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Chapter Nine

Entry 01:

Its February 9th...or 10th, I'm not quite sure.....I've been drifting lately. Aηywho, I've taken to write in this again: My diary. I actually feel kind of...childish for this. I mean, I haven't written in this thing since I was...what? Eleven....or maybe thirteen...right before I entered high school.

But who cares? I'm a grown woman and this is perfectly natural. Ladies have diaries too right? Even some men do. Either way, I like writing. It takes my mind off of...other matters.

And by other matters, I mean a certain proud prince of Saiyans that is living in my home. Yeah, I'll have to explain how he came to be here later, diary. The point is; he's here and more annoying than ever. He's crazy and uncontrolled and tense and angry at the damn time. Did I tell you he's made the Gravity Room explode? And that's he's fought Yamcha, harassed my father and almost EVERY worker here and orders me around everyday. AND he calls me 'Woman'! As if I don't have a name! Sometimes I just want to slap him!

Oh hehe, I've done THAT before. Awesome right? Put him right in his place. I swear, if I weren't such the nice, kind, and beautiful woman that I am then I would have kicked his ungrateful ass out a long time ago.

So that's why I'm wondering something.

Why is such a spiteful man attracting my attention?

Yes, I know what you're thinking: Bulma, are you insane? He's a maniac.

But he's really not all THAT bad. Sure, he's irritating at times and macho but isn't every guy that why? Besides...he can be...comforting and almost soft at times. We've even kissed! Almost TWICE, at that. And when I tell you he's a good kisser, I MEAN he's a good kisser. If I went into more detail then...wow...you...

Okay enough of that. I'm tired of thinking about it; it's stuck in my head! Back on subject.

Sometimes....rarely, Vegeta shows a....a more caring side to him. It's a strong adjective to use and slightly over exaggerating. It's more like he shows a...calmer side to his persona. There's definitely more shades to him as I originally thought.

And so help me, I want to figure out each one.

PS: Diary, it's been seven days since I've spoken to Yamcha after our breakup. That's right; a whole freaking week. He's scum. I hate him. Gosh, I wish he'd die. I hope the Androids blow him to pieces...he's such a pig!!!

PSS: Okay, I take that back diary. That was a horrible thing to say. SO horrible. I'm not normally this hostile. I just....I wish he'd call at least...

PSSS: Diary, am I a hopeless love addict? I mean, do I need a man to fulfill me? Well...it's.........maybe I'm needy?

PSSSS: I take that back as well, I know I'm not needy. I'm just going through a phase. Maybe I really should take a vacation?

-βulmα βriεfs.

*****

Bulma cracked her eyes open reluctantly and blew out a sigh as she came awake with a big yawn. Another sigh escaped her mouth when she turned to glance at the clock beside her bed. She was running behind drastically. Stupid alarm. It always malfunctioned. Turning onto her back, she laid spread eagled and stared at the ceiling. It was well past eleven o'clock and she knew that the world was already up and alive while she milled around. It wouldn't wait for her to drag her ass out of bed because, even if she sometimes wished it did, the planet didn't revolve around her.

She heard some shouting and yelling downstairs and rolled her eyes. The voice was unmistakable. She knew one person who really believed his life was the center of everyone else's.

The woman lifted herself off her comfy bed and didn't bother to change out of her flimsy nightgown as she trekked downstairs in search of coffee. Her hair was tousled and uncombed, her eyes were sunk in and she knew she must have looked like hell.

Her assumption was only proved further when she ran into Vegeta and caught his wide eyed look before he wiped it away and scowled, watching her start a cup of coffee. Ever since her father had repaired the GR five days ago, they barely talked anymore. Neither had mentioned the kiss, neither had mentioned the ALMOST second kiss and neither had made much effort to bring them up. And, since the prototype metal had been installed, the damage done to Gravity machine had decreased sufficiently. It was a giant success. No more explosions or fires.

But, quite frankly, after passing out in his company, Bulma had been grateful about his aloof attitude. And any time they did run into each other, she'd scurry away with red cheeks. Déjà vu.

But now, as she waited for her drink to get done, she didn't feel embarrassed at all. She probably looked like a walking mummy, standing under his gaze and she didn't even care. Her indifference both surprised and made her feel good. What did that mean? That her feelings for him (whatever they had been) were fading?

Or was she just sick of her life?

Vegeta noted her withered expression and, of course, he smirked. Because when she was miserable, he was ecstatic. "Wow woman, you're looking especially beautiful today."

She forced a smile at his sarcasm and let it fade slowly. "Why thank you. I see you're finally learning how to appreciate true beauty."

"True beauty? You?"

"That's right."

"Heh, delusional." He snorted, rolling his eyes.

"You're one to talk, Mr. I am the greatest."

"I am the greatest."

"Only in your dreams."

"Or in yours."

Bulma saw the glint of mischief in his eye and, for a fleeting moment, she thought that he knew about the dreams she had had that featured him and she narrowed her eyes in anger. The coffee pot went off and she turned to pour herself a cup and dismissed the thought. He had simply been teasing her. Which was, now that she thought about it, not like him at all. She glanced up from her cup to stare at him as he stuck his head in the fridge and realized that he did look a bit...cheerier.

