Summary: Vegeta was just using her and her family's facilities, but he never counted on emotions he did not understand, surfacing and making life a whole lot more complicated.

A/N: Never thought my first DBZ fanfic would be a Vegeta-centric (Do not get me wrong, I like him a lot but Gohan, Goten and Android 17 are my top three favs). Anyway, you cannot be fussy when inspiration decides to whack you one and I did need an excuse to begin my dip into the DBZ fandom…Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ or any of its characters. Standard disclaimer applies for every chapter.

Warnings! Implied mature content.

Unknown Emotions

Dark, coal-like eyes flickered with wavering emotions as they stared intently at the pale, feminine arm draped loosely across his chest along with light, turquoise coloured hair that fanned out across the white bed sheets, silky soft and smelling sweetly of jasmine.

It meant nothing, his mind supplied, and yet that statement felt hollow and even he could not simply deny that there was so much more to it then merely nothing.

He was a Prince.

…and even so, here he was. In this bed. With her.

This blue-eyed, fiery annoying female had somehow wormed her way through his barriers. She had found a way through where others had failed, and for the life of him, he honestly could not figure out how she had done it.

Sure, she was beautiful and undeniably intelligent…but she was also human, weak, insignificant…below him…He was just using her and her family. They had facilities he needed. Equipment to help him get stronger.

Vegeta sighed and looked away, as if that would make this any less real. Without the eye contact, he was instead plagued by the memory of their recent intimacy.

-Heated kisses and the sound of material ripping as impatient hands desperately sought out skin-

Her sweet sounds and rough touch, such a strange mix found in a girl who oozed femininity and yet exuded an independence that had the Saiyan enthralled even if he refused to admit it.

Vegeta groaned lowly and rubbed at his eyes.

Why are you making it so complicated?

He would leave, that's what he'd do. It wasn't as if he'd made a commitment…It was just sex, meaningless and simply to satisfy their more primal needs.

…the fact that this was the first time he had let someone so close in many years, meant absolutely nothing. He could have whoever he wanted whenever he wanted…Vegeta just chose not to have it.

The dark-eyed warrior internally scoffed at his own pathetic attempts to make this seem normal.

You're just picky, he mentally declared as he located his clothes, eyes still determinedly avoiding contact with the figure on the bed.

Vegeta dressed quickly and headed for the door but before he could exit, a sound caused him to freeze. He glanced back to see her moving, the sheets riding dangerously high to expose long legs, smooth and pale.

She didn't wake and it was a small relief. However, he wasn't moving.

Damnit, just leave you idiot!

She sighed softly and tugged the sheet closer, a peaceful smile pulling at those rosy lips…

Lips that had tasted heavenly and felt soft, eager and warm and easily something he wouldn't mind getting more of…

Vegeta frowned and swiftly blocked his train of thought before it could get any further, turned and left.

He couldn't pretend that this was meaningless. He couldn't pretend that it would never happen again…and still, he truly wished he could…

It would make things so much simpler.

The next day he lost himself in more intensified training, pushing his body to its ultimate limit and beyond, determined to get stronger.

The night before was but an echo in his memory until she came to see him during a break.

"Nice to see you taking my advice Vegeta." She declared with a smug smile and he grunted in reply, not meeting her gaze. "After all, we wouldn't want to enforce bed rest if you overexerted yourself like the last time."

"Go away woman." He growled and got ready to start his vigorous regime once again.

The Saiyan tensed when manicured fingernails grazed lightly across his should, coming to rest on his chest and his dark eyes snapped up to meet twinkling blue.

"Next time, you can stay." She murmured, a hand reaching out to caress his cheek and then she was walking out the door to leave him alone, but not before glancing back and adding. "It wont kill you."

A cheeky wink and then she was gone.

Vegeta could only stare at the space she had just occupied, his skin tingling from the contact and then a low groan escaped his lips.

…Oh, it really would be easier if last night hadn't meant anything to him.

A/N: Please review.

This is a collection of Vegeta-centered oneshots. I do not know exactly how many there will be only that I will update as the inspiration strikes. That's why it's marked as completed.