A/N: Wow guys… I'm deeply disappointed… I only got ONE comment for the last chapter… that sux majorly… shakes head

So yeah, I'm not sure whether that means the chapters aren't any good, or no one's reading it or what.

But I REALLY appreciate the one person that DID review! J That person has my permission to enjoy this chapter more than you other guys! The rest of you should still enjoy tho, so yeah, here goes!

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"The boy already told you," Vegeta said, "I'm merely here to play cards with him."

She crossed her arms and cocked an eyebrow at him, "Do you often play cards with six year old boys?"

He scowled at her and replied fiercely, "No. Your parent's are out and asked me to watch him."

She gave a slightly shocked look, "But they don't even know you…"

He shrugged. "We met a few days ago actually. Tonight I came over to find you, and they just asked if I could watch him for a bit while they were out."

She smiled mischievously. "So why were you looking for me?"

He frowned and replied, "Don't get any ideas, girl. I just needed your math notes from Friday."

Just as he was turning to go in to the kitchen, she yelled over to him, "Oh, so it had nothing to do with my date with Yamcha tonight?"

He looked over his shoulder. "In your dreams."

She walked on after him. "Well, you were there on Friday, so excuse the confusion."

"Just because I was there doesn't mean I was paying attention," was the cool reply as he began to clean the cards off the table.

She walked over to get some glasses and milk. "I suppose your theory could be true, "she sat the glasses at opposite ends of the now-clean table, "Except I distinctly remember seeing you take notes. Which begs the question: Why are you really here?"

He stared at the glass frowning as she sat down , "Who says I'm staying?"

"I did."

He gave her a smirk and sat down, motioning for her to pass the milk. She complied and he told her, "I just didn't want to be home." He looked up and smirked again, "So how was the big date?"

"Lame," she responded nonchalantly.

"Kiss him?" his voice was solemn and she wondered what to say.

"I don't see how it's any of your business." She leaned back in her chair and eyed him up and down.

He seemed quite unaffected though and replied, "I believe it's within the range of being my business since we did kiss- what?- twice last night. I'd like to know how easy you are with everyone else."

Bad choice of words… She glared at him angrily. She wanted so badly just to give him a piece of her mind, but couldn't even find the words she needed to do so. She got up, threw her glass half-way across the room and into the sink, and stormed out to plop down on the couch in the family room, hoping that he took the hint to leave.

She felt the couch shift a little a he hopped over the back and sat next to her. Of course not, she thought cynically, and rolled her eyes as the grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. Before she had the chance to press the button, however, he snatched the remote away from her and threw it across the room.

After a moment she let her arm fall back down beside her and she stared at the blank screen. He was looking over at her. She could see it out of the corner of her eye, but refused to look back. He had just… pissed her off to no end. She never went on dates, much less kissed as casually as he had insinuated. She just hated being thought of on such a low level!

"You know I didn't mean it like that," he said quietly.

She glanced over before replying, "So you didn't mean that I make-out with anyone, and you don't think I'm easy, huh?"

He shifted uncomfortably. "No… and no. It just- it came out badly."

"I'll say."

He frowned and told her, "No need to overreact either."

The scowl already on her face deepened and she made no reply. After a few minutes she heard him sigh in exasperation, and that was the final straw. "Is that the only reason you kissed me then?"

He gave a confused look before asking the inevitable, "What?"

"Did you," she poked him in the chest, "only kiss me," she pointed to herself, "because you thought I was easy?" She tilted her head slightly and had a mix of embarrassment and hurt that stained her eyes.

He stared blankly at her. She really thought that? "You answer my question first and then I'll answer yours."

She couldn't believe this guy, but decided to tell him anyway. "No," he hissed, "I did not kiss Yamcha."

"Did he try?"


"Why'd you turn him down?"

She stared at him in disbelief, "Because- oh, I don't know- I didn't want to kiss him. Does that work for you?" she hissed.

"Yes and no," was his simple response.

She looked at him questioningly.

