When Bulma returned with the dip, she planted herself in the sofa next to him, surfing the TV stations for a good movie. She expected Vegeta to walk away when she started surfing, but he sat still. He didn't seem to be watching the TV though, he stared blankly into the wall above it.

What was that thing she did before...? How can I make her do it of her own accord? Vegeta's strategic brain started putting together all sorts of plans, but none of them would fit into the moment.

"-Geta..." -and threatening her was out of the question, he couldn't lay a hand on her, violently or otherwise.

"-Egeta..." -What was it anyway, it felt very nice, was it something earth females used as a defense system, rendering their enemies completely at their power...?

"VEGETA" Bulma said loudly into his ear, Vegeta snapped out of his thoughts and glared at her.

"What is it earth slave?"

"I asked if you wanted dip..."

"No"

"Alright then." She said and leant over him, taking a handful of snacks from the bowl that still rested on his groin.

-silence-

"Yes"

"Huh?" Bulma questioned him, he picked up a snack and raised it, Bulma offered him dip and he took it.

"This... this dip is good!" Vegeta exclaimed shortly after eating his snack. Bulma giggled.

"It's just dip silly..."

"I AM NOT SILLY." Vegeta corrected her, highly insulted. Bulma giggled.

"Do not mock me earth woman" Vegeta warned as Bulma continued giggling, she eventually stopped and long silence softened to atmosphere between them.

"You earthlings sure have many bizarre customs. Like dip… and that thing you did before."

You mean the stew I made?"

"No... the thing... with my shoulders." Vegeta said a little awkwardly, she was starting to make him angry.

"You mean the massage?" Bulma asked and raised herself on the couch. Vegeta didn't respond, Bulma stood up and walked around the couch towards his back. Vegeta could barely contain his anticipation. He tried to keep calm and emotionless about the whole thing, but hearing her feet lightly tap the carpet behind him made him all exited.

Bulma placed her hands on Vegeta's buff shoulders and pressed forcefully, running her thumbs along his muscles. Vegeta tried to fight the groan that was crawling its way up his throat.

"A massage…" Vegeta grunted shortly. Bulma giggled and ran her fingers up the back of his neck, into his hairline. Vegeta's eyes pinned open; that was how she ended the short massage last time.

"Yeah…" Bulma said and got ready to let go of Vegeta's shoulders when he spoke.

"I like it." The words echoed in the silent room, filled it with warmth.

"That's because you're tense." Bulma said and Vegeta was relieved to feel her hands settle on his shoulders again. "Your muscles are tense."

Vegeta snorted, "of course they are, I'm sayian"

"There's no such thing as a massage on your planet? Nothing that makes you feel relaxed and at ease?"

"Not so I know of, the closest thing we had to this is… I believe… sex."

Vegeta felt the sudden impact of her hands as she jerked in shock. He realized what had slipped out of his mouth a moment too late. Damn this massage, it made him talkative.
Vegeta was quiet for a moment, hoping that the female would disregard the last comment and continue her massaging.

There was a long silence. Vegeta cursed repeatedly in his mind, now he would never get her to continue the massage, now that she though there was something sexual about it.
He almost opened his mouth to state that there were no sexual intentions in his statement, when Bulma started massaging, a little harder than before.

Vegeta sank into the couch, he enjoyed her hands sliding forcefully over every inch of his shoulders, he paid it no particular interest when her hands slid over to his chest and massaged the collarbone. He got slight chills as Bulma's rather cold hands slid down the back of his shirt and rubbed the top of his back.

Vegeta groaned slightly and leaned forward, giving her more space to work with. Bulma systematically massaged the hard muscles until they'd become noticeably softer and more relaxed, this was rather easy since the layout of his muscles was easily visible.

Vegeta was amazed at how much better this made him feel, he hadn't felt this good in ages. Slowly, the massage started weakening and eventually it stopped, He turned around to look at Bulma that rubbed her own hands, her face was a little redder than normal and she couldn't look him straight in the face.

"My hands hurt" she excused herself and Vegeta nodded once in approval. He turned back to the TV, he heard her soft footsteps on the carpet, moving away, towards her room.

