Vegeta's POV

I thought the woman would stay asleep for the entire day, but she has gotten up sometime late in the afternoon. As usual, I am training to the brink of exhaustion in the only asset I call my own apart from the broken armour I kept hidden in one of the capsules the woman has given me when I first came here. It was always a great reminder of my failure to exert myself more than anything.

As I tire myself, I thought about the hours after I returned from that no good piece of shit's apartment. Having a tinge of regret for not killing him tugged me at the edge of my mind. I had returned to the woman's side when I touched down and found her dead asleep on my bed.

My bed. It didn't help much that her towel has came apart which gave me an eyeful of her full rounded tantalising orbs while her hands sprawled above her head and with the blanket tossed aside, covering only her bottom half. I had sat beside her for several hours, not touching her at all but just listening to her soft silent breathing as her chest raise high and low in slow movements was enough to mesmerize my every senses. All these before I've decided to venture into the GR. I had a reason to leave because at some point throughout the night when I stayed watching over her, some sort of unexplained emotions were slowly threatening to seep into my veins.

Like I had thought before, the more I stayed beside her, the more I want to lie next to her. Be it to just hold on to her until I join her in deep slumber or just plain watching her sleep. Unable to stand the foreign feelings that was clouding over my senses the entire time, I was... afraid... of myself. Of what I would do, if I had not left.

It had been hours when I had decided to start my training for the day. It wasn't as long as the usual days for I had been kept up all night. So by late afternoon I was already feeling rather exhausted, around the same time the woman awoke.

I commanded the computer to lower the gravity down to earth's miserable 1g and stood in the middle of the room. Focusing my energy on the woman, she seems to be moving around rather frantically. I smirk amusingly as I imagined her to be completely panicking over her current location and nakedness.

She would probably commence to her room to do whatever she needs to get done and would eventually venture into the kitchen for a meal. So I guess I can train a little while longer and wait for her to be down, so that she can fix a meal for me as well.

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Commanding the computer to increase its gravity to a full 300, Vegeta continued to train for a while more. Like he thought, he would wait for the woman to emerge but he lost track of time and Bulma was already in the kitchen.

He has been exerting so much energy until he couldn't feel her presence. A short while later he paused his training, finally sensing Bulma's pitiful energy moving about in the kitchen. His mind was too preoccupied when his stomach growled, causing him to forget to shut the GR down, only leaving it at earth's 1g. He strolled out of the capsule and headed straight to the backdoor which separates the kitchen and the back lawn where his precious GR resided.

He was really starving as he rushed himself across the lawn and towards the door. Upon reaching it, he turns the knob and pushed open the door, only to hear the woman speaking on the foreign portable transmitter which the humans called it a mobile phone. Her back was faced to him, completely oblivious to his sudden presence. So he stood still as he watched and heard each and every word.

"Everything's fine, don't worry!"

"Goku, I really don't know if I am able to make it. I have this... thing I gotta do--"

"No, I really didn't know that Yamcha was admitted to the hospital--"

"Alright, fine. I'll be there but after lunch," she replied to the dumb third class after a long silence. Sensing that she was about to hang up the call, Vegeta crept out to the lawn. Walking back to the GR, he felt a sudden anger began to rise in him. He was smirking when he heard that the weakling was hospitalized but when he heard that Bulma finally gave in to the third class idiot to visit her ex-lover, Vegeta couldn't help but to feel...'jealous?!'

His steps stopped short as that ridiculous conclusion came into his mind. "Feh, why should I be?" and he continues walking. Once he stepped into the GR, he pushed his hunger aside and thought of drowning his anger in a full throttled training. But as he placed his hand on the main console of the machine, preparing to go against the computer and wind it to maximum g, he stopped.

Feeling a little lightheaded and thoroughly disturbed with the sudden pang of anger mixed with another unidentified emotion in him, he opted to just sleep on it. He needed the rest anyway. So he turned the GR off completely this time with a deep sigh and proceeded towards the kitchen once again in hopes that the woman has already left to see the half dead asshole in the hospital.

But to his amazement, she was still in the kitchen and eating her cooked meal rather slowly. He managed to creep in quietly without her noticing, but it wouldn't make any difference as she looked like she wasn't in Capsule Corporation anymore.

Vegeta raised a brow as he stood across of her from the table and crossed his arms, completely amused with her sudden indifference. He stood still as he stared at her, waiting for her to acknowledge him. When she finally did, he couldn't speak out his mind, for it was momentarily blank. Never before he has been made speechless until today, and to top it all off, the cause of it is sitting silently in front of him.

When the fact that Bulma is running back to that no good piece of shit flashes across his mind, he felt his anger rise once again. 'Why does she want him back anyway after the things he's done?! She should be glad that he's unable to even move a muscle now...'

