(Bulma's POV )

Three fucking weeks, that's how long it's been since I've even had a glimpse of Vegeta. The first week was expected because I was using that time to upgrade the gravity room. I expected him to stay true to his word that he wouldn't pester me, so as far as I knew he was in his room meditating or some crap. When I went to go tell him the upgrades were finished 4 days early I couldn't find him anywhere.

His room appeared to have never been lived in; it was so clean, but the armor folded on the dresser told another story. That was when I decided to examine the armor. I noticed several tears in it so naturally, I needed to do something even better than just upgrade the Gravity room, I decided to fix his armor as well. That had taken a while, I had to figure out the material, there was nothing like it here on Earth. Naturally not only was I able to fix the armor and duplicate it, but I was also able to upgrade the material to make it even more durable and flexible.

I remember waiting in his room all night for him to appear, I was excited, to say the least, but he never came. That was when I started getting sad which quickly boiled to anger, so that's why I left a note with some pretty obscene words telling him that essentially he was ungrateful but also that his upgrades had been done. I didn't even mention the armor. I just left three separate suits on top of his dresser. That was just last week but right now I'm so fed up with him, he's acting like I'm the plague. I knew he had read the note because it seems he hasn't even stopped training in 4 days' time.

Sighing I sit up in bed, other than being angry at Vegeta I have nothing else to do, I'm bored and I really don't want to hang out with my friends that aren't the Z fighters. They are all just morons who have no lick of sense. The only thing we have in common is shopping and right now shopping doesn't sound fun. Standing to my feet I grab the almost empty pack of cigarettes off my nightstand then walk over to grab my blue robe. I slide it on casually walking over to my balcony. The door opened up easily enough, even with the robe on the cold air sent a shiver down my spine. Grabbing the lighter I left in the pocket of the robe I lit a cigarette feeling the nicotine reach my lungs and I can't help but feel calm. Now cigarettes are my real friend they're always there when I need them and they calm me down, which is really hard to do in some cases. I leaned over the rail and gazed into the gravity room seeing random flashes of energy from the windows. They always seem to capture my attention.

At least I know he's back at Capsule Corps and not out anywhere dangerous, although nothing is dangerous to him unless it's Goku, the only fighter alive that can beat him. I take another drag of the cigarette, he works so hard just so he can surpass Goku, he definitely trains way harder than Goku too. I wonder if there is anything I can do to help him achieve his goal, but I doubt he wants my help.

I take a quick look around my balcony remembering the moment Vegeta and I shared all those weeks ago, trying not to focus on the rush of emotion I turn to keep my eyes glued to the gravity room. My cigarette slowly burned to a finish, I flicked to the side and stayed watching the random lights. The energy flashes stopped, and I tried my hardest to stare directly into the biggest window of the gravity room which was conveniently facing my balcony, I can see the outline of Vegeta, I can't help but imagine what his training consists of.

(Vegeta's POV)

Why does she keep doing this, doesn't she know that I can see her watching me train? I doubt she can even see me from that far away yet she's been looking at the Gravity room like this for days. The feeling of her eyes peering into the gravity room's only window fueled my frustration even more. I haven't had any contact with her for about a month and I can already feel that she's mad at me. I can't be around her, all I ever do is lose my composure when I'm in front of her.

That is something no one, not even myself, should even see. I have no weakness. I've never been scared to show my face and Kami helps me should it be a weakness such as herself. 'She has no meaning to me she is not special she will never get to me no matter what.' I say to try and convince myself. I repeat it like a mantra in my mind.

I know she had spent a night in my room, and I can still smell her, it's so hard to describe not only is it so feminine but a mix of spicy and sweet, it seems so light but anytime I walk into my room it smacks me in the face. This is why I've had to stay in the gravity room for the past couple of days. It is a decent living, it has a small sleeping area. I was pushing myself harder than I had ever done, punishing myself for not being able to control my urges. I need to convince myself that she means nothing to me, nothing. I didn't like the feeling it brought me.

I have never given in to any emotion except anger, even revenge is an emotion to me. Yet this woman is such a distraction for no reason, so why must I feel so strongly toward her? All she intends to do is annoy me and I do the same to her. He felt drunk with rage, once again he was distracted by the woman. He continues training forcing himself to the utter brink of exhaustion. I have a goal to reach and all she's doing is being a distraction, a very hard distraction that I can't seem to shake.

I hate it so much but I can't push myself to hate her. What has happened to me? It must be this planet that's making me soft.

