First off, I apologize. This chapter was pretty hard to write because I think writers' block finally attacked me, haha. But I'm back and hey, I don't know how good this chapter is going to be to you guys. It's kind of...blah, not my best. You'll see.

But here's a recap;

Yet here she was, lying under this emotionally and physically abused, cautious, virile man who could magically turn around and speak to her in a husky, crazily attractive voice while sending chills down her spine with his murky eyes, and praying that he would claim her mouth with his own.

And he did.

Chapter Eight

Or he would have. His lips were inches from hers, his eyes were boring into hers and his hold on her was tightening in anticipation.

Then, of course, someone interrupted.

The door swung open and more light shined down into the dimly lit room, almost spotlighting the two individuals lying on the floor. They instantly broke apart; the prince rolling off of her while she sat up quickly, dusting herself off.

"Oh? Was I interrupting something?" It was her blond haired, giggling mother with some sort of basket in her hands. The elder woman's head cocked to the side as she watched them get to their feet, a blush forming on her daughter's cheek and a scowl forming on Vegeta's lips.

"Uh no!" Bulma strained through a forced smile. "No, you weren't. Uh...what did you want?"

Mrs. Briefs held up the basket in her hand. "Sandwiches!" She exclaimed happily.

Her daughter's face fell. "Wha-Mom, you just fixed sandwiches a few minutes ago, remember?"

The elder woman blinked. "Did I?"

Bulma clenched her fist and her right eye twitched. Before she could respond however, the prince grumbled something and then marched out, pushing past the oblivious blond and disappearing up the steps. The blue haired genius watched him go with a mixture of relief and disappointment. Her mind was jumbled and disorientated from what could have happened. And, the worst part was that she had initiated it! Was she crazy? Yeah sure, she guessed that she was somewhat attracted to the short man but that didn't justify everything else. Besides the obvious fact that he was arrogant and spiteful, she had just broken up with Yamcha!

She sighed. Hopeless; that was what she was. A hopeless, love craving, whore. Her luck with men was horrible and her feelings always betrayed her. Nothing good would come out of hooking up with Vegeta.

Yet would it hurt to try? He was obvious attracted to her as well (at least physically). And they were grown ups, they were in charge of their own actions and damn it, they had emotions and urges as well. Sleeping with him didn't have to imply that anything else would happen after wards. Because, she was quite sure, that he didn't want to form a relationship either. So what would one fling do?

Bulma furrowed her eyebrows at her own thoughts and sighed heavily again. Was she seriously contemplating a one night stand with Vegeta!? No way, she wasn't that type of gal, nuh uh.

So why had she considered it?

With a slump of her shoulders, Bulma realized that her mother had skipped out as well, leaving her alone in the dust covered basement. She rolled her eyes and walked out as well, planning to get a few workers to come back down with her later to get the prototype.

Because, at the moment, she wanted a relaxing bath and a good nap. Then she'd even wish for hectic reporters and a shitload of clients. Anything, that could get her mind off of the flame haired prince that was, easily, turning her life upside down.

******

Pat pat pat.

Dr. Briefs blew out a sigh but kept his eyes focused on the computer screen in front of him. His pet feline, Scratch, was underneath his leg, nestled into a ball, sleeping peacefully.

Pat pat pat.

The purple haired man faulted for a split second, his eye twitching and then he went pushed past the sound to concentrate on the task at hand: building the new GR.

Pat pat pat.

Focus, keep focus, he told himself, clenching the computer mouse tightly.

Pat pat pat.

He broke. "Vegeta, is there something you wanted!?" The man asked in a barely restrained voice, turning around in his swivel chair to face the prince. He had arrived back down in his lab a few minutes ago. Peculiarly, however, he hadn't said a word but just began to pace back and forth, back and forth. He had been doing it for a whole thirty minutes now and it was bothering the good doctor greatly. "I thought you were helping Bulma with the-"

"She can handle it."

The elder genius watched in dismay as the flame haired male continued his restless pacing, his face masked over with a quiet calm, obvious distressed from his jerking movements. Dr. Briefs rolled his eyes and left him alone. One thing he didn't want to do was make him angry...or angrier.

Vegeta was barely aware of his motions. His eyes were focused on the carpeted floor and his mind was scattered all over the place. Or at least, that was what it seemed like when, in actuality, they were centered on one topic:

The blue haired woman.

Scowling, Vegeta clenched his hands into fist and subconsciously quickened his pace.

He had kissed her. Or almost, at least. He had almost kissed her.

For the second time.

The first kiss hadn't been much of anything, had it? No, just a simple thing he had done to show her up, to make her confused and befuddled because she looked attractive when she was-

He stopped. Attractive!? No, no, not attractive but amusing. Yes, she looked amusing when she was baffled.

Either way, the second kiss hadn't had that same intention. So why had he almost done it? What was the purpose?

Lust.

