Dear readers,

I have gotten a review and it has given me a little push to get this next chapter up. It's nice to know that someone likes my story so far. I don't know how long this chapter will br sadly, as I have a very long day indeed, a bad head cold and in want of much needed rest. But first I felt like writing so here I sit, writing for all to read. Well, maybe not all, but some. I mean all could read it if they liked but most won't. There! I got it.

Your,

L. Prince

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Vegeta smirk to himself having truly vexed Bulma. It's good to be king. He sat in a chair out side and looked up at the deep blue sky, the hour had grown late, and Vegeta's mind began to wander.

He mused on thing like the up coming battle, and how to reach a higher level of power, the Super Saiyan gift was still out of his reach. But not for long. If I just keep working I'll be there soon. I can feel it.

Vegeta however was lying to himself, his heart had not really been into training as of late, for some reason he felt like doing other things. Well, anything really, just as long as his mind stayed busy; because his own mind had begun to betray him. He often found himself thinking that Earth wasn't that bad. Ha! Not that bad, it's as if saying Frieza wasn't that bad.

Bulma chose that moment to try to walk out side with Vegeta's food, the sliding glass door however was proving a bit troublesome. Her hands where too full to grab the handle, and she had no place to put the food down at, so she kicked the door to try and get Vegeta's attention.

Vegeta turn when he heard the muffled pounding and yelling. He smirked again, this place does have some good points.

He stood up and walked over to the door, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Well, well," he teased Bulma, "having a bit of trouble with a silly glass door." Vegeta kick it very lightly, he looked at Bulma's load and then the handle, his smirk widened. "The door, or maybe it's handle, has seems to have out smarted you."

"Open the damn door Vegeta," Bulma yell be hind the heavy glass.

Vegeta put his hand to his ear as if to try and hear her better, "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you, could please say that again?"

"You damn well heard me Vegeta, now open the door! This is very heavy!" Bulma was losing her temper, having only just clamed down from her and Vegeta's last battle

"What was that," Vegeta continued to teas the helpless Bulma, "I could hear you better if you wear not yell through a glass door."

"For god sakes Vegeta just open the door for her."

Vegeta turned to see Bulma's lesser half, Yamcha, reach around him to open the door for her. Vegeta glared at him and scoffed, why must he always ruin all my fun? I would blast him if it was a wast of time to even do that.

With that Vegeta stanched the food from Bulma and stormed off, with out so much as another word, not that Bulma really minded.

"What is his deal?" Bulma asked looking at Yamcha.

"I don't know you invited him here, not me," he shook his head.

"It's not your place to decide who I invite or don't invite into my home," Bulma snapped. She didn't know why she had been so snapping with Yamcha lately, but made no indication she was going to apologize to him.

"Anyway," he rolled his eyes, "do I get a kiss hello?"

Vegeta's curious nature was at work again. Instead of just going off to eat some place in peace he flew to the top a domed building and watched Bulma and Yamcha.

"What do I care what they are up to?" Vegeta asked himself as be began his meal.

The sun was now very low in the sky and it was beginning to be hard to make them out, Vegeta lend forward a little and tried to listen, but they were out of range, even for his keen hearing.

"Blast, if only I was a bit closer," he picked up his plate of food and flew a bit closer. It was still hard to hear, but he dare not take the risk getting much closer for fear of being found out. He took a bit of his food, and looked down at his plate. Not bad, she has pulled it off again. It never stop amazing him that Bulma could cook, every time he had her food he was shocked, by not only that fact that it was good but by the fact that it was some of the best. He was always very careful not to let her on to his feeling about her food.

It would make her so much less fun to fight with if she knew I liked her food.

Vegeta, turned his mind back onto trying to find out what Yamcha and Bulma were talking about, but as he looked down on then he realized that he had a very nice view of Bulma's chest. I can see lear into her shirt.

That was another problem as of late, though he did not even relies it. Vegeta had been spending time looking at Bulam, and found himself move attracted to her everyday. When he did relise what he was doing he tried to convince himself it was only because he had not bedded a woman in sometime, not at all because he really found her attractive.

Vegeta's mind wondered back to a not even a full hour ago when he fell on top of her, as quickly as he tried to get up he could not help but take notice of how her body had felt under his own, even more so when she tried to wiggle free. Vegeta could feel his body tense at the memory.

"Bla," he said upset with himself. "you should be ashamed of yourself thinking such things about that loud mouth, stubborn,woman who doesn't even know her place in this world. She would not even be worthy to be my concubine."

With that thought Vegeta took his food and flew away, he did not what to be anywhere near Bulma at the moment.