It was a warm summer night and her bare back reflected the startling moonlight. The tattoos that covered her spine were painfully fresh, and she couldn't bare to cover them in fabric just yet. Clothes, yes, were one of her many obsessions. She glanced back to her room from the balcony where she was standing and saw her open closet filled with designer shoes and luxurious dresses. On the bottom drawers, however, laid her most expensive and precious pieces of clothing: ones that had been designed specially by her to resist the hardest conditions, harder than any encountered on Earth. Fire, cold, space travel, extreme pressure, powerful ki attacks, alien weaponry, acid… she lived in a tough universe and she might as well be prepared for it. All the knowledge she had gathered since her childhood about danger and threats, from this world or others, had been transformed into pieces of engineering designed to attack and protect. Now, she was working on one of her masterpieces. Technology that no one had ever seen before, not even the androids or alien kings that were constantly thirsty for human blood. Her pink lips curled into a self-satisfied smile. Space psychopaths, assassins, sadists… she had seem them up close and they had never broken her spirit. Her friends were strong fighters, she was not, but still she had persevered in going with them to see what they saw: power, technologies, civilizations. And she was sure that now, with her latest piece of work, she would not only be a witness of her friends' adventures. She would be unbreakable. A heroine.

Ever since she was a girl she wanted to be an adventurer. Her life revolved around that dream ever since she started discovering the world through Darwin's wise eyes and she felt a beautiful, untamable fire igniting in her very core: she wanted to be not only a woman of science, she wanted to be a pathfinder, a maker, she wanted to see the world and experience it through her own skin, flesh and bones.

Now, her bright, shiny blue hair was pulled up in a messy pony tail that barely grazed the marks drawn on her slender back. The tattoo was an iridescent shade of dark blue. It started below the back of her neck and descended, tracing her spine, down to the small of her back. It still hurt really bad. Her skin burnt and she gasped at the memory of that long tattooing session she had gone through days ago. It had to be done, she thought. Her new invention was going to be part of her body, her skin and her blood. Technology was changing. Humans were morphing to cyborgs and she thought that was a beautiful idea.

Suddenly, a knock on the door caught her attention. When she turned her head she could see her reflection on the window through the corner of her eye, barely recognizing the new appearance of her freshly painted skin. Covering her breasts with an arm and pulling up her shorts, Bulma opened the door to her room.

"I thought you'd never show up" she said cheerfully as her face lit up. "Damn, Bulma, you shouldn't open the door looking like that!" Goku blushed as he tried to cover his eyes. "Don't flatter yourself" she replied, rolling her eyes "I still can't wear any decent clothes because of this". She turned her back to her friend, revealing that work of art that had cost her hours of tears on a cold table. Goku gasped and controlled a sudden, strange urge that made him want to trace the trail of the tattoo softly with his finger. "Wha- what is that?" The girl smiled confidently and cocked an eyebrow. "This, my friend, is just a fragment of my newest invention. Yes, this… this will blow your mind. I have created something amazing. I, singlehandedly - note: SINGLEHANDEDLY - crossed a barrier that will change the destiny of humanity." Her tone had changed from happiness to bubbling pride. Goku leaned back on a chair and smiled as he heard her go on.

"I've created an armor. A unique kind of armor that will increase the power of its bearer to new, unsuspected levels. Skin tight, super light materials… but that's just the beginning, Goku - she started talking faster, barely pausing to breath - this sexy, breathtaking tattoo you see on my back is not just that. It's so much fucking more! It's a code, it's information melted in ink and titanium that connects my very genetic material to the armor I created. It connects the individual's unique genetic code and the armor mutates with it, enhancing your innate powers to unexpected levels… new weapons - Bulma choked on her own words - it's just, just so exciting, the process is just amazing, I can't even begin to describe how…" Too caught up in her excitement, she couldn't help herself from moving her arms to emphasize her own words revealing her bare chest to her childhood friend. "Oh, fuck" Goku mumbled covering his eyes again "Stop doing that!". Bulma covered herself up again and smiled in return. "Sorry, I got carried away." She paced around the room impatiently. "I needed to tell someone, Goku. I needed to tell you", she said, looking directly at him with a challenging spark in her eyes "because I need to come with you, guys. I need to go with you tomorrow and be there by your side. I can't stand this immobility… I need to go. Face danger, if you will. I need to learn new things. Be a a part of what's going on."