Alright, he thought wryly, that was an okay reason. The woman wasn't especially ugly. Well fine, she was attractive-

He growled. There was that word again. He refused to believe that he was....that word...to her. Because that meant he had feelings for her, correct? And he did not. Unless you counted the negative feelings she brought out of him; annoyance, irritation, detest.

He was getting off topic. What had he been trying to figure out again? Ah yes, the kiss and why it had occurred.

Why, the answer was obvious! He suddenly thought with a smirk. She had asked him to! She had started it. She wanted him.

Yet that still didn't explain why he had obliged. His smirk vanished. Now what could explain that?

Recap, he told himself. It was time to recap. What did he know? One, Bulma wanted him. Two, something, some force of unnatural senses, was compelling him towards her. But he did not want her. He despised her. Yet, lust was evident and so, he could have just wanted her body.

Well, there it was, he shrugged, he wanted to fuck her.

Now, that wasn't necessarily bad, was it? He frowned. Not as bad as he making it out to be anyway. Yes, she was a weakling human and yes, he shouldn't have been thinking of mating-screwing-the brains out of someone from this god awful planet especially someone who he hated and irritated him as much as her.

But he wanted to and she wanted to as well. That much was fairly obvious.

Vegeta put two fingers to the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "I'm making a big deal out of nothing."

"What was that?"

The Saiyan Prince looked up to see Dr. Briefs staring at him quizzically and his eyes widened at the thought that the doctor might have been watching him the whole time. "N-Nothing."

The purple haired man squinted his eyes in suspicious. "You sure have been acting strange. Are you okay?"

"Y-yes you buffoon!" He exclaimed suddenly in anger. "Now, stop worrying about things that have nothing to do with you and fix that damn machine before I bash your face in!" Then, he stomped out.

Dr. Briefs blinked in surprise. "Wow, someone's defensive." He chuckled.

******

Bulma tip toed through the dark halls of Capsule Corporation warily. She had just done what she planned; taking a bath and then napping. Unfortunately, she hadn't meant to nap for so long. It was close to ten forty five at night now and she wondered if her father had covered for her like he always did. It made her feel guilty at times when she had to rely on her father and place her work on his shoulders. He had already taken full credit of the 'fighting incident' that had occurred a few days ago on the front lawn, telling the reporters that it had all be an experiment he was testing and that it had went awry. He had even taken in all the criticism and nasty comments on the front page and news with a grin, joking to her that maybe Vegeta should have fried those reporters.

She knew he was just being his nice, helpful self and that he hated when she was blamed. Yet his selfless actions never made Bulma feel better. They simply made her feel even guiltier and a little angry that he didn't think she was strong enough to run the company alone.

As the blue haired girl poked her head into the dark kitchen, dressed in her favorite flimsy white nightgown, she was delighted to find it empty. Not only was she trying to remain quiet so her parents wouldn't wake up but she was working awfully hard to avoid one certain Saiyan Prince.

Her comforting bath and lazy, restored nap had only done so much to get her mind off of him. Actually, she had dreamed of him. How great was that? Dreaming, once again, about a person you'd like to forget. Her subconscious was her own enemy these days.

But she didn't see any sight of the thick eye browed man and she didn't hear any sudden sounds. What do you know, she thought with a laugh, maybe he took his arrogant self off to bed at a reasonable time.

She blissfully poured a cup of cold coffee her mother had probably made earlier on, whistling a tune and dancing to it. If there was one thing that could make her upbeat, it was the dark brown liquid she loved more then anything. Nothing could ruin her good mood at the moment.

She turned to sit down at the table and that was when she saw it. Her eyebrows shot up, her eyes widened and her mouth opened to scream.

It was menacing, large (to her, at least) and quite ugly looking with its many tentacle-like legs and deformed body.

A spider.

The shriek that escaped out of Bulma's mouth was piercing and loud as she stumbled backwards. Her grip loosened and the cup fell, breaking into pieces as the coffee splattered onto the tiled floor. She lost her footing and went down as well, pain shooting up her shoulder when it hit the side of the table, causing the unsteady thing to fall over as well, tumbling on top of her limp body with a definite and resounding thud.

Silence.

A few beats later, the kitchen light flickered on and Bulma groaned as she opened her eyes to look up at a fuzzy, darkened shadow. She blinked a few times to focus and when she realized who it was she couldn't help but groan again.

"You know," He started with a smirk. "The sad thing is; this sight doesn't surprise me."

"Very funny, Vegeta." She spat out, motioning to the table lying on top of her. "Now could you get this off of me? I think it's smashing one of my lungs."

"Let's hope it's completely irreparable. Then maybe you wouldn't talk so much." He ignored her glare and effortlessly lifted it off of her, placing it neatly back in its original position. And, to her surprise, he offered his hand to her. She blinked and took it quickly before he changed his mind and let him pull her up.

