Vegeta stood in the barren wastelands cursing, "Kuso!" Now what am I going to do?! Kakkerot is dead, the androids are destroyed, and . . . she will not let me return after all that has happened. That last part slipped past his lips before his brain could filter it out.

Both hands still clenched in fists at his side he closed his eyes, "What is the purpose of all of this. I should blow this place into the vastness of space. There is nothing here for me now!" He began to form a ki ball between his hands when the image of her face came to him. Somewhat startled, he squashed the little ball of energy and sat down to meditate.

What had happened between them had been an accident, a moment of weakness giving in to the lusts of the flesh, repeatedly. At first, he had planned to just use her to satisfy his carnal urges, but she had grown on him. A poison that weakened him, he once thought. The challenge of the chase, the seduction, the winning of the prize had been very sweet. The attachment to this weak creature with the warrior's spirit was definitely not planned. Even now, half way across the globe, he could feel her anger and he could sense his son's ki growing stronger. And there, he also felt a ki, stronger than Bulma's but nowhere near as strong as his infant son's. A new memory stirred, that weakling bastard, Yamcha. He would surely use this opportunity to obtain her good graces again. Vegeta conjured an image of the scarred warrior training a purpled haired youth. Vegeta scoffed, "better Kakkerot's spawn than that imbecile!"

Why not train the boy yourself? A voice in the back of his mind said. Besides, Kakkerot won't be gone forever, he will return sooner or later. Vegeta opened his eyes and stood. That was what he would do. Train his son until Goku returned, then he would have his fight. She won't take you back, nagged the voice in his head. The others hate you as well, the only reason they kept quiet is dead now, the voiced continued to nag. "I can handle them, they do not concern me!" But doubt crept back in and danced across Vegeta's mind. That witch has besotted me.

Thunder rolled in the distance. A storm was brewing. Vegeta looked around him and decided that this was not the place to be right now and took off looking for shelter. He flew for some time, dodging lightning before finding solitude in a cave. Sitting, he again stretched his discipline of ki to check on the whereabouts of his son and the woman he was more and more convinced was a witch. There they were safe at Capsule Corporation, their kis indicated they were sleeping finally. "It must not be storming there" , he thought as a smile crept across his lips, "she terrified of storms". "That's how it all began", he recalled. The memory of it as fresh as if it had happened moments ago, his skin tingled with the thought.

It had been a particularly hot summer and he had been training in the Gravity Machine all morning at three-hundred times the gravity of this wretched planet when all of a sudden everything stopped. The sudden loss of gravity made him topple over and fall very undignified to the floor. He got up and left the machine in search of the woman.

"Woman!" he bellowed, letting his frustration show as he entered the large kitchen.

"What now, your Majesty!" she yelled back, sarcasm dripping from her lips.

Vegeta turned the corner from the kitchen and looked up the stairs in the direction of her voice. There she came down the stairs wrestling to attach some bobble to her delicate ear. She was wearing a red short dress that accentuated her in all the right places. A slight flush came over him but was washed away quickly with agitation, "she must be getting ready to go somewhere with the loser. Why does she waste her time with him", he thought.

She stood before him with her body challenging him. "Well, I haven't got all day! What did you do to it this time!" her foot tapping impatiently.

"I did nothing to it! It just stopped", he barked back at her. He was becoming increasingly annoyed at her lack of respect and it must have shown because before he could sling another insult in her direction she began to walk away. "I'm busy right now, oh Prince of the Saiyans, but my father can look at it when he returns tomorrow".

"What! If you think I am going to wait that long you are mistaken!" he threatened. He spied a clip holding her hair atop her head. "If I can't do what I want, neither can you!" Without warning her grabbed the clip and removed it, letting the soft blue curls sprawl across her shoulders. He heard the low rumble of thunder but couldn't be sure if it was a storm brewing or her. She whirled around, eyes filled with anger. Now, he would at least get a verbal sparring. It was not as useful as training his body, but it kept his mind active. He would match his superior wit to hers. She was the only creature on the blasted planet capable of matching wits against and he looked forward to their daily onslaught of insults. "Either you fix the machine or I will continue to following you around and make your pathetic existence miserable until you do" he said, tossing the clip back at her.

She looked at her watch and features softened. "I have an hour before my date gets here, so I will take a quick look. But make no mistake, I do this because I want to, not because you made me!" She left to retrieve her toolbox full of diagnostic equipment. He went to the kitchen and began eating whatever he found in the ice box to suit his palate.