"Thank you" He said low, wondering if she heard, her footsteps didn't sound for a while, then they started again.

"You're welcome" the footsteps died in the hallway and he heard her bedroom door click as it closed. Strange, she usually said good night, even to him. Not that he cared... Obviously.

Vegeta turned off the TV and walked into his room where he stripped down to his boxers and positioned himself under the covers, earth beds were WAY more comfortable than space ship floors. Vegeta was exhausted, so he thought he'd fall asleep instantly. That was not the case however.

He lay still for what seemed like hours, listening to the silence, wondering what was keeping him awake. He eventually gave up and went to the bathroom. Then he went to the kitchen to get something to drink, then he watched some late night TV. Then he wondered if he should go train in the gravity chamber until he fell asleep from exhaustion.

As he walked down the hallway, he paused in front of Yamcha's room. He barely hesitated before he opened the door, glaring at everything inside the room. Expecting to see Bulma crying on Yamcha's bed.

She wasn't there. The bed wasn't even properly made, not that he made his or anything, Bulma's maid did that. Vegeta closed the door, wondering if Bulma made Yamcha's bed. Better yet, why Yamcha had his own bed. Vegeta grinned, the though of Yamcha NOT sleeping in the same bed as Bulma made him all warm a fuzzy inside. In an evil way of course.

He walked down the hallway to his room, wondering if he could sleep now, then he paused. Maybe Yamcha and Bulma weren't doing so well now, but the probably did, some time ago… probably enough to share a bed… Vegeta growled, but of course it wasn't in jealousy… Sayian princes do not get jealous.

Well what ever happened then was not happening now. Vegeta didn't remember a single time that he didn't walk past Yamcha's room for his early morning training that Yamcha WASN'T in there… ALONE.

Vegeta seemed satisfied with this reasoning, and continued walking. UNLESS! Vegeta stopped again, unless that's what they wanted him to think and Yamcha secretly snuck into Bulma's room after he fell asleep and… Vegeta growled and gritted his teeth. He almost punched the wall, but that would have left a hole, so he stopped himself.

He softly walked towards Bulma's room and opened the door soundlessly. He peeked in, she wasn't sleeping. She sat reading on her bed. Vegeta had expected her to be asleep.

"Oh, Vegeta…" Bulma said and put the magazine on the bed next to her. She had dressed in her pajamas. That oversized t-shirt that showed off her legs. Her long lean legs, ivory white, sticking out, resting on the dark sheets. Vegeta tore his eyes from them and glared at her. "What's wrong Vegeta? Can't sleep?"

Vegeta turned away, damn her mind reading powers.

Bulma ran her eyes up and down Vegeta's brawny body; she grabbed the magazine and hid her face in it, so he couldn't see her blush.

"I hope you aren't thinking of going out to train… If you do, I will disable the gravity chamber this instant."

Vegeta snorted, "I was going to go to sleep earth woman."

"Good"

"…" Vegeta stood still, hoping she'd bid him good night. She didn't, was she mad at him?

Vegeta slammed her door as he returned to his room. He lay down again and tried to fall asleep. It didn't work.

-

"Yes?" Bulma said as Vegeta emerged at her door again.

"Curse you! Now I cannot fall asleep." Vegeta glared her down; Bulma frowned and put down her magazine.

"And how is that?" she crossed the arms.

"Your massage" he stated plainly

"Hah!" Bulma laughed, "massaging relaxes, it does not cause insomnia."

"…" Vegeta glared at her. She glared back. "very well… then I'm going to go to sleep." Vegeta stated. Bulma picked up her magazine and didn't respond. Vegeta did not move.

There was awkward silence in the room until Bulma sighed and stood up. She walked over to him, he glared at her, and backed slightly as she raised her hand. She placed it on his left cheek, softly running her fingers down his jaw line.

"Good night Vegeta-kun, sleep well." She said in a gentle tone and turned on the spot. Walking back to her bed where she continued her reading. Vegeta stood still, frozen in shock. He then stormed out of the room, into his own and got into bed for the third time that day. He cursed under his breath.