Bulma drives slowly down a dirt road, deciding to take a short cut away from the city to her home, Capsule.
Corp.<br> Her thoughts linger around the reason to why Vegeta had helped her. Why did he do it? She thought he hated her. It was almost like he wanted to be there with her… He'd followed her not because of some lame excuse, but because he cared about her… 
<br> <I>Why am I thinking this?</I> she wonders. <I>He doesn't care. You're just dreaming up stuff… You want him to be a loving caring person. You want someone because you’re lonely. Yumcha was nothing to you and you know it girl.</I><br> She looks up upon hearing a low rumble emanating from the sky. <I>Great, not only am I having a bad day…but now the weather turns on me.</I> *Sigh* <I>I just can't win em…</I><br> By The time Bulma arrived home, her clothes had already been soaked through and as usual, Vegeta awaited her in the kitchen, preparing to berate her with insults.<br>For a moment, she paused to look at him, studying the visage of a man seated at her table, scowling at her, not remembering the kindness he'd shown her previously.<br>Vegeta opens his mouth to strike her down, only to be silenced by her hand over it. He looks up at her angrily.<br>She met his gaze equally, her blue eyes twinkling defiantly. "Don't you even say a damn thing Vegeta… I know what you’re trying to do and won't work… not this time… not ever again. Today, you proved something to me, something that I will hold dear for as long as I live."<br>Vegeta's expression softened, his eyes widening.<br>She witnesses those hard creases in his face slowly disappearing, removing ten years from him and giving her the impression that he is far younger than she… Of course, she knows the true reason to this. Saiyans are immortal as long as they fight… They can die by simple standards, the same as humans, but they do not grow ill easily and if they keep to training and honing their skills, they will live on forever…<br>She removes her hand, biting down on her bottom lip momentarily. "You showed kindness to me Vegeta, something I thought you didn't have. For that simple act, 
I shall always respect you. Even if you say you hate me, I'll down it's a lie…"<br>Vegeta closes his mouth, still thinking about how soft her hand felt against his face and how close he'd come to licking her palm. He could smell her so strongly just now and he supposes it is because she is drenched from the rain or the fact that her elation has turned her on without her knowing it. For whatever reason that kept him silent, he dare not ruin it with any sound. His tail rose behind him, slinking around his side to brush against her thigh.<br>Bulma observed his appendage's movement, feeling it stroke her side with the gentlest of motions. "I think I will go get a shower. I'm…I'm kind of cold."<br>He rose, standing just above her eye level. Without a word, his hands take hers, igniting their bodies with a golden light.<br>For a moment, Bulma could feel the fuzziest of sensations traveling throughout her body and before she knew it, the light that glowed furiously about him has engulfed her as well. The room hummed with his power and slowly but surely, her clothes began to dry.<br>Another tense moment passes and then he steps back to admire her. "A bit tousled, but you're dry." With that said, he spun on his heel and proudly strode to his quarters.<br>Bulma could hardly believe what had happened just then. The entire time he held her hands, she could feel his thumbs caressing the tops of her fingers. The moment almost seemed erotic in a sense… "I guess I should get into something else," she says aloud. "My clothes are all wrinkled." <I>Not to mention your turned on…</I><br><font color=blue>~Later~</font><br>Bulma brushes her hair furiously, attempting to return it to its former shine before her encounter with the rain. After minute or so of this ritual, she finally had it to her liking. She admires the length, proud to have grown it out to her waist. No man could resist this corporate president!<br>The phone rings.<br>For a moment she hesitates, her mind telling her that it is indeed who she assumes it to be.<br>After the fifth ring, she lifted the phone to her ear and waited to hear his voice.<br>"Hey babe. Uh, can we talk?"<br>"I'm not sure if we can Yumcha… Things aren't workig, I can't marry you."