I continued to punish myself for three days, after maxing out the gravity room again I decided to leave making sure it was dark outside. I hate to admit it but a week's worth of hard training with no sleep mixed with barely any food has finally taken its toll on me, and I rather not spend the night sleeping on the gravity room bed which was highly uncomfortable compared to the one in the room designated for me. I know this because I had passed out prior to deciding it was time to get out, making the final decision to allow my body some decent rest. I grew stronger by almost killing myself so this will work out well. Making my way to the kitchen was easy. It felt as if my body was as light as a feather because of the normal gravity. I haven't felt gravity fall below 350 times Earth's gravity the whole time I was in there.

I was careful not to use any strength when I opened the doors. I would rather not be awoken by Bulma and her screeching because I had ruined her property. I made my way to the fridge not even bothering to turn on the light to see. I grabbed everything I could and went to work eating it not even caring what it was or how old it was.

Before I knew it the fridge was empty and I was still hungry. With no other choice, I turn on the light to see what was in the cabinets. I found a shit load of cans with a substance called soup. Shrugging I grabbed it all and with no problem started peeling back the lids devouring it. In the middle of me finishing the fifteenth can of soup I sensed Bulma making her way to the kitchen and when she walked in I didn't even acknowledge her.

"You know soup tastes better after you warm it up." I didn't even grunt as a reply. I acted as if I didn't hear her and I continued to eat the canned substance. "You look really rough Vegeta, you should rest for a few days since you refused to leave the gravity room for a week?" At that I looked up and scanned her, her hair was down and the attire she was wearing seemed to be the same outfit she had been wearing a month ago. The loose clothes they had originally got me to train in.

I could just feel the pride swelling in my chest, along with an ache of want, I had no idea why and I deterred my thoughts trying to ignore the woman's presence.

Ignoring the emotion I go back to eating, pretending she wasn't even there. I heard a sigh and quickly glanced up to see Bulma's back facing toward me. 'Good' I thought to myself, looking down I saw only 6 more cans of soup left, that was not going to satisfy my hunger. "Make me food Woman!" She turned her head in my direction, "Sure." her response was calm and collected but her eyes showed anger.

What is wrong with her? Normally she would grab the chance to yell at me just like in previous times. "Seems like you figured out who your superior is," I say, trying to at least rile her up, but there was no luck. She just continued her task of finding something for me to eat.

After I finished the can of soup in my possession I slyly looked up to watch Bulma, she was preparing my next meal. It looks as if she is making me sandwiches, which always taste the best when made by her, then again everything she does for me is amazing, I wonder what other things she'll be good at. Slamming my head down I begin to growl as I try to dismiss these thoughts but they just stay circulating in my head. I feel a cool hand resting on my shoulder, weirdly it calms me and makes me stop growling, I wanted more but I ignored the want building in my gut.

"Are you okay Vegeta?" her voice was like honey so I gazed up to see Bulma's face and noticed the little bags under her eyes there was also a slight paleness to her face that usually wasn't there. " I'm fine Bul….woman." I mentally slapped myself, I almost let her name slip past my lips again, but it seems it made her face brighten just a bit.

The smile that graced her face didn't skip past me either, "Well I made you blackened ham and honey turkey sandwiches, I hope you'll enjoy them." her hand continued to rest on my shoulder, the dismay I felt earlier slowly ebbed away. "Thank you." I forced the words out of my mouth only to see her smile grow wider, and a little giggle escaped her lips. "Boy someone's in a good mood today!" She exclaims as she raises her hand from my shoulder. I already miss the touch and wish she had kept it there. Then I chide myself, I shouldn't be indulging in such distractions.

She turned away walking back to the counter to grab the dozens of sandwiches she made for me, she slowly brought them all to the table, setting them down in the middle. She pulls out a chair and sits next to me, putting her elbows on the table. I notice every time her mother always tells her how unladylike it is, while she rests her chin on top of her entwined hands, I reach towards the sandwiches trying to ignore the feeling of her eyes boring into me. I needed to get a grip, I will never achieve my goal with such needless distractions.

(Bulma's POV)

Honestly, I was surprised Vegeta didn't swat my hand off his shoulder, but what surprised me more is the fact that he said 'thank you' for the first time ever and over only a couple of sandwiches.

I couldn't help but keep my smile, considering I was just furious with him everything quickly shifted now I was overjoyed with him. I thought that he would have nothing to do with me but he doesn't even mind me sitting here as he eats. I pondered on why he might have slammed his head on the table but a reason wasn't coming to my mind, I had to know more about his day to reach such a conclusion. "How's training going?" I ask with genuine curiosity while I watch as he stuffs the rest of the sandwich in his hand into his mouth, even though he eats so fast he does so with grace, unlike Goku who wastes half of his food every time, I guess it's because he's a prince.

