DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own DBZ! All rights belong to Akira Toriyama
I also do NOT own the songs from the previous chapter they belong their rightful owners!

Quick A/N:

I know some people are still confused but this IS a B/V fic!
As in Bulma and Vegeta WILL get together!
Yes he's in a relationship with someone else and Bulma is having weird dreams about another man…but that doesn't mean it will last!
It will take some time more than likely in a few more chapters so please bare with me!
I want them to be together just as much you guys do but I have to restrain myself from writing them together too quickly.
Also this should have been with chapter 3 but I wanted to make it to a different chapter.

Any who, lets carry one shall we?

Okay! Well then without further ado, I present you...

Chapter 4: Faded Dreams

"What are you staring at jerk?" She managed to say in a non stuttering tone. She crossed her arms under her chest, her anger rising remembering that it was his fault she woke up from an intimate dream. Vegeta shook his head and the heated stare was replaced by a glare.

"You're ugly face woman. Where's your imaginary friend? I thought you brought him over." He gave a dark chuckle, "You are indeed crazy. You are really losing your mind woman, you know that? I wouldn't be surprised if you end up in an asylum." Vegeta growled then he was smacked, by his headache and by his girlfriend who gave him a glare that said 'apologize'. He rolled his eyes not fearing the look his mate gave him, it meant nothing to him.

"…" Bulma felt her insides burning, her blood sizzling to the point she felt her whole body was fire. She walked up to him as everyone watched in silent, ignoring their headaches for that moment. Bulma's energy, caused by anger, to rise. Her azure eyes grew darker shade of blue that reminded him the water that surrounded Earth. Her fists there clutched tightly against her sides but did not raise them no matter how much she wanted to punch him. His words hurt her that it made her want to run. He called her crazy plenty of times but they never hurt like now. She knew she was with someone last night, she knew. She wasn't crazy!

"You don't know anything." She finally spoke, her anger diminishing in an instant. The dark color of her eyes moisten as tears were forming, she pushed in between the couple, heading out the kitchen, back up the stairs. The loud bang of a door being slammed was heard from the upstairs rooms. The rest of the gang, glared at the flamed haired man who didn't give a damn about the girl who was silently crying from his harsh words.

Earlier in the morning before everyone woke up

Vegeta tossed and turned as he slept but it went unnoticed by the woman who was deep asleep next to him. Nightmares were coming and going, some were of his long lost Planet Vegeta, the death of his father who was brutally killed by the most feared alien in the galaxy. He hated to admit it. He couldn't protect his people but he was glad that some of his race managed to find sheltered on planet Earth.

He had been brought to Earth since he was only five years old but quickly adjusted to its customs no matter how weird they were. As he grew older, he never lost his heritage or stopped learning from his loyal companions Napa and Radizt. They (mostly Napa) were full of history from his home planet and he commanded to be taught on everything of his planet's traditions and history. If he were to lose his beliefs then he would have lost himself along with it.

Dreams or nightmares, whatever he was seeing behind his closed eyes lids where swiped from his mind as a new image came into mind…

Vegeta was standing on solid green grass with many different types of plant life that received no attention from him. Something inside him told him to walk and his feet began to move without his consent. Curious, he let his feet take him where they wanted to go. He passed through several bushes that blocked his way entering a small meadow.

His feet planted himself to the ground and he didn't want to move. His eyes spotted a very dressed up Bulma. The way that light hit her body, made her glow like a goddess. Her bright sapphire hair freely moved with the wind caressing her back gently. Her dress added more to the goddess look in his eyes. But what really made her beautiful was how she looked happy, almost like back when she was young, carefree.

Vegeta froze as she got closer to him. Her hands reached out to him, caressed his cheek with her delicate fingers that he once kissed passionately few years ago… He went to raise his hand so he could touch her but his body didn't respond. He let out a growl when he was literally frozen in place. Having her body so close, oh so close, drove him mad. He didn't even know where this possession of having her body came from. He remembered the first and only time they gave themselves to each other; he remembered her addictive, swollen, lips moaning his name over and over again. How her body responded with every touch and assault he inflicted on her body.

Vegeta eyes opened his eyes wide, when he felt her face dangerously close to his, her nose barely touching his. She took a small sniff, taking in his scent, something he found strange and surprising. She smiled to herself, and then her face gently shifted as if trying to figure out something. If only his body wasn't frozen, he would have taken her.

A ruffle of the grass in front of her caused her to break her contact with Vegeta, turning her whole body into the direction of the sound. Bulma tilted her head when a man materialized in front of her. He was extremely handsome that she felt a hint of blush rushing to her cheeks.

He immediately glared at the man that came closer to her. He didn't like how he was staring at her or how close he was getting to her. Nor did he like who she responded at just his mere presence. He felt anger rising from the bottom of his stomach boiling his intestines, then blood, and finally his heart.

