddenly pulled back and hit something strong and firm. His chest. Her eyes widened in confusion from the sudden jerk.

"You want to say that again!?" he said breathing down on her as he grasped her wrists tightly, but still allowed a bit of blood to circulate to her struggling fingers.

"Let go of me," she said staring into his onyx eyes.

"Not so confident are you now? Where did that attitude go princess?" he said as a slight smile came across his face.

"You think you're so tough with all your..stupid muscles and powers," Bulma said as she struggled to break away from his grasp," but there's more to a person than mere dominance!"

She managed to break away, but obviously he loosened his grip on her small wrists. He stood glaring at her, his teeth showing in anger as if he was going to bite.

"In this universe, that's what you need to survive. Wits aren't everything, you need power. You have to be able to interact with the two, use them to your advantage. You think any predator or enemy will have mercy on you? You think you can defend yourself with insults!?" he said keeping his voice steady without yelling as he continued," You don't know anything since you've only been in your little Earth all your life. You basically only have wits, but that's not going to defend you against any attack."

"Well I'll rather be smart than arrogant and cold like you!" Bulma yelled back," And I have seen the horrors that happened in Namek for your information, and I certainly know what kind of monster you were!"

The last words ringed into her ears, alarming her of what she had just said.

"What makes you think I'm not a monster anymore?" he said and walked towards her, pushing her body with his against the counter.

Bulma felt his body heat radiating into hers, this was certainly an awkward position to be in with him, but somehow it was no where near uncomfortable.

"Well.." her voice seemed to shake with his presence being so near. She swallowed, and tried to bring her voice back within control," If you still were, you would have destroyed this world, or ...harmed..me.."

Her..What was she trying to say? His thoughts wandered.

"Don't misinterpret my actions woman, I'm not going to melt into a puppy like that stupid boyfriend of yours and follow your every command. And I won't certainly befriend any of your stupid friends."

She tried to push him away, but he just stepped closer. She was going to be crushed against his weight, so she sat up on the counter, her feet dangling still against his hard body. Vegeta placed one hand flat on the counter on each side of her.

" We're not asking you to befriend us, if you don't want to it's alright. We just don't want you to be against us, and I know you're not," she replied softly.

" You don't know anything," he said looking back at her," for all you know I could kill you here and now."

"You wouldn't.." she said, her words she doubted, but hoped to believe," and Yamcha is not my boyfriend anymore," she added in an attempt to switch the terrifying subject away from the prince.

"Ha, and why not. Tired of using him for your selfish needs are you?"

Her change of subject seemed to have worked.

"I wasn't selfish," she said almost pouting. Well at least not entirely.

"Don't come with me with that crap woman," he said.

"Even if I was, it wouldn't be my fault we ended it...well that I ended it," her voice hushed to a mere whisper as the thought re occured in her mind.

"And what would be the reason," he said in the tone that was more of a demand than a question. Truth was he was a bit curious to know why this blue-haired woman broke with her weakling fiance.

"He was unfaithful, a jerk..more than you, and a liar," the words trembled on her lips as water began to fill her sapphire eyes.

At that moment she wanted to flung her arms around Vegeta, and cry her sorrows out. She stopped however, all she would get was a push and a 'get off of me'. Besides the cold movement she would receive, it would just prove her weakness he always insulted her with.

Vegeta didn't respond, he knew she was to the point of crying. What was he to do in these kinds of situations? It was obvious he was never caught in these moments with anyone, especially a woman. He was about to walk back, away from the future tears that would spill from her eyes, when suddenly he felt a firm embrace. He felt her slender arms around his neck as she buried her face into his shoulder. She didn't weep however as he could have expected, there were no sobs.

She didn't care if he was to think her weak, he already knew it either way. She needed a hug, even if it was not to be returned. Somehow with all his coldness, he was the only one that she felt could give her a bit of relief from the sorrow she had experienced for far too long. Though he was to do nothing, and just stand there, or leave, touching him for seconds would ease her heart. Why was she feeling this?

He wanted to move, push her away and demand why she had felt the right to embrace him. Yet he couldn't, he was as they would call it, caught in the moment. He straightened his posture as his hands layed on his sides, not moving, and not knowing what to do. She felt so warm though, her arm were soft, and so was her hair. He felt the tiny pressure of her delicate face against his firm shoulder, her eyes were closed and she breathed lightly.

His pride however redeemed faster than his preference of having her there, and he pulled her back, not roughly or abruptly, but gently. Her eyes seemed to glisten, but without the threat of tears overflowing. She sure was beautiful with all the delicate features she had. Vegeta didn't look at her for long for he stepped back without a word, and walked away.

She sat there as sadness clung to her heart, but not with the deathchoke she was grown fond to. It was sad that his presence faded away, and she no longer felt him. Yet with sadness, and dissapointed, layed slight happiness knowing she had the few moments of being so close to him, and not receiving the cold neglection she was sure she'd receive.

The cold Prince may indeed melt with her care, just maybe a bit.

A/N: Highly doubt it, even if she manages a bit, it'll be hard & sure as heck not easy, but she'll manage somehow. hehehe. :D