Hey guys here's chapter three.

As always I do not own dragon ball z or any of its characters.

Bulma sighed staring at the screen in front of her; still only showing static, 'he must have broken the cameras.' She sighed again and walked off with the pain still in her heart.

The pain had been for three weeks, ever since she woke up alone and naked on her sofa. Lucky for her, her parents weren't home until the next day. Although that wasn't what had bothered her. It was the fact she had woken up without Vegeta next to her. She knew he liked training but after their first physical moment since cell, she thought he might want to stay.

The worst thing was she hadn't seen Vegeta since; all he did was stay shut up the gravity room training and training. She had tried waiting up for him knowing he had tobeat and sleep, but no matter how long she waited she would always fall asleep before he left. Damn ki sensing.

She had only two reasons to be happy: one Vegeta got jealous when she hung out with other guys and two according to her mum Vegeta would train trunks every morning, although she would've liked to be asked about the last one.

Bulma walked into Trunks' room, where he was waiting patiently. Ever since Vegeta had started training him, Trunks never cried and was always awake with a happy smile when she entered his room.

"Morning Trunks," Bulma said hoisting him up and carrying him down to the kitchen. When they arrived she placed the child down and watched as Panchy prepared breakfast.

"Have you seen Vegeta today," Bulma asked already dreading the answer.

"Yes dear, this morning for breakfast." She giggled at Trunks eating what was technically his second breakfast, but she liked to miss that part out to feed her grandson more. Bulmas heart sank, how could Vegeta talk to her mum every morning and not her? Well she could play that game too and went off to shut herself in her lab.

-(m)-

Vegeta punched harder and harder at the remaining training bots, his rage causing him to forget his promise to not add to the large heap of metal shoved to one corner. He could not deal with the woman. He regretted doing what he did. Since when did the prince of saiyans lose his self control over a woman smelling like another male. Was the woman right was he jealous? No it was just this planet, he had been exposed to the weaklings for too long; and yet he needed to train his son. So he decided to shut himself away, avoid the woman, and train Trunks in the early morning.

But that was proving much more difficult than he thought, he couldn't get her out of her head, the fire she had inside her and her beauty. He could not liento himself about that: she was the most beautiful on this planet with a georgous face and amazing body. And that was it, his training was ruined; even when she's not there she irritates him.

Then he noticed the silence and realised that he had destroyed all the bots. 'Fuck.' He would have to get some more, maybe he could ask the woman's father. He sensed his ki and found both of them in the lab. He would ask him later but now he needed food.

-(m)-

Bulma and her dad were working hard in the lab designing the next generation of capsules. Although normally Bulma worked on her own stuff and didn't get involved in her father work, which confused Dr Briefs. Knowing his daughter something was wrong between her and Vegeta; she had done things like this when Yamcha cheated on her.

"Bulma dear, did something happen between you and Vegeta."

"No dad, nothing."

"Then why are you here, sweetie." He had got her there. She breathed deeply and said,

"We had sex and I haven't seen him since." Dr Briefs looked at his daughter with a sad expression upon his face.

"Sweetie, its not your fault. It's and his upbringing. He doesn't want to have people who care about him because he sees it as a weakness. He's been alone all his life and never had any company. Its new to him so take it slow." Bulma couldn't help but stare at her father. Where had this knowledge of the saiyans prince come from. But that was unimportant, she understood his words and completley took his point. She would have to work for this, and she did have one victory: Vegeta was jealous if Yamcha. She wondered if she could use that and then thought of a new plan.

"Thanks dad, do you mind if I work on something else for a while?"

"Not at all sweetie."

And so Bulma set to work.

-(m)-

Vegeta sensed for ki one last time checking that the woman was still asleep in the lab and away from her father. Happy that thsi was fact, he walked off in to Bulma's dad.

"Doctor, I demand more training bots." Dr Briefs looked up already knowing who it was. It was strange he had no fear of Vegeta, he knew his threats to the Briefs family to be empty.

"Vegeta, Bulma makes the training bots not me. Ask her." He replied nonchalantly

"I asked you," Vegeta replied venom dripping in his words.

"Well I'm sorry I don't know how to make them," he lied so well even the saiyans prince didn't notice.

"Hn." And Vegeta walked off. 'Stupid man, can't even make some stupid robots. Now he would have to talk to the woman. He sighed. Tomorrow he told himself.

Yet tomorrow came and went and he still had no bots. How can confrontation be so difficult for him? It's a woman, a human women. What could she do to the saiyan? Distract him. Confuse him. Make him experience something he had thought had died along with his planet. Make him happy. He couldn't take it any more he had to go away. Not to space, he couldn't leave the boy when his training was so important. But he needed to clear his head. He stepped outside the gravity room and flew into the mountains.

-(m)-

Bulma was working in her lab where her mother called out from her lab, "bulma, Yamcha's at the door." Yamcha? Oh she couldn't deal with this right now. But she had to hear him out; he should have a chance to explain himself.

"I'm coming mum."

Bulma looked at Yamcha expectantly well.

"First off I would like to apolagise for how I acted a few weeks ago. I was drunk and lonley, and I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry."

"It's fine Yamcha. I get it."

"Yeah well I still want to be friends, soooo..." Yamcha took a swig from a flask hidden in his jacket,"wanna go on a walk." Bulma was pretty bored by the time Yamcha came by, and hadn't been outside for a few days.

"Sure. Why not."

Bulma and Yamcha have been walking for quite a while now and ended up on a spot just outside west city. Both of them had been catching up: it been so long since they had properly talked with one another. Yamcha took a swig from the flask.

"So...how's Vegeta." Bulma was confused why did he care. In truth Yamcha had been in west city and sensed Vegeta fly away. He took this a chance to get her back.

"That doesn't really concern you." Bulma replied, with a little bit of anger. Another swig.

"Fine. I was just wandering, because you never seem to be together." That bastard. How dare he judge Vegeta's and hers relationship.

"You bastard, what the fuck is wrong with you. We are over get that into your head." Another swig.

"He doesn't love you. He never will. You should stop wasting your time." How dare he? Bulma was furious. She was ready to hit him.

"At least he doesn't cheat and lie. Hes honest and a much better fighter than you." She practically screamed at him.

Yamcha was starting to get mad now. This was all going wrong. He was meant to get a kiss or heartfelt words: not an argument. Then she hit him and Yamcha got mad. He took one large gulp and emptied the bottle. He grabbed Bulma's wrists and held her to the ground and the sloppily planted his lips apon her. He tasted of regret and vodka. But he carried on careesinh her face and pushing his tounge into her mouth...just as Bulma knee found his balls. Yamcha screamed, mumbled an apology and left.

Bulma just lay there crying on the floor completely alone. Was she cryo g because of Yamcha or the fact he was right she couldn't be sure: but she was crying.

And someone had noticed. Vegeta stood on a rock formation just a little way away. Watching the heiress with horror. A feeling washing through his body which had never felt before. He sighed and not really knowing what he was doing scooped Bulma up and flew her to her bedroom. "Goodnight Bulma." He wispered, before taking his leave

To be continued