Goku sighed deeply and rested his arms behind his head. "You are so smart", he said. "A fucking genius, I know" Bulma replied, rolling her eyes. "But I'm serious, Goku!"

"I don't want anything bad to happen to you", he said, honestly "It's just way too dangerous. I could never forgive myself if anything happened to you…" "But you are not responsible for me!" she stated angrily, poking the saiyan's chest with a finger. Goku shook his head in silence "I don't…" Bulma interrupted him abruptly, grabbing his hand and placing it right on top of her heart. The heat and softness of her skin made her friend blush intensely and his eyes widened. "I need someone who understands the fire that's burning me up inside. Do you?", her blue eyes brightly challenging. She truly hoped he would understand. After all, he was also an adventurer. That's why they had been friends for 10 years.

"Bulma" Goku's voice came out freakishly weak " I REALLY can't think like this!"

The girl let Goku's hand go with a loud sigh and didn't even try to cover her boobs up when they bounced freely. "Whatever", she mumbled in frustration. "Yamcha would've said that same exact same thing, that cheating dumbass".

Goku struggled to look at her face when he spoke: "Listen, you're the coolest girl I've ever know. Ever. If I've got as far as I've got it's because of you. We can't do without you Bulma, we just can't afford to lose you." He lifted her chin softly "Tomorrow me and the guys will leave because the Namekians need us, but we'll be back in no time. I swear. And the Earth still needs its top scientist, right?" "Right", she mumbled emptily. "Then it's settled!" Goku said cheerfully and rubbed his hands in excitement "Now, you told me over the phone that your mom had made cookies…"

Bulma had put on the biggest t-shirt -one of Yamcha's- she found on her closet to go down to her lab and review the final details of the armor. The pain on her back was fading away but she still couldn't resist having her tight tops against her sore skin just yet. It was already past midnight and the third coffee of the night. She slid her fingers through a small touch screen device and frowned as she focused on the pieces she still needed to put together. Suddenly, the sound of the Gravity Room closing heavily made her jump. She had spent so many days finishing up the prototype that she had almost forgot about certain saiyan prince that usually got a great deal of her attention, and also, spending a few days confined in her room, topless, after getting her tattoo done had distracted her from watching him.

He must've finished training, she thought. So late, yes. Vegeta was certainly stubborn. His goals were extremely important to him -hell, did anything else matter to him?- and he wouldn't stop for anything or anyone to achieve them. "Fucking workaholic", she said with a soft chuckle. She then realized were she was -down at her lab, obsessing over engineering details that could wait until tomorrow- and let her face fall flat on her desk. "I'm pathetic" she moaned. Goku didn't want her to come on their latest mission and she knew it would be dangerous. Okay, he had a point, but damn, she had worked so hard. The prototype was still failing but she was dying to try it on real, stressing situations. On space. On battle.

Something burning inside of her that couldn't be tamed.

As she opened an eye, her head still laid on the desk, the image of Charles Darwin appeared before her. The Origin of Species was the first book her father had given her and she always kept it near her reach on her personal bookshelf. That book was a leading light for her purpose in life: she was a natural born traveler and discoverer, a lover of science and challenges. She turned her head around and saw the prototype facing her. The Darwin. Darwin. Yes. That was it: she found the perfect name. Brushing some blue strands of hair away from her face, Bulma stood up and walked towards the armor. It looked nothing created by man before. By man, Bulma grinned at the thought. As soon as she slid her finger through the scales on the armor she felt a heat building up on her skin, pooling in her spine. The tattoo. It was calling for it to be used. So slick, shiny and powerful. She bit her lip and hesitated before she shook all her insecurities away and pulled the armor out of the container. After stripping completely, she slid into Darwin slowly.

The tight armor -made of a bright blue material, that shone like siren scales- fit her body perfectly and she felt a great, new sense of power as the spine of the prototype connected to hers through the fresh tattoo. The helmet covered her wide blue eyes with a screen of flexible and internet connected glass that revealed more about reality that she could think. It gave her eyes a whole new scanning ability that surpassed just ki levels. It revealed detailed information about everything she saw. Painful at first and then strangely pleasurable, the last emotion that invaded her was a violent rush of nausea. She tried to take a short step but her knees trembled. She was actually just starting to know Darwin. Well, she had built it, but wearing it, connecting to it and let it change her was a totally different experience.

"Well, well, don't you look kinky"

Fuck. That voice.

