Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ, though it'd be awesome to, oh well a girl can dream. U.U;;

A/N: Thankyou for all the reviews so far. I don't like keeping you waiting so on with it!

Vegeta preffered her this way. She wasn't protesting, complaining, yelling or cursing at him. She just peacefully slept as he cradled her in his arms. Her aqua coloured hair dangled above his muscular arms, and her head gently rested against his chest. He looked at her, his face held no expression, yet his mind felt a whirl of emotions and thoughts.

Her lips were so perfectly shaped, and held that rich red colour. Her cheeks were flushed pink on her pale, porcelain white skin. How could someone be so normal, yet look so unique? It's a thought that bothered him.

Vegeta placed her softly on her bed, making sure she was in a comfortable position to sleep all night. What a hangover she would feel tomorrow, he thought. As he placed her body down, she suddenly jerked up. Their lips had touched for the first time. He was startled to receive this unforseen kiss.

He expected her to awake, start yelling as if she was going to die, and hit him several times, misunderstanding this incident. Yet he heard nothing escape from her lips.. those lips that were locked onto his. How soft and warm they felt.

Her eyes opened to see his obsidian coloured eyes that stared back into hers.

"Vegeta.." she whispered as she closed her eyes, laying back to the bed.

He couldn't respond, he lacked words.

She seemed to doze off again, perhaps she wasn't fully conscience, or that liquour did more damage than expected. Whichever it was, she mumbled words that were inaudible to Vegeta. She lifted her arms to embrace him, holding on tight.

"Woman get off," he said.

He could easily pull away, but jerking her off would not be suitable, or appropriate.

"No.." she replied, her eyes remained closed," I owe you a hug remember.."

Her voice was soft, and quiet seeming as if she was talking in her sleep.

"You don't owe me anything," he said as he clasped her hands to pull her away.

She protested, clinging on tighter, lifting her body up to a sitting position.

"No, no Vegeta," she whimpered, repeating no over again.

Her eyes opened once more, this time she seemed as if she had awakened from her short dream. She blinked several times, not knowing if she was still in a dream, or in this unusual reality.

"Don't push me away, don't act as if you don't like me," she said shaking her head slightly from side to side.

"You're drunk, you don't know what you're saying," he said, still holding onto her arms that remained wrapped around his waist.

"I do too, so don't..tell me what I do know or don't," she replied, apparantly she was still intoxicated with the alchohol.

"You act so childish woman it's irritating," he said taking her hands off of him.

Bulma giggled, making Vegeta raise a brow in confusion.

"I know, I know!" she said smiling," You do like me! Right?!Right!" she said as she kneeled closer to his face," admitt it."

" You're an idiot, you've had too much to drink," he repeated as he moved her away from him.

"Really? I don't feel like it, just a bit woozy, but that's about it," she led out another giggle.

He stood, but she clasped his hand without a word. He looked down at her, waiting for another protest before he pulled away, yet he received none.

"If you're going to leave," she finally said," then leave knowing that I like you..alot alot Mr. Saiyan friggin' Prince," she said with a smile," even with your stupid attitude."

"Baka.."

"No, Bulma's not a Baka!" she yelled," I am," she tried standing on her bed, letting go of his hand," a genius, I've got the looks, and brains heehee."

Her actions amazed him, in a negative way. She was so different in this way, honest, clumsy and idiotic. Hopefully she won't remember what foolish things she's saying in the morning, because if that was to be so, she'd act more strangely with embarrassment. Apparantly she didn't notice the kiss incident, which relieved him.

"Wait!" she yelled as she stuck out her hand," Don't go yet! Where are you going? Let's have a party, and get crazy ok-ok?!"

"I'm not here for parties," he said standing by the door.

" You're no fun, you're too uptight, but if you want to leave..." she said and hopped down from the bed," let me thankyou!"

"You don't need to-"

"I do! How many times have you helped me out Vegeta?" she said, paused to think then spoke" Four!? Four! I think! So should it be four hugs?" she placed a finger to her chin.

"No I don't-"

"Or one kiss!?" she said, pulling his face to hers for a kiss.

Her hands held part of his hair between her fingers. He didn't break the kiss, instead he wrapped his arms around her slender waist, walking towards her, making her walk back.

She stopped at the foot of the bed. He then placed a knee on firmly on it, proceeding with making her lean back slowly. Securing his grasp on her, he laid her down until her back rested on the bed. Her blue hair layed spread on the sheets. Bulma lifted her legs to wrap around his waist as she urged him closer for a deeper kiss.

Vegeta touched her thighs, placing them back down to return to the bed. His face then lifted, parting his lips away from hers. He placed a finger to her mouth, hushing her not to protest.

"Sleep tight Princess, try harder next time," he said with a smile as he kissed her forehead.

He stood, leaving her once again, but this time with a greater statisfaction.

A/N: Ha! Ha! You thought something else didn't you! Well nah, this chapter wasn't going to be a lemon or stuff like that, remember the rating. Don't hate me, I'll make up for it by making it more interesting, lol. :))