Bulma ran her hands tiredly through her hair as she moved slowly down the halls of Capsule Corp. She had passed another horrible night, most of it had been spent with a wailing Trunks, who was getting over a fever and the rest of it was spent fuming over where the hell his father could be? If she ever got her hands on Vegeta......

With a frustrated growl she swung the kitchen doors open, to find the deadbeat father seated at the table as though he EXPECTED a meal. The audacity of the man!

"Oh why, look what the cat dragged in!" Bulma said in sarcastic glee, "Why Vegeta, fancy seeing you here."

With a silent glare he grunted. He then returned his gaze to the empty table.

"Well, I guess our discussion about not doing the whole disappearing act, was just that, a discussion." She reprimanded, pulling a bowl out of the cupboard and pouring cereal into it.

"Actually, if memory serves, it was you yelling at me and me sitting here, trying to block your voice out while I ate." He answered testily, placing a hand on the table.

He looked up as she sat across from him, pouring milk into her bowl of cereal. He sneered, he detested her, he decided, loathed her every movement. There was no depth to her whatsoever. She was simply how she acted, a spoiled brat who never had to lift a finger in her life.

He looked out the window as his eyes shaded over with longing. She didn't understand him at all and never would. Not like......

He cut his musings short and turned back to her as she babbled on and on about how he should have been there last night until something caught his attention.

"But since you're here now, you won't mind taking care of Trunks while I go shopping." She said as she scooped another spoonful of cereal out the bowl.

He practically fell out of chair, was she crazy? He'd kill the brat by accident for all she or he knew. "What?! I refuse, take him with you." He screamed.

She scoffed, "Nuh uh mister, I just got him to sleep Vegeta, he needs rest, he's been sick, not that you care."

Crossing his arms he turned in the chair, "Ask your parents to do it then, they're always spoiling the brat."

"Oh believe me, I would, except for the fact, they're in Bermuda right now." She answered as though he should know. He scowled, like he actually remembered every piece of information she spewed at him. "I'll go get them then." He answered standing and walking towards the door.

"Oh no you don't!" she warned running after him and grabbing his arm. He turned sharply and stared at her. She tightened her grip, "One, they need the time alone, after being here with you for so long. Two, you and Trunks need time to get to know each other. I don't care how hard you fight it Vegeta, my son is going to have his father in his life!"

Gritting his teeth, he pulled away from her and stalked back into the kitchen, "Fine, the brat sleeps and I train, I assume you fixed the gravity room."

Bulma grunted placing her hands on her hips, "Yes, it's all fixed, thank you Bulma, you beautiful genius."

His eye twitched as he took the box of cereal and shoved his fist into it and began eating it begrudgingly.

Rolling her eyes, Bulma turned from him and grabbed her car keys, "I'll be back as soon as possible, food shopping can get hectic on Saturdays."

He shook his head, like he cared. Suddenly he caught the flavor of the cereal and spit it out. He looked at the front of the box, "Fiber-O's?" he grimaced and threw the box across the kitchen. How could she eat such junk? Putting a hand to his mouth, he fought back the urge to gag.

That was the last straw. He needed to start training.

******

The Gravitron 3000 droned away as Vegeta battled 'fight assimilation 4' in 500 x normal gravity. Sweat drenched down his body as he fought back the robots that sent small laser blasts at him.

He heaved in, flipping backwards and blasting the first robot into nothing more than a crushed hunk of tin. He smirked and turned to blast the next one when he heard a loud cry, he turned, glancing at the entrance of the room before he was hit from behind by the robot. "Ah Hell!" he cursed, blasting the remaining robots in annoyance.

He turned the machine off begrudgingly, that wasn't even a work out. He turned on his heels and stalked out of the room. That damned crying....he needed to shut that kid up so he could down to more serious training. He stalked down the halls to Trunks's room and swung the door open.

Walking up to the crib, he growled, "Shut the hell up before I give you something to cry about brat!"

A pair of dark blue eyes looked up at him and blinked twice and then let out an amused giggle.

"Oh you find murderous acclamations funny do you?" he laughed, with a smug look on his face, "Perhaps there's more Saiyajin blood in you than I thought."

Two pairs of eyes stared at one another for an unwavering moment before the darker pair turned and departed, "Now be quiet kid."