Bulma turned around shakily, still hardly controlling her body. Of course he was there -who else could have such perfect timing-, leaning against the doorframe staring at her, a slight grin curving his lips. "I don't remember inviting you in here, Vegeta". She tried her best to hide the fear of falling like a baby learning to walk. "Let me guess" he said, disregarding her comment. "Your weakling boyfriend wants to spice things up so he asked you to dress up as a sexy, slutty heroine".

Bulma frowned. Fucking monkey prince with that fucking jerky attitude. "I don't have time for your little games". She struggled not to show how strange and dizzy she felt and straightened up to face him, gathering as much dignity as she could. The image of Yamcha popped on her mind and her gut clenched. Boyfriend. He was not her boyfriend anymore, not after everything had changed between them. He, cheating, and she… well… having a saiyan living in her home.

"You're crazy" Yamcha had spat the words at her "Vegeta is not a pet! He is a goddamn ALIEN, a deadly one for all I know" "I know who he is" she fought back "And I know what I'm doing". He didn't believe her, of course. Things had got so hard, she didn't even know when it all got so complicated.

The flashback appeared as fast as it faded when she encountered Vegeta approaching her silently. All his moves were always so silent. So much like a predator. A perfect predator. Slowly, he grabbed her helmet from both sides and gently pulled it off her head, revealing her shiny, long, straight blue hair. He tossed the helmet aside callously against the thick, metal wall. It crashed violently against it and the saiyan was secretly surprised that the helmet bounced without a scratch. He had used a small amount of strength when throwing it, mostly out of distraction, but that would've surely crashed any other laughable human armor he had seen.

He frowned at the objects resistance and stared intensely into her bright blue eyes. "Seriously, human, what is this?" Bulma cleared her throat before speaking, relieved that the nausea was fading away but it was rapidly being substituted by something else- a sort of unexplainable excitement that invaded her every time he approached her, every time they got into of their countless arguments. This time, he seemed genuinely interested below that mask of annoyance that she already knew too well. Now that she thought of it, she always discovered interest in his eyes in some sort of way. She challenged him every day with that pretty mouth and unbeatable brain, and he was strangely fascinated by the way this fearless little human female stepped up to him while even her strong friends fled.

"This is unseen technology in our planet, Vegeta" Bulma's voice wasn't cocky as it was when she explained the same to Goku "And I'll use it to get stronger so I can see what you've seen". What you've seen. Funny she would say something like that. That someone would've wanted to see the horrors that he'd seen navigating the darkest places in the universe. Yes, this confirmed what he'd always thought of the woman: she was insane. No turning back. Coo coo.

She spoke with great passion but held it back, not wanting to appear exposed before him. Her eyes, however, couldn't hide the fire, the urge to move. He immediately recognized it, that fire. He had seen it a few warriors he'd known long ago. In some of his fellow saiyans as well… maybe even in himself. A pulse, an inner force that couldn't be tamed. Below all of his anger and thirst for revenge, he recognized it as a homely feeling that rested deep down of him too, something that kept him moving and prideful even in the darkest hours.

He couldn't believe it. A skinny little blue haired girl, with all of her evident weakness, had a spirit that belonged in the body of a knight. She was insane, yes, but she was reckless. Determined. Hungry and lustful.

Vegeta was impassive as he suddenly turned her around, pinning her against a wall and exploring the back of the armor with a thorough gaze. "What the fuck, Vegeta?!" she fought as he struggled to get the armor off her. "That hurts! You don't understand!" she squealed in pain as he pulled the back plate with strength that hurt her violently. He rapidly realized that she wasn't just wearing the armor: the material had become part of her, melting into her spine. With a weak movement she brought her left arm near her face and traced her fingers through her forearm, tracing a pattern that suddenly dislodged Darwin and it fell apart on the ground, leaving her naked and gasping against the wall, her back fully exposed to him. As the sight of the blue tattoo over he white creamy skin struck him, he felt the exact same urge that Goku had experienced earlier that night. He didn't hesitate to reach out his hand and run his fingers, tracing the lines of iris decent ink with delicious softness. She didn't quite understand what was going on yet - it had all happened so fast - but she was amazed that the saiyan prince could be able to touch like that. Her skin didn't hurt anymore, and the moan that escaped her lips was the tell tale beat of her sudden rush of desire.

At the sound of it, Vegeta stopped abruptly. She didn't see him, but she could feel something had happened to him.

"I'll help you learn how to use it" he said dryly.

"You… are you…?"

