Vegeta did what he’d been asked, he took Bulma home. Not one word was spoken between them, neither could bear to ruin the moment. He swept her off her feet into his arms, levitating from the ground as he did so. They were in mid flight, his arms holding her securely against him.<br>
Bulma had to admit, she was scared at first, but that fear quickly diminished. Somehow, she knew he wouldn’t drop her, no matter what.<br>
Snuggling close, she laid her head upon his shoulder, never remembering how she’d fallen asleep or how she’d gotten to bed.<br>
The sun shone bright through the white curtains of her window, warming her face and waking her slowly. For a moment, she could not recollect what had happened. After several tense seconds, an image of Vegeta flashed through her mind.<br>She attempts to move, finding her left arm pinned beneath something. Confused, she turns her head to find his face laying close to hers, their noses touching. Her eyes widened, taking in his sleeping form. Blood rushed to her cheeks as her gaze traveled down to his shoulder and past his narrow hips to his legs intertwined with hers. <br>Had they slept together?!<br>She does a double check, noticing that she still wore some clothing, although she’d lost her pants somewhere. Had he actually removed them and done nothing more?<br>Vegeta’s breathing hitched as he turned, scooting closer to her and wrapping a possessive arm around her waist.<br>Gulping, Bulma wonders how she’ll wake him. <i>He’ll be furious if he knows he’s sleeping in the same bed as me! What other choice do I have though?  I’ll just have to risk it.</i><br> Slowly, she raised her free arm, allowing her hand to rest upon his shoulder. Softly, she shook him. “V...Vegeta... Wake up. It’s morning.”
<br>His eyes flew open as he rose into a seated position, looking about him in confusion.
<br>Had he dared to?!
<br>He turns his head, meeting her equally surprised gaze. Good god... He remembered now. He’d removed her wet pants and laid her down, drying her shirt and under clothes with his ki. Afterwards, he sat next to her, observing her slumbering form for quite some time. <i>I must’ve fallen asleep!!</i> Embarrassed beyond all reason, Vegeta opens his mouth to speak, only to be silenced by her fingers pressed tightly over his lips.<br>
She shook her head, “It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone if that’s what your afraid of. Lets just...forget what happened and go on with our lives... Alright?”<br>
Releasing the breath he didn’t realize he’d held, Vegeta swung his legs over the side of the bed. “Hmph.”<br>
Bulma closes her eyes, holding a hand over her heart. “For what it’s worth...”<br>
Vegeta froze.<br>
”Thank you Vegeta. I didn’t know you cared.”<br>
 He craned his head slightly, “It was the least I could do...  You may see it as my debts to you being paid.”<br>
She smiles warmly, “Alright then.”<br>
He continues his trek to his bedroom for a hot shower, hoping that somehow he may rid himself of her scent.<br>”Would you like breakfast? I have time before work..”<br>Vegeta’s stomach growls. “*cough* yes...,” he stammers.<br>Bulma hops to her feet, “It’ll be ready in a few minutes. Just let me get my robe.”<br>Vegeta doesn’t know why he suddenly feels light headed, but he hopes that it’s only from hunger.<br><font color=blue>~~20 minutes later~</font><br>Before him sat a feast of gigantic proportions. Not once had Bulma sought to cook him such a meal, but he knew that if he was to get any type of nourishment for his training today, then he’d better eat.<br>
 He tasted everything, shoveling food in quicker than he could swallow. All usage of proper manners were thrown out the window. <br>
 Bulma left him to get dressed, returning a half an hour later to find the food gone, table cleared, and the dishes washed. Approaching the counter, she finds a plate of breakfast he’d made her from his own meal She notices a small sticky note placed meticulously over the fork resting beside the plate. It read,<br><center>
“<i>I was wrong. You are a good cook.. That is, only when you want to be. My complements to the chef</i>.<br> – <i>Arigatou</i>”</center><br>
Bulma sighs contently, “He really has changed.”<br><font color=blue>~~Later~~</font><br>