"You're in a good mood." She leaned back on the corner, the mug between both hands. The heat radiating from it, burning her palms didn't bother her. She was much too tired and weary for it to.

He turned to give her a raised eyebrow. "Can't say the same for you."

She gulped down some coffee. "Yeah. I don't feel very good."

"I figured. Shouldn't you be off doing something? Like, for instance, your job?"

Bulma sighed. She really didn't think she was up enough to deal with her clients. "I'm in no mood for those know-it-all men who walk around on their own pedestals and look down on women as if they're inferior and wastes of space."

Vegeta's face twitched slightly but he remained placid. "They don't sound that bad."

"Of course you wouldn't think so. You're just like them."

"I don't think of women as wastes of space."

"You don't?"

"Of course not. They cook, after all. And wash my clothes and obey my every command. Not wastes of space. Just little minions."

She shot him a mean glare that only managed to amuse him even more because the corner of his mouth turned up into a lopsided smile. She looked down at her empty cup, wondering briefly where all her coffee went and thought about throwing it at the infuriating male. "You're terrible."

"Compliments will get you no where."

The woman sighed and set her cup down. "So why exactly are you out of the GR? You've been locked up in that thing for decades. I thought for sure you'd emerge with a beard down to your knees." Then she squinted at her own statement. "Hey wait, why don't you grow beards? And how come your hair doesn't grow?" The realization made her purge deep into her mind and try to bring up a memory of seeing the Saiyan with excess hair. She couldn't think of one.

"The hair that Saiyans are born with is all they will have until death."

"Wow." Bulma blinked. "Kinda weird."

"You'd rather see me with a beard?" Vegeta cocked his head to the side slightly, expression almost analyzing.

She pictured it in her mind and shuddered. "Not especially."

"I can grow a beard."

"No, thank you."

He stared at her for a bit, his look guarded. But under the facade, Bulma could swear that she saw something. Curiosity? Was he trying to figure out what she liked in men? The thought was so absurd she actually let out a little squeak of laughter. He didn't give a damn about her or what she thought. He had made that perfectly clear when he had explained his view on women.

Yet he had kissed her. But, he was a man after all. And he considered females nothing but play things. So, what? He had wanted sex and went for it.

Her own analyzing didn't make her feel any better. For the last few days she had given herself the delusional fantasy that he had kissed her because of a strange but strong attraction(probably because that was how she felt). If she began to think he just saw her as a tool, her self confidence would decrease tenfold.

And she honestly didn't need another man breaking her down.

She watched him exit without a word and something suddenly occurred to her: She didn't know much about the man. Sure, she knew the superficial facts like how temperamental he could be or his 'ultimate' goal but she didn't know anything personal. The revelation made her even more confused. It wasn't like he'd tell her anything so why was she thinking about it? He was like a closed book with multiple locks on it.

Bulma wondered what key she needed.

"Vegeta!" She took off at a dead run after him and caught him just before he stepped outside into the backyard. He turned to give her an almost apprehensive look before frowning. After she caught her breath (boy was she out of shape), Bulma grinned widely and it looked weird to him after seeing the apathetic look she had pulled off in the kitchen. Talk about a mood swing. "Where are you heading?"

The question made him frown deeper. "Where do you think, woman? To train." He watched her brighten up and started to get angry at her liveliness. "What is it you wanted?"

"Uh...well...you see-"

"Spit it out."

"Could I come watch you train?" Her grin turned sheepish and she even gave him a flutter of her eyelashes. Vegeta gave her a look of utter disbelief that probably covered up the slight blush on his cheeks from her flirtatious smile.

"What?" Had he heard wrong?

"Train. Can I watch you train?"

"Wh-For what?"

She blinked. "Would that bother you?"

"Yes. For one, you'd be in the way."

"I promise I won't."

He narrowed his eyes. "Where exactly would you be then?"

Bulma laughed nervously and smile again. "I installed a camera in the top. I won't even be in the room."

The first thing that flashed across his face was surprise and then fury took over and his fist clenched. He spat out, through clenched teeth, "Who told you to install that? I said-"

"I know, I know but it was just for a safety measure. In case you trained yourself to death." It was her turn to narrow her blue eyes. "Besides, I heard my father increased the gravity options."

He growled at the statement but said nothing. Later on, he'd have to bash the doctor's face in. Not only had he let the woman install something against his wishes but he had went back on their deal to keep the new gravity settings a secret.

"I forced it out of him, by the way." She continued, obviously proud at her achievement.

"You guile woman."

The blue haired mogul waved his statement off. "You two should know better. So," Her eyes widened and her eyebrows shot up. "Can I watch or what?"

Vegeta tried his best to keep his angered scowl at the news just delivered to him but he couldn't help but sound intrigued as he asked, "Wh-why do you want to?"

