One Month after Chapter 1 Bulma leaned back characteristically in her chair. She raised her arms up into the air and gave an exaggerated yawn. She had been working for Freeza for one month and each day was exactly the same. Breakfast and dinner was with Freeza and Vegeta and lunch was her alone in the lab. Vegeta continued to watch her from the shadows but they rarely talked, especially after the big explosion that nearly killed her. Yet that memory was soon pushed back in the recesses of her mind and didn’t think anything special about it. She tried to avoid Vegeta because each time their paths crossed or their eyes met she felt a deathly chill crawl up her spine. Though he hadn’t made any recently, his death threats echoed in her mind and she constantly feared for her life. *How long do I even get to live now?* Vegeta stood back in the corner as he eyed Bulma. *She is just a mere distraction that is in my way. The sooner I eliminate the distraction, the sooner I can go on with my life.* Vegeta had been planning out a way to kill Bulma since she had first stepped foot into his life. Though his new found emotions told him that he couldn’t continue living if he were to destroy Bulma, but his mind told him he had to get rid of her before she destroyed his very life. *Tonight,* he thought, *You will be out of my life.* Vegeta turned around and pulled the door open letting it slam shut receiving a yelp from the surprised Bulma. *What the hell is his problem?* Vegeta tried to train. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to kill her, or if he wanted to kiss her. She annoyed him, yes, but he liked fighting with her and he loved to stare at her. He now lived to see her fear him because in some sadistic way, it made him feel powerful and as if he owned her. Vegeta tried to concentrate on his training but with each punch he saw her face. Each kick he saw her body. *Kuso, she is practically controlling my mind.* He stopped training and went into his room. He wanted to kill her only because he was afraid of what might happen if he were to allow his emotions to show themselves. She distracted him with her teasing actions and lured him with her eyes and enticed him with her hair. He sat down by the window thinking that what he really needed was someone he could hold, though he would never admit it. It was the next day after breakfast the two were walking towards the lab. “Vegeta,” Bulma said as she poked Vegeta in the ribs, “You still owe me that tour.” Vegeta glared down at her, “I don’t owe you shit.” Bulma glared at him, “You don’t have to be so mean. You could loosen up a bit.” Vegeta stepped back in disgust, “I don’t have to loosen up.” Bulma walked on, “Whatever, you are the most tight up person I know. What do you have, a stick up your ass?” Vegeta growled, “Grrrrrrr, you take that back you stupid girl. You’re playing with fire here.” Bulma looked at him as she pulled out a capsule, “What is that?!” Vegeta demanded. Bulma gawked at him as she pushed the button and threw the capsule down at her feet, “Something to make you shut up.” Vegeta’s tail thrashed behind him, “Me! I’m not the one with the big mouth!” Bulma smiled as she walked up to Vegeta. “Vegeta…” she said almost seductively, “Come closer.” Vegeta turned his head around, “I will not!” Bulma reached up and pulled his head around to face hers. She tore off a large piece of duck tap and slapped it across his mouth. “There, now you can’t be mean to me any more.” Bulma laughed as she skipped off towards the lab leaving a very angry saiyan to tare the duck tape from off his lips. Bulma sat innocently in her chair as she calculated problems for the weapon she was creating. “BULMA!” Vegeta’s voice shook the lab as he yelled her name, “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO ACCOMPLISH?!” “I told you, Veggie-Chan, to make you shut.” “WOMAN! Don’t call me that, and whatever that sticky stuff was don’t use it again!” Bulma giggled, watching him get angry over her pet name for him was quite hilarious and the look Vegeta gave her when she stuck the tape over his mouth made her want to laugh for eternity. “Errrrr, what are you laughing at?!” Bulma smiled as she turned away from Vegeta. “Answer me woman!” “Just you,” she laughed as she saw Vegeta’s veins look as if they were about to pop. “Woman, sometimes… Sometimes I just want to kill you!” “But you won’t.” Bulma smiled as she went back to her work. “Whatever, just… Just watch out.” Vegeta turned around and left the lab. *Stupid woman, I must put her in her place.