About an hour later Bulma stirred from sleep, her fore arm stiff being in the same position for about 8 hours. She slowly sat up and stretched her arms up to the ceiling. Whilst doing this she looked to Vegeta who lay on his side, right arm underneath his head and hand over his face. She smiled lightly and wheelied her portable chair over to his bedside.
The first thing she did was grab his sheets and pull them over his bare torso and tucked them in just before his broad shoulder.
She sighed gently and looked to his hand, deciding whether or not to move it from his face. She bit her lip slightly and looked around her to the room to see if anyone was looking in. Then slowly she reached for his hand. She pulled back a time when she heard footsteps outside the room. But eventually she plucked up the courage to place a finger to his flesh on the back of his hand, it made her smile gently. Then she placed her whole hand about his and pulled it gently up to rest on the side of his head. She thought he might have woken up, but obviously he was in a deep sleep.
She looked down at his face and blinked rather shockingly, she couldn't believe how gentle his expression was, his eyebrows were less arched than they normally were and his mouth took in breaths softly and lightly, instead of harshly and deeply.
'He looks so peaceful like this..' She thought intently and leaned her elbow to her knee, then placed her chin with her palm, staring at the Prince.
Suddenly Bulma felt a tap on her shoulder and she looked about quickly, but seeing her mother there calmed her and she shook her head whispering "Mom, you scared me..."
Mrs. Brief chuckled quietly. " I'm sorry my dear, I bought you a muffin to eat and..." She cut off when seeing Vegeta lying there, her eyes opened wide and then she smiled greatly.
"Awww, doesn't he look just adorable that way?.." She exclaimed bracing her hands together, and tilting her head to the left slightly.
Bulma peered out of the corner of her eyes at her mother and then back to Vegeta sleeping. "Yeah, he does, he should sleep forever that way he isn't so pushy and arrogant" She replied leaning back on the chair comfortably. Mrs. Brief sighed happily then paused for a moment as she looked from Bulma to Vegeta, she bit her pale pink lip and then smiled to herself and nodded as if answering a question said only for her mind.
"Oh!..here you are Bulma eat it all, you haven't had anything since you fell asleep" She said worriedly handing a small wicket basket to her daughter which contained a large blueberry muffin and a drink of cola. Bulma smiled up at her mom and said her good byes.
As Mrs. Brief turned out the door she smiled to herself more thinking ' yes, definitely something going between them both...how exciting!'
Bulma unwrapped the muffin and digged into it, taking little bites at a time. She began to think about what Goku had said about Vegeta , about how he don't know how to show his emotions, and that he doesn't know his own strengths. 'Yeah right..' She thought to herself then ' He liked being rough' she recalled the excitement in his eyes when he had mauled her in the corridor. Looking down at him now you wouldn't think he was capable of that, he looked to gentle, too serene. 'But it is the quiet ones you have to be careful of..' She warned herself in her mind, then smiled at this amusingly.
After finishing the last bite of the muffin, she tucked the wrapper into the basket then brushed off the crumbs from her black flared throusers. Then took out the bottle of cola and unscrewed the lid to take a quick refreshing gulp.
She crossed her legs and folded her arms, continuing to watch over him.
She had felt so guilty for having ago at him the day before, it just had to be said, she had to stand up for herself. 'I wonder if I upset him..i didn't mean to be the one to make him so angry that he collapsed. If I knew that was gonna happen  I would have let off him abit...' She thought regretfully.  She lowered her head then and her gaze too, closing her eyes in thought.
The Princes eyes flickered open slowly and they focused on the table where Bulma had sat at, then they closed again. Vegeta gave a quiet grunt and then opened his eyes again, and this time they focused on Bulma's folded arms. He lifted his head up slowly and carefully, his eyes only really half open still drowsy and feeling generally down. He looked up to her, blinking hard to get rid of the sleep in his eyes.
He licked his dry lips and then angled his face so he looked at her properly. "Bulma?..."
He barely got out, then he cleared his throat harshly, which made Bulma's eyes flicker open quickly and look to him. Vegeta narrowed his eyes up at her. "Bulma..what are you still doing here?..."  
Bulma got off of her chair and kneeled to his height so that he didn't have to crane his neck. She steadied herself by grabbing the mattress with her hands then she smiled at him showing her pearly white teeth.
