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It’s a quiet winter day on the Briefs compound when Vegeta catches Bulma’s eye. The blue-haired woman is sitting in the kitchen of her home, a cup of hot tea clasped in her small hands. It’s sunny outside despite the cool breeze, a sign that winter is ending and slowly transitioning to spring.

She can see Vegeta through the window. He’s on a run outside, dressed in a black tank top and matching shorts that leave little to the imagination despite the chilly weather outside. In place of those stupid white boots he normally fights in, he’s in a pair of nice sneakers that Bulma practically forced down his throat last week- they’re better for his feet and back, after all.

He’s been running laps around the compound since around five in the morning. It’s almost noon now, and for whatever reason, he still hasn’t stopped. Really, Bulma knows why; until he’s strong enough to defeat Goku, Vegeta won’t stop training. It’s all over that petty, childish rivalry the two seem to have. That doesn’t make his determination any less admirable, though, and in a roundabout sort of way, Bulma can relate to him.

Maybe that’s why she can’t help but watch him. She’s been watching him train rather frequently since they came back from Namek, but he hasn’t said anything even though she knows he knows- he must know, right? He can sense her energy and even dares to make eye contact with her most of the time when she’s doing it.

The whole situation is odd.

Admittedly, seeing Vegeta pummel Zarbon on Namek should not have made her heart throb the way it did. And, admittedly, having him so easily accessible when they got back to earth should not have had her rushing to spend time with him the way it did either. The man responsible for the murders of her ex-boyfriend and many of her friends, the man responsible for making their time on Namek even more miserable than it already was while dealing with Frieza, should not be occupying all of her waking thoughts.

But Bulma can’t stop it, and for now, things seem to have stagnated. For whatever reason, Vegeta is staying on earth and while the others most certainly haven’t forgiven him, they’ve chosen to tolerate him.

So, why not revel in the new crush? No one has to know.

Bulma does things to Vegeta that he didn’t think anyone could do to him in his lifetime. He’s been running around the Briefs compound for a good four hours, watching the woman through her windows. She stares back at him when she thinks he isn’t looking, too. He knows. Both of them know.

Love is an emotion that Saiyans are forbidden from feeling, especially high-class Saiyans like himself. He knows that this budding feeling isn’t love, not quite yet, but it’s close. Fondness. A crush, as the humans would say, which disturbs him even more. Vegeta decides that he needs to leave the compound to clear his mind. At first, he debates on just leaving, but then he figures that he should at least let Bulma know where he’s going. After all, he’s heard about how she worries when he goes out for hours or days at a time without telling anyone.

So, he goes inside and finds Bulma, still sitting at her little table by the window with that cup of tea still held tightly in her hands; small, delicate hands with perfectly painted finger nails that Vegeta has daydreamed about being run through his hair. His cheeks flush at the same time that he averts his eyes and speaks to her.

“Woman-” He starts.

“That’s not my name,” Bulma cuts him off immediately in that fiery-hot tone he adores so strongly.

Vegeta pauses and ponders it for a moment; how she stares at him with such tenderness in her sky blue eyes but never buckles or breaks under him and his wrath. Her emotions are obvious, yet she never acts on them when it isn’t proper. Vegeta admires that about her; admires that she’s not afraid to push back at him. He’s always liked a challenge.

“Bulma,” Vegeta corrects himself after a little too long. “I’m leaving.”

Bulma stands up and crosses her arms over her chest.

“Where to?”

“None of your business,” Vegeta quips back and crosses his arms as well.

“Really, Vegeta?” She sighs at him, seemingly exasperated. Vegeta is taken back to when his father would scold him during his childhood. “You don’t need to be so defensive, you know, I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay. Running around the entire morning and suddenly leaving for some unknown location isn’t exactly normal behavior here on earth, you know. The least you could do is be appreciative that I worry for you when all you do is ignore me!”

Though Bulma doesn’t seem too bothered by the reality of what she’s just said, Vegeta can’t help the pang of guilt that runs through him at the words. It’s true- she’s treated him very well since his return to earth and all he’s done is push her aside to avoid confronting his developing feelings for her. The least he can do is ease her worries by telling her that he’s doing fine and that he’s just going to another location to train.