Once standing, she stretched her back and moaned in pain, holding her side. How clumsy could she be? She thought in embarrassment. And, of course, Vegeta would come to her 'rescue.' Just her luck. She wondered where her parents were and was a bit angry at the thought that they were probably still sound asleep unlike Vegeta, whom seemed to never rest.

She dared a glance at the short male and only blushed deeper when she realized he was staring stoically at her exposed legs. Pulling down her short nightgown (that she now regretted wearing), she shot him a disapproving glare.

He glanced up to meet her eyes and she intensified the glare. Then he did something weird and unexpected; he moved towards her and reached for her leg.

She instantly jumped back. "Hey, you pervert, what are you doing-"

"There's a cut on your leg."

Bulma's face froze and she looked down to indeed see a nice scratch trailing down her thigh, blood oozing out of it. She wondered why she hadn't felt it and felt her cheeks heat up even more at what she had thought he was doing. Maybe he would let it go.

One look at his face told her he wouldn't. He smirked at her accusation, cocked his head to the side slightly and asked, "Pervert?"

She blew out a sigh and looked away. "Sorry." She muttered before glancing down at the floor. The large brown stain spreading brought her back to her senses and she grabbed a handful of paper towels and cleaned it up along with the broken glass.

After she was done, Vegeta pointed to a chair. "Sit."

"Excuse me, I-"

"Sit."

Bulma slowly slid onto the kitchen chair and tried to conjure up an annoyed look at his command but it was replaced by curiosity when he dragged over a chair and sat across from her, dangerously close. "Let me see your leg."

"I can take care of-"

"Let me see it."

As she brought up her leg for his inspection, she wondered why she kept doing what he instructed and why he cared in the first place. He didn't look angry or sensual or even concerned. He just looked...calm and quiet. Maybe that was why she was quickly obeying him...because he looked.....at ease and placid instead of taut and livid. And his touch was so...supple. She felt places on her body heat up that shouldn't have.

She watched him softly take her leg and place it on his knee, turning it slowly and looking the cut over. Now she thought about it, up close, the scratch looked rather large and deep. She felt her stomach lurch at the blood and put a hand over her mouth.

He noticed her reaction. "What's wrong?" Calm, collected voice.

"I-Blood nauseates me."

That amused him to some extent because his mouth twitched into a smirk. "It's not fatal." She thought he sounded a bit sarcastic. "But it's pretty deep. Just put some antibiotics on it and bandage it up." He then gently placed her leg back on the floor and she stared at him in utter disbelief.

He scowled at her expression. "What?"

"You can't do that." She told him in a slight pout.

"Can't do what?"

"That!" Bulma gestured wildly at him as he stood up. "You can't be mean and volatile one day and then nice and caring the next."

Vegeta's face turned bemused and he folded his arms across his chest. "And why not?"

"Because! It doesn't work that way!" She was fully aware of how childish she sounded but she didn't care. She was sick and tired of his mood swings that were making her confused.

"What doesn't work that way?"

"People!" The blue haired mogul exclaimed. "People don't work that way! You can't do something and then act completely different after wards, damn it!"

He was slightly taken aback and angered by her outburst. "So you think everything's suppose to be black and white?"

"Yes." Bulma said, a bit more quietly. "Everything is suppose to be simple." He was suppose to be simple. Or, at least, she wanted him to be simple....didn't she!? Damn it, she was confused again! "Never mind." She huffed in exasperation. "I-I don't know. Just-I don't know."

And that was right. She didn't know. She had no idea what was happening to her. She didn't know why this man was stirring emotions inside of her that she hadn't even known existed. She couldn't even understand what had caused her to say the things she was saying now. Maybe she was just stressed; she thought dryly, she needed a vacation for goodness sakes.

"So that's what you want? A simple life?"

Bulma glanced up to meet his murky, guarded eyes. She opened her mouth but quickly shut it. Her life had never been simple and the people around her weren't simple at all. She had grown up around complicated men and women all her life. So the real question was; was she happy with difficult or did she thrive for simple?

But instead of answering directly, she asked, "Don't you?"

Vegeta stared at her for a bit and then answered confidently without hesitation, a smirk spreading over his lips. "Of course not. I like a challenge."

It was then, after he voiced it out loud, when Bulma realized in slight dismay and relief that she felt the exact same way.

They locked eyes and she wondered what he was thinking and she hoped, in spite of herself, that he'd kiss her again.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he leaned down. The blue eyed woman sucked in a breath and knew that it was coming; he was starting from where he left off earlier that day. There'd be no interruptions here.

But instead, he stretched his arm and then retracted it slowly, holding something in his hand that was wiggling. Bulma's face paled when she realized what it was.

The spider.

"This was in your hair." Vegeta stated, one dark, thick eyebrow raised.

Then he watched in disbelief as the blue haired woman fainted.

Blah. See what I mean by 'not my best'? Review if you wish but I understand if you don't.

-TBS.