He was on his third bowl of pasta when the phone rang. The woman was looking into the repairs and had therefore not heard the phone. Vegeta let it ring until it was answered by another small machine. He heard the voice of an unfamiliar man begin "Ms. Briefs, this is Kenny, I've had something come up and I won't be able to make our date. I'm sorry. I will call you when I am in town again." Vegeta's eyebrows rose with intrigue. "She was going out and it was not with the loser."

Vegeta saw a chance to get her mad again and began to make his way back to the Gravity Chamber. He loved to make her mad. He entered the chamber, closed the door and saw her crawled up under a piece of the control panel, unaware that he was there. Her dressed had risen and her pale thighs were visible from where he stood. He had forgotten what it was he had come in here to say as he stood there staring at her. A flush began to fill him and he knew he had to escape that room. Her very presence was arousing him, not that it hadn't in the past. Quite the opposite, he had often been turned on by her but she was otherwise attached to another male.

He had noticed her the first time on Namek, but she had been too young then. But when he was wished back she had matured. She also was no longer afraid of him and treated him with utter disrespect as if she were a Saiyan and couldn't be blasted into oblivion. She never backed down from a good fight. She may have been a weak creature physically, but her brain and courage was Saiyan. That's what first attracted him to her. That and she had curves now that she didn't have on Namek. He had been diligent in doing his best to chase away the other suitors but she never seemed interested in him and he pushed the idea from his mind and focused on training. She was nothing more than a distraction he did not need.

"Not finished yet!" he accused.

She slid from under the control panel in a huff, causing her dress to go up to her waist. He caught of glimpse of her undergarments but pretended he did not. "You've really messed it up this time" she began, wiping her hands on a towel. "The circuit board is completely melted and will have to be replaced." She began to smooth out her dress when she noticed grease on it. She felt her hair and it was disheveled all around, pieces falling onto her face. "Look what you've done! It's ruined! My dress, my hair! Could this day get any worse!" She began pacing and cursing at him. He was even more turned on and hoping she didn't notice. Then, that little voice in the back of his head started again. "Why care if she notices. She is not attached to anyone. Now's your chance. What is there to lose? Feed this hunger like you would fill your stomach, and it will go away."

She opened the chamber door and was about to exit when a loud crash of thunder filled the dome. She hesitated and Vegita could smell the fear rising in her. His hesitation lost nad the preditor once again filled him. Something must have changed in the way he glared at her because she stopped and turned to face him. She bit her bottom lip nervously. Without warned he rushed her, the force of which pushed her against the back wall of the chamber. He kissed her long and passionately, placing his hand behind her head to pull her in closer. After a moment of surprise she returned the kiss. When she pulled away gasping for air he saw the desire in her eyes as well. He had not smelled another man on her in a while and judging by how easily she melted into his kiss it had been a while since she too had coupled last.

He braced his hand on the wall behind her, but left the weight of his torso against her. She could feel his excitement pushed against her. He wrapped a finger around a loose lock of hair, "It looks better this way." She blushed. "If I had known it was this easy to shut you up, I would have done it earlier". He leaned in to give her another kiss but she stopped him. "I have a date" she said plainly. He heard the disappointment in her voice. "No, he called and cancelled. Kenny, I think his name . . " but before he could finish the sentence she kissed him. He hungered for her kiss and more. He moved his hands up her thighs and lifted her as she wrapped her legs around him. Her dampness was pushed against his excitement. She arched her back and moaned. "Not here", she whispered. He certainly was not going back into the house to clumsily find her room so he quickly carried her back to his guest quarters on the far end of the compound. He carried them back to his room and paused as he lay her down. He looked into her eyes. He was not going to be accused of rape in the morning but doubted his self control is she tried to stop him now. It had been far too long since he felt release with a female. She nodded and whispered "yes" to his unspoken question. The remainder of the night was a flash of skin and sweat and sweeter things. In the morning he woke first, showered, and left to find seclusion to contemplate. . .

A familiar ki tickled his senses and brought him from his reverie. He opened his eyes and saw Trunks coming in fast on the horizon. The storm had all but stopped and the sun began creeping up in the sky. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore this intrusion. "The brat is pissed. Great, just what I need, another round of questioning!" He was too much like his mother, emotional and full of questions Vegeta did not want to answer. The next thing Vegeta felt was a punch to the back of his head.

He stood and stretched his neck from side to side. The boy stood in a fighter's stance. Vegeta stared at him. "Did you come here for a fight, boy?"