Warning: Slightly scary chapter and slight OOC Vegeta.

The woman was going out with the weakling and for some reason, it bothered him to no end. Vegeta walked around the Capsule Corp building, lost in his thoughts.

Why did the woman put up with him, anyway? There was no fooling Vegeta's nose; he smelled other women on the weakling.

What kind of mate was he? No Saiyan would even think of cheating on his mate, yet the weakling seemed to do it a lot.

And yet the woman still put up with him.

She shouldn't be with an unfaithful weakling! She should be in the lab, working on his gravity room.

He heard the sound of the front door open and his eyes practically popped out of his head as he looked at the person opening the door; Bulma wore a red sleeveless dress that went to her knees and red high heels. Her hair, which was usually a stupid perm, had been straightened and cut to her chin. On her face, she only wore mascara and red lipstick, but it contrasted with her pale skin perfectly.

She noticed Vegeta looking at her and she smiled. "Well? How do I look?" She asked, twirling around a bit.

Vegeta didn't answer; he was still stunned speechless.

Bulma frowned. "Helllllo? Earth to plant Vegeta?" She waved her hand in front of his face.

He blinked, snapping out of his trance. "What?"

"I asked you how I looked!"

"Like you got hit by a car."

Bulma puffed her cheeks, sulking, and Vegeta couldn't help but smile; her immaturity never ceased to amuse him.

"Whatever." She huffed, still sulking. "Anyway, I have to go. You'll have to figure out dinner."

She threw a capsule to the ground and it exploded. When the smoke cleared, a blue car with the words capsule corp on the side appeared.

She opened the car door and got in the car. She pressed her foot on the gas pedal and drove away, not realizing that Vegeta was tailing her.

He wasn't following her because he cared about the date; no, he just needed to know when it was over.

The moment it was over, he could take her home and make sure she makes a new gravity room without any extra waiting.

The woman stopped at the weakling's house. He came out and kissed her on the lips. Vegeta felt a twinge of annoyance, though he couldn't figure out why.

They got in the car and drove away, Vegeta silently and effortlessly tailing them.

They stopped at the theater and left the car. Vegeta followed them until he realized they were going to watch(what did the humans call them?) a chick flick.

Now, Vegeta had been forced to watch one of those with the woman(she refused to upgrade the gravity room if he didn't) and he had no desire to watch anymore of that fluffy disgustingly sweet crap ever again.

Of course, he didn't want to stand outside the theater for an hour with nothing to do. Maybe he could go watch it and try to stomach it.

Hell, was he wrong.

About five minutes into the movie, Vegeta was staggering out of the theater, trying not to puke.

The moment the movie started, a guy and girl stared into each other's ridiculously sparkly eyes with retarded smiles. It was when they started kissing that Vegeta began to feel nauseated.

He stood outside the theater and waited for the woman and weakling; he'd rather do nothing than watch anymore of that shit.

Time slowly ticked away and Vegeta found himself growing more and more impatient. Saiyans were never a patient race and it was times like these that this was a disadvantage.

He was soon reduced to zapping butterflies.

He heard two familiar voices chatting and realized it was the woman and weakling. "That was great, wasn't it?" Asked the woman cheerfully and Vegeta tried hard not to gag.

Great? Vegeta couldn't watch that for five minutes, let alone the whole thing. How the hell did the woman do it?

The weakling obviously didn't agree with Vegeta, because he said with a stupid grin, "Yup!" The two started talking about random shit and soon Vegeta lost interest.

"So where do you want to eat?" Asked the weakling and Vegeta perked up instantly. Eat? Food? His stomach gave a loud growl of protest. Come to think of it, he was rather hungry….. Maybe tagging along hadn't been a bad idea after all.

"It doesn't matter." Said the woman. They got in the car and drove away, Vegeta following them with a bit more enthusiasm due to the prospect of food.

They stopped at an Italian restaurant. They got out of the car and walked in holding hands, sending a surge of… annoyance? Anger? Vegeta wasn't sure.

He took a table near theirs and watched them beadily out of the corner of his eye.

Before he could catch any of their conversation, a pretty waitress with long black hair and bright green eyes walked over to him. She looked at him closely and her expression changed from bored to lustful.

"Hello there, pretty boy." She whispered seductively, leaning closer to him. "Can I get you something to eat?"

Vegeta sensed the double meaning in her words. "No."

"Come on. I'm sure I can get you something tasty." She put her hands on Vegeta's chest and he snapped.

How dare she touch him with her filthy human hands?

He shoved her and she fell, looking surprised and hurt. He snorted; it's not like he cared about her, he was more focused on another person.

"Hey Yamcha." Said Bulma sadly. "There's something I want to tell you."

"What's that babe?" Yamcha asked cheerfully.

"I think we should break up."

