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A/N: This chapter contains a bit of Comedy. It's out of pure drunk-ness. (NOT mine if you suspect) Hope you enjoy, and I updated soon for those that wanted me too:)

Bulma had made up her mind, and not a moment she thought of retreating. True it be that her feelings were unraveled from her heart, and were bare to the world to see.

"Vegeta.." she whispered to the night as she stood by her window, gazing once more to the stars.

She felt this sadness again. Yet last time was beacause of Yamcha's neglection and betrayal. There was no more liquour, no more bitter taste of sorrow in her mouth. She put her hand over her chest, as if to touch her heart. Yet the sadness had returned to her once more. His coldness hurt her.

It's as if she tried touching him, but the ice from his heart pierced through her skin, making her numb, cold and hurt. Once again Bulma, you've fell to the wrong guy. Her conscience spoke. She shook her head, it was useless again to bring herself down with self-pity.

Sure she had boosted her hopes with confidence that she would regain his attention, and make him notice her as the beatiful woman she was.Yet seeing through another perspective, she felt as if she was desperate, or just foolish. Whichever it was, one thing bothered her: not being able to confess her true feeling to this man of ice. What would he say?! The question suddenly shot into her mind. She'd never thought of this before. She had been struggling to seek some order in her wandering feelings.

Setting aside her doubts, and all the rollercoasters of feelings, she knew she had affection towards him. Maybe she was so down because he was so cold, not neccessarily mean, rude perhaps, but just cold. This type of neglection was different than from her previous relationship. At least there they were a couple. Here, they were nothing but two strangers living under one roof.

Strangers.

That word bothered her. How she wanted to be friends, and set that word aside to never use it with him. Loneliness...

Perhaps... she thought, a small drink would not do her bad in this situation. She wasn't going to get drunk, but just drink bit of liquor to help her relax. Her night clothes still remain on her body. It was a simple tanktop with shorts. Nobody was downstairs, it was all quiet. She flicked the light on, realizing she didn't clean up after their "dinner" together earlier that night.

She brushed the food off the table, throwing the plates and silverware into the dishwasher. What a chore, and how she loathed it. The wine was in a top shelf by the china. Her mother had bought them, and had a grand collection for special occasions to use. This was one I suppose.

Bulma popped the bottle off, and poured it into a clear champagne glass. The flavour was so exquisite, and unique. It bursted into her tastebuds with full on flavour.

Was this wrong of her?

She couldn't help it.

What she predicted would be a short amount of time turned into an hour on non-stop drinking. She had finished two bottles of pure alchoholic wine, and was on her third one. It was an unsatiable feeling she felt towards it. It was getting really late, around 1:15 a.m. to be precise.

"That damn..Vegeta.." she murmered as she held her glass," thinks he's so great..with his stupid muscles and stupid..attitude...that baka.."

"What did you say?" she heard a voice from across the room.

Her eyes shot open, and her head spun around to see him entering, apparantly from training. He had a towel around his shoulders, his hair damp from the sweat. Bulma looked at him, then turned around to continue with her drinking.

"You're an imbecile," he insulted as he walked by her towards the sink.

"Hmph, that's all you can ever say Vegeta," she replied and took another sip," You and your...stupid insults, and your stupid hair..your stupid face..your stupid mouth.." she continued to say.

He splashed water into his face, and dried it with the towel. He ingored her, it was obvious this wasn't how Bulma usually acted.

"Have you been drinking," he said in his usual tone of voice.

Bulma placed the glass firmly on the table, making a few drops spill over.

"I..am NOT drinking, nor I am drunk," she said trying to stand and waving her finger at him.

Vegeta looked at her, her actions brought the curiousity out of him. She was not predictable at times. Why was she here, drinking alone, and at a time like this.

"And!" she suddenly said," Before you start getting all Mr. Smartass pants," she continued to move her index finger through the air as she deliberatley spoke," You can't be alone all the time."

It seemed as if either she was only honest, or obviously very drunk and speaking nonsense.

" You're speaking foolishly," he said and began to walk away.

"No, No..No..no," she repeated waving her finger from side to side as she stood in his way," You can't leave until you," she nudged him with her finger," listen to me," she pointed at herself.

"What are you talking about," he said looking at her as if she was some kind of stranger.

"You see Vegeta.. I told you before you are too rude and cold," she said looking at him," You don't allow people to get close to you," she continued with her hand motions.

He turned around to walk the opposite direction, leaving her babling to herself. He stepped outside, figuring she wouldn't want to come outside since it was close to freezing.

"Hey where did you go?!" she heard her yelling from within the building.

Vegeta shook his head. What the hell is she doing? Perhaps today he might as well stay in the training room for his sake.

"Vegeta!" her yells became louder.

She opened the door, the cold rush of hair hit her warm, unbalanced body. Ignoring the cold however, she stepped outside barefoot (not such a good idea, perhaps she really was drunk) continuing on calling his name.

"I'm..not going to leave until I find you Mr. Saiyan friggin' Prince...," she as she tried keeping her balance on her unsteady legs.

The wounds had healed, but the cause of her unbalanced momentum was the high amount of alchohol she drank. He watched her beneath the tree, his arms folded infront of his chest, looking at the baka woman walking on the cold cement floor without any shoes.

"What is she planning.." he said under his breath.

He stepped out, walking towards her.

"There you are," she said," I need to tell you something Veg-Vegeta.."

"Get inside you idiot," he ordered.

"No!" she protested," I'm not going inside until you hear me out! Look! All you do is insult me, you think I'm an idiot because I drink don't you? Because I cry...b-because I drink..did I say that already..?"

Her facial expression suddenly became so innocent. She tilted her head to the side, and stared at him with those large, blue eyes that shined like precious stones beneath the moonlight.

"Baka... get inside, we'll talk inside just get inside," he continued to insist.

She shook her head," You need to listen, don't be so cold to be okay?"

Her voice sounded so soft, yet it could hardly be heard beneath the cold winds. He took notice her clothings were thin, and revealing. Unsuitable for such weather like this. Her arms shivered along with her legs, yet she didn't take notice, and continued to stare at him.

"Don't be cold, be friends..it's always better to be friends..," she tried walking with her unsteady legs, trip over them and fell," woah!" was her exclamation.

She fell with a loud thump against the concrete floor. Vegeta tried to catch her, but stopped himself. She sat on the floor, still looking up at him with those same eyes. He became uneasy, noticing her revealing cleavage.

"You are an idiot woman," he said and picked her arms up.

"No..I'm...not..." she tried responding, but her head felt a throbbing pain.

He picked up her legs, and carried her infront of him. He remembered she had complained last time for flunging her over his shoulder. She was not conscience anyways, but yet he felt like holding her like this. He returned back inside, her fragile body cold and shivering.

"You seem to like getting hurt," he said looking at her peaceful face," You either do it on purpose, unwillingly..or you really are foolish.."

He received no response, all that was heard was her gentle breathing against his chest.

A/N: I tried making this heart-warming in a way. prances around happily It satisfied me, hopefully it did to you too. I couldn't help but continue from the last chapter. It's only going to get better, review please, and I will try updating ASAP. :)