He can feel the gravity pulling him down, weighing his body far beyond that of normal human standards. Muscles scream as he moved about at 500g, sweat pouring from his slick body and pooling at his feet. Why was he allowing this to bother him? Yesterday had been nothing to him... hadn’t it? He shook his head, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand.<br><i>For what it’s worth.... thank you Vegeta... I didn’t know you cared</i>.<br>Her words fill his mind and he knows he will never be able to escape them.<br>Forever, he will see those cerulean eyes gazing so adoringly at him, the hero. <br><i>I am not a hero. I was merely there for other reasons...</i><br>”<i>Yeah, right!</i>,” his conscience replies.<i> You followed her because you knew that bastard Yumcha wouldn’t be there. You knew it!! YOU CANNOT DENY WHAT YOU KNEW AND WHAT YOU FELT</i>!” <br>He opens his mouth, inhaling sharply. The kiss... He’d kissed her. He made the first move! He sweeps his arm outward, fingers applying pressure to the off button.<br>The room fell out of it’s crimson hue, revealing the pale light of the outdoors through the few windows behind him. He can hear rain falling, drumming against the dome roof to a quick tempo.<br>Without turning to acknowledge the approaching presence, he releases the lock on the door and waits.<br>A tall figure appears in the doorway, slick boots squeaking against tiled flooring.<br> “Kakarotto... I knew you’d come eventually. I missed our usual noon sparing didn’t I?”<br>Goku can see that his prince is clearly upset about something; he wonders if there is anyway he may help. “Vegeta, is something wrong?”<br>Vegeta lowers his head, shoulders trembling. “Do you know what it is like Kakarotto?”<br>Goku rose an eyebrow, “Hn?”<br> Tears fall, colliding with the floor and glistening in the pale light.<br>Goku’s ears perk., hearing the soft ‘pit’ each made. “Vegeta saa...” He takes a step forward, extending his arms out to rest his hands upon his prince’s shoulders. “Is it love?”<br> Vegeta stiffens. <br>Goku grins, “I have seen it in your eyes for quite some time. During our fights this past week, you have become more distracted.”<br> Vegeta whirls around to face his rival, his mouth gaping open to respond.<br> “Vegeta, you’re in love with her.”<br>
The prince remained silent, his dark eye searching the equally darker ones before him. <i>I didn’t want him to know.... I didn’t want anyone to know..........what I felt.....inside...</i><br> “Vegeta,” the larger man whispers. “We can help you; Chi Chi and I.”<br>Vegeta took a step backward, his fists clenching and unclenching.<br> “You think you know me?! HA! You and your so called wife aren’t even fully bonded... what makes you think that you know what I’m feeling?!”<br> Sighing through his nose, Goku lowered his head. “At least I don’t try to hide what I’m already aware of...”<br>Vegeta’s eyes widen, “NANI?! You know about bon...”<br> “I’m not as stupid as you think I am Vegeta,” Goku interrupts. “I just know, that for some reason... I can’t do it.” He drops his hands to his sides in a submissive gesture. “I know... that somewhere on Vegetasai... I had a life mate...I dreamed about it all the time when I was younger. It was about a girl. I couldn’t always see her face but I remember her voice and the way her hands felt against...me.” <br> “Kakarotto...I did not know.”<br> “YEAH, YOU DIDN’T KNOW!” Goku retorts angrily. “I’m just trying to help YOU... at least your life mate is alive and not buried in some hole or floating aimlessly in space where our planet should have been!”<br> Vegeta wipes away a stray tear, hoping to regain some semblance of his pride. “Why do you stay with her then?”<br> Goku craned his head to the side for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. “She needs me, and we have Gohan.”<br> “Is that all the reasoning you have? Kakarotto?”<br> Goku smiles genuinely. “Unfortunately, yes. I love her, but not as deeply... It doesn’t run in my blood. In ways, because of that...I envy you.”<br> “ENVY ME?!” Vegeta huffs. “You’ve never envied anything in your life!”<br>Goku shook his head. “No, I do. At least you have what you want. I have learned to cope with the idea that slowly, my memory I lost in that ravine is returning, and that I’m becoming less of myself. I feel things that never crossed my mind before I met you. Of course, I still hold purity, but not as strongly as I had when I was a child. The only time I am able to fully lose myself is when I am super saiyan... My anger, any anger is not pure. To put it truthfully, I enjoy it.
Somewhere deep inside, I enjoy battle so much it knaws it’s way out of me till I can’t stand it!! I want to kill, I WANT to be angry!”<br>Vegeta steps around Goku, walking to the door then closing it. “Then, before you help me... allow me to sate your desires.” He turns to face Goku. “FIGHT ME, and NO holding back.”<br><font color=blue>TO BE CONTINUED!!!