"I've been waiting for you." The man whispered loud and clear and leaned closer to her. Bulma finally closed her eyes letting herself prepare for the kiss…

Vegeta felt himself starting to disappear as his woman whispered the man's name with so much…dare he say it…love? What the hell was he seeing?

The unknown man leaned in and gave her a chaste kiss. His lips were surprising soft unlike his hands and she leaned further to deepen the kiss. Her arms locked him in place, keeping him from pulling back. He gasped; surprised she kissed him but returned her kiss. Their hands were exploring each other, wanting their bodies to remember something that was there. Everything felt so fresh…So real… Slowly without knowing it, she was letting herself to be taken by this stranger. Her mind was slowly forgetting…

Watching the two kiss like that made Vegeta grow empty and then filled with raw anger. THAT WAS HIS WOMAN FOR CRISS SAKES! Wait what…?

He felt his whole being, slowly to fade into the nature that surrounded him. He could feel Bulma letting go…Letting go of him. Something in the man's heart and mind didn't want that to happen. When he realized that he had control of his limbs again, he struggled forward trying to reach them but he grew weaker by the minute. Vegeta found himself falling the ground, his hands giving up under his weight. His whole body melted on the ground but his head was staying afloat so he could watch Bulma letting go even more. He gathered all the power he could and shouted…

"Woman!"

Vegeta woke up with a jolt surging through his body; his hands ran up to his flaming hair trying to gather what he had dreamed. Did that dream really scared him? I'm not afraid of losing something that IS NOT mine. He thought but he wasn't sure. He glanced down at his mate, Crystal, who had a peaceful look on her face. Even when he was with her, on regular bases his mind would drift to his best friend. He knew it was a mistake taking Bulma that night. He thought that sleeping with Bulma would get rid of the desire they had for each other.

He wasn't sure how it happened but he could only remember to the part where he had her on his bed, both of them naked, and their need for each other taking control for that one night. He thought it'd be the end of it. He honestly did. Of course that night kept paying him a visit when he thought of her. There was something there but he didn't want to acknowledge it. He shook his head again and shifted on his relationship on Crystal.

She was a great lover; he can't deny it, and a great person whom he could trust. She gave him everything and was everything he thought he needed in a woman. Then why did you sleep with Bulma? If Crystal such an important person to you…why did you commit the ultimate betrayal? His conscious shot at him.

He groaned when a headache broke through his thoughts. He had experienced this many times when he had a few extra drinks in him but he couldn't help it. Noises where heard from the bottom floor and he knew everyone else had woken up.

"Crystal…wake up, time for breakfast." He shook the sleeping girl only to be smacked by her hand. Crystal let out a groan of her own; her hand was pressed on her forehead where she felt the source of her pain.

"Okay… Let me freshen up."

Vegeta nodded and got up and put on a new set of clothes aka sweats. He had a feeling that he had to check on Bulma. The dream was not completely out of his mind. He had to make sure that Bulma didn't actually bring anyone with her… Stop thinking of her! He narrowed his eyes at himself for getting worried. Crystal came back from the linked bathroom from washing her face and brushed her teeth but not bothering on fixing her messy hair.

The couple made their way downstairs where they found everyone half dead and the other half wanting to be dead. Vegeta rolled his eyes at the want to be hard core drinkers cowering from their headaches. Which brought him to his own unnerving pain, it was sharp and pulsing that caused him to scowl. He had his head down with one of his hands rubbing his temple when he glanced up. He saw Bulma staring at him with a pleased smirk. He wasn't sure why but he felt his heart stop.

When did Bulma get so…beautiful? He stared at her with intense desire in his eyes; he felt his throat dry up as he gulped. He wanted to bury his nose into her sea of blue hair, to inhale her natural scent; to get lost in her scent. He wanted to take her again. His stare grew and grew with his want for his best human friend. The dream of losing her made him realize how much he cared for her (not that he'd admit it). He couldn't bear it. Not having the blue haired woman by his side… He wouldn't know what he'd do.

She (again not wanting to admit it) was the only person that he could be… him.

"What are you staring at jerk?"

As their playful (in Vegeta's point of view) turned into a heated argument and led the woman to run up the stairs, to her room crying he couldn't help but feel guilty. Vegeta walked up to the fridge to find something to cure him from the headache that was spoiling his mood even more.

X~X~X

Bulma wiped away her tears in her cool room but was met with partially dried up tears. She shouldn't have taken his words so literally but she couldn't help but let his words hurt her to this degree. She remembered that they had worse fights than this and each time she would find herself ripping off the head of her stuffed animals or breaking every mirror in Caps Corp. She cried several times yes but that was for other reasons like the one sided love she felt for the man.