"I'm watching over you of course." She sighed suddenly and looked away from his prying gaze.
"Look Vegeta, I'm sorry if I said anything to upset you yesterday. I don't know what got into me. You probably won't admit it though but I know I did something to you and I just wanted to let you know I'm sorry for it." Vegeta's gaze wandered around her features as she talked. His eyes  flickered and narrowed when he heard her heart beat change. He thought' Why is she apologizing to me? And why is it she feels so bad about what happend?...arg!..damn earth woman I don't suppose I shall get to understand her.' He glanced up to her with his non-emotional eyes not moving his head.
"Look, Bulma I do not need your sympathy or your apologies..i'm fine, I'm sure you mean well..." Bulma nodded then lowering her gaze, knowing all to well he wouldn't appreciate her...she felt hurt and put down.
Without further answer she stood up from the crouch position and sighed heavily, she turned picking, up the wicker basket, and made her way towards the door. Vegeta watched her go, he was just about to call to her but his ego stopped his lips from creating a sound. Bulma walked out the door without a second look at him.

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2 days later the phone rang in Bulma's bedroom.
Bulma ran in, towel wrapped around her loosely "Don't hang up!.."  She yelled at the phone. She leaped on the four poster bed and grabbed the receiver tightly.
"Hello?" Bulma said with a polite voice, which was obviously put on. A gentle female voice answered at the other end.
"Hey, Bulma. It's me Chi-Chi, I was thinking that we could all go on a picnic...you know like a get together".
Bulma's eyes lightened and she smiled to herself. "This afternoon I was thinking"
"Yeah sure Chi-Chi! That will be fun" Bulma answered happily, but then she lowered her voice suddenly. "..You don't mind if I bring Vegeta do you? It's just I think it will do him good to get out and about."
"Is he still mowping about then?" Chi-Chi asked, her voice sounded almost amused and Bulma chuckled " Yes. He hasn't come out of his room since he got back from the hospital wing.." Bulma bit her lip and listened for Chi-Chi's reply.
"Hmm..ok then, he is very difficult is Vegeta, but then what do I know. I only hear about him from what Goku and my Son say about him".
Bulma nodded and sighed gently " Well then I guess I will see you this afternoon then hun...i'll bring all the sweet stuff. Mom always has plenty of cakes and stuff for such occasions" Chi-Chi laughed and replied. "Okie dokie bulma hun, see you soon, bye!"
The phone clicked then the dial tone replaced Chi-Chi's voice.
Bulma placed the reciever onto the phone hook and smiled to herself as she began to dry her hair with the towl.

Bulma, after spending most of the morning getting ready for the outing, bit her lip as she stood in front of Vegeta's room. Was it wise to disturb him? Should she even bother asking? No..not asking..demanding. 'Yes!' She thought suddenly pouting her lips. ' yes...i will demand that he come, I have to put my foot down on this one, after all its good to get together.' She cleared her throat and knocked on his door.
"Hey Vegeta! Are you listening? I want you to come with me to a Pic..i mean an outing that Chi-Chi is organizing for us and the rest it will do you good to get out!..."
She listened to the door for a few moments and then she jumped when she heard someone behind her clear their throat.
She peered over her shoulder and smiled suddenly and rather surprised like when she saw Vegeta standing there, his arms crossed over his broad chest and his left eyebrow raised slightly.
"Oh! There you are Vegeta.."  Her eyes moved about nervously and they didn't meet his gaze. "So erm...are you coming..?"
There was a short silence between them for a moment and then Vegeta grinned down at her and replied. "Yeah..sure why not..." He didn't know why he said yes, normally he would throw a fit at being asked such a question but perhaps he genuinely wanted to be with her.
Bulma's eyes widened at the fact he agreed to go instead of arguing. "Great!" She yelled, placing one hand to his crossed left arm and shaking it slightly excitedly. "This is going to be great, you'll see!, I thought you might not come but obviously I was wrong...for once I'm glad to say that I am wrong hehe..." She chuckled to him but she soon stopped when Vegeta eyed her hand to his flesh, Bulma looked up at his face and he looked at her, he bore an awkward expression that seemed confused at the very fact that she had touched him like she had. Bulma cleared her throat and quickly removed her hand from him laughing nervously. "Sorry..."