Vegeta got about a few feet away before Trunks let out another eardrum shattering cry. With a cringe, the prince turned back to him, raising an arm, threateningly causing the boy to let out spastic giggles.

He scowled, "I'm starting to get the impression you're mocking me brat and NO ONE mocks me, Watashi wa Saiya-jin no Ouji...Vejiitada!"

The little boy, in much the same fashion as his father, tried to raise his arm and put on his best scowl.

Vegeta's expression softened as he looked at the baby's attempts to emulate him. "Well, if you're not going to sleep." He complained picking the boy out of the crib and carrying him down the hall, "Then it would be pointless to keep you in there."

He put Trunks in one arm and carried him much like a person would carry a heavy sack of potatoes or clothing. Reaching the living room, he threw the boy on the couch, causing the boy to let out a cry.

"Oh shut up, you have Saiyajin blood in your veins you can take a hit harder than that." Vegeta growled, turning the TV on walking into the kitchen.

He was starving. Where the hell was that woman? She should have been back by now; he had been training at least an hour and a half. Suddenly, he realized that she might have set him up. For all he knew, she could have gone anywhere, maybe even on a day's vacation and left him here with this wailing brat, who.....well......okay, maybe the brat wasn't as bad as he first thought it'd be. But nonetheless, it was the principle, which was, he was on this planet to train not baby-sit.

Opening the refrigerator he went for some sort of leftovers when the kid started crying again. He grunted and shut the door, making his way back into the living room, "What is now?"

Trunks blinked at him and pointed at the TV with a whimper. Vegeta turned to it and then back to his son, "What? It's some sort of human soap opera. What's there to cry about?"

He went to go back into the kitchen causing Trunks to let out another wail. Balling his hands into fists, he turned back around, "alright fine you headache, I'll change the damn channel. Snatching the remote control from the coffee table he surfed through the channels, "Look kid just cry or something when you see something you like."

Finally Trunks let out a laugh when they got to a show with a gigantic yellow bird and bunch of oddly shaped and colored species. Vegeta turned to the boy like he was crazy, "You like this?" Trunks grinned and fell back from his sitting position with a laugh. Shaking his head in disgust, Vegeta went back to the kitchen but was once again prevented from another cry.

"I swear, I'm gonna rip this brat's lungs out!" he cursed storming back in. The baby recoiled suddenly and blinked up at the looming figure. Staring down at him Vegeta sneered. Trunks reached his arms out insistently and suddenly tumbled from the couch with a frustrated cry. Vegeta scoffed, "Your own fault kid."

Trunks sat up on the floor and began wailing in pain as Vegeta laid back on the couch and watched him, "I'm not helping you kid, I'm not your mommy, I know how strong you are so stop looking for attention."

After a few minutes, Trunks realized he was getting nowhere fast and tried to climb back on the couch, falling back on his but a few times, making Vegeta snicker.

Finally, the prince relented and picked the child up, putting him on his chest. The two looked at each other for another moment before Trunks let out a loud wail right in Vegeta's ear. He cringed and sat up, taking Trunks in his hands, "What? What is it?"

Trunks kept on wailing. Maybe he had hurt him when he had thrown him on the couch.......the onna would kill him. Getting a little panicked; he looked around the room helplessly, finally placing Trunks on the couch. Giving the angriest look he could, this time Trunks didn't laugh he just kept crying.

Grabbing the remote control he tried changing the channels but the kid just kept crying, "DAMMIT TRUNKS! HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT YOU WANT?!"

The boy blinked tears out of his eyes and then began wailing again. Running a shaky hand through his hair he tried to think of what to do. Damn woman! She should have been back by now. Childcare was a woman's work. Woman......wait a minute, the black haired onna had had a child. She'd know what to do.

Taking Trunks in his arms like before he took off.

******

Humming lightly, Chi-Chi placed clothing on the clothesline outside her house. She smiled, the first time she'd smiled when she working in months. Maybe that was a good sign that Goku would be home soon. She looked down, picking up a green sweater and placing it on the line, or maybe it meant something else. She giggled to herself and began lining up towels when she felt a harsh wind wash across her. She looked to her left and to her right, her hearing pierced by a child's cry. Who was there? Lowering the towel in her, raised in her hands she was greeted to a frantic Vegeta and a red faced Trunks, in the middle of a crying fit. "Vegeta? What are you?"

