Dear reader,

How are you all doing today? Well I hope. It seems not many have been reading my story, I may not write more if people are not going to read it. it would be nothing more then a wast of time. If I do not get more reviews of people telling me they are reading then I shall not write more.

Yours,

L. Prince

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Things continued as normal around capsule corp. Vegeta and Bulma fought, Yamcha would come over and then Bulma and he would fight. Yet, Bulma always had more fun fighting with Vegeta. She just loved to get under his skin. It was as if they were playing, but when her and Yamcha fought, it was just unpleasant.

Vegeta always makes the funniest faces when he is mad. Bulma looked in the mirror and squished up her nose and wrinkled he forehead trying make the same faces Vegeta does.

"Hi my name is Vegeta, and I'm the prince of everything," Bulma said trying make herself sound like Vegeta. "Woman, go make me something to eat because I don't know how to do anything myself."

"What are you doing woman?" Vegeta asked from the door of Bulma's room. He had come looking for something do to, he was bored.

"Vegeta!" Bulma said truing around quickly, a blush rushed to her checks. She looked at him leaning against the frame to her door. What is he doing here?

"What, what do you want?" Bulma stammered in embarrassed at having been caught in the middle of her silly game.

He smirked at her, it was clear his presents took her by surprise. "The real question is still 'what are you doing?' "

"Like I'd tell you," with that Bulma turned back to her vanity and began to put make up on.

With out even an invitation Vegeta walked into Bulma's room and over to her vanity. He looked over the many bottles and jars and boxes of things, his curious side showing again.

"No really, what are you doing? Are you going someplace?" Vegeta asked.

"As a matter of fact I am. I'm going out with Yamcha. He is taking me out to a nice dinner and then a show. It as been a really long time since we when out with each other, it well be good for the both of us."

Vegeta almost wished he hadn't of asked. For some reason it bothered him to know she would be going out with Yamcha and not spending her time at home with him. It must be because I worried about who will cook for me if I get hungry. Yes that is it.

Vegeta continued to eye the jar and said nothing as a reply to her statement about her plans for the evening. He remained silent for a while as Bulma worked on her face, moving from one jar or bottle to the next. Finally Vegeta reached down and pick a large brown jar.

"What is this?" he asked Bulma while undoing the lid.

"Powder," she replied as she put a her lipstick.

He looked at the lightly colored powder inside.

"Powder," he repeated. "Well named, I see."

His brought the powder close to his face to get a better look, but his breathing was to heavy and with one exhaled a cloud of powder flew up into the air and onto Vegeta's face. He began to cough and dropped the jar on to the floor, spilling the contents all over, and coving Bulma from in it too.

She jumped up from her chair, "thanks a lot Vegeta now I have to change again."

She stomped into her walk in closet and begin to change, all the while yelling at Vegeta. "You know, if you are going to make a mess of things you won't be allowed in my room any more. Do you know how long it took me to find the right outfit? Well a long time."

Vegeta just rolled his eyes.

"Some of us take pride in how we look. Not all of us want to be seen in the same training outfit day after day."

Vegeta looked down at his close, "what's wrong with my close, the are very sensible. They are training close and that is what I do, train."

"Nothing," she replied as she stepped out of her closest, trying to put a earring in, "if you like the work out look. I, however, do not."

Vegeta looked at Bulma's new chose in outfit, "well you should be thanking me. These new closes are much better looking then the last ones you had on." Did I just say that?

Did Vegeta just say that? Bulma shook her head and decided not to look to much into Vegeta's complement, after all, it was a rarity for him to say anything nice. She sighed and shook her head when she look at him.

"Come here," she told him with a sympatric look. She took some tissues from her night stand and walked over to Vegeta. "You have it all over your face." She reached up gently began to wipe the powered off of him.

"Well," Vegeta said wiggling his face much as child would when his face was being clear, "it attacked me."

Bulma chuckled and held onto his chin but said nothing.

Vegeta stopped moving when Bulma took hold of his face, he looked down at her and said nothing. He just looked at her, studying her face. This was the first time he really looked her face, it was not that bad, for a human.

Then he reached out and poked at her check. Bulma stopped her cleaning and looked at him questioningly.

"What?"

"You have a bump in your check," Vegeta informed her.

"A dimple?" Bulma asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes a dimple, but only in one check not the other."

Bulma smiled and took his hand in her own, moving it from her face. "Yes well, lots of people have dimples in only one check. I don't know why, they just do."

Vegeta looked down at her hand, it still had his, and it took him a moment to relies what had just happened. His face flushed and he pulled his hand away quickly.

"Yes well it's foolish looking," he lied, he rather liked it. "You should change it," and with that he turned and left her room.

"As if I even could," was Bulma's reply to he retreating back. She walked back over to her vanity and finished getting ready.