It was because she loved him that his words hurt more. She cursed the day her genius brain figured out that fact that forever changed her life. Somehow she knew loving him was wrong she couldn't figure it out. He was mysterious, had a dangerous edge, and arrogant man she had ever faced. She had her share of impossible men but Vegeta takes the cake with no challenge.

She sometimes wished that life could have been simple and pin point the person that she'd spend the rest of her life with and that way she could forget about him and that one night. Bulma didn't want to think that when they did that was a mistake. They both knew what they were doing. No one was forced on doing something they didn't want to. It was unexpected that they ended up on his bed that faithful day.

That one night she felt as one with Vegeta.

Now she could barely feel his warmth when she desperately wanted it. She would never feel his arms around her, comforting her like before. Those feelings still lingered in the heiress heart but in the far, bottom corner, of her heart where it should stay. But it was moments like these when that little corner grew at an alarming rate where she was overcome with heartbreak and loss. She should have fought to keep him by her side but she couldn't.

Meeting Crystal was a blessing but also an unwanted curse. The girl had tamed Vegeta in ways Bulma knew she couldn't. This brown hair, honey eye, normal girl tamed the wild man, Vegeta. Truthfully she hated her. Crystal, despite being a good influence on Vegeta, took the only thing Bulma wanted in the whole world. Vegeta, in Bulma's eyes, was a special jewel in all of Earth. It should be taken care of with the most extreme care in hear it will lose its gleam if someone mistreated it.

The heiress punched her pillow and left a heavy dent from her force but the pillow quickly bounced back to its original form. Why couldn't she be with him? Why did Kami send her such a handsome man her way but only to give him to someone else?

Did Kami see her as not worthy of Vegeta? Was there someone else better than him?

"Ha as if." She muttered to herself. No one was like him. He was everything that she could ever want in a man; she couldn't see herself with anyone else. A nagging voice echoed in her head, a voice she ignored since Crystal got into the picture.

You want him… He wants you… Why don't you have a night for yourselves? The voice suggested. Bulma rolled her eyes.

"Yeah right like I want to repeat what happened years ago." Bulma whispered into her pillow, bringing it closer to her face, and buried her face deeper into its softness.

You can't say you regret it Bulma Briefs. You enjoye bit of it. Think about it one more time won't hurt you two.

"What about…"

Crystal? The voice laughed evilly Did you two think about her when you guys slept with each other? Did you think of Yamcha? No, no you didn't. It's going to be the same as before but the only thing that is different is you being single.

"Shut up! I don't want to do that mistake again. She's a good person! She's my friend!" Bulma kept her voice down as she spoke into the pillow.

You're weak for letting that tramp take your man.

"I said shut up!" Bulma said a little bit louder that it made her eyes widen up in shock. "I really am crazy. I'm arguing with myself." Bulma gave a dry laugh at that. The voice, the temptation, was hushed and put back into the black box where all her hate and jealousy for the other girl was kept. It was locked away, gathering with dust but bit by bit she felt like opening up the box to let out the seven plagues from it. She wanted to open up her Pandora Box of emotions and let them loose on Crystal and Vegeta.

"I need some sleep." She muttered again to herself. Bulma buried herself deep into the covers and drifted off to sleep.

X~X~X

Five year old, Bulma woke up with her eyes fighting to open up from their pleasant sleep; her body felt light but was firmly planted on the bed she was in. She turned her head to the side as her hands reached for the sky, stretching. Her hands turned into loose fits as she rubbed her eyes wiping away the sandman's remaining dust from her eyelids. Her hair was messy and few strands were pointing in every direction but the little girl didn't care. Her first priority was waking up and then tending her bed hair.

When her bare feet left the bed and touched the cool steal ground, she stopped in the middle of getting up. She ordered one of her feet to move in several directions trying to feel something soft and warm but was only welcomed by the cold texture of the steal ground.

What happened to the carpet?

Her dark azure eyes opened to find herself in a completely different room rather than hers. It had the look of royalty. The furniture had the expensive smell to it even if they looked simple enough to be called extremely plain, boring, but they had white gold outline on the furniture. There was a couch that was shaped as an 'L' and it was covered with different sizes of cushions. She enjoyed loosing herself into them. They were the softest pillows she ever felt, their softness felt like what clouds would feel like. They were light regardless of how heavy they looked once you picked them up you realize that you can stack all of them up and carry them and not once feel as if you are carrying a heavy load.

The thing that she enjoyed just as much as the pillows was the bed she slept on. It was huge probably bigger than a King size bed that her parents didn't use. The head board had white gold embroiled with a strange blue stone that reflected her image back at her as if she was staring at a mirror that was covered with a blue hue to it. She turned to look at everything else in the room and little by little she was getting herself draw out the interior of the room's layout.