She said and she turned and jogged down the hall and down the staircase to get away from the uncomfortably atmosphere. As he watched her go down the stairs he chuckled to himself shaking his head, then opened his bedroom door and went inside to get changed.
Downstairs in the kitchen, Bulma packed a big wicker basket full of goodies, her mother walked  in carrying a large box. "Hey Bulma, do you want to take some of these too?" She dropped the box onto the counter next to her daughter and Bulma's eyes grew wide when she saw the box was full of candy bars of all sorts.
"What? Mom, I don't think we will need anymore sweets,  I mean we have at least five packets of muffins, 2 huge cakes and about 1000 little packets of chewy candy already."
Mrs. Brief looked into the wicker box and then back to her daughter.
"Oh right, but I was thinking of Goku...he does eat a lot hun.." She exclaimed, a huge smile upon her face. Bulma looked at her mother with a raised brow, then she bit her lip and nodded grabbing handful's of the candy, chocolate bars and toffee's stuffing them into the already packed picnic basket.
Then Mrs Brief's attention was drawn towards the door that lead to the corridor to get to the side door. "Oh hello dear! My, your always ready for a day out aren't you? You always wear the right clothes...especially that sleeveless vest of yours."
Bulma turned around quickly at this and followed her mothers gaze to see Vegeta standing there in the doorway.  He wore his simple navy blue tight vest and trousers that he usually wore when training, he didn't acknowledge Mrs. Briefs comment at all.
"Are you ready yet Bulma?..." Vegeta asked impatiantly, Bulma looked to her mother and rolled her eyes. Obviously making a statement to her annoyance against the Saiyan Prince.  Mrs Brief smiled and chuckled alittle then shook her head and walked away carrying the box of candies.
"Yes I am, oh hey Vegeta could you please carry the basket, it's a bit heavy for me.."
Vegeta rolled his ebony eyes angrily and strutted up to Bulma, Grabbing the wicker basket with one hand and lifting it into the air with ease. "Honestly Bulma, your love for this planet makes you weak, its not even barely heavy.." The Saiyan snorted at her and Bulma sighed. "No, that doesn't make me weak at all, I just can't lift it...don't you get it? It's too heavy...and considering your a guy and a super strong one at that I thought you would be all right with carrying it." She walked past him, grabbing a little cream coloured bag from the dining table, heading for the side door.
Vegeta tutted and followed her quietly. When they got outside it was already hot, and very stuffy. Although at times the whispy, ivory white clouds would cover over the burning sun to create a nice shady atmosphere, and along with that came a cool airy breeze. Vegeta rolled his eyes when he saw the limo parked outside the gate. 'Geez, why can't I just fly us there..it would be a lot faster than parading about in that horrid thing, why does she always have to make a statement about herself...' The Prince thought as he carried the picnic basket through the garden.
Bulma suddenly gasped and then sighed when she noticed that it was the same limo driver that took her to Chi-Chi's after splitting up with Yamcha.
Vegeta walked past Bulma as she slowed down to a halt. Vegeta turned around and looked at her with a raised brow.  "What is it now?.." He scowled as he passed the basket to his other hand. Bulma slowly walked up to Vegeta and leaned up to him whispering..
"That driver...he is really cheeky and ignorant..hmm a bit like you actually.." Vegeta looked to her suddenly and he rose a brow then narrowed his eyes. "What?.."
Bulma looked back to the driver and shook her head. "Nevermind...anyway better watch what you say to him, he is pretty well built might be able to get a few good punches in if he didn't like you.." Vegeta looked over his shoulder at the driver who was indeed quite strong looking. His neck was nearly as thick as Vegeta's and his chest bulged from underneath the thin white shirt he had on. Vegeta sneered and looked down to Bulma again making an unimpressed expression.
"He is all talk and no show Bulma...a fly wouldn't be frightened by him"  Vegeta turned from her and walked to the rear door's of the limo and was just about to open it with his free hand when the big driver slid in front of him.
"No...i'm sorry pal but ladies always go first..." The driver was much taller than the Saiyan prince and looked down on him with a harsh gaze. His tanned face wet with the heat of midday and his hat over shading to his nose, so that only the glint of his ego showed in his dark eye.