He stormed in front of her, forcing Trunks on her, "Make him stop."

She eyed him suspiciously, "What?"

"Make the brat stop crying." He repeated, well actually pleaded.

She looked down at Trunks and tickled his stomach, putting on a goofy face, "Helloooooooo Trunks..Hellooooo."

The baby squirmed and began to giggle. Vegeta let out a breath as though he had stopped breathing. She turned to him and put Trunks over her shoulder patting his back. After a moment the boy let out a belch.

"What are you doing with Trunks anyway Vegeta?" She asked, cradling the boy in her arms.

Crossing his arms, he snorted, "The damned woman left him with me when she went shopping."

They both laughed and at the same time sarcastically stated, "That was smart."

Chi-Chi looked down and giggled embarrassed, "Jinx."

Vegeta cocked an eyebrow, "What's that?"

Cringing her nose she shook her head, "Forget it." Outstretching her arms, she motioned for him to take Trunks back, "Well I'd put him to bed when you get back, he has a bit of a fever and you know he was only crying because he needed to be burped."

He scoffed, "the brat can't even burp on his own, how disgusting."

Vegeta turned his face to the side inconspicuously glancing at her feet. Seeing the shoes she was wearing he smirked and quickly looked away.

"You know you shouldn't have brought him out here, he might get sicker." She softly reprimanded, spying the glance he had taken at her feet, "Do you like them?" she asked raising one of her feet.

He scowled, "He was the one who kept on crying, I just wanted to shut the brat up and what do I look like a fashion consultant?"

Cocking an eyebrow at him she laughed, "You were worried about him, weren't you?"

He scoffed and turned from her. Realizing he wasn't going to take the boy back she turned back to the house. Looking back she saw he was quick in tow. She looked down at Trunks and smiled. What was Bulma thinking leaving those two alone? Albeit, Vegeta seemed to be trying his best with Trunks, which was odd in itself, he didn't know the first thing about childcare. Her face softened, but he was trying. She whispered to the boy, "You know what Trunks, I think your daddy loves you, yes I do."

"I'm getting him a blanket to be brought back in, so he won't get sick." She called back finally, as Trunks gave her a goofy, heart-warming smile. He fell behind watching her departing figure for a moment almost reluctantly, before speeding up again. He reprimanded himself for even coming here, every time he came around her, he got uncomfortable, but there was just something so intriguing about this woman that was undeniable. It went beyond all normal reasoning.

By the time he reached the door she had already gotten the blanket and was wrapping the drowsy boy in it. She looked down at the baby in silent adoration for a moment, it had been so long since she had held a baby, and she had forgotten the feeling it gave her. She shifted, feeling a pang of loneliness rise within her. Gohan.

Looking up she nodded and handed him back to Vegeta. He took Trunks and placed him under his arm again, much to her horror, "What the heck are you doing?!?! That's not how you hold a baby!"

He recoiled, "Why does it matter how I hold him?"

"Gosh Vegeta! You could hurt him if you drop him like that, Baby's have a soft spot on their heads!" she reprimanded, taking Trunks in one arm and shaping his arms into a cradling position much to his perplexing. She then placed Trunks in his arms, fixing the blanket, "You hold him like that, not like a sack of potatoes you doofus."

She smiled softly at Trunks as he cuddled against his father's chest nearing sleep, "See."

Vegeta looked down at Trunks and then back at Chi-Chi, noticing the look of joy on her face as she looked at Trunks. He never would understand female's fascination with babies, all they were were sniveling germ factories. His eyebrows furrowed together, but her gaze was so loving and pure as she looked at him, it made him uncomfortable.

She glanced up at him and blushed, realizing how close they had gotten. He looked at her in silent anticipation as her hand accidentally went from Trunks to his wrist. They stood there for an uncertain moment waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally, Chi-Chi found herself moving closer, lowering her eyelids.

Trunks looked from one to the other; annoyed he wasn't the center of attention anymore. As Chi-Chi's face leaned in closer to his father's he took the opportunity to seize the moment and pulled on her hair, causing her forehead to smash into Vegeta's.

