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A/N: Thankyou for those who have replied so far! I added more to this chapter bit by bit. I apologize for taking so long to update. School is not lightening up the work. Well hope you enjoy this one, and review please.

The next day was typically awkward for Vegeta. Bulma was acting strangely towards him. Of course strange in his mind would mean being kinder. He didn't know what this woman was planning, and his guard would not be down one instant against any of her plots. He had shown weakness, that's a fact he realized and loathed.

"Hey Vegeta," she heard Bulma say as he passed her making his way to the training room," Do you want some?" She held out a cake with a smile," My mom always baked so I picked up a few things, care to try?"

Vegeta looked at her, then the cake," No thanks," he said and stepped outside.

"But.. I baked it for you-I mean Us!" she said almost blushing.

"Cake? You think I'm interested in cake? I must train and become the supreme most powerful saiyan!" he yelled," I have no time to sit around at play tea party with you!"

She let out a sigh.

"Thought you'd say that, come check it out," she said placed the cake on the counter.

She walked ahead of him, and took out a capsule. She threw it several feet away from her as both watched it pop, revealing the grand structure.

"It's a new training room, you were messing up my other one. This one was built 50 times the capacity of the other, so try hard, but not too hard, to break and defeat the robots installed inside. They're much more difficult, and have faster maneveurs," she said tapping on the metal room.

"Seems you're not all about sweets," he replied.

"Course not, that's for my mom, I'm all about this," she said and smiled.

Hopefully he was pleased with this gift. She was just testing him, seeing how he would react if she showed him how chipper and merry she had felt. Baking cakes wasn't her specialty, she was more of a machines, capsules and research type of girl. Vegeta should have forseen this, and never have doubted her abilities and habits.

"This doesn't change anything, at least you proved you're not so close minded as the rest of these earthlings," he said and stepped inside.

"I don't even get a thanks?" she asked, but it was too late, he had already stepped inside.

She sighed," Figured it wasn't going to be this easy.."

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It wasn't in Bulma's nature to give up so easily, and infact, she wasn't. It had been over a week now that she had tried to befriend the Saiyan. Not in any seductive way if you are pervertly thinking she was. She was curious to explore his mind, and find out about this mysterious Prince, beyond his cold nature. However these attempts were futile, and exhausted her patience.

Examples you may wonder? Here'd be a few:

Vegeta wasn't the type of person you would walk up to, and start a normal conversation -- not even small talk. Bulma was the type of woman which was used to be pampered, and hit on. With her charms she could make any guy blush, and kneel to her feet. This Saiyan however, was cold as ice. He didn't comment her when she tried to look more beautiful, or when she would make special food for him. It's was basically like looking as gorgeous as a Goddess infront of a blind man.

Vegeta noticed her different mood towards him. She looked so beautiful, more than usual. She'd pamper her hair, wear the little makeup she needed to look stunning, and her clothes seemed as if they required hours to decide to wear. He didn't, however, make it obvious that he spotted these new differences in her. What was her purpose? Was she trying to lure him? Enchant him? Charm him?

Damn her. These females were worst than witches, but without the hideous features and deathbounded spells. Her spells were against his will, and severed him. She charmed him, he'll give her that, she was far more beautiful than other women around here. She was what men would want, looks and brains.

It was this day Bulma brought the courage to talk to the Saiyan Prince. Speaking to him not of unimportant matters, but into more serious, deeper conversation. She had ordered dinner from a well known restaurant miles away that was known for its exquisite taste, and distinct manner. Bulma had personally asked Vegeta to dinner with her in the kitchen, a way of brightening up the mood in their dull lives. (Which they've both lived since they were alone.)

They ate quietly, nothing was heard but the clatter of plates and forks hitting the porcelain china. Bulma often glanced up to catch a glimpse of Vegeta. He was eating, his eyes blankly fixed on the plates that layed before him.

Bulma swallowed her food, took a sip of wine and spoke," So, Vegeta, I've been meaning to ask you something."

He didn't look up, or seemed to be alarmed from her question.

Seeing she had received no response, she continued," Would you want to..well.." her voice seemed to lose volume as she began to blush lightly," with me to um.."

" No thanks," he interrupted her without hearing the rest of her offer.

"But you didn't listen to the rest of my question."

"I don't need to," he said placing his fork down," I don't want to see, meet anyone in this place. I rather me on my own."

Bulma watched with fixed eyes as he stood, his eyes staring back on hers. His face held no expression, and sympathy for her was lost in those obsidian coloured eyes. She could have asked him to stay, or at least re-think his answer, but she knew the attempt would be useless.

"I understand," was all that escaped from her lips as her eyes lowered back to the table.

"You don't," he replied.

"Why are you always trying to act like the victim here?! Always you are!" she bursted out.

"Victim," he repeated," Is not a term I reffer to myself as, and for your sake, you shouldn't repeat that word to me ever again."

"You're always acting so distant! You don't appreciate anything!"

"I don't need to, because infact, I don't want to be involved with anyone, and I don't want to appreciate anything," his cold words crushed her heart.

" Being like that would never get you anywhere," she replied without looking at him.

"I don't plan or want to," he said.

"You need someone you know, and you're going to realize that sooner or later! You can't always rely on yourself!" she yelled as he walked outside, vanishing all her yells back to the wind.

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Reffering back to my usual words, it wasn't in Bulma's nature to give up so easily. Perhaps 'give up' is not suitable. It was more like perceiving this effort futile, and the future a shady gloom. She had tried to remain close to him, asked to accompany her to places..yet she would always receive the same answer.

That night..she would so often remember that day. Why was he so close to her? Why didn't he push her away like she thought he would? What was wrong with him!

"Who does he think he is.." she mumbled as she layed on her stomach on her bed.

Her head rested on her arms as she looked out at the sky.

"He's so stubborn, and arrogant! He makes me so mad sometimes...that guy.." she continued speaking to herself," he's going to realize that no matter how much he pushes me away, I won't be leaving his side so quickly."

She rose to a sit up position, clamping her pillow close to her chest," Once Bulma Briefs wants someone, nothing is going to stop her from obtaining it. Even if that person is the Prince of Saiyans himself!"