Whatever Yamcha had been expecting, it sure as hell wasn't that. "What? Why? Who put you up to this?" He looked around as if expecting someone to announce their presence.

"No one. I'm speaking for myself." Said Bulma sadly. "Yamcha, I did love you but I think we should move on. I mean, after you cheated on me with those other women, I-."

"Is that what this is about? That was a onetime thing!" He grabbed her hands. "Bulma, please don't leave me! I love you!"

"No you don't." Said Bulma, pulling out of his grasp. "I mean, we did love each other at one point, but…. And Yamcha, I'm in love with someone else."

This surprised both Yamcha and Vegeta. Then Yamcha's eyes narrowed. "It's that Saiyan, isn't it? Bulma, even if he did accept your love, he'd just fuck you and leave!"

Slap!

Yamcha gingerly put his hand on the cheek Bulma had slapped as hard as she could.

"I'm sorry, Yamcha." Said Bulma, hiding her face. "It's over."

With that, she left the table. Vegeta smirked at the weakling's look of utter rejection but it disappeared when he saw the woman's expression; tears were running down her face and she looked like she wanted nothing more than to run back into the weakling's arms. Vegeta felt a twinge of regret; if he had a heart, it would be broken.

He got up from his seat, ignoring the strangled cries from the waitress he had obviously pushed too hard, and followed the woman quietly.

The moment she was outside, Bulma lost all of herself control; she cried loudly and let the tears fall freely down her face.

She saw how much she hurt Yamcha, she knew she shouldn't have slapped him, but…. She was in love with someone else.

She couldn't date Yamcha knowing she wanted someone else. But she didn't know it would hurt Yamcha this badly….

At this thought, Bulma cried even harder.

Vegeta watched the woman cry. As he watched, he felt something strange: the desire to comfort her, to tell her everything was ok.

How odd. Surely a man like him, a man without a heart, wouldn't feel such emotions.

He had killed people without a second thought, but watching this woman cry made him feel like his heart was being torn in half. The more he watched her cry, the worse it got.

Bulma finally pulled herself together, wiping tears off her face. She couldn't be crying like this!

She was Bulma Briefs, the smart, beautiful, and brave woman, and here she was crying her eyes out for a boy SHE broke up with!

Ridiculous!

She shakily stood up and began to walk. She wasn't sure where she was going, nor did she give a damn.

She just needed to move.

She obviously wasn't 100% conscious at the time, or she would have realized she was walking into a darker part of town.

"Hey, pretty lady!" Yelled a rough voice. "Where do ya think yur goin'?" Bulma turned around and came face-to-face with an ugly thug and his equally ugly gang.

Bulma was quite conscious now. "Home." She said simply.

The men laughed. "But why not stay with us?" Asked the leader.

Bulma grew intensely nervous. "No, I'm sorry. I-."

Before she could finish, two of the gang members grabbed her. "Oh, the fun we'll have." The leader whispered, stepping towards Bulma.

She shut her eyes, waiting for the first move. To her surprise, it never came.

It was then that she realized the men let her go.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked straight into charcoal eyes burning like fire.

Vegeta?

Vegeta stared straight down at the frightened woman. "Are you alright?"

No response. Just blank disbelief.

"God dammit, woman, answer me!" He yelled, pulling her to her feet.

She blinked, coming back to her senses. "…Vegeta?"

He smirked. "That's my name. Don't wear it out."

She stared at him. "How the hell do you know that one?"

"That damn mother of yours made me watch an hour of, what's it called, cable. About thirty minutes into that shit, you start to pick some stuff up."

She smiled faintly.

"Anyway, don't you think you should go home?" He asked.

"Ok." She said. "I'll head on back to my car."

He suddenly shot her an evil grin, which confused her- until he grabbed her waist and shot up into the air.

"Vegeta!" She shrieked. "Put me down!"

He smirked. "Ok."

He released her and she began to fall to the ground. She screamed, thinking death had come for her- until Vegeta grabbed her.

She didn't struggle this time; instead, she held onto him for dear life.

"God damn, Vegeta." She whispered.

It was then that she realized she was tired. She hadn't realized what an exhausting day it had been until she got the chance to rest. Resting her head on Vegeta's shoulder, she slowly fell asleep.

It was a damn good thing it was dark out, or the woman might have seen the blush covering all of Vegeta's face.

*lets out a fan girl scream* KAWWWWWAAAAAIIII! That was sooooooo friggen adorable! *coughs* Sorry, had to say that. Anyway, here is the next chapter:

Bulma was mad- no, scratch that, she was FURIOUS! She stomped into the lab and slammed her hand down on the table. "That fucking ASSHOLE!" She shrieked. She couldn't believe him! She thought back to that moment…..

Yes, I know I'm cruel for stopping right at the flashback. Anyway, time to answer reviews:

Hysterical Insanity- *blushes* Aww, thanks! By the way, I read some of your stories. You're a good author!

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