Drawers where exquisite made from the finest material from what she could tell. The nightstand that was a few feet away from her bed she walked towards it admiring its uniqueness and beauty. It was made from a strange rock that resembled like granite but the only thing was the rock reflected little lights that resembled little stars far away in the dark indigo sky.

She was literally happy that she managed to sneak away from her home and come to visit her friend's house. Little Bulma was happy at how sneaky she was also that her parents wouldn't notice her missing for a few days due to their busy life and are rarely ever home. It just seemed perfect for her to visit her friend who she met while her parents were absent. Though it hurt her that she didn't have the attention she wanted from her parents she was happy to have a friend in her life.

A soft but strong enough knock, came from the door to her room. There she turned her full attention to the door that slid open and a tall man with green hair and green complexion entered. He wore a smile on his beautiful features. He had his hair up in a loose pony tail, to Bulma's childish eyes he was exactly how a Prince should look like. He wore a strange set of clothing that but it added to his Prince image.

"My little Princess, my Prince wishes to you to see him immediately." The man spoke. Bulma felt her chubby cheeks turned a light shade of pink when he called her his little Princess. Bulma nodded and ran up to the man's open arms. The man grabbed her with both hands then safely carried her with one hand while the other hung by his side. Little Bulma had one of her arms wrapped around the man's neck and the other placed on the center of his chest. His free hand went up to run his hand through her blue locks, trying to make herself a bit more presentable as he carried her to his Master.

"Hey Zarby, why is it that every time I come and visit there's hardly anyone here?" Little Bulma asked as her eyes scanned the metallic hallway. They turned into a different hallway but the walls where nothing but plain glass that exposed the darkness of space. At first when she visited her friend's 'home', she thought it was weird that her friend was living in space but thought it was awesome all together. The silence was broken by the small clanks of the man's shoes as he walked further down the hallway.

"My dear Princess is to insure your safety and to make sure you don't get scared." The man replied with kindness and concern lacing each word.

"To insure my safety? Did I do something wrong?" The little girl was unaware of what the man was talking about. Sure she helped them improve their strange toys and gave them ideas on new ones but none seemed to answer her own question.

"No, of course not but there are nasty being out there that wish to hurt you because you are just so beautiful and smart that they are jealous that you are friends with my Prince and not with them. Also the Prince has many bad people after him because he was accused of doing many horrible things to others…"

"Frost isn't a bad person!" Bulma quickly went defensive of her friend, "He is a sweet and kind! All the things they say about him are all lies. He's a good person." The man smiled (but in actually it was a smirk but the girl couldn't tell the difference) at the little girl who was defending her 'friend'.

"Yes, my Princess. This world is full of people who would take advantage of you and if they were ever to get a hold of you they would try to turn you against him by saying mean things about him." The man held the girl close as they got closer to their destination.

"You wouldn't let them get to me would you Zarby?" The little child locked eyes with the man who smiled at her.

"Of course not, you're important to my Prince which means you are important to me." The little girl's eyes beamed brightly with a huge smile that reached from ear to ear. 'Zarby' stopped in front of the door and gently brought Bulma back to the ground. "Here we are my little Princess."

"Thank you Zarby, you are one of my bestest, friends ever!" The five year old girl giggled as she took the man's hand and headed inside where she knew Frost was waiting for her to play Prince and Princess.

X~X~X

Bulma woke up again this time she felt different. Something inside her began to change and she wasn't sure what. The room was freezing cold but her body didn't mind as the coolness sunk into her covers destroying the warmth. Her body quickly lost its warmth but felt a new set of warmth in the coldness. Her face felt tight from her dried up tears from the morning. She kicked off her covers and laid on her bed with her arms at her side, her eyes staring at the ceiling.

"What's wrong with me?" She muttered to herself.

A lot of things… You have untamed lust towards your best friend. You are dreaming about another man who you don't know but think you know. Now you are dreaming about aliens? Really, Bulma you are a piece of work. The voice came back but the Heiress tried to ignore it.

The dream didn't feel like a dream almost like a distant memory that was long forgotten just like the boy, Frost. Each time she fell asleep, she seemed to gain something about him. Each day she grew convinced that he was real and not a figment of her imagination. She only had a few more days left before her vacation was over and had to go back to school. Maybe going back would set her at ease.

"I should ask my parents if they know about him." Bulma knew that her parents must have known about her friend or had something on him. She could search him up in the system once she could bypass the security from her father's computer. The young woman wanted to go home; she had to find out more.

Nothing would stop her from getting to the bottom of this mystery.

X~X~X

Well this is the end of the chapter!
I don't know if I liked the ending to be honest.
But next chapter Bulma will become a detective and find out more and more about herself and friend.
Also will she give in to the voice and try to seduce Vegeta once more like she had in the past?
Will she betray her friend Crystal?
How many of you want it to happen?
We shall see next chapter!