Chi-Chi quickly turned away and rubbed her nose, as Vegeta looked down at Trunks threateningly much to the boy's amusement. "Brat." He muttered.

Vegeta diverted his reddening face from her as she looked back to face them, holding her nose, "Heh, well I guess you should be getting Trunks home now?"

He stared down at the wood floor, trying to avoid eye contact with her at all costs, "No, I can't"

She lowered her eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

Her eyes glazed over with thoughts of romantic reasons and proclamations as he continued to stare at the ground, shyly. She had never thought him to be the shy type, although she had noticed since the night of the storm whenever things seemed to get slightly intimate he would recoil, from what she gathered to be inexperience with the emotions. She snorted, not that she was any better with them.

"I can't......" he hesitated, "I can't take care of him on my own, I have no idea what I'm doing, you have to come with me."

She took a step back, disappointed and relieved at the same time. Although, she couldn't help wishing he'd whisk her away to some far off land. She looked over at Trunks, but she didn't think he'd be too thrilled about being taken away from his binky for so long. The boy just looked at her and blinked, confused. She grinned, "Well I have chores to...." He looked up at her pleadfully. She knew better than to make him beg it would compromise him too much.

Looking down thoughtfully, she responded, "I'll help you on the condition, you teach me how to fly." There, that way it looked like a bargain and neither was weaker, they both got something they wanted.

He smirked relieved, "Fine but I expect meals before and after every lesson."

Not giving her a moment to change her mind, he put Trunks in one arm and grabbed her waist with the other, whisking them both into the sky, not exactly Chi-Chi's ideal way of being whisked way.

His eye twitched as both screamed equally as loud. He was starting to think his plan wasn't as good as first thought. Between Chi-Chi's screeching and Trunks's wailing he was going to need a hearing aid.

Finally, Chi-Chi turned herself around to face him. She scowled at him and crossed her arms, "YOU HAVE TO BE THE DUMBEST MAN I'VE EVER COME ACROSS!" She began ranting as the prince shook his head and sped up faster.

***

Landing at Capsule Corp., Chi-Chi limped a few feet before turning and smacking Vegeta hardly across the face, "Next time warn me when you're going to do something like that! KAMI! You could have dropped me OR Trunks!"

Vegeta rolled his eyes, having heard her yell that for the millionth time. Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her into the compound, "Woman, you're more trouble than you're worth."

"Well you're the one who keeps coming around me!" she argued breaking from his grip, he turned sharply to her and almost simultaneously he and Trunks put on the same exact scowl, Chi-Chi giggled it was adorable.

"I am not the one who keeps coming around you, you're the one who keeps clinging to me!" he barked.

"Oh yeah! Well who came and got me today?" she screamed.

Growling softly, he answered, "Hmph, who begged me to stay because of a little lightning?"

"Grrrr..who found me in the forest to begin with?" she countered.

His eyes lowered, in though finally responding, "Who ran into my room weeping?"

Chi-Chi pursed her lower lip, unwilling to loose, "Well....uhh.......who agreed to train me?"

He stomped forward, "You gave me an ultimatum and I was in a corner, red!"

"Red?" she asked confused.

"Yes, that's what I think I'll call you from now on." He said with an evil glint in his eye.

Finally, remembering the M&M costume, her face turned various shades of red and pink, "You're unbearable."

His smirked widened to a grin when Trunks bit down on his arm. "OW!" he screamed, glaring at the toothless child.

He winced looking at his red arm, "He doesn't even have teeth! How can he bite down so damn hard!"

She placed her hands on her hips and smiled, "Oh boo hoo poor prince Vegeta got hurt by a widdle baby." She then winked at Trunks, "Thanks kiddo."

"Grrrr......He DID not hurt me!" he argued waving his free hand at her.

She just laughed and walked past him. He stood there his eye twitching for a moment before a smirk crawled upon his face. He looked down at Trunks, "You know kid, you should have waited another minute to pull her hair."

Trunks just blinked up at him and put his thumb into his mouth.

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"Concentrate woman!"

"I am concentrating, you're just teaching me wrong!" Chi-Chi screamed crossing her arms in frustration.

Slowly turning away Vegeta swallowed back the murderous rage that was telling him to blast her into another dimension and carefully turned back to face her, "If you refuse to be a bit more open, then I see no point in continuing this training."

