Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ...yet! J/k NO! I do not own it.

A/N: I believe, this is the last chapter folks. Music helps to set the mood, and apparantly miracles sometimes happen. I tried making this a "touching" chapter, so yes, tell me so afterwards.

Vegeta sat on his bed, his face looking at the ceiling. She was so foolish to think a mere kiss, or embrace could bring them closer, let alone return whatever feelings she felt for him.

For him..

He felt nothing. He knew she was just acting spoiled. Since she broke with her ex, she wanted someone else to toy with, and he wasn't going to allow her to make him her object of ridicule. A Saiyan Prince liking a mere earth woman. She was nothing.

Nothing..

And that will remain as nothing. He won't allow any feelings to interfere with his goals of power, and her puppy love would surely block his path of obtaining it.

Bulma stood in the middle of the hallway, unable to understand why he had said such cruel words. She might have been drunk, but at least she was honest. It was the only time she brought up her true feelings for him, though it could have been by the alchohol, but surely her heart had involvement.

Tears swelled in her eyes, she stopped herself from sobbing outloud. She wasn't going to allow him to hear her weep over him. He was selfish, ignorant and arrogant!

I hate him!

Hate him? Or just hate how he is? Her conscience asked.

"Hate.." she pronounced.

A word she felt awkward to say.

Perhaps she did hate his arrogance, yet she could not help but feel a flutter of bliss when seeing presence. Damn her for having these emotions for someone who did not deserve it.

"Vegeta!" she yelled with such force that her throat burned with the intensity.

His head sprang up to the sudden yell. What did she want? Was she in trouble? It was probably one of her stupid complaints. Either way, it'd better to find out now than have to hear it from her later.

He opened the door, expecting to see her with her arms crossed preparing to yell curses at him. He did however, found no one, the hall was empty. This was no time to play games! He cursed under his breath as he walked downstairs, angrily looking for the woman.

The sky soon darkened, it was in the late afternoon now. She seemed nowhere in sight, yet her ki was sensed within a short distance.

"Damn you woman what the hell do you want!" he yelled to make sure she heard.

"Vegeta..." her voice was heard from a distance.

He saw her kneeling by a tree, her head facing the ground whom she sat above. His vision centered on her. He walked over to her, and stoppd once he stood before her.

"Well what do you want?" he asked in an irritated tone.

"Nothing...anymore.." she replied.

She stood, walked past him, making her way to the training room. He raised a brow, what was she to do? She opened the door and stepped inside. Bulma pressed a few buttons, operating the shut down mode to initiate in several minutes. She grabbed a steel baton that was in one of the drawers.

"What are you to do woman," Vegeta said.

"Something I should have done a while ago Vegeta," she replied coldly.

She smashed the steel object against the computer screen, shattering it into pieces. Vegeta stared at her, unsure of what her intentions were.

"This, you see, is basically useless and fragile when the training mode is not on. That's how I'm able to break it, if you're wondering," she said as she continued to smash the computers.

"What are your intentions. Asking for more attention?"

She led out a chuckle," No more of that. I don't need it."

He grabbed her wrist, making the steel baton fall to the floor," Then what are you intending to do!" he sternly asked.

"I'm going to get rid of what I once thought was important to me," she replied and struggled to free her wrist from his grasp.

"By attempting to hurt your little tinker toys?" he mocked.

"No! This toy is what symbolized my effort to please you. I thought of you when building this. I spent hours on designing it, just for you. I didn't expect a thankyou, all I wanted was recognition from you."

Bulma violently tried to get away from his tight grip around her wrist. All efforts seemed useless.

"Yet you think by mere strength you're better!" she yelled as she glared at him," You think you're too good for anyone because of your birthright, because you're a prince. You think me lower than you."

"Perhaps it's because you are," he replied.

" I am not! Think what the hell you want Vegeta, I stopped caring!"

Tears unvoluntarily streamed down her cheeks," But for some damn reason I can't stop caring for you!"

The last words ringed into his ears, making him look away from her innocent eyes.