He sighed again, "No, I," he pointed to himself, "did not kiss you," he pointed to her, "because I thought you were easy."

She looked slightly relieved, but was still skeptical, "Then why did you? We're virtual strangers."

"Didn't I answer that last night?" he asked.

"Not very well, no." She shook her head to emphasize her point.

He put a hand against head cheek to stop the shaking, and she instantly felt he butterflies return to her stomach. She looked up at his face as he leaned closer and told her, "Because I wanted to."

Her eyebrow rose as she barely whispered back, "Hasn't anyone ever told you that you don't always get what you want?"

He smirked, "That's the problem, my dear; I've never had what I wanted, and right now I do. How can I pass that up just because of some old saying you like to recite?"

She almost smiled at that. If she didn't know any better, she'd think he was paying her a compliment. Of course, after that he leaned forward the remaining distance and captured her lips. She leaned back against the arm of the sofa and placed her hands on the side of his face and he leaned forward against her and rested one hand behind her, and the other on her waist.

He pulled back a bit and she looked into his eyes curiously. He was still so close that she could feel his hot breath on her lips, and yet he made no motion to kiss her again. He seemed frozen and she couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. He had completely spaced out. She whispered his name and he immediately snapped out of it. He ran his hand through her hair once and, in turn, pushed it out of her face.

She asked what was wrong and he looked at her awhile longer with absolutely no expression on his face. He gave her one more, quick kiss. "What happened when you first moved here?" The question completely surprised her and she tried to pull back further, but he wouldn't let her. He closed his eyes, "Don't pull away from me, please." He rested his forehead against her shoulder.

She decided to let it be, and asked, "What do you mean what happened?"

She could barely hear his muffled voice as he answered, "I mean, how did these people- your 'parents'- treat you when you moved in with them?"

Though she was still confused, she replied, "Well, I guess they were pretty good parents overall, from what I know about parents. They're just… never around is all."

He looked back up at her, "Did they ever hurt you?"

Now she was truly shocked. Did they ever hurt her? What the hell… She gave him a bemused look and asked, "Where are all these questions coming from?"

"Nowhere," he told her, and this time he pulled away and tried to stand up. She grabbed his hand and pulled him back down on to the couch before he could walk away though.

She searched his face for any hint of an answer to all these strangely dark questions. She made him face her somehow. "Why are you asking me things like that?"

He scowled stubbornly. "I just heard that happens sometimes."

"Has it happened to you?" Bingo. She could tell right away she had hit the nail on the head. "Oh my God, that has happened to you!"

He looked over at her, frowning, "No, it hasn't."

She stared at him skeptically. "You know, you could tell me-"

"Actually, no, I can't, because there's nothing to tell! I just wanted to make sure it hadn't happened to you."

She wasn't sure what she thought about his answer, and wasn't really given a chance to ponder it as she noticed he was getting up to leave. She frowned and grabbed his hand to pull him down. He fell back with a thud and looked over at her with a frown. "Now you're the one over reacting, Vegeta."

He continued to scowl, and she didn't know what else to say. She put a hand in her hair and ran it through, letting it rest at the back of her neck while she looked down, thinking. The frown had mostly disappeared from his face by now, but he didn't know what to say either. "It's late," managed to make it's way out of his mouth.

She looked up, "Yes, it is." Wow, this conversation had taken a downward spiral…

He got up again to leave, but instead of stopping him this time, she got up as well and followed him to the front door. He opened it but then froze. After a few moments that felt like hours, he whipped around and looked down on her. Everything stayed completely silent, and out of nowhere, he put he hands on her shoulders and swooped down, kissing her yet again, but it was softer this time.

He pulled back after a bit, and she looked up at him. "Why do you keep doing that?"

He looked at her, with a half grin on his face and told her quietly, "I was curious."

And then he was gone, the door shut behind him. She was staring at it blankly.

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A/N: Well, that one wasn't so bad, now was it? I kinda liked it, even tho it was a bit.. Random? At best.

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