"Well I do! We made a deal, and I'm not about to let you back out of it mister so don't even think about!" Chi-Chi argued, wagging an accusing finger at him.

With a sneer he put a hand on his hip, "You should be flying around this damned forest by now Red, the reason you're not......"

"Is because you're such an unbearable teacher Vegeta! You could try some encouragement, you know.......a slap on the back every now and then instead of yelling at every little thing I do!" She screamed into his face.

"What do you take me for woman?! I refuse to go easy on you for your training, you should feel fortunate to get training from the strongest warrior in the universe!" He retorted, his hair flickering to the side almost like a flame as the breeze struck it.

"Strongest huh?" she almost laughed, the name of her husband on the tip of her tongue.

Glowering, before she could finish he retorted, "Don't even go there woman."

With a smirk, she sat back down on the grassy knoll, "Fine I won't, we'll just continue..."

Shaking his head, he took a seat in front of her, "Now for the millionth time, you start by drawing ki energy out of yourself.it takes concentration."

"I know that! You've said that like twenty times, there HAS to be something more to it, or I'd be getting it by now!" she screamed in frustration.

"You're not even trying! In fact." he looked at her slyly, "I'm starting to think that you're stalling on purpose."

Appalled, her mouth hung open, "I......I am not! For your information, I can't wait to be done with you! Why, I've wasted this much time with you is beyond me!"

"Hmph, believe me the feeling is more than mutual." The prince responded with crossed arms.

She turned from moodily, "Well then..........."

"Well indeed........" He slowly added.

With a pouting lip, she shut her eyes and tried to concentrate. But she couldn't stop thinking about all the things she had to do before Goku and Gohan got back....the laundry.....the cooking......the mending.......

One of her eyes opened slightly, Vegeta was staring at her so studiously. She swallowed hardly and shut her eye again. These feelings she was having weren't right, they weren't healthy but as much as she kept telling herself that, her heart would have none of it. She kept thinking of him. Thinking of the way he'd stare at her, smirk, laugh, shrug....everything. That was lust. That was bad but was relieving too. It meant she still loved Goku. Right?

No.......Yes.....he had beautiful eyes. Vegeta, not Goku. His eyes were like some epic story with a tragic ending. How she would wish she could rewrite it so it was happy. His eyes were always searching and tired, maybe that's why she found his stare so piercing, so undeniably engulfing. He expected something out of her, no one else did. Infatuation was all it was, a one sided infatuation. But then why did he stay? He had almost kissed her; she had almost kissed him.

She felt tears rushing to her eyes, biting them back she tried harder to concentrate. She was making excuses. How could she do this to Gohan and Goku?

No! Goku had been the one who had left not her. She couldn't stop her feelings just like he couldn't stop his. It wasn't her fault, maybe it was Vegeta's for.........for doing something! Anything!

Her eyes opened, "I can't do this!"

Her grabbed her clasped hands with his gloved ones and separated them, "Concentrate on the space in-between your hands."

She tried to but she kept thinking about how warm his hands felt, against hers. It felt like it been years since she'd been touched, centuries since she'd been appreciated for anything Why was he taking such an interest in her? Why?

Her brown eyes fell to the dark green grass as it complied with the wind's wishes. She thought he was supposed to be some evil tyrant, not a tragic prince who was trying to repent for his sins. It wasn't infatuation; it went beyond that somehow. She cringed, she never felt so strongly for Goku. Maybe she had been infatuated with Goku? Suddenly she wanted to take off and run, she had to find her family before it was too late and she let herself get carried away with this fantasy.

"Gha! You're not even trying!" he finally exclaimed in exasperation, removing his hands from her.

Her eyes still watched the safe grass. "I am trying Vegeta, it's just............"

"Just be quiet." He reprimanded harshly, putting his weight on his arms as he leaned back, "You're thinking too much. That's why you're not getting this."

"Sometimes I think they'll never come back or that they've forgotten about me." She whispered as a lone tear danced atop a blade of grass.

His eyes widened as he realized whom she was talking about. "They could never forget you, you know that." He answered after a pause, before regaining his usual volume, "So stop feeling sorry for yourself, it's sickening."

