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The west wing of my house, ruined; the lawn, fixable but ruined; my day, gone, ruined, more words to describe total devestation of my day...

He only smirked.

That bastard.

"Wipe that smirk off your face you short, spikey haired oaf! You dare come back here and-" His looming figure cut me off.

"Care to go on? Or would you prefer your entire house to be demolished? I could do that for you." He reeked of blood, sweat, and body odor. His breath was foul and gagged me a little. "Provide me with nourishment, Wench." I looked and saw his arms crossed and a haughty look on his face.

"Oh really?" A sneer tugged at my lips and my hands went to rest on my hips. My body craned forwad slightly, as if to hear better. "You expect me to supply you with food? Ha!"

The dark, cold stare of the Saiyan prince intensified with just a simple frown and the narrowing of his eyelids.

I remained unphased. He was not going to scare me into anything. I had moved on from fearing him long ago.

"Are yo-" The words died on his parched lips as my mother swooped in.

"Oh, Bulma, dear. Quit arguing with our guest, you're a better host than that!" Though kind, my mother's reprimand stung, yet I wasn't going to let it show.

A sigh escaped my lips. "Fine, come on your Princelyness." Mom didn't catch the thickly coated sarcasm that clung to my words.

"That's better, Dear. Now, Vegeta, dinner will be ready in an hour and you can use that time to clean up!" Somehow, her closed eyes conveyed bliss as she bounced through the hole and on to the kitchen.

Only my father, Vegeta, and I, remained. For a moment after my mother's departure, silence reigned. But, my father was soon to break it.

"Well sir! I do believe that I'll have to program some robots to fix this here house, now, wont I? Yes, I think I will." He wasn't talking to anyone in particular, but his cat meowed in response anyway. "I agree, Scratch! It is a good thing Bulma put up that new High-Gravity Simulator! Now I, at least, wont have to worry about this old one..." The rest was lost as he too trickled off in order to remedy Vegeta's remodeling job.

I flinched.

No doubt Vegeta had caught wind of the last part and would start making assumptions. Yet, I saw only a smirk.

"You learn fast. An attribute that, for now, has spared you pitiful life." 'Ugh.' My arms fell to my sides as I gestured for him to follow.

"Mom's right. You really need a shower. Fortunately for you, I am a fast learner and I fixxed you up a room after I found out you were coming." I barely caught his surprised expression, but I did catch it, and with a smirk I lead the way to his room.

888P (I noticed that my last chapter lacked these pauses though I had put them in there. For that, I apologize.)

With a tiny twist of my wrist, I turned the knob on the Royal Pain's new living space and displayed it further with a dramatic sweep of my arm.

"A fully stocked room, fit for a prince!" The words were strained and dripping with forced emotion.

He simply stared, making no move to enter the room.

"Ahem. You will find everything you need for semi-comfortable living! Running water, a bed, clothes, soap..." I felt like a salesperson pitching a lousy product and quickly gave up the act. "Enter at your own risk... The bed rigged with chains and the clothes have itching powder in them. Don't even bother showering, the waterline is connected directly with the septic system, though I dare say even that would smell better."

His eyes betrayed him slightly as he took in my words, but it was only a flicker. His disbelief turned into... pride?

"I knew it. This room is too clean and neat to be something you prepared for me. I wish to see my actual living arrangements." His tone was flat and certain and I couldn't surpress my giggle.

He turned on me.

"What is so humerous?!" I could have sworn there was smoke coming from his ears and I giggled some more.

"Oh, nothing. Just that you somehow think that there is no way someone can display anything similar to kindness. The room is your's, Genius. The robots that are patching up the house threw it together, not me. I wouldn't dare lift a finger for such a cause as this." My arms had crossed themselves and I put on an air of aloofness. "Like mom said, supper will be ready within the hour. So, shower, now."

With that I pointed to the far corner of the interior of the vacant room and sauntered away. The day could possibly salvaged and I was going to do whatever I could to ensure its fate was good. And no bastard princes were going to hinder me.

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Of course my lab was my safe haven. All the metal, wires, papers and plans. So many things to occupy my mind. So many wonderful things. No princes, no exes, no-

'I wonder if he ever went in the room?' Ugh! My lab wasn't even safe now that he was back in this atmosphere. Why should I care if he had showered? Okay, he reeked, there was no doubt about that... but why should I care if he used his shower or not?

I threw my arms above my head in exasperation. The result was unfortunate as the screwdriver that has once been in my hand, skewered a picture of me and Goku... 'Dammit!'

The screwdriver stayed in the wall. I wasn't going to retrieve it. The picture was one of my most precious possesions but I shrugged it off. The clock read food and I was readily going to oblige it.

'Dammit, I'm not a Saiyan, why is food suddenly so impor-' The answer hit me. No lunch. I had been working on the new GR and had neglected to consume food. No wonder I was starved.

I slid from my desk and abandoned my project once again.

In order to get from the lab to the kitchen, I had to trek through the backyard and around the house, I wasn't complaining. The night air felt nice and refreshing against my skin and calmed my nerves. So what if Vegeta was back; so what if he had commited heinous crimes in the past. With Goku gone he was quite possibly Earth's greatest hope of survival. So she was just going to have to suck it up and...

Yes, she was going to, willingly, put up with the prince.

Lemme know what you think! This chappy came out a lot easier than the first. I might actually go somewhere with this. I hope to put a lemon but we'll see how this pans out. Please review! I love you guys!

~Ino***