My smile widens more, a prince is correct, and he'll be my prince. I don't even shoo the statement from my mind because I have decided that he is going to be mine no matter the cost. I waited in the uneven silence as he ate, the question hanging unanswered in the air, I heard him clear his throat, "The upgrades are nice but I'll require some more in not even a couple of days." I let a small chuckle leave me, "Of course, I had already planned to upgrade it soon, you work so hard you always need new challenges, it's because you're so strong."

I watch as a smirk crosses his features, it disappears just as fast as it came. I enjoyed the small emotion he often graces me with. He grunts in response like usual but I can tell I butter him up just a bit. Glad that neither of us has made a move to leave I reach out to the platter of sandwiches and grab one. I made them with more than just meat, a little tomato, lettuce, and of course mayonnaise. I take a bite of the sandwich, a little bit of mayo leaves the sandwich and drips on my index finger. I bring it up to my lips and suck the mayo, humming a little at the taste. I notice after I slip my finger out of my mouth that Vegeta was watching, and I also notice the slight pink across his cheeks. "I have to admit these sandwiches are the bomb. Don't you agree Vegeta?" I let his name slip from my lips sublimely. "Yes," he grunts, and I allow a smile to return to my lips.

I finish my sandwich in silence, pushing the chair back I stand up, "Where are you going." his voice rough making a chill run down my spine. "To get something to drink, would you like anything?" His gaze meets my own and he nods.

Walking over to the fridge I open it up and pull out the giant jug of apple juice. After pouring two glasses I set the juice on the counter as I gulp down half of one of the glasses. I pick the juice back up to refill the glass and continue to put the juice in the fridge turning around to make my way back to the table. I could feel his gaze on me. I made sure to sway my hips just enough for Vegeta to notice. He may be a saiyan but every man has to have urges.

I walked behind him and set both juice glasses down in front of him. "I think you need a bath mister, after training as hard as you do," I emphasize my statement by smelling his hair. Honestly, he didn't smell that bad. It was really enticing, I couldn't help but bury my face in his hair, which was also very very soft and almost silky.

After about a minute I decide to comment again, "Yup you definitely need a shower." He just grunted again, I noticed that he had stopped eating the sandwiches, and instinctively I wrapped my arms around his neck so I could rest my chin on his shoulder. I felt how he tensed just a little. I couldn't help but allow my imagination to run wild and I decided to say something a little out of bounds, "You can take one with me." I felt him tense even more, "You're such a vulgar woman." His voice seemed to have dropped an octave only making me more persistent.

"You already know you like it." He sneers "Yeah right." I blow a little on the side of his neck and watch him shiver only a tiny bit, but it doesn't escape my knowledge. "Aren't you going to finish the sandwiches I made for you?" I made sure to add just a slight pout to my lips, deciding to continue my little ministrations before he had the chance to push me away.

(Vegeta's POV)

She is such a little minx, but I can't make myself throw her off of me, it's really calming. Except for the shower comment that was exciting but I tried not to think about that. Reaching for the rest of the sandwiches I start to devour them, I wanted to take my time trying to convince myself that it wasn't because of the earth woman.

Bulma never untangled herself from me, our silence is broken by the sound of the doorbell ringing. I hear her sigh, I can tell it's the weakling just by his power source, it's faint but not as faint as a regular human. "I wonder who's trying to visit this late at night?" I could tell by her tone that she was annoyed. I finish off the last sandwich, "It's only the weakling." I say trying to get her to stay, I honestly didn't want her to let go of me.

She laughs slightly, "I wish he'd just leave me alone, he keeps pestering me day on and day off." She let out a sigh after her statement, I felt her bury her face in the nape of my neck. I didn't move toward her nor did I push her away, I was stuck and I tried not to convince myself otherwise. I sigh to myself relaxing just a little but not considering it relaxing. I can tell someone answered the door and could feel the weakling making his way toward the kitchen, it only makes me relax even more.

My mind conjured up many different scenarios of how he was going to react to Bulma all cuddled up on me. A smirk makes its way to my face. I cross my arms at my chest making sure to make myself look as menacing as possible. The weakling is almost to the kitchen when a better idea pops into my mind, I decide to make a move.

Unwrapping my arms I use my left hand to lift Bulma's chin and I make sure she's looking at me right as I bring her face more towards my own, I question myself yelling at myself internally that I shouldn't be doing this yet right before the weakling walks in I connect our lips. I sigh along with her. I drag my tongue slightly along her lower lip and she allows me in, the kiss quickly gets heated in mere seconds, and my hand left her chin in turn placing itself in her hair tangling the blue locks in a tight grip.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!" The weakling screamed, forcing us to break the kiss.