Vegeta looked up at the driver with a plain expression, and kept his gaze for quite a while. When the driver looked over to Bulma, Vegeta reached for the handle of the back door again.  But when the prince grasped it the driver glanced down at him and growled, suddenly grabbing the Saiyans wrist harshly and yanked it off.
"Hey man! I said Ladies go first! What's wrong? Don't you understand that?...are you from another planet or somethin'?" He snarled harshly leaning down to Vegeta in a threatening way.
Vegeta slowly angled his face up to the drivers, his eyes narrowed then and his mouth cracked into a evil smirk then he said menacingly " Actually...yes.." With that, Vegeta yanked his own arm towards himself, pulling the drivers hand too. Then the Saiyan brought his knee up too his chest and slammed the drivers elbow into his knee, which made the driver cry out and let go quickly, then he stumbled back injured. He grabbed his elbow and looked to Vegeta with wide eyes. "What the hell?...you broke my arm man!"
Vegeta looked to him and smiled sarcastically. " I know I did...it felt good"
The driver didn't reply he just stumbled off in a panic, back into the house to call for an ambulance. Bulma's mouth had dropped open and she blinked hard, then she ran up to Vegeta and sprawled her hands about. "Why did you do that?!" She asked him frantically. The Prince chuckled to himself and picked up the basket that had managed to get on the floor, he looked down at her for a few seconds then opened the back door, and placed the basket inside the car.
He turned to face her again and grinned as he spoke.
"By stepping in front of me he unknowingly offered to challenge me and I took it, like any descent warrior would"  
Bulma lifted a thin eyebrow and blinked a few times rapidly. " But just who is going to drive us..?" She asked Vegeta as he ran a hand through his dark hair.
The Prince laughed in a nasty way and then leaned down to her. " You of course, who else?" Bulma's eyes widended and she sighed, placing her hands on her hips, Giving a surprised smile, which was neither mad nor happy. Vegeta continued to speak.
"I assume that with all the vast 'useless' technology your father has created and taught you about, he must have at least taught you how to drive this infernal vehicle!" He leaned to her again threateningly and rose an ebony brow awaiting for her answer. Bulma looked into his eyes longingly she almost sighed and broke into a smile because she was enjoying being so close to him . ' wow...he is so good looking...i wonder if he realizes it..' Vegeta sighed harshly and impatiantly yelled " Well?!"
Bulma pulled away suddenly after staring into his eyes and she shook her head.
"What?...Oh, well of course I can drive Vegeta, what do you take me for?...it was just nice to be driven around." Vegeta stood up straighter, pulling away from her suddenly.
Then he glanced over to where the driver had gone " All right woman...." He began and grabbed her wrist, twisting her around and began pushing her towards the drivers door. "..if you can say you can drive, here's a chance to prove it to me..." He shoved her harshly into the open doorway and onto the squeaky leather seat.
Bulma straightened herself up and looked up to the Prince angrily. " Vegeta! Do you mind not 'shoving' me around like that, I am perfectly capable of walking and getting to the drivers seat on my own thank you..." She added a sarcastic tone to the 'thank you' at the end. Vegeta leaned down to see her face to face. " Well next time you could be quicker about it..."
He gave a very sarcastic and fake smile and slammed the door shut on her face before she could reply.  A few second later, Bulma heard him getting into the passenger seat at the back, she looked at him through the rearview mirror and tutted shaking her head.

  
Half an hour drive later Bulma & Vegeta arrived at the park.
It was a small green area in the middle of the city, suitable for distressful walks, walking your dog and of course having a picnic. The ideal spot was under a group of cherry trees by a small boating lake.  It was nice there this time of year, the blossoms of the cherry were at their most vibrant and beautiful.  Strong pinks and some dark purple and as the sun shone through them they dappled the grass below, providing a cool retreat from the midday sun.
"Come on Vegeta!" Bulma shouted back at him as he took his time walking up the hill that lead to the cherry trees & lake. The Prince ignored her completely and walked even slower on purpose. Bulma sighed and jogged over the crest of the hill, leaving him behind to carry the basket. She slowed to a walk as she searched the many faces on the grass. She had to weave in and out in some places because she had to overcome the obstacle course of human bodies. She took a few steps towards the lake and spanned her vision, narrowing her eyes to try and recognize Chi-Chi.  
She smiled suddenly when she saw a figure with a huge sandwich in its hand.