"I'm not going to Namek with those insects you call friends, so yes, I can help you train"

She was shocked at his offering.

"Why?" she questioned, still facing the wall.

"Because I need something to do"

With that, he turned on his heels and left the room, leaving Bulma smiling in awe. She felt a rush of excitement invade her muscles and blood started pumping violently through her heart. "What the hell are you so happy about, Bulma Briefs?" she said to herself, before realizing she was completely naked. The second thought that struck her was that way too many aliens had seen her undressed body for one night.

Hello, readers! Thank you all who took the time to read chapter one. This is the first fanfic I've written since I was 12 (I'm 25 now, you do the math), and I couldn't be more excited about it. Heh. I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes, English is not my native language but hey, I do my best ;) Reviews are of course welcome, and please let me know what you think.

Thanks again to all who read!

Krilin, Yamcha and Goku watched as Bulma was working on the ship they'd be taking to Namek. One of her engineers was assisting her as she went through the wires mumbling numeric sequences below her breath. Even though she had a respectable group of highly qualified geeks and PhDs working for her –okay, for her father too- Bulma still liked to get things done on her own, especially when it came to space travel engineering. With a tired sigh, she stood up, drying the sweat on her forehead with the back of her hand, which left her a black grease stain right on her pretty face. The sun shone brightly over her backyard and the smell of the barbecue that Chi Chi was making made her realize that she was incredibly hungry.

"So?" Krilin asked, expectantly. "Yah, it will be ready for you guys to leave tonight" Bulma replied wearily, letting herself fall on one of the sunloungers near the pool. She wouldn't admit how mad she was at having to stay behind this particular trip… the message sent by the Nameks wasn't clear about their situation but they were surely in danger. But what danger could that be? Frieza and his creepy family of powerthirsty wackos was dead, and the only other deadly space villain she knew was living under her own roof. Then why was Goku being so apprehensive? She had always known how to defend herself before. Why wouldn't he believe in her and respect her as an equal? Why didn't he believe how amazing Darwin was, the great potential that she had? And why the fuck was she looking for his approval? Angrily, she grabbed a beer and opened it violently before she gulped the liquid. She frowned as she remembered the excitement she felt last night when Vegeta told her he'd help her use the armor. He was probably just playing with her. That bastard prince wouldn't help baby Jesus if he asked, and he wanted to help her? Oh please. She crashed the beer can in her delicate but grease stained hand and threw it to the pool with a high pitched, angry squeak. Then, that voice again.

"You throw like a girl"

Bulma covered her eyes in anger with the palm of her hands, expanding the black stain on her face. She turned around frowning and Vegeta was there, silent as a stalking wild cat. At the sight of her dirty face, messy hair and the beer she'd tossed aside, he smirked:

"But you look like a truck driver"

She was hot and tired and frustrated and barely managed to mutter the words drenched in despise: "I swear to you Vegeta, if I had a fucking chain saw right now…"

Bunny interrupted the scene, speaking cheerfully between the two of them "Honey! A lovely woman is here to see you!" Bulma's burning eyes never left Vegeta's as she spoke "Who, mom?" "A lovely woman from the United Nations" The UN in her house again? Those guys never showed up unless something very messed up was going on, especially regarding her building weaponry. "Perfect" she mumbled with irony as she stood up. Before going inside the house, she stopped and poked the saiyan in the chest with a finger while stating menacingly "I am not done with you".

Bulma left cursing below her breath and Vegeta watched her walk with silent fascination before following her inside.

The sun still shone brightly over the Z fighters while they all exchanged puzzled looks after witnessing that whole scene. "Okay… it just weirds me out to see them flirting all the time!" Krilin suddenly spoke. Uncomfortable silence was his only answer. "What? Someone had to say it; they're all over each other all the time. IT IS WEIRD!" All the looks shifted to Yamcha. He sunk in his seat trying to avoid the sense of self-pity that invaded him. "Yeah, well, I am so over her anyways", he muttered as he rolled his eyes. Chi Chi broke the tension announcing loudly that the food was ready, and everyone rushed to the barbecue with relief to have something to talk about.

Goku smiled to himself and remembered Trunk's bright blue eyes that reflected so well his parents' spirits. The image was swiftly brushed away by the sudden awareness that food was being eaten… without him!

