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Es tut mir echt leid ! Anscheinend habe ich nicht bedacht das der Text zu lang sein könnte ! Ich bitte vielmals um Entschuldigung ! *hit me*bite me*punish me*....und jetzt viel Spaß mit dem Rest der Story !!!

A week later she'd managed to forget how worried she'd been about him. Now she just wanted to kill him. Slowly.

It was like nothing had changed. He didn't skip meals, but he barely spoke to her. He spoke to her mother more, and
Bulma knew that he despised her mother. Mrs. Briefs didn't make it easier by hanging on him, when she wasn't fixing
him all his favorite foods. And if he didn't come to the kitchen right away at meal times, she coaxed Bulma into
taking his dinner to him.

And the worst part was that she couldn't help herself. She so desperately wanted to be in his presence that she took
him his meals and sat with him while he ate. He never paid any attention to her company. He just ate quickly and left
all the dishes for her.

She was just about ready to give him a piece of her mind. She hadn't said anything rude to him the entire week, and
all the pent-up emotions were on the verge of bursting out.

That night, she again stood in front of her mirror, this time yanking her brush through her hair like she wanted to
pull it all out by the roots. It hurt, but she was too angry to even notice. She had thought up six particularly
cutting remarks and was deciding in which order she wanted to use them when she felt the breeze move in the open
window behind her.

A quiet voice spoke. "If you keep that up, you won't have any hair left."

She dropped the brush and slowly turned. The voice sounded sort of like Vegeta, but it couldn't be.

It was. He was floating in front of her open window. He was wearing the same skin-tight bodysuit that he always wore,
but Bulma realized she'd never really appreciated before how it clung to his perfect body, revealing both everything
and nothing.

He drifted in the window and gently alighted. Taking a few steps forward, he smoothly retrieved the brush and said,
"Allow me."

Stunned, she did nothing as he began to move the brush gently through her hair. With each stroke, he followed with his
other hand, smoothing as he brushed. He stood directly behind her, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating
off his body, but not close enough that he was touching her with anything but his hand and the brush. Mesmerized, she
felt something she hadn't known was frozen within her begin to melt.

She lost track of his strokes, but after a few minutes he put down the brush and stepped in front of her, his hand
outstretched. "Come with me." It was almost, but not quite a request. His eyes shone in the dim light of her bedside
table.

"Where?" she heard her voice ask, as if from a distance.

"You'll see when we get there."

"How?" She could barely get the word out, so transfixed she was by the ebon depths of his eyes. She couldn't quite
identify the emotion darting through them, but she was certain she'd never before seen their like.

"I'll fly you."

She flashed back to the moment in the gravity room, as she had watched him drift down, wishing that she could fly.
Somehow she knew that flying with Vegeta wouldn't be like flying with Yamcha.

She put her hand in his. The beginnings of a smile played at the corners of his lips as he grasped her small hand. She
realized that she'd never touched his bare skin. She'd had no idea that a hand which had fought so many could be so
smooth, almost like velvet.

He walked her to the window and turned to her. "Do you trust me?"

She finally found control over her voice and smiled. "No. But I want to fly."

His eyes started to flash at her "No," but he chuckled at the rest. "Don't worry. If I let you fall, your mother
probably won't feed me again."

Her eyes flashed merrily. "The way to a Saiyan heart is through his stomach?" She meant it as a joke, but his
expression sobered, and she belatedly realized that he hadn't taken it that way.

"No. But you'll have to find the way yourself." And with that, he rose into the air, her hand gripped firmly in his.

With a gasp, she realized that she was rising with him. He must have used some sort of telekinesis because she stayed
beside him, on his level, not dragging behind him. He drifted through the window and then shot up into the sky, and
she forgot everything else in her joy of flight.

She'd been right. It was nothing like Yamcha. He'd held her close to her chest, and she'd been constantly aware that
he was doing the flying. Vegeta held only her hand, and she could forget that she wasn't flying on her own. She spread
her arms out wide, thrilling in the feel of the cool night air rushing past her.