'There's Goku' she thought to herself, turning gracefully and walking up another little hill towards the cherry trees. When she got there she saw everyone under a tall cherry, its big roots stuck out from the ground providing seats for the picnickers.
Chi-Chi sat on the grass underneath the tree on a patchwork blanket, shouting at Gohan as he tried to climb the tree. Goku, of course, was standing just next to Chi-Chi, looking down at her, pointing at a strawberry cake and trying to talk with a mouthful of bread from the sandwich he was holding. Master Roshi was present too, he was leaning against the tree trunk magazine in hand. But his eyes were to a couple of young women playing a ball game of some kind.
Krillen was laughing whilst watching Gohan try to climb up the tree with a grape soda in his left hand. Tien and Chaozu were training together a little way away on an empty peice of grass. They had attracted quite a lot of attention from the girls around, which boosted their ego's somewhat.
Piccolo was there too suprisingly, in his usual stance arms crossed over his huge chest and body straight and poised, with an empty expression to his namekian features. He was leaning against another tree just a few yards away, watching Gohan playing.
Chi-Chi looked up suddenly from a peice of bread she was buttering.
"Oh Hey Bulma you made it! Come and sit down hunny" She patted the blanket by her as Bulma waled up with a gentle smile. As Bulma sat down, and made herself comfortable Chi-Chi said. "It's great you could come, its a perfect day for a get together"  Then she paused and looked around with a smirk. " Is err...Vegeta coming?"
Bulma reached for a small sandwich on a plate in the middle of the blanket and took a bite of it. "(chew, chew) ..erm..yeah (chew) he is, he well was (chew) right behind me."
Bulma swallowed and looked towards the hill where she had left him last. Suddenly Chi-Chi cried out in surprise, nearly dropping her bread. Bulma looked up then and their stood Vegeta, next to Goku.  Chi-Chi placed her free hand over her heart.
" Don't do that....." She instructed angrily.
Vegeta looked down to Chi-Chi and smirked evilly but didn't say a word, just then the prince felt a sharp tug on his left arm, Vegeta snapped a glance that way and rose his black eyebrow when he saw Goku trying to get at the basket he was holding.  Vegeta viscously pulled the basket away from him snarling " Calm down Kakarot, its only food."
Goku looked down at Vegeta with a saddened look. "Well I'm really hungry Vegeta, I skipped breakfast this morning, I was too busy teaching Gohan a few moves.." Vegeta placed the basket down close to Bulma and he stood to face Goku "You have plenty of food left there....idiot" Goku looked down to the basket that Chi-Chi had bought and indeed it was still almost full. Goku chuckled nervously and scratched his head.
"Hehe...oh yeah ...my eyes are bigger than my stomach.." He joked then and sat down, tucking into a packet of potato chips.
Chi-Chi smiled greatly at Goku and patted his thigh gently. Then she leaned to Bulma whispering " I think what Goku means is his Stomach is bigger .." Bulma chuckled under her breath  as she chewed on another sandwich.
Bulma opened the wicker basket and looked inside, then as she pulled out a root beer her attention went to Vegeta who was watching Tien and Chaozu training.
"Vegeta? Are you going to have something to eat?" She asked nicely.
The prince folded his arms and looked down at her, then narrowed his eyes harshly.
"Im not hungry...." He spat and walked off, and ending up leaning against the trunk of another cherry tree a few yards away. Bulma watched him walk away she felt a pang of hurt as he did and lowered her head slightly. Chi-Chi bit her lip and rubbed Bulma's shoudler reasurringly. But no more words were said between them.
Soon enough everyone part from Vegeta and Piccolo were around the blanket eating heartilly and talking together about what each of them had done in the past year or so.
After everyone had eaten they all went off to do what they wanted.
"I'm going swimming mom!" Gohan yelled waving his towl in the air. Chi-Chi stood up from the blanket and walked over to Gohan then kneeled to his height. "Ok hun but be careful...i wouldn't want you to catch a cold."  She kissed his little cheek and ran a hand through his ebony hair.
Gohan tutted and rolled his eyes "I'll be fine mom, don't worry.."
Chi-Chi stood up and sighed as she watched him run off towards a section of the lake that was for swimming.
"I'll look after him Chi-Chi" came a small raspy voice from behind. Chi-Chi turned to see Krillen standing there, swimming trunks on and towl over his bare shoudler.