"And because of that I hated myself," she continued," I believed that somehow I could melt a bit of your bitterness away. Calm a bit of your anger towards everything. Heal part of your wounds that scarred your life after Frieza...but I guess I'm just insignificant."

" I didn't ask you to try. You couldn't either way, nobody can," he said as he loosened his grip," I didn't ask for you assistance, and I don't need anyone!"

"You do! You're hurt I know!" her voice trembled," I've been there before, I know how it feels to be betrayed, maybe not to the same degree as you, but I can understand."

"You cannot."

"I can try. I've given up on trying to melt that ice away from your heart. I never really tried because I was afraid. I was afraid of being alone after Yamcha. I felt as if there was nobody that could ever care for me, and for someone I could care for."

"So you're weeping over that scarred weakling afterall," he said disgusted.

"No!" she lunged forward to embrace him," It's not because of that scarred weakling I suffer! It's because my heart is burning for someone as cold as you!"

Tears began to flow heavier down her tear-streaked face. Her sapphire eyes shine with brilliance as the tears began to stain his shirt.

"It doesn't matter, I don't care, all I know is that I love you like I've loved no one else. Your coldness hurts me more than you can imagine! Not having you close fills my heart with anxiety and sorrow! I feel useless without you. I find no meaning in anything if I am unable to have you closeby. I'm not asking you to be by side, or to love me..just to allow me express this love, this damned love I feel for you.."

He held her in disbelief. She had poured her heart into his hands, fully conscience, and fully awake.

Someone..actually cared for the Saiyan Prince...

"I...," he failed to finish.

He believed she was just acting selfishly, trying to fufill her spoiled desires. Obtain a person to pass the time, help her forget her ignorant ex-boyfriend. She did not see him a brief passtime, she saw him as her future. The alchohol, he had beilieved, made her say all those foolish talks of loving him.

Yet she stood here, infront of him, clasping his body, crying... because of him.

For him...

"Tell me..," she began," I'm wrong Vegeta," her voice trembled as she continued to cry," Tell me that you do care a bit for me..that someday you will be able to correspond to this feeling..."

"Woman.." he lost his voice.

What was he doing? Here he stood speechless, dumbfounded, puzzled, suprised. Emotions whirled in his mind and body.

" I won't ask you to leave your pride, all I ask is to let someone be close to you. I don't want to see you pushing people away when they can help you. I don't want to see you lonely again. If someone that you cared wants you, I don't want your pride to stop you from being trully happy..even if it's not with me.."

Someone he cared for...

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Flashes of memories flooded his mind.

Her asking for help to open her door.

She looked so beautiful, and her body seemed of a goddess. Her curves were so defined, her face so softly outlined.

He then rememberd seeing the woman running, calling out names in the rain.

She looked so vulnerable, yet so beautiful though her body was drenched with rain and quivered at the harsh cold.

He had carried her back to safety, securing their return to where she'd be safe.

The image of her body half soaked in the hot bathwater, her body fragile clinging over the sides of the tub, burning with fever.

What he wanted at the moment was to make the fever dissapear, and for her to open those sapphire eyes so he could see them.

Her body intoxicated with alchohol, yet she defied the cold weather to find him.

He wanted to embrace her cold body, clinging to share his warmth.

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"Bulma..." he had finally spoke her name.

Her watery eyes widened at her name, he had pronounced her name...

"Vegeta..."

"My pride won't stop me from being with the person I care for," he said and stroked her cheek.

" I love you..." she whispered as she pressed her lips against his.

" Seems I feel the same woman, this remains here, for your ears only.." he softly replied," I love you as well..."

The words charmed her heart, filling it with joy, merriment, hope and happiness. How could those few words bring her world from dull gray to bright, fluorescent colours!?

"For mine only, rest assure.." she repeated," You'd showed me Saiyan Prince.. frozen hearts can be melted by care and love..."

"By love..." he echoed as he pressed her closer, taking in another sweet kiss from her beloved lips...

-Thee End.

A/N: DAMN! It's over. :) Review & Let me know what you feel.