* Dinner rolled around and Bulma made her way to Freeza’s room. “Hello Bulma, how are you?” Bulma smiled as sweetly as she could, “I’m doing good. I think I’m actually getting somewhere with the weapon.” “Very good,” Freeza replied, “Sit down, dinner is about to begin.” Bulma sat in her usual seat across from Vegeta; however, tonight seemed extremely awkward. Vegeta glared at Bulma each time she made a comment. He didn’t grunt, didn’t impose on her and Freeza’s conversation, he just gave her a deathly glare. Bulma tried not to stare at him but couldn’t help it. She did like him, even if he didn’t like her. And any woman would admit that he was quite handsome, despite his princely scowl. His body was sheathed in an armor of muscle and his eyes showed his emotion while the rest of his body did not. It was during their two meals together that she would have her chance to watch Vegeta, but this time, it was different. When she tried to admire him she became fearful and her heart pounded against her chest. After the meal was over Bulma thanked Freeza and left the room heading towards the lab to pick up a few of her materials. “What are you planning to do Vegeta?” Freeza asked suspiciously as he had been watching Vegeta throughout the whole meal. Vegeta gave a grunt, “Nothing.” “You’re lying Vegeta,” Freeza sung, “If you think you are going to kill Bulma, well, I wouldn’t do that.” Vegeta hmphed, “I don’t plan on killing her.” Freeza looked at him, “Sure, just know if you try any monkey business I’ll kill you.” Vegeta just looked at him, “I’m going to train.” Vegeta pushed his chair back and walked out of the room and to his room. Sitting in his usual spot he thought about his plan. He was planning on sneaking into Bulma’s room and killing her, but he didn’t want to be killed just because he killed the stupid Chikyuu girl. Vegeta thought again, *Maybe if I just scare her, that would work.* Vegeta smirked as he threw his armor off leaving him in a black spandex fighting suit and sneaked quietly into Bulma’s room awaiting for her return. Bulma walked quickly to her room. She had begun to get used to her surroundings, but she was still afraid the prince. She stepped into her room and breathed a sigh of relief. Bulma placed her materials on her dresser and walked over to her usual seat in her sofa. Staring out the window was her favorite thing to do to try and relieve her stress but she suddenly heard a rustle behind her. She shot up from her seat and gazed around. “Hello?” She asked receiving no answer. Still frightened she sat back down trying to be aware of what was going on around her. She heard the sound again and this time when she turned around it was Vegeta. She didn’t say anything and she didn’t move a muscle. *Oh shit, he is gonna kill me, I’m going to die!* Bulma wanted to run out of the room but her legs wouldn’t move. Finally she opened her mouth, “Vegeta, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?” Vegeta walked forward till he was standing behind her, “Hello…” He spoke in almost a ghastly whisper. Bulma finally was able to move her legs and stood up trying to meet Vegeta’s eyes. *Holy shit, this is it. This confirms it, he hates me and he going to kill me!* “What do you want?” Vegeta smirked, “Nothing really…” He reached out and stroked Bulma’s face making her back up into the window. “Uh… Vegeta um…” She couldn’t get the words out, the way he was acting was scaring her stiff. Vegeta walked up pressing his body against hers, “Woman…” He whispered again, “I’m not going to kill you.” Bulma almost wanted to breath a sigh of relief but realized she was still stuck under him. “Then move you baka!” Vegeta snickered, “I don’t think so.” Bulma began to look around to see if she could find any signs of escape, but found none. “Vegeta, let me go you stupid ass!” Vegeta then pinned her arms over her head and was staring intently into her eyes. One of the things he loved best about her were her eyes. They were an azure blue that he drowned in each time he looked into them. He couldn’t help it and he leaned over and kissed her neck as she stared forward in fear. She felt him slightly nip it before sinking his teeth into her neck. She screamed as he bit her and he lapped the blood that fell from her neck. She tried to wiggle out of his grip but was held tightly against the window. Tears began to form in her eyes as he sucked at her neck. *What if he rapes me! I think he is handsome but I don’t want him to rape me!* He pulled back from her licking his lips as he ran a finger over her bite mark receiving a cry from her. He set his face right in front of hers and made her look at him. “It doesn’t matter what you do now, you belong to me.” He dropped her out of his grip and watched her as she sunk down to the floor as she placed a hand on where he bit her. She stared at him not making any rude remarks as she would have in any other situation. Though she was no longer bleeding she felt the gashes that his teeth created in her once perfect neck. Not knowing what to do or who to go to she pulled herself into a fetal position crying softly. *Had he found me so interesting in the beginning and was only showing a cruel stature to make me think differently?* Bulma didn’t know what to think anymore. She was now more afraid of the prince than ever; not because he wanted to kill her, but because she knew now he wasn’t going to, since he had claimed her as his own. Vegeta stared at her with interest as he saw her crumble down. He almost felt guilty for what he did, but he planned to make her his, after he had some more fun with her. He took one last glance at his new property and left the room. She subconsciously rubbed the bite mark as she thought of being owned by someone. “Damnit,” she cried, “All I wanted was to go home.” * * * * * Bulma woke up from her restless sleep. She slowly walked over to the mirror hoping that the bite mark didn’t exist. Staring into the mirror she examined her once beautiful face which was now stained, once again, with tears. She tilted her neck to examine the bite mark and sadly it was extremely