The woman expecting her in the meeting room didn't seem surprised to see Bulma in hotpants and covered in spaceship grease. However, Bulma gasped at the sight of her – she scanned the 50 something year old woman from the top of her short gray hair to the tip of her low heeled, dark leather shoes. Her skin was tanned and dry and her dark brows gave her round face a terrible aura of harshness and wisdom. Her modest, thick jacket and long woolen skirt made her look severe, and everything about her presence screamed that she was a woman made in the roughest corners of Earth. From the desert, maybe, or from the frozen fields of ice down south. What disturbed Bulma the most was the haunting presence surrounding her: it seemed that she was surrounded by something dark and painful. Ghosts.

"Bulma Briefs?"

"Yes" she answered shyly.

"My name is Gia M. I am a representative of the United Nations defense department." She extended her certification to the young scientist.

Bulma rushed into a heated explanation: "I've sent thorough reports about the ships and weapons I've built lately, they're nothing but experimental…"

Gia raised her hand, signaling her to stop. Bulma obeyed immediately, surprised by her own submission. She felt like a little girl standing in front of a fearsome schoolteacher.

"It has come to my attention that you have built something quite unique" Gia said "and that it hasn't been included in your reports." Her tone was firm but somehow warm, like holding a secret invitation. It should've been threatening, but there was something about her expression, her somehow welcoming face that hinted there another intention below her words. Bulma immediately knew this was about Darwin. Oh, shit. No, they couldn't possible take it away from her, her masterpiece, her top secret project that she'd hidden from the authorities so well. If they found out they would surely take it, analyze it, ban it or sell it. She rapidly went over her work, where she might've failed to conceal her plans from those annoying smartasses she worked with. Of course, one of those little geniuses must've found a way to find the prototype… She had spoken about it to Goku and Vegeta but she trusted those two with her life.

Bulma snapped out of her thoughts with a blink and turned to Gia once again. "How did you find out?" she asked, frowning. "Is it true…" the older woman continued, ignoring Bulma's question "that it can endure even space travel?"

What sort of question was that? Wasn't she going to take it away, no questions asked? If they took Darwin all they needed to do was run some tests on it and find out all the secrets it held. Bulma answered out of mere surprise. "Yes, it can." Her hands were shaking but she locked them together to stop them from showing the rush of fear and adrenaline that had invaded her. "And so much more than that".

Gia glanced at her from the corner of the eye and a soft smile flashed through her hardened features. "That's what I thought. You truly are brilliant, Bulma" Was Gia playing with her? Where was this conversation going? She might as well just take everything away quickly. The faster the better, anything to avoid this gut clenching moment. While sighing slowly, Gia took off her dark, long jacket and placed it carefully on one of the nearby chairs. Her movements were gentle, as if trying to demonstrate her non-threatening nature. "There is something I'd like to ask you. If you were to agree, it would be most convenient for both of us."

What could this strange woman possibly want? Money? It didn't seem by her austere looks that she'd ask for such a thing. Bulma nodded silently and Gia went on, her voice turning lower as she spoke: "You are aware that if this invention of yours came to the attention of the rest of the UN authorities, it will certainly be confiscated and examined, probably dismantled"

"Well, isn't that what you're here to do?"

"Not exactly, miss Briefs. I… I would be willing to overlook the information about the Darwin prototype on my report if certain… conditions could be met."

"What are you saying, Gia? Is it money? That's what you're asking? Hell, look around you!" Bulma's words came out emphatically. "I can and will pay any price you ask to keep the armor safe with me and confidential"

Gia shook her head calmly while she briefly glanced at her rough, wide hands. "No. It's not money or anything related to it".

Bulma stared at her in silence, her breathing barely agitated.

"I need you to find my son"

"What?"

"My son, Yin." Gia's confidence seemed to crack under the name of the boy and her face darkened. "He was taken. He's lost. After seeing your prototype I am sure that you the only one who could find him"

A lost boy? Why wouldn't this woman go to the police? She had power, a high charge at the UN and probably a respectable network of spies (surely that's how she got to Bulma's prototype). Where could that boy be that he needed to be rescued with something as powerful as Darwin?

"Motherhood changes everything" Gia continued, her severe tone hardening "It changes everything, Bulma. It leads you to insanity. One shouldn't love as much…" She gasped.

"W-where do you think he might be?" Bulma suddenly asked, as fear invaded her body. The woman's dark aura seemed to tower over her and her skin contracted by a sharp goose bump.

Gia hesitated before she stated the following horrifying words:

"Yin commited suicide ten years ago."