<br>Yumcha hesistates, "Will you meet me at the park? I want to get in a few words at least. Will you let me explain myself? .....Please?"<br>Bulma could see the outline of Vegeta's shadow standing just beyond the stairwell. "Promise me you'll be there Yumcha… 'Cause if you aren't…So help me God…I'll never want to speak to you again."<br>"Of course honey! I wouldn't leave ya hangin'. I'll see you at our usual place in a few minutes."<br>Vegeta's shadow retreats as silently as it had come, leaving Bulma to wonder if she has done the right thing. She hangs up the phone without a good-bye and grabs her umbrella.<br><font color=blue>~~~~~~~~~~</font><br>Yumcha places the phone back onto the reciever, hearing the sound of his door bell ringing in the distance. He hurries to the door, grabbing his coat in the process. He peaks into to the peep hole, seeing that Tracy had come to meet him. <I>Shit, I forgot that I was supposed to see her today…</I> He glances back at the phone, thinking of Bulma. "I can't just leave her…"<br>"Yumcha, I hear you breathing sweety," came her sing song voice.<br>He opens the door and greets her with a smile. "Hey babe. Ready to go?"<br>Tracy flings herself into his arms. "Yeah. You DID say that you'd take me out to dinner. So, lets go. We made reservations remember?"<br>Yumcha pulls on his coat, taking his girlfriend's hand. "Okay. Lets go…"<br><font color=blue>~~~~~~~~~~</font><br>She glances at her wrist watch, looking around her in hope that she'd not been stood up again. Not a person in sight. "Damnit," she curses, feeling a wave of emotions rushing towards her. <I>He promised you and you accually thought he'd keep it. You know Bulma, you really know how to pick em' don't you? All he wanted from you all those years was a good fuck… that's all… You lost your virginity to that piece of shit… and for what? NOTHING!!! </I><br>Bulma sat upon the bench, thrusting her umbrella to the ground. "WHY GOD DAMN YOU!!!! WHY DID YOU STAND ME UP?!," She screams at the sky. <br>A gust of wind sends a wall of rain pelting against her, once again soaking the fresh clothes she'd put on. She buries her face into her hands, crying long and hard. She'd lost him for good… He took her innocence and she didn't care… Now….sitting all along in the rain, feeling sorry for herself, she lets the pain go…<br>Never in her life had she'd cried so much. She couldn't stop herself. The tears kept coming and she didn't try to stop them either… She stopped caring, stopping trying to love when love clearly wasn't there.
<br>Never lifting her head, she stares at the ground and dares not to look up even when someone feet appear before her. The rain had stopped, or so she thought, but when she looked to the side, her eyes red and swollen, she saw a hand holding her own umbrella up to cover her.<br>Feeling her heart beat quicken, she thrusts herself into the man's arms, weeping against his shoulder like a child.<br>The man drops the umbrella, his arms circling her waist to support her.<br>The rain had gotten to them both. Neither appeared to be their normal selves.<br>His usually gravity defying hair had now fallen into thick tendrils around his head, cascading down his back a few inches bellow his shoulders. To Bulma he seemed an entirely different man, but by taking one look into his eyes, she knew him. "Vegeta…why are you here?"<br>He blinks, his lips parting slightly to take a breath.<br>She hesitantly rose her hand to touch his hair, her fingers combing through the tangled locks. "I never knew your hair was this long… It's….beautiful…" She met his confused gaze, noticing that his cheeks had turned a shade of red. "You shouldn't be embarrassed…It's nice."<br>Vegeta closes his eyes, his hands burying themselves into her mess of aqua hair. "Why have you done this to me?," he asks. "Why did you accept me?"<br>She smiles, forgetting her pain. "Because, behind that shell you call Prince Vegeta, is a person that is just as, if not as lonely and misunderstood as me."<br>Vegeta kisses her. So simple it was… a careful and very tentive brush of the lips. "I must say something," he breaths. <br>She shook her head and silences him with a finger over his lips. "I already know… Just take me home Vegeta. I'm tired."<br><font color=blue>To BE CONTINUED….