Well hello there everyone. My sincerest apologies, it was not my intention to leave everyone and these stories hanging. But there were certain aspects of my life that would not allow me to continue writing the way I would have liked. Also it just seemed like my life has been full of nothing but death recently, I lost my Grandma, I lost a friend who was so dear to my heart I am never going to be the same again, I miscarried twice, and I just couldn't deal with anything anymore. Though I may not be the same person I was back when I started writing I just wanted to let you know that because my stories might take on a different flow from what was established. I'm sorry if you can no longer follow them.

Thank you for sticking through and being as patient as you possibly can. This will be in the updates of all my other stories once I've gotten them written up as well. Hopefully that won't take a year…

Please forgive me for my absence.

Now on with the story!

Nelfie sat at the end of her bed. She was flustered, confused, angry, and somewhat seething.

How dare he!

She was so mad she could feel her ki rising a little and knew she had better get out of that dress before she ruined it. So she decided to take a shower. She retrieved sleeping clothes and proceeded to the shower in her own bathroom.

Divesting herself the expensive gown, she hung it on the door and turned the nozzle to the hottest temp.

But what should she have expected from that stupid Prince?! It's not like she was expecting a compliment, hell she wasn't even expecting any semblance of civility.

But to call her a horny slut was going way beyond rude!

Five minutes ago

Her dress came to a swirl around her feet as she and Goten finished their dance. The applause was loud and it made her blush, but Nelfie was glad she didn't mess it up.

Feeling a bit embarrassed the couple looked at each other and then bowed to the crowd before leaving the dance floor. They giggled to each other before joining their group at the table. Goten suggested getting drinks and took off shortly after pulling out her chair and seating her.

She smiled brightly after him and that's when the questions started flying. They all started at once:

"Where'd you learn too dance like that?"
"Is that something you just picked up?"
"Is the waltz the only dance you know?"
"Did Goten know how to dance before?"
"Are you guys dating?"

That last question made her blush but she answered all the questions truthfully that, no her and Goten weren't dating. That they both learned to dance together at a little dance studio and they learned several types of latin and ballroom dance.

When Goten came back he was praised as well and they were both encouraged to do another dance and they agreed quickly taking to the floor again as Bulma requested a song for them.

To their surprise it was a song they learned the tango to and they did it the way they were taught. It was slow and sensual, full of their frustrations; both sexual and emotional. They poured their all into that dance and it showed to everyone who was captivated by it.

Nelfie could feel a certain set of eyes on her though and they were burning. It was unsettling but she continued the dance, losing herself in the movements and forgetting about everyone else in the room. She enjoyed the sway of her hips, the kick of her legs, Goten's hands moving sensually about her. Tugging, pulling, lifting, and leading her in all directions. It was wonderful and she was glad she could enjoy this moment with her best friend.

As the music stopped they finished in a position with their faces nearly touching, breathing heavily and yet again the room erupted with applause. Snapping out of their daze, both teens looked at each other deeply and simply laughed. It was understood they both had something to convey and they used each other to try and get the point across.

Unfortunately for them, they were misunderstood….

Holding hands they made their way back to the group to the group. Goten immediately being clapped on the back and praised by his dad. Chi Chi gushing over what a natural her son was, Bulma doing a little friendly teasing with Nelfie about all the eyes ogling her at the moment. Trunks elbowing Goten in the ribs and then going on about secrets and such.

And then it happened. The eyes she felt burning into, were suddenly staring into her own. Vegeta had finally made his way over and there was an aura around him that told her nothing good was about to come of what was said next, and boy was she right.

"I don't know what everyone is going on about." He paused to take a casual sip from his champagne glass. "You looked like a couple of fools out there, parading around like a horny. Little. Slut." He said before downing the rest of his drink. The words had stuck hard and sharp, so much so that there was an actual pain in her chest as if he had reached in and squeezed her heart himself.

Shocked the entire group went quiet and Nelfie just stood there in shock. She didn't know how to react. Slapping him would have sufficed; yelling was another option, splashing a drink in his face sounded great as well. However there was one thing she was determined not to do as tears pricked the corners of her eyes, and that was cry.

"You jerk." Nelfie whispered before gathering up the front of her dress and running off to her room. She could still hear clearly though, Bulma demanding an apology. She didn't stick around for any more of the conversations.

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Back to the present

Nelfie stood under the shower when she heard a knock at the door.

"Nelfie, it's me, please let me in." Bulma pleaded from the otherside.

"Bulma…I just wanna be left alone for a minute. I need to cool down, you know, before I blast something…namely Vegeta." She said bitterly.

"Honey I know. But you need to talk about it and you SHOULD blast him. Lord knows I would have slapped him to the moon and back if I had the power and it could hurt him! The best I can do is not fix anything until he apologizes to you!"

"I wouldn't want to hear it anyway!" She yelled back. "To embarrass me like that in front of your son and the others…pretty sure some of your guests heard that too." She whispered the last part out.

"I know sweetie. Listen, I have to get back to the party but we will have some girl time to bad mouth Vegeta more after, alright?" Bulma pressed against the door.

"Yeah, but for now I just need some time to myself."

"Alright, I'll see you later then." And with that Bulma went off to the party and Nelfie took her time in the shower.

She didn't particularly want to get out, but she was feeling anxious, hurt and confused all at the same time. If only her father were there…

And it was that thought that sent her into an almost panicked state.

How long had it been since she had given thought to her father? How many days since she last allowed him to enter her thoughts. Before she knew it she took to the skies. Her wet hair drying in the rush of air blowing past her at an alarming speed, she was using more ki than necessary to try and escape this sadness. This despair in her heart, no, her soul.

She berated herself.

How could you forget someone so important to you! You idiot!

It had only been a few minutes but she had flown so fast and hard that she approached dawn.

Or is this sunset?

She mused to herself. She could no longer tell in which direction she had headed and in the emotional state she was in, it really made no difference. She had finally realized she had not really mourned her father properly, she had not come to terms with his death and the fact that she had lost the only home she had ever known.

What Vegeta had said was just a catalyst of all the feelings she had not dealt with thus far. She had pretended to be strong, and yes, she had been emotional at the beginning but that was just the start. She needed to deal with everything that has happened since she landed.

The unsure feeling she had towards that bastard of a Prince, the tension between her and Trunks, the growing attachment to Goku…

Yes. She indeed needed to deal with it all and clear her head. So as the warm rays of the sun spread across her face, she felt lighter and resolved herself with new determination. She would deal with everything, that included dealing with that foul mouthed immature brat of Saiyan Prince.

I thought that could be a good place to end this chapter. I wanted it longer but I don't wanna force it. I'm already thinking of new ideas for the chapters to come. I am going back over and reading the story so I will fix mistakes that I have made.

As always R&R or don't

Love,
Jnell