Bulma couldn't think straight. The sole presence of Gia before her seemed to be sucking the air out of her lungs, she felt fear and a tight, painful knot on her chest as she tried to make sense to what was going on. Was this woman crazy?

"But he came back after that. He came back to me, not physically, but his spirit was here with me. I could feel him and sometimes even hear him and see him. Now, he's gone again. Taken. I believe he's not even on Earth anymore. I need, desperately need to have him back with me. I know that you can help me, Bulma"

"Are you really asking me to fetch a ghost?" she said in disbelief.

"Yes" Gia answered solemnly.

Bulma rubbed her forehead as she wondered how many beers she had by the pool. Just one? Impossible. She must be drunk or schizoid.

"Where in the world would I even start looking?" the young scientist asked disorientedly.

"Near the Borges moon of Namek"

A rush of warmth struck Bulma's back in a sudden move as she bumped into someone's well built body: it was Vegeta standing right behind her. For how long had he been in the room without her noticing? And how did he have the answer for this woman's uncanny request?

"Certain places on outer space are filled with seething masses of ghosts" Vegeta said with gravity, sending chills down Bulma's spine "Places no one ever wants to meet on their route if they want to keep their mind in the right place". He knew because he probably saw places like that under Frieza's command. He had been a deadly traveler once –so long ago, it seemed to her- and maybe he'd seen those horrifying places with his own eyes. She turned to face him, still holding her hands together to keep them from shaking "Are you fucking serious? Did you hear what this woman just said?" Vegeta glanced at her with a frown and growled. "Watch your mouth in front of the diplomat, woman!"

He then turned to Gia, who remained dark and strong like an old tree, standing in the middle of the room. "Bulma accepts the task. She's leaving tonight".

Gia had left an hour ago and Bulma was still stunned by the whole situation. When she thought about going on an adventure, this is not what she had in mind… she'd thought of her as a self-reliant explorer who'd go around new worlds classifying, naming and studying new minerals and life forms, not that she'd be thrown right away to face some horror movie like plot involving dark, creepy women, suicidal kids, ghosts from outer space and the possibility of loss of sanity. She held her head between her hands as she glared at Vegeta angrily from across the table in the garden. The rest of the Z fighters were chatting cheerfully near the barbecue while the saiyan and the scientist sat facing each other, speaking below their breath so the others wouldn't hear.

"Shit, Vegeta, I can't believe you got me into this!"

"It is what you wanted, human. Wasn't this the whole point of building that little costume of yours?"

"But I'm not ready! I can't even fucking walk with the thing on!"

"I said I would help you."

"The trip to Namek takes a week on that new ship. Let's say we do it, I sneak on the ship and then what? I'll manage to use Darwin's full potential in one week?"

Vegeta growled as he rose himself to approach his face to her menacingly. Why did she keep doubting she'd be able to achieve anything? From all the stupid, whiny humans he'd met on Earth, she was definitely the least pathetic. Her insecurity disgusted him, angered him. Someone with the fire he'd found in her eyes the other night shouldn't be as scared as she was. What the hell was wrong with her?

"Listen to me you little bitch: you will learn in one week. You'll get on the ship to Namek tonight with me and the rest of the weaklings and I'll make personally sure you and your toy become least pitiful. Do I make myself clear?

Bulma rolled her eyes "Stop bossing me around! " She sighed as she glanced at the enormous ship parked on her back yard and spoke calmly: "Fine. If I don't go that old wife will take Darwin away anyhow. And yes… it is what I wanted, sort of. This is all just so strange and scary, don't you think? Ghosts in space? Sounds awful."

"Haven't you seen Solaris, woman?"

She cocked an eyebrow, surprised at Vegeta's cinematographic reference. She couldn't picture the alien prince interested in something of that kind, so holding back a chuckle she asked: "Have you?"

"Yes" he answered proudly "I have been studying this so called human civilization during the last year. It has only confirmed what I always thought: you're just weak, violent, messy bastards and probably no creature in the universe would miss you if I decided to wipe you out with a ki blast from my tiny finger".

Bulma smiled. She couldn't help it: the jerk was interested in humanity and that made her inexplicably happy. The beat of her heart filled her body with warmth and excitement at the sight of him and for the first time, she unleashed the strong desire that invaded every inch of every muscle in her. Vegeta's eyes widened in shock as she climbed on the table and threw herself in his arms to hug him tightly, her eyes glowing with joy. "I think you can be super sweet sometimes, tough guy" she said perkily as she tightened her grip against his unmoving body.