Dear readers,

I have been working on ideas all day for this story. I really do like some of them and cannot wait until later to post them into the story. Some wonderful part between Bulma and Vegeta.

But now I have a question for you. I know my chapters and not very long. So, would raither have longer chapters once a week, or shorter ones almost every other day. Please let me know.

Yours,

L. Prince

PS.Thank you guys for the nice reviews, they make me waht to keep going. And a big thank you to you heiress2thethrone.

L

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Vegeta walked into his room closing the door hard behind him. He almost fell back onto the door and let his breath out, he did not even know he was holding it. What is wrong with me? Why is that foolish woman affecting me so?

"Because you are a fool Vegeta," he yelled angrily at himself. With a snort of disgust Vegeta pushed himself off his door and walk to his closest.

Vegeta stayed is his room reading, after all a prince must be worldly, even a prince from a people of warriors, until he heard the door bell ring and Bulma answer it.

"Finally she's going. I can go get something to eat."

Vegeta had been hiding, that's right hiding, in his room too embarrassed by his own actions to face Bulma at the moment. But as soon as he was sure she was out the door, Vegeta marked his place in the book, written a langue not of Earth, he was reading and headed down stairs to find himself something to eat.

Vegeta began to look in the oversize refrigerator for something, anything, to fill his very empty belly. It seemed to him it had been days, if not longer, since he had last had a bit of food. In truth it had been not even a few hours.

"I wish that woman was here to cook me something," he mused out loud. "Maybe I shall fix myself a sandwich." And that is what he did, a very large one at that. "Oh, and some potato chips." One thing Vegeta had take well to was Earth food.

After his very large meal Vegeta made himself a bag popcorn and found himself something to drink. He made his way to the living room and turn on the television and began to change channels trying to find something. This was one of his guilty pleasure. He loved to watch T.V. although he hardly every had a change too. But he indulged himself whenever he had could. Tonight he would indulege, becuase not matter how he tried he did not feel training.

Vegeta had barely began to watch a show when he heard the door swing open.

"Oh yeah? Well I hope you have a lovely time at the play, by yourself!" Bulma said so loud Vegeta winced in pain.

His ears were still ringing so he couldn't make out the reply Yamcha was yelling back at her. But he did catch Bulma's answer.

"Why you lousy, good-for-nothing, little ingrate. I should have left you a long time ago you…you…ass!" And with that Bulma slammed the door close as hard as she could, making Vegeta's ears ring again.

He was about to yell at her for being so loud when he heard her let out a great sob.

Great, now what was he going to do. He could sink lower into the couch and hope that she didn't see him, or he could make his presents know to her and find out what happened. For some ungodly reason, unknown to him, he chose the latter.

He stood up, and he instantly regretted doing so. His eyes fell on Bulma's face, all of her makeup she had spent so much time on was ruined from her crying as well as her eyes being red and swollen. He was filled with anger for a reason he did not even know.

"What is the name of Vegetasia did he do to you?"

Bulma let out another great sob and rushed over to Vegeta, who wrapped his arm protectively around her.

"Oh Vegeta," she wailed, "it was awful, we didn't even make it to dinner. I was putting on lipstick and dropped the lid. I reached under the set and found….I found…another girl's…."

Vegeta never did learn what Bulma had found, as she began to cry again, but he had a fairly good idea. Vegeta just stood there and held her, he didn't know what to say, he had never comforted anyone before. So just let her cry and patted her back.

After a while Bulma's sobs turn into a few soft sniffles and she pulled away from Vegeta. She looked up and try to smile weakly, but it came out more a grimes.

"Thank you," she whispered softly.

"Err, your welcome," he replied still unsure as what say.

Bulma sniffed again and looked over Vegeta's shoulder at the television, just now realizing it was on.

"What are you watching?" Bulma asked trying to keep her mind off of everything that just happened.

"Hmm?" Vegeta wasn't really paying attention, he was to busy trying figure out why he had the sudden urge to go after Yamcha. He had never like him but now he hated him.

"T.V." Bulma repeated herself, "what are you watching on it?"

"Oh!" Vegeta blushed very lightly, "um, I don't know. I was just flipping when you came in."

It was the first time she could remember Vegeta ever blushing. I'm sure he must have have blush at some other point, but I just can't remember. She was taken back by how charming it was. She looked at him, really seeing him for the first time, she was surprised at how hansom he really was. His strong jaw, and high checks. Very dark eyes, almost black and a small cut above his left eyebrow. I wonder how he got that?

She also relies he wasn't where his training close at the moment, a rear thing indeed. Instead he wore a pair of blue jeans, that Bulma noted showed his butt off very nicely, and a green short sleeve shirt that complemented his dark skin color. Very nicely showing off his muscles as well, she noted again.

Bulma remember what she had said earlier about his training close. I wonder if he changed because of what I said?

"Bulma," Vegeta repeated for the third time.

Bulma blinked, she had been to wrapped up in her thoughts to hear Vegeta talking to her, "what?"

Vegeta just shook his head, "I asked if you would like to join me, I think I'm going to put a moving on."

"Um, sure, that sounds, well, nice." Bulma was surprised at how kind Vegeta was being to her right not, but she didn't say anything, she need a little kindness right now.

Bulma followed Vegeta to the couch and sat down next to him.

"What are we watching?" she asked.

"A documentary, it's called 'Birds' by a man name Hitchcock. I heard it was good, we shall see," was his reply.

Bulma just smiled, not correcting him about the nature of the movie, but took a hand full of popcorn he offered her and rest her head on his shoulder.

Vegeta said nothing but his arm around her shoulders and watched the movie.