“About five miles east of South City, there’s a cliffside. That’s where I’m going.”

“Is the training capsule getting too boring for you?” Bulma asks with a smirk as she starts to walk circles around Vegeta. It makes the ravenette uneasy enough that he keeps his eyes on her whenever he can and jumps when she brushes her fingers over one of his shoulders. The touch of her fingertips against his warm skin makes electricity circuit through him. His cheeks are bright red, and he’s sure she’s noticed. Perhaps she’s known the intoxicating effect she has on him all along… Or perhaps she’s completely oblivious. Vegeta can’t figure it out no matter how hard he tries. “You ran laps today, and now you’re flying fifteen miles away just for a change of scenery while you train?”

“I’m not going there to train, woman,” Vegeta huffs and thinks of telling her that he’s going there to clear his mind, but he doesn’t in fear that it’ll make her ask more questions than she already is.

Bulma’s face lights up at that. She pushes her fingers together and looks at Vegeta with hopeful blue eyes.

“Then can I come with you?”

“I’m going to fly,” Vegeta states blankly. “You can’t fly.”

“Well, you can carry me, can’t you? Don’t tell me Prince Vegeta isn’t even strong enough to carry a measly earthling?”

“Fine, let’s go.”

With that, Vegeta puts one arm under Bulma’s back and another arm under her legs so he can lift her bridal style. Then, he opens the window and flies into the cold winter air.

“Woah!” Bulma exclaims and wraps her arms around Vegeta’s neck to secure herself.

The flight is surprisingly short and silent. Vegeta flies a little slower than he’s used to- not because he’s afraid of dropping Bulma, but because he wants to utilize this opportunity to spend as much time with her as humanly possible. If that means delaying everything else that he’s going to do today, so be it.

The sensation of Bulma’s head settling against his chest is warm and far too comforting for something that’s not intended to be that way. He knows that all she’s doing is existing, and yet, that makes him feel things that no one else has.

When they get to the cliffside, Vegeta lands on his feet and sets Bulma on hers- perhaps a little too slowly, just because he doesn’t want to let her go. The part of his mind that he wants to shut down so desperately screams at him to hold her just a little longer.

“There,” Vegeta sighs, ignoring that touch-starved part of himself that wants to hold Bulma in his arms forever… How pathetic. What would she think of him if she knew all these thoughts he had about her within the inner workings of his fucked up mind? “You’re here with me like you wanted. I hope you’re not bored, because I’m not flying your ass back any time soon.”

“Fine.”

Unable to look at Bulma or be too close to her for any longer in fear of his undying adoration for her bursting out through his seams, Vegeta turns his back to her and goes to sit on the edge of the cliff. And, to his surprise, Bulma joins him. She sits close enough that he can smell her perfume and feel the side of her thigh brush against his.

And, against his better judgment, he reaches out for her hand. Bulma holds Vegeta’s hand within her own and gently intertwines their fingers, only for Vegeta to snatch his hand away. Hesitation tears through him in a way he’s never experienced before. Should he be allowed to feel such things for someone so beautiful, someone so kind, someone so intelligent- someone so… Good?

“Is this… Really okay?” Vegeta questions and stares at Bulma. Bright blue burns into dark charcoal, and in this moment, it’s as if she can see right through him. “I…”

“You’re fine,” Bulma answers without so much as a second to think about it. “What were you doing?”

“Nothing.”

“It didn’t feel like nothing. If you’re going to reach out to hold my hand like that, at least have the decency not to back down, Vegeta,” Bulma teases and reaches out for Vegeta’s hand.

He allows it, and thus, their fingers are intertwined once more and their joined hands rest comfortably on Bulma’s thigh.

“Tch, whatever.”

“Vegeta,” Bulma starts after a few minutes of comfortable silence. Vegeta flinches, terrified of what she’s going to say. He doesn’t know which he’s scared of more; the potential of her rejecting him or the potential of her embracing him only for him to fuck it all up like he’s bound to do with anything that’s good in his life. “What’s wrong with you lately? You’ve been different.”