His eyes slanted as he studied her expression. So stressed and out of place compared to the calm environment that surrounded them. The lazy grass tickled his arms as he leaned further back, almost tempted to lie back and look up at the bright blue sky. Almost...who did he look like Kakarot? Such gazing could be taken as weakness.

"Don't you think Bulma will be wondering where you are?" Chi-Chi finally whimpered, breaking the silence that had fallen between them.

"I could care less what she does or doesn't wonder." He answered in a disturbingly even voice.

She fought back tears, as thoughts of Goku flooded her memories, "That's no way to think about your........."

Cutting her off, he responded, "She is nothing to me."

She cringed, "She's the mother of your child."

His eyes quickly diverted from hers, noting the sound of disapproval in her voice, "So?"

She looked up at him pleadingly, "Surely you feel some regard or tenderness towards her?"

His eyes flashed with anger, "What the hell do you care? You'd think, it would make you happy I don't feel anything for her!"

"I care because if a man feels nothing for the mother of his children then what is it that I have with Goku?! We have nothing together but Gohan! We haven't had a real conversation in four years! He hasn't said he's loved me........" her voice cracked in an almost frantic recall, "I don't think he ever has! Now that I think about it."

Sitting up, Vegeta sighed, "So what? You put too much on your damned marriage, you were young and stupid how your father could agree to such a naïve union is beyond my comprehension."

She just sniffed and quickly dried her eyes, "We were happy, I swear we were."

"You speak in past tense." He answered in a mysterious tone.

"I haven't seen him in months." She answered after a silent moment.

He shifted uncomfortably, suddenly not wanting to continue down this path with her, "Are planning on continuing with this lesson?"

"I." she looked up into his eyes, "Yes.there's no reason to stop, I'm alright now."

"You're lying......." she looked up about to argue but he silenced her, "Stop thinking about Kakarot and everyone else for a moment and think about yourself, that is what is needed for you to bring out your ki energy. Kakarot can't do it, Gohan can't do it, I can't, only you can."

She frowned, "I........I can't."

With a scowl he stood up, "Fine! You're right, you can't you weak creature! So give it up! Give it all up!" He had thought she was stronger-willed than this. He sneered, he was beginning to wonder if knew her at all or if he wanted to for that matter.

"Why can't you ever say anything nice to me?" she begged, her hands tightening into frustrated fists.

"What do you want from me Red? Pity? Attention? Love? I can't give you any of it!" He screamed in annoyance.

She bit her lower lip and put her head in her hands, "I just want to learn how to fly numb nuts."

A smirk suddenly began tugging at his lips, changing his mind once again. There was the woman he had been obsessing over Obsessing? He reprimanded his choice of words and responded to her, "Fine, you want to learn how to fly?"

"Yes you baka!" she screamed, her voice muffled by her hands.

"Then form a damned ki ball." He retorted walking away from her.

"When I form this energy ball Vegeta, I'm going to try my hardest to blast you with it." She angrily cried looking up with resolve.

"Fine, but you have to form it first." He retorted in a mocking tone, standing off a bit, as he stared down the hill they were on.

His eyes fell upon the Capsule Corp. compound down below. Bulma hadn't been too happy to see Chi-Chi there the other day; in fact she had dismissed her rather cruelly. She had practically, ripped Trunks from her as though she was staking some sort of claim on the boy and told her to go. Of course Chi- Chi had complied and left quickly in an embarrassed daze. She didn't even wait around for him to take her back and when he had went out to look for her, she was nowhere to be found. Afterwards, he and Bulma had had the worst argument they had ever had and he left, like he always did.

He had the feeling Bulma suspected something was going on between them. He did too. A wide smirk plastered across his face. Yes, there was something between him and that black haired vixen. Like a moth to a flame. He was sure to get burned if he kept coming to her like this. When her beloved Kakarot returned he knew she'd go back to him. How utterly ridiculous! He was being foolish and he didn't care. Whatever spell this creature had on him, he had to break it before he made a total fool out of himself.

He was broken out of his musings by a joyous cry coming from behind him. He turned slowly and saw Chi-Chi's arms and back twitching as she tried to control the ki she had drawn out of her. With 'hmph' he approached her, "It's about time."

Deeply exhaling, she fell forward, releasing the energy, "I feel tired."