A moment later, he put on more speed, and she looked down, seeing the world zipping past. She was fairly sure they
were going faster than an airplane. They were definitely going faster than she had flown with Yamcha. She wondered
briefly if that was because Vegeta flew faster than Yamcha or whether it was that Vegeta was willing to fly faster
with her.

She couldn't help herself. She laughed her delight out loud and glanced over at Vegeta. He was watching her, his
expression unreadable. "This is wonderful," she shouted.

He winced. "No need for that. I can hear you perfectly well, woman."

She let the comment pass. She wasn't going to let anything spoil her enjoyment of this moment.

All too soon, however, he slowed down and began to descend. She looked around with interest. The stars were bright,
and she was surprised at how well she could see. Where ever it was that he had brought her, it was stark, but
beautiful. She saw few trees, but the most magnificent cliffs surrounded her. It was hard to tell in the starlight,
but she saw what must be striated sandstone rock. She imagined the colors in the rocks would be beautiful in the
daylight.

He touched down lightly, steadying her as she landed. "What do you think?" His voice was still softer than she had
ever heard, with no trace of anger or sarcasm.

She looked around, appreciating the soft glints shooting off the rock faces. "It's beautiful. Where are we?"

"Where he brought me to spar."

She turned to face him, her hand still in his. "It's too beautiful for sparring." She gently reclaimed her hand and
took a few steps away, lifting her eyes to look at the stars and turning slowly, letting her robe fan out around her.
She stopped her spin facing him and was captivated again by his expression. His eyes were filled with emotion, but she
still couldn't place them. Whatever it was, however, it created a warm, pleasant tugging in the pit of her stomach.

"It reminded him of Vejiitasei. That's why he brought me here."

Suddenly she understood more of Goku's plan, and she regretted having told him that he was stupid. Bring Vegeta to a
place reminiscent of his home world. Perhaps it both eased and intensified his loneliness. Either way, it must have
been easier to talk here. But how had Goku known? He'd left Vejiitasei when he was an infant.

She asked the question.

Vegeta shook his head, the movement creating flashes of starlight in the black depths of his eyes. "I'm not sure. He
said the place pulled at him."

She looked around again, still in awe of the majestic, but rugged beauty surrounding her. The wind gently blew her
robe behind her. "Why did you bring me here?" she asked softly.

He turned away, not answering for a moment. Bulma suddenly felt cold without his gaze on her. Without looking at her,
he finally answered. She had to strain to hear him over the night quiet. "I wanted to know if you understood."

Bulma knew that she had reached an important point. What she said now would forever chart the course of this
relationship. If she wanted to go forward with him, she had to say the right thing.

Fortunately, she had no doubts of what to say.

She stepped forward and placed a hand lightly on his back. His back muscles shivered slightly at her touch, but he
didn't pull away. "You don't have to look on 'nothing' any more. If you want it, someone will be by your side. Sharing
as much as you are able to share."

She felt all the muscles in his back relax, and he lowered his head, which had been raised proudly, looking out over
the valley below. He spoke again. "And is that someone with me now?" It was the closest she'd ever heard him to
pleading.

She slid her hand around to his stomach and pressed closer, gently, unthreateningly enfolding him in her arms. His
heat felt good in the chilly night air. His body felt right in her arms, as right as it had felt that night on the
lawn. She too looked out over the valley as she answered. "Yes, she's with you now. And she'll stay with you as long
as she's able."

His breath left him in a long sigh, and he turned in her arms. Now she could almost put a name to the emotion in his
eyes. It wasn't love, but she suspected it was as close to it as she was going to see for a while. His eyes searched
hers, and she met him solidly, putting as much of her heart into her gaze as she could.

He didn't say anything more, but he gently lowered his lips to hers.

He didn't kiss her deeply. Both hesitantly explored each other. After a few moment, however, Bulma wanted more, and
she tenderly brushed her tongue over his lips. He opened to her touch, and they explored more deeply.

Bulma wasn't sure which would melt first, her heart or her body. She'd never experienced such a