He got a shrug in reply. "Well, why not? I've heard you brag about your power ever since I met you. Is it such a crime that I want to see if you can back up all that talk?" Then she winked and he watched incredulously as she strolled out the door towards the backyard.

As much as the short man wanted to object, to tell her to leave him be, to claim that she would be a distraction, he couldn't. And, as he thought about it, he didn't really want to.

Because, for the very first time in his short life, someone was interested in what he loved. In what he spent most of his time doing. Someone wanted to see him train without judging his every move or punishing him if he did something wrong. A woman, at that. The same woman who drove him insane.

But surprisingly, that made him feel good. Hell, it made him feel better than good.

It made him feel.....almost jovial.

As the shorter Saiyan followed the woman out, he smirked and the wall of loneliness that had been lurking around him ever since he arrived on Earth weakened.

"Fine," He said, as he walked up behind her, hands on hips. "You can watch but you have to do something first."

"That would be?" She asked, turning around and cocking her head to the side.

Vegeta gave her a quick once over and said dully, "Fix yourself up." He then chuckled lowly at her glare and watched her stomp back inside, barely dodging the punch she sent towards his shoulder.

******

Raw. Intense. Concentrated. Alert.

Those were the words that first came to Bulma's mind as she watched Vegeta through her laptop intensely, her eyes unblinking. She was sitting on the lawn, right outside of the Gravity Machine with her laptop in front of her. It had been relatively easy to connect the camera to the device and have it play the feedback it was seeing on the screen. She had been watching the man train for what seemed like hours and it only bothered her once that she had ditched all of her clients for the day. It wasn't as if she did this everyday. What would one day off do?

She squirmed but didn't take her eyes off the small screen. She had been so interested in him that she hadn't peed or eaten the entire time.

But she thought her sacrifices were worth it. Her eyes locked onto the muscular Saiyan, his upper body bare and watched him as he twirled around and punched at invisible enemies. It was a wonder how his actions could put her in such a trance. How his focused face made her become more focused. How his power seemed to give her renewed strength. He generated masculinity and his bulging muscles made her feel feminine and small. Sweat rolled down his body yet she was the one who felt hot. Real hot.

He dropped down to do push ups and her stomach growled, breaking her daze. She tore her eyes away from the male to glance down at her tummy and grimaced. Then, all her decisions came to bite her in ass and she shot to her feet. Her bladder and hunger almost toppled her over as she ran into the building.

When she returned back outside, she realized that the sky had darkened. Wow, how long had she been sitting? Her legs had felt like pudding and she had had to eat over six oranges and three sandwiches to stop her hunger pains. She understood now how Vegeta could get so lost in his training. It was almost hypnotic.

She was barely surprised to sit down in her original position beside the GR and find that Vegeta hadn't stopped or halted at all. From his counting, he was apparently on number five hundred sixty two of his push ups. His determination was overwhelming, she pondered. It made her feel lazy and slacking.

Because she had thought ahead this time, Bulma pulled out the bag of chips she had brought with her and started to munch on them, her blue eyes locking back onto the sweating, bare chested male once more.

And, in the back of her mind, almost in her subconscious, she thought that she'd be able to watch him all night. Then she thought that she wouldn't mind watching him tomorrow night. Or the night after that. Or the many nights after that.

She'd watch him until he tired. She'd watch him until he went to bed. She'd watch him until he made Super Saiyan.

Because she knew, knew more than anything else, that he'd reach his goal.

And she wanted to be there to watch his expression when he did. In her mind she pictured it; his face flickering in astonishment and then morphing into complete happiness.

Yes, for some unfathomable reason, Bulma would have given anything to see him happy. To see him smile. To watch him.

Then, randomly and without feeling disgust at her own thoughts, she wondered what it'd be like to watch him sleep beside her; his muscles relaxed, his eyes closed, his expression one of peace.

******

Entry 02:

Diary, I think I've made a major break through, honestly. You remember Vegeta right? Saiyan Prince? Haughty? Proud man?

Well, I've just watched him train for six hours straight and I feel as though I understand him so much more from it. Is that weird? I thought it was at first but now that I think about it, it's not. Shouldn't it be obvious that, although he probably doesn't know it, his guarded expression drizzles down when he trains?

I saw his anger, his frustration, and his determination.

And yes I know what you're thinking; doesn't he always show these emotions?

Well, I saw others as well. I saw the pain when he hurt himself, I saw panic flicker across his face from time to time and then, when he finally exited, I saw something he probably tried to keep hidden from observing eyes:

I saw disappointment. Disappointment that he hadn't reached his goal. Disappointment at his lack of strength. Maybe even a flash of sadness.

And when I saw that in his eyes I couldn't help but feel saddened as well.

-βulmα βriεfs.

^_^ Reviews are appreciated, blah, blah, blah. Hope you liked this chapter. Yep, I'm going to try and sum this up real soon.

BTW: Does anyone else find it weird that, during the Cell saga, Vegeta claimed that full blooded Saiyans couldn't grow hair and then he got a beard in GT? A glitch, maybe? Anyway, that's where I got the idea for that little, weird scene in this chapter, haha.

Until next time.