BULMA:

Here he comes. Down the stairs and into the kitchen. He plops down next to Bra and begins to eat. I don't realize I'm staring at him until he says, "Woman, I know I'm sexy, but you are just going to have to stop staring at me."

He didn't even look up to see my reaction, which was good because I'm sure I looked ridiculous.

Bra giggled at the comment and Trunks snickered.

I glared at him, "Aren't you late for school?" I asked.

"It's Saturday." He answered smugly.

"What about work?"

"Crap!" then all I saw was the back of his head as he raced down the hall.

Bra giggled again and continued to inhale her food like her father. Then she suddenly stopped and looked down at table.

Vegeta looked over at her curiously and was about to say something when she interrupted him. "Daddy, why do you always wear gloves?"

He hesitated and looked over to me. "Yeah, way do you wear those? All the time I've known you, you never taken them off. Not even to sleep in."

He just sat there, staring at us like we were insane.

"Daddy?" Bra asked waving a hand in his face.

He snapped out of it and looked over to each of us, then he slowly stood up, walked over to the kitchen sink, put his dishes in and left the room.

Bra looked to me, I shrugged, and we continued eating.

Later that day, I saw Vegeta again and he was still wearing those gloves. "I've never seen your hands you know…" I told him in a possessive way.

He quivered slightly, but he did nothing else.

"Come on, take them off." I said and took hold of one of them.

"No!" he cried and backed away from me.

"What? Are you afraid or something?" I asked slightly angry.

He snorted. "I am the prince of all Saiyans, I am not afraid of something so idiotic. Now leave me alone. I have training to do."

I frowned and left the room. Only ten seconds later did I hear the GR blow up. I sighed and turned back around to fix it.

The next morning, I decided I was going to get those gloves off him. He was sitting at the breakfast table drinking coffee.

I strolled in and sat next to him. I took a drink of his coffee, but he didn't seem to mind. Either that or he didn't notice.

"Vegeta, I want you to tell me why you refuse to take off your gloves." I said in a demanded way. He just looked at me then turned back to watching his coffee. "Vegeta!"

He rolled his eyes and looked back up at me. "You want to know? You really want to know?" I nodded. "It's because of years of killing people, getting their blood smeared across my hands. From years of being afraid of all the diseases that could kill me from alien planets. My child hood was so screwed up; I became obsessed with keeping my hands clean. Now, I'm afraid to physically touch anything or anyone."
I just stared at him stunned. He just told me something from his past, and it was very… interesting…

"Well, I'm going to help you." I said. He blinked.

"Who said I wanted help?"

"Oh, you don't want help, you need help. Now, if you can last one week without them, you'll be able to last the rest of your life." Then I skipped out of the room to get things.

He just sat there with is mouth agape for about ten minutes before he followed me.