I am sorry it took me so long to update and this chapter is rather short.
In the past weeks a very close friend of mine has passed and I had to take a good look at my own life and ultimately catch up on lots of things. I will get back into the swing of this story - i promise ;) Hope you enjoy it!

"..Vegeta?...are you ok? Do you not want to try it on?"

Her voice, was soft, worried and questioning. You might have broken him Bulma! She was standing right in front of him. Vegeta hadn't moved an inch. For a brief moment he had considered taking a step back to keep his distance from the approaching blue-haired girl, but his pride would not let him. Never had he, the Prince of all Saiyans, backed down in a battle. Not to mentioned that this was not even a battle. His instincts told him to move away and leave immediately, this was a dangerous situation -not to mention that he was out of his comfort zone.

Favors were not a thing where he was from. Favors got you killed. Whatever Bulma was offering him right now would come with a price; and he was utterly unsure if he wanted to put himself in this position. Everything always came with a price, this much he knew for sure. Cussing the woman in his mind, he eyed the Armour again. It looked so real and something in his chest restricted painfully. It felt hard to breath. The only thing he knew for sure in this situation, he did not want to be at her mercy, in her debt. Her motives still allured him but he was sure -

"No" his voice stopped Bulma in her tracks.

"...what?..." The needle had officially scratched off the freaking record.

Bulma could not help the stinging pain creeping up inside of her after the confusion had passed. Why would he not want to try on his own Armour? Did she do something wrong? You went to far girl. Looking down at the armour in her hands she racked her brain in confusion, it didn't make sense. Why wasn't he happy? She had seen the surprise flash in his eyes - pleasant surprise. Forcing herself to take a deep and calming breath, she lifted her gaze back to meet his. His features stony, unforgiving, cold. Black orbs burning a hole into her with deep rooted suspicion. Vegeta had not moved, his eyes had never left her and when Bulma took another closer look she realized that there was also something else...confusion and… mistrust.

"It's a gift Vegeta. A show of Thank you" she tried to explain her actions to him. He has never experienced any better.

Now that she had narrowed down the issue, she saw it clear as day, to him this was most likely unfamiliar. Maybe he even thought this was some sort of trap. He still hadn't moved. His facial expression was as unreadable as before and Bulma noticed her close proximity to him. In an effort to make him more comfortable she took a step back, maintaining eye contact and forcing a weak smile. His features did not relax but she could have sworn that he exhaled upon her leaving his personal space.

"It's okay if you don't. I meant it as a thank you - you know for Yamc.."

Bulma tried again but her voice trailed off. She did not want to talk about her low life ex boyfriend while she was trying to do something nice for Vegeta. Well, actually she really just wanted to see his bare torso being covered by her Armour. Wanted to see what his body looked like when he stretch to tug it over his head.

"It's a gift because you helped me out. I was in your debt. I wish to repay you". You suspicious monkey. She countered instead.

This night had not gone as she had hoped but she had gained the important insight that it was trust she had to work on - before attempting to do other things for him, no with him. She turned around slowly, trying to get her mind out of the gutter and shove the bubbling anger and impatience down. Sometimes having a fiery temper was truly a curse, Bulma placed the armour back into the box on her desk.

"It's late… I should get some sleep… if you change your mind it'll be here" she said while softly padding the box, trying to resolve the tension in this situation.

Gently reminding herself to remain calm, not be disappointed or angry with him that his reaction had shattered the illusion she had created. This hope, this fantasy she had had about how this was going to go - his reaction. She forced herself to exhale deeply as she closed the box and turned to head up back out of her lab and to the main compound of the house. The Saiyan still had not moved. Or said a word for that matter.

Bulma was unsure what else to say, Vegeta had not moved but was still looking at her intensely. It was like he had just frozen. Should she just go? Had he even heard her?

He had. He had heard her loud and clear. He had seen the disappointment flash in her eyes. He had noticed the deep calming breaths she had been taking in order to calm down. He had noticed how she tried hard to encourage him to fall for her trick. She called it a gift. What was a gift? A show of thanks - That usually involved necks snapping and Frieza being mad and sarcastic. He wondered, was it some special kind of deal? She couldn't possibly snap his neck. What kind of deal would she even want to make? She didn't owe him shit. He had reacted out of sleep deprivation and a haunting nightmare, a childhood mistake. His actions had served his own cause. His cause alone.

"You don't owe me. I will never owe you. Want kind of shit is this?" he heard his own voice. Curiosity had won. He was was in control here, she couldn't possibly hurt him. She couldn't force him, or trick him. And she couldn't possibly believe she had ever owed him.

She was still standing across from him, the box behind her on her office desk. Her eyes meeting his as she studied his face. Soft blue curls falling loosely around her face matching her blazing ocean colored eyes in mesmerizing intensity. She was gorgeous. Gods damn walk away!

"No God forbid the Prince of all assholes ever owed anybody shit! It's called me being nice to you, jerk" Bulma seethed. Forgotten were her attempts to be calm and understanding. He was such a self absorbed asshole.

"You have no reason" he shot back without thinking. This situation was getting dangerous, his mind catapulting him back to that night a few weeks ago.

"I don't need a reason you asshole!" Bulma's snapped back. Her voice shaking with anger and her eyes blazing with fury. Why were they fighting? "And put a shirt on" she added as an afterthought while she eyed his bare chest. Why did he have to be so hot!?

"Put a shirt on?" a dark, knowing smirk tugging at his lips. She was ogling him again. This vulgar woman had no shame. All attempts to drag his own mind out of the gutter forgotten.

Bulma's face fell. The tension in the room fell. She felt naked, exposed. He had seen right through her. Somewhere in her face he had seen how much she thought about that night, all the dirty thoughts she had been dreaming up since then. Involving sheets and skin and oh kami she was doing it again. He knew and it didn't affect him. He knew and he had not breathed a word. He knew and he had held onto it, waiting for the perfect moment to drop this bomb, like the predator that he was.

"You are such an ass!" she screamed, her temper boiling over. Throwing her hand in the air and stamping her foot for good measure she simply stormed past him. Leaving him behind in her Lab.

For some reason this Chapter was difficult for me to write. So please let me know what you think - im still not sure if I like it or not.