visible. “Bastard,” she cussed between her clenched teeth. She rubbed it noticing it was beginning to form a scab but she knew it would leave a scar. Though she thought Vegeta was attractive, this was no way to view love. *If he liked me he shouldn’t have sneaked into my room and BITE ME! Bulma wasn’t even sure what exactly he planned to do with her, but she knew he could do anything he wished since his strength, by far, overpowered hers. She stepped into the bathtub trying to relax, how was she going to ever look at him again? Bulma sat quietly in the lab. The rest of the crew had already left leaving her alone as she tried mixing chemicals once again. Vegeta hadn’t come in all day but she could hear his footsteps approaching the room. She tried to ignore his entrance as she swiveled her chair away from him and began to study some forms. Vegeta walked up behind Bulma and stared down at her. Bulma turned around and faced him, “What do you want, Vegeta?” Vegeta looked into her deep eyes. There were rings of red around them and he knew why, “You need to learn to show proper respect for me or you will die.” Bulma smiled, “You won’t kill me.” Vegeta smirked, “Yeah, what gives you that idea?” Bulma pulled the collar of her shirt down exposing the bite mark. She smiled boldly, “You wouldn’t kill your own property.” Vegeta growled as she used his own mark against him. He gripped her neck and pushed her down on the table, “Don’t get too cocky little one. I can do much more than bite you.” He finally couldn’t control his urges any longer and laid a kiss upon her lips. To his surprise she kissed him back and he released his hold on her neck and moved it through her hair. Yet he soon realized what he was doing and backed up using the back of his hand to wipe of his lips. He stood in horror as he faced Bulma. Bulma stood up and looked at him, confused. She walked over to him, “Vegeta?” She reached her hand out to stroke him but he slapped her hand away, “You stupid Chikyuu bitch! Get the hell away from me.” He turned away from her and ran out of the lab and into his room. Bulma wasn’t sure if she should be scared or disappointed. She sat back down at her lab table confused and rubbed her temples trying to clear her mind. *When did my life become so confusing?* It was late that night and Bulma was still up working. “I did it!” she exclaimed, “I finished the weapon! GO ME!” She turned around half hoping the saiyan would be there, but he wasn’t. She plopped back into her chair. *I can’t believe he kissed me. He is so weird, first he bites me, then he kisses me, and he freaks out about it.* She leaned backwards stretching. “I needed some excitement in my life, but this is becoming way too complicated.” She got up and started heading back towards her room; tomorrow she would announce the completion of her first project! * * * * * “Good morning Freeza.” “Good morning dear, how are you coming along with the weapon.” Bulma smiled triumphantly, “I’M DONE WITH IT!” Freeza nodded and looked over to the silent prince who stood by the window, “Good, you can accompany him on a purging mission.” Bulma’s happy mood quickly faded, “I will what?” Freeza looked at her, “You will test out your new weapon on this planet, Xyart, with Vegeta.” Bulma looked at Vegeta remembering everything that was going on between them. “No way am I going to go with him.” Freeza frowned, “You WILL go with him or you will regret it.” Bulma pouted, “Do I have tooooo!” Freeza nodded again, “Yes, I think this mission will prove if you are as good as you make yourself seem.” “Greeeeeat,” Bulma muttered as she began to eat. Vegeta silently sat across from her already angry that he must deal with her again. Bulma, as usual, left first leaving the Saiyan no Ouji and Freeza alone. Vegeta slammed his fists against the table, “Why must that woman come with me!” “Because she will help you.” Vegeta growled, “She will not help me! She will annoy me and distract me!” Freeza smiled, “No she won’t.” “Damnit Freeza, what the hell are you trying to do! Play match maker!” Vegeta sneered. Freeza laughed, “You analyze too much for your own good. Now go and pack, I want you to leave at 15 hundred hours.” Vegeta took one more glare at Freeza before exiting. Bulma walked onto the ship and looked at the map. *Ok looks like my room is this way.* She walked down the maze of halls till she came upon her room, but to her disgust, Vegeta was opening the door. <ahem> “Where do you think you’re going?” Vegeta looked at her, “To my room woman, now go away.” Bulma shook her head, “No, this is my room.” “Damnit woman, for once stop trying to be funny! This is my fucking room and ONLY my room!” Bulma stepped back, “No baka, this is my room! Look at the map it says here, ‘Bulma’s room’” “Yeah, well look at my map, it says, ‘Vegeta’s room’” They switched maps and then looked at each other. “Freeza…” they said at the same time. *********************** Hi! Look, I’m really sorry this is such a short chapter, but I couldn’t think of what to write. So I hope this is at least ok. Chapter 3 will be much better and longer, I hope. I have some funny ideas brewing in my head and I PROMISE it will be out by tomorrow night. Ok?? Well I hope this is enough. At least we know Vegeta does like Bulma… and vice-versa… OOOOooooo ~*~Laura~*~

Chapter 2: Interesting