Chi-Chi smiled and nodded greatfully. Krillen jogged past Chi-Chi giving her a smile then ran to catch up to Gohan.
She turned and sat back on the blanket, placing some tinted sunglasses on and laid down on her back, closing her eyes to relax in the cool shade.
Goku had now moved to stand beside Piccolo. Both had been watching Gohan and had discussed how his training had gone on and how it had improved tremedously.
But now thier attention had come to Bulma and Vegeta....
"So Piccolo, you think it will happen soon?" Goku asked his namek friend as he looked from miserable Vegeta to Bulma who was hitting Master Roshi with one of his own magazines. Piccolo leant on his left foot shifting his weight from one side to the other. A small grin crawled upon his green lips, parting them to reveal ivory fangs.
"Yea, anytime now Goku, I can sense their involvement together strengthening"  The namek looked directly to Vegeta. "Although Vegeta doesn't seem to want to try anything yet, perhaps Bulma will make the first move..."
Goku folded his arms and frowned, shifting his gaze up to the mighty Piccolo. "Really you think? ...hmm..do you think I should give Vegeta some hints on how to be romantic?" Piccolo's fierce eyes looked down to Goku, his expression said 'are you joking?'  Goku smiled and chuckled unfolding his arms, giving Piccolo a punch on the arm. "Aww come on, I'm not that bad...."  Piccolo grunted and shook his head bearing a smile on his lips.  
"Hey what's that look for? I can be romantic if I like" Goku protested waving his arms about.
And with that he walked off and headed straight for Chi-Chi. Piccolo gave a short sneer as Goku walked off. Without warning the Saiyan knelt down to his wife and grabbed her left hand, he pulled her up quickly.  "Arrgh, Goku! What are you doing" Chi-Chi Yelled pulling off her glasses and stepping back from him slightly.  Goku pulled her closer to him again and looked down at her smiling gently with some kind of flattering awe.
He looked to the sunglasses in her hand and rose his left hand up to them, ragging them from her grip and dropping them to the blanket.
Chi-Chi watched Goku's every move with wide eyes, obviously this wasn't a situation she was used too. She met his eyes again and couldn't help a smile on her crimson lips, she felt her pale cheeks flush for the first time In a long while.
He wrapped his strong but gentle arms about her waist and placed his forehead to hers and chuckled quietly. Chi-Chi wasn't laughing, it was all a shock still, her mouth was agape. But her eyes closed slowly, feeling a rather nice emotion well up from her soul.
Now, with the sudden change of atmosphere between two people such as Chi-Chi and Goku someone was bound to notice more than others would, apart from Piccolo who was already watching and shaking his head distastefully at the way Goku was showing his affection to Chi-Chi.
The person who felt this sudden change was Vegeta.  His eyes had shifted from the ground, and slowly up to husband and wife. His head lifted then, following the movement of his own eyes.
When he saw the tiny flicker of lust across Goku's face, and the reaction on Chi-Chi's features when Goku stroked her cheek, the Princes left eyebrow rose intently and he leaned up further against the tree, watching.
Piccolo's sharp ears pricked up suddenly and he glanced to Vegeta, noticing his intrest...the namek's face grew slightly shocked and he thought. 'Hey, well what dya' know, Goku was right...Vegeta is taking interest...hmmm maybe he is just disgusted by it all..'  The great Namek looked back to Chi-Chi and Goku then
"Goku, what's got into you?" Chi-Chi exclaimed as Goku started to drag her out into a small clearing near the picnic. Goku looked over his shoulder and said "I'm proving a point and also I like to surprise you Chi-Chi!.." He smiled innocently, and eventually came to a halt a few yards out. He pulled her nearer to him. "Chi-Chi, lets dance"
He said gently suddenly grabbing her hand tighter and pulling it up into position, then wrapped his other arm about her waist gently swaying her from side to side playfully as he hummed a little tune. Chi-Chi giggled and struggled to keep in time but that didn't matter to Goku in the slightest.
Vegeta continued to watch, he rolled his nose at the dancing pair 'That idiot...what's he trying to prove anyway' After a few moments of dancing they were back nearer the others and as a finishing move to their little dance Goku spun Chi-Chi around gently and pulled her up against him, moving his head down to nearer hers until there was a fraction of an inch between their noses.