“Nothing’s wrong, I’ve simply learned what’s important to me and what’s not.”

“…Am I important to you?” Bulma asks without pause. Vegeta is too stunned and overwhelmed by the question to answer it, so he doesn’t, which seems to offend the woman next to him. She snatches her hand away from his and crosses her arms before turning her head away with an indignant pout that Vegeta is sure he’d laugh at in any other context. “Fine, then, don’t answer me- and to think I thought we were finally connecting with each other.”

Collecting himself, Vegeta takes a shaky breath, Then, he puts his hand on Bulma’s shoulder, which seems to gain her attention back. She jumps, then turns back to face him with red cheeks and wide blue eyes.

“There’s no point in answering questions you already know the answer to,” The Saiyan finally answers, then immediately changes the subject to avoid any further discussion about it when he sees goosebumps raise on Bulma’s pale skin. “Are you getting cold?”

“Yeah, actually, why?”

“Here.”

In a bold gesture, Vegeta pulls Bulma into his lap and wraps his arms around her. Her body is significantly colder than is, so he holds her close in an attempt to warm her up. She sits comfortably with her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs draped over the side of one of his thighs as she faces him and smiles.

“Oh… Thanks.”

It’s quiet again for a few awkward minutes. Vegeta mulls over everything that’s happened today, including the events that have occurred in the short time they’ve been sitting on the cliff’s edge. Anxious and unsure of what all of it means, Vegeta glances down at Bulma and tries to breach the subject.

“I can’t say I’m educated on the mating rituals here.”

“The- The what? What are you talking about?”

“On earth… How do you court someone?” Vegeta asks. Bulma’s expression relaxes, as if she’s only just now figured out what he meant. “It seems to be different than on planet Vegeta.”

“Oh, you mean, like, how do you get someone to date you?”

“Date?” He replies, unfamiliar with the word.

He thinks he may have heard the term ‘date’ used to reference an earth fruit, but he knows that can’t possibly be what Bulma is talking about right now…

“God, I can’t believe you’ve been here for almost a year and don’t know what dating is!” Bulma exclaims, to which Vegeta averts his gaze.

“Well, if you’re going to try to stomp on my pride, then never mind-”

“No, no, I’ll explain. Stop being such a puss about it, Vegeta, it’s your own fault for not looking into it yourself when you’ve had all this time here.”

“Tch, fine. Explain already.”

“Well, dating… If there’s someone you like, you usually just approach them and ask them to go on a date- which is a time where just the two of you go hang out together. Usually, you’d go eat at a nice restaurant or go do a fun activity together, something you both enjoy. If you go on a lot of dates and enjoy them, you’d ask the person to be your partner, assuming that’s what you both want.”

“I see… So, is this a date, then, Bulma?”

“Do- do you want it to be?” Bulma whispers and shifts on Vegeta’s lap as the Saiyan reaches forward to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “A date, I mean.”

“I do,” Vegeta whispers back.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I’ve never kissed someone before,” Vegeta blurts out, and it’s true. Growing up as the prince, he didn’t have much time for elementary girlfriends as a child, and after the destruction of Planet Vegeta… Well, romance was the last thing on his mind- at least until now. He didn’t notice just how behind he was in that regard until he heard the request come from Bulma’s lips. “But I wouldn’t mind.”

“It’s not hard. Just press your lips into mine and I’ll lead the way, okay?” Bulma reassures him and slowly rests her hands on either side of his face.

“Oh… Okay.”

Heart beating fast, Vegeta does as told. He places his hands on Bulma’s hips and leans forward to push their lips together. Her lips are the opposite of his, soft and warm and coated in sweet vanilla lip balm. It’s a bit awkward at first, but Vegeta quickly adjusts to the new motion, simply moving his lips in tangent with Bulma’s when she moves hers. After a solid exchange, Bulma pulls back to smile up at him.

“I think this has been a great first date, don’t you?”

Vegeta swallows, and then, he manages to smile back at her.

“I do.”

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