Chapter Eight

The woman did not return to the palace until the next morning. Vegeta sensed her arrival more than he heard it.

She made no effort to talk to him, even skipped her nightly visit to his room. He trained harder than usual that night—so much energy to burn. If the woman kept this up, he'd have Kakarot defeated in no time.

It was a week later when she knocked on his bedroom door. He answered it immediately. "Woman." He nodded.

She walked into the room. "I haven't seen much of you lately."

"Oh?"

"Yeah….Vegeta, what happened between us…."

"What about it?"

She cleared her throat. "It's still our little secret, right?"

"Yes," he said, not meeting her eyes. "Our little nothing."

That silenced her for a moment. "It didn't mean more to you than I thought?"

"No."

"Alright." She turned away from him. "We're holding the wedding in a month. I want to do it before I get too thick around the middle."

"Good for you."

"I want you to come."

"I'll think about it."

"Vegeta, what is there to think about? You've got nothing but time!"

Her outburst made him flinch, and he cursed himself for it. "I'll be there."

"Thank you. I still care about you, Vegeta, I just…."

Finally, he brought his gaze up to meet hers. "It was nothing, and I've been aware of that since the beginning. Stop patronizing me."

She nodded. "Alright."