As Bulma pulled away I saw a blush rise over her cheeks, my chest swelled with pride. I look on the ground and see some flowers, something he must have brought for Bulma. His face was contorted in anger. Bulma seemed too calm, her arms still around my neck and her chin again resting on my shoulder, my hand still buried in her hair.

"Who let you in here Yamcha?" she stated calmly, I grunted as if I was silently asking the same question. His face got red, I could smell it was a mixture of anger and embarrassment. I was getting way more enjoyment out of this than I would have expected, "Yo..Yo..your mom did, she didn't t..tell me where yo..you were bu..but now I know.!"

His face grew even redder, "YOU'RE CHEATING ON ME!"

Bulma sighed again and started to move, I wanted to hold her down but it was no use, I let go of her hair reminding myself she was good at fighting anyway, before she lifted her head I decided to give her a small peck. I was interested in how this battle would play out, and making that weakling even madder.

Bulma smiled, "Yamcha I told you we aren't dating anymore, besides you're the one who cheated on me, multiple times in a row." His mouth dropped, "You have no such evidence." Bulma covered her eyes, "See you're in denial, usually the one who accuses the other partner of cheating is cheating."

He got closer. "But you are cheating." I felt Bulma's signature flare, "You asshole we aren't even dating so I can't be cheating on you, why can't you get that through your thick skull." Her tone was calm and I watched the weakling's face flush even redder in embarrassment, "Whatever you're just mad because I caught you cheating on me." She sighed again, "Yamcha please leave." He was getting closer to us, "Why so you can cheat on me some more with his bastard."

She groaned, "Yamcha, I thought you were smarter than this, why are you acting like such a child." He got even closer, "Because you're cheating on me." Bulma calmly walked over to him and slapped him straight across her face making me chuckle. "Just leave and go the FUCK HOME, you're the one who cheated on me, you brought that dumb blonde bimbo to my house and slept with her in my bed." Yamcha snorted, "Because you were too busy working on the gravity machine for this asshole." he pointed at me trying to defend himself.

I could tell it only made Bulma angrier, "Motherfucker you just admitted to cheating on me." He looked directly at her, "Because you were being a bitch and ignoring me!" Bulma backed up slightly, "You're like a fucking chick dude, do you really need that much attention."

I watched as he raised his hand as if he was about to hit her, I moved as fast as I could, jumping right in front of Bulma taking the slap to my face without even a flinch. "You hit like a girl too." I say aggravated, "And to think you'd hit a woman you really are a weakling." I watched as his jaw dropped, "Here let me show you how a real man hits."

I grab him by the shirt and raise him off the ground, lifting my other arm and making a fist but right before I could throw it I felt Bulma grab my arm, I relaxed slightly under her touch, "He's not even worth it Vegeta just go throw him outside or something." she whispered in my ear.

I grunted in response and started to walk towards the sliding glass doors, ignoring the fact that I actually listened to the woman, I quickly opened the door and walked outside, I could feel Bulma watching me the whole time. "Don't come back here unless you really want to die again," I grunted at him, smirking when Yamcha squeaked. I threw him as far as I could. Turning back around I quickly head inside closing the door behind me. I walked over to the sink and washed my hands, turning around I walked back over to where Bulma was standing she was just looking outside, I wanted to just walk up to my room but instincts were starting to take over common sense in my mind, so I casually walked up and wrapped my arms around her waist, bringing her body towards my own. Leaning slightly to whisper in her ear, "So where were we."

I felt her shiver, "I don't remember."

Confused, I go to speak but she starts to turn herself around in my arms, "Why don't you show me?" her voice was like music to my ears, I chuckled, "You little minx." she smiled and leaned toward me, "Only for you." She whispered in my ear.

I growled and quickly drew her into a kiss. To think not even days ago I was denying myself of this. I try to remind myself that this can be nothing more than just this, but I got distracted as the kiss quickly got heated. I felt her bury her hands in my hair. I trailed my hands down her back, I grabbed her ass, and squeezed, she moaned in the kiss only fueling me further. I crushed her body against my own, I could feel her heartbeat.

I could feel her breasts crushed against my chest. I picked her up and felt her legs wrap around my waist as the kiss grew deeper. We both jumped apart when we heard something glass being shattered. We both looked to the side, seeing Bulma's mom standing there, her eyes wide open and face in awe. I looked at Bulma and she looked embarrassed and flushed. Quickly she unwrapped her legs from my waist and jumped down. I took the hint and let go of her ass.

I turned away fleeing the scene and leaving Bulma and her mother by themselves as I went to my room to take a cold shower.