"It takes awhile to get the hang of such things." He answered.

"Teach me how to fly now." She demanded sitting up.

His eyes lowered, he did not take orders, "You're tired."

"I don't care, I can still learn." She answered quickly as she stood to her feet.

"I'm hungry, I wish to eat now." He ordered, scanning her figure.

Crossing her arms she responded, "You can eat after my lesson." She didn't take orders either.

"Your lesson has ended!" he barked, lifting his eyes from her in silent annoyance at himself. She looked up at him with pleading eyes. He huffed, for some odd reason, relenting, "You have until sundown and then I demand to be fed!"

"Arigatou." She smiled and stood up tally.

"I thought I told you not to thank me." He growled, stalking towards her, " Now do exactly as I say, "Push all of the ki energy inside of you downward and allow it to lift you up."

"Okay." She gulped and shut her eyes. She didn't know how long she stood there as she tried to push everything inside of her down. Her eyes twitched as a droplet of sweat creased down her brow, she needed to get this to work. She had to! She had to prove that jerk wrong. That was her concentration, make the jerk choke on his words.......make the jerk choke on his words..........

Vegeta leaned against a tree and sighed heavily. He watched as the sun danced behind the green trees, he doubted that she'd be able to take flight in such a short amount of time. The golden orb shimmered in between the leaves and stung his eyes making him wince. In times like this he would some times think this planet was rather nice but the feeling always passed, all he had to do was look past the forest to see why he hated so much. Humans were such precocious creatures with their dirty cities and smoke machine vehicles.

Suddenly he heard a frightened cry, his eyes shot open and he scanned the landscape for Chi-Chi. Where was she? "Red?! Woman?!"

"I'm up here!" came a shrill voice.

Looking up he saw a less than composed Chi-Chi, as she crossed her legs, frantically trying to straighten herself out while not loosing her dignity. He let out a snicker. So she'd actually pulled it off. Amazing.

"A little help!!" she finally pleaded as she tried to no avail to move in any direction except further up. One of her eyes reluctantly opened and looked down at the spinning ground. She quickly shut it, whimpering, "I just figured out I'm afraid of heights."

With an amused air, he flew up next to her with crossed arms.

She glowered, looking at the smart ass look on his face, "Well don't just stand..errr.float there! Help me!"

With a fraternizing tone he responded, "Grab onto me."

"I think I'll quote you from the first time we met, I'd rater kiss a monkey's ass than touch your grotesque body!" she answered with a sneer.

With a smirk he pushed her a little back with his ki force, "Fine..but unless you manage to find your way down, you'll be stuck up here, Red."

"Why you!" she flung herself forward and missed him as he moved back an inch.

"Almost but not quite onna!" he laughed in an amused voice.

She looked at him not in the least finding her current situation funny, she didn't even know how to get down and there he was making fun of her. She thought he was her teacher not her tormenter. "Stay still!" she complained, throwing herself forward again. To which the prince responded by moving a few more feet back. Gritting her teeth, she held onto the bottom of her dress, causing Vegeta to let out a loud laugh, "You are so pathetic!"

Her heart began racing a mile minute as rage filled her eyes, "Stop it!" she screamed, lunging foreword, this time being caught by him in a tight embrace.

They spun a few times from the impact, finally coming to a stop in a breathless daze. His head lowered to her shoulder almost by instinct, as they floated a few feet away from the ground. Miles away from anything or anyone else, her warm soft figure pressed firmly against him, he felt an odd comfort he had never experienced before. His eyes closed in silent anticipation. Such a beautiful seductress, such a wicked bewitcher.

Her tightly shuteyes slowly opened as she felt his soft breath against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She let out a ragged breath and looked up at him. Her arms were securely wrapped around his neck and his around her waist. It was all so perfect she mused, her cheeks turning a light pink.

The sun set in a goldish-orange explosion that drenched them both in its warm colors as their eyes remained locked on one another's. Her lips tried to form words but she was silenced, as his free hand traced her face lightly guiding him to her hair. His gazed softened as he released her raven mane from it's confines letting it fall down her back, he stroked it slowly as his lips gently captured hers in a kiss.

The world stopped spinning. The angels starting singing. Fate started laughing. Everything was different.