'Bah!' With that left in his mind along with the feeling of depreciation, he turned on his heel and left without a word, leaving Bulma in the kitchen. He wouldn't give a shit about her anymore, or so he told himself as he practically ran up the stairs, completely ignoring his growling stomach. He rushed into the shower the moment he entered his room and finished it in top speed, eager to fall onto the slush mattress for a good long rest.

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By the time he woke up, it was already way past dinner time. He quickly got up and showered, got dressed in his training gear and headed straight to the kitchen. Feeling much more refreshed than in the afternoon, he turned out from his room and jumped the whole flight of staircase, not even bothered to walk down on it. Once he stepped into the kitchen, he rampaged through the refrigerator like a man who's been deprived of nutrition for umpteen days. Well, as a Saiyan, that was exactly how he felt.

Being a prince who has been waited on hand and foot by his both accomplices all his life, he has hardly made a meal with his own bare hands. When he resided in the Brief's residence, there were always the woman's annoying mother and other servants or the woman herself that he could always order around to fix him a meal. But he knew that nobody was at home at the time and the blasted woman was probably still with that dumb shit.

That thought caused him to scowl as he made himself ten sandwiches, each with the height of a dining table. He has seen it in what the humans called it a television commercial that such sandwiches can be done with some coordination skills required, and he knows he's good in that. Throwing two empty jars of peanut butter and margarine into the trash can, he turned to look at his masterpiece. His face was scrunched up in disgust as he frowns at the messy, lopsided meal.

"What I'd do for a meal. Stupid Saiyan appetite," he shook his head as he found himself complaining to no one. "So much for coordination," and he began to gorge down the sandwiches in record time.

Seeing that he was at his last couple of bites, he began to roam the house. He then realised that he has never really ventured around much in the big mansion, so since he's got another minute or two before he starts his training, he walked towards the main hall.

He noticed there were portraits of the woman and her family hanging on the walls in the hallway that leads from the kitchen to the main living room. Stopping in front of one very eye catching portrait of a young girl with rich cerulean hair and fair porcelain skin in a striking red bikini, who was no more than 20 years old, he cocked his head to the side and smirked.

He can tell that it was one of her happy moments when the image was captured. She was at the beach, riding on some vehicle that floats on water. Her expression was one of many happiness as she grins with glee, completely devoid from the wretches of the world. He took note of her younger appearance and noticed that she was truly an ethereal beauty. Completely awed with her perfection, Vegeta frowned as he let out a sigh and shook his head in denial.

Her life was so perfect and pure, that everything she could ever want was given to her on a fucking gold platter, with diamond studs if she had wished for it. She has never suffered a life of grievance and pure evil or being enslaved throughout her entire life, a complete contrast from his unfortunate miserable life. She was taught to be kind and nurturing, probably had never killed a fucking roach before, another contrast there. That must explain why she gave him everything he wanted and needed even though he has treated her lower than dirt most of the time. For a second there, Vegeta couldn't help but thought she pitied him but at the same time he held a sudden utmost respect for her, but it soon faltered as he thought that such a woman, who's beyond beautiful in both heart and appearance, which was also intelligent could ever learn to... love... an untamed murderer of billions upon billions beast like him.

"She wouldn't want a murderer like me," he snorted as he devour his last bite. Just as he swallowed, a strong energy swept through his veins out of nowhere, and surprisingly it was extremely close. Snapping his head towards the sudden force, he realised that it was emanating from the living hall, which was only another six steps away.

Standing beside the pillar, his half top was covered in the shadows as he looked on. He now knew who it was. 'Kakarot!'

His eyes glared deadly into the head of the taller Saiyan as he watched him consoling his woman. Narrowing his glare even more at that thought, a deep scowl started to form on his face as his breathing got heavier by the second. He was angered at the sight, and he didn't know why. All he knew is that Kakarot should take his hands off of her if he wanted to live to see the next five minutes.

The younger Saiyan finally let Bulma go as he bid her goodnight and teleported himself to who-the-fuck-cares. Vegeta took a step towards the woman who was now standing alone in the middle of the room, but stopped when he realised that she was not about to move at all.

He crossed his arms as he waited patiently for her, although his temper was nagging at him cruelly. Another minute passed and his scowl only got deeper as he pierced his gaze at the woman's head. Opted to just walk out of the room without the woman ever knowing he once stood there, he stopped as Bulma turned around, shocked to find him in that demeanour.

She looked cautiously into his eyes while he stood there, regal and frightening at the same time. 'How long has he been standing there?' she thought as they had another one of their infamous staring competition.

This time Vegeta was the first to break the silence. "Where have you been?"