AN: This story is almost finished so I will be posting at least twice or thrice a week. I hope that you enjoy. Please do not forget to give me your reviews. This fic is somewhat based on Korean series Temptation of Wife.

Also here's a short character guide:

Vegeta- cannot read ki of a child inside a womb. I have my reason for that. Also he is 30 in the story.

Bulma- May get OOC. She is 28. I am making them younger.

Trunks- is seven and would not be in this fic as much as I wanted him to be.

Ayesa- my own character is rich but not richer than Bulma. She is a popular model. Her age is 24.

Anthony- a genius into weapons manufacturing. He is 30.

Reminder: This fic contains sex, miscarriage, with mentions of underage prostitution and abortion. I suggest that you do not read this if you're a minor or offended with these stuffs.

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Prologue:

Bulma walked inside the lavishly decorated hall. Everything was to perfection. The white and black theme of the event was prominent that even someone like herself who wasn't invited would know. All people were dressed in elegant gowns and tuxedo's while she, Bulma Brief, the richest woman in the world, the most beautiful and most intelligent was dressed in a simple halter dress. Something one would wear at home. But she wasn't invited in this event. She looked at the banner on top of the hall and it read 'SECRET PASSIONS: FASHION OF THE FUTURE'. Funny as her going here could mean death of her future.

"Madam, may we have your invitation please." A burly man dressed in black shirt and pants halted her from going further.

"I do not have an invitation. I just need to see someone quickly." Bulma then said. Pleading to the man to let her go further. After all, she was already inside.

"I apologize but you must go." The man tried to manhandle her.

"Let me go. I am Bulma Brief!" She screeched but the man didn't care.

"Sorry but I am just doing my job." The man said as he dragged her towards the door.

No one seemed to be paying attention though until Bulma bit the large man and pushed him off her causing him to bump the table containing the neatly stacked wine glasses. Upon the commotion, several people, perhaps the staff, went to the aid of the man completely diverting the attention away from Bulma.

Bulma continued to walk. Her eyes searching until she found him. Slowly, she walked towards him. There he was looking so handsome in a tuxedo. Then she saw her. Her back was against Bulma so she cannot be sure who was the woman clinging to the arms of her husband. She continued to walk. Uncaring of the shouts of the people who were having a commotion due to the earlier incident she caused. All she cared about was to reach her destination.

And when she stopped, the woman clinging to her husband had a face. "So it was you." Bulma finally said causing the woman to turn her gaze to her.

Vegeta's eyes widened as he saw his wife. "What are you doing here, Bulma?" Silently he said though the stress of his words did not escape her.

Bulma chose to ignore her husband. "Why?" Her question was directed to the woman.

"I love him, Bulma." Then the woman gave a small laugh. "It took you long enough to figure it out though. For a genius, you sure are…" The woman then said.

The imprint of Bulma's hand was on the woman's face before she could even finish her words. "How dare you steal my husband?! After everything my family did for you!"

The woman just smiled mockingly at her. "You have everything Bulma. Everything I wanted and because of that you don't take care of them."

Bulma knew that she was talking about Vegeta. She raised her hand to slap her again but a firm grip stopped her from doing so. She looked and saw fury on her husband's face. "Don't cause a scene here, Bulma."

Her tears finally streamed down her face. Then, two men approached leading her outside. Before she could leave though, the woman spoke. "I guess I should get a little revenge." Her hand landed on Bulma's face.

The pain shot through Bulma but the guards dragged her outside and left her outside cold cement of the street. But she didn't mind. Her physical pain paled in comparison to the pain in her heart. All she could think of was how this all started.

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AN: I know short but I promise the succeeding chapters would be longer. Please RnR. No flames please. And don't worry, in reality, I know that Vegeta would never cheat on Bulma (well DBZ is not real but heck you get my point). Just a little story that came into my mind after watching a certain drama series here.