Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z. I do not own any of the characters from DBZ. I am not making any money from this fan fiction, please don't sue.

A/N I haven't written a fan fiction since I was a teenager, so I know that I'm rusty and quite frankly a little nervous about how this story will be received. I am using the first chapter to deal with the Yamcha stuff. V/B will be in the second.

Bulma watched him watching her as she talked. His pupils dilated his expression intent, that look he got when his mind was turned toward sex, which was almost always. She sighed.

"So with the added flux to the criluam crystals we can expect five times the power, which means when activated panties should be incinerated in 2.3 seconds easy."

Yamcha's head whipped back around a shocked look on his face, the waitress temporarily forgotten.

"What was that last thing?"

"2.3 seconds." Bulma took a sip of her whine.

"No not that," Yamcha leaned a little forward whispering. "Did you say panties?"

Bulma's fork paused midway from her mouth, "Yamcha, why in the world would I be talking about panties in regards to a criluam accelerator?"

"Oh, I guess I misheard you."

Bulma rolled her eyes shaking her head slightly. She watched as Yamcha's eyes started to wonder to a group of women on their way to their table.

"So, Yamcha," she said after refilling her wine glass. "You haven't told me how you like your new team mates."

Yamcha turned back to Bulma with a smile and began talking about his new baseball team. Bulma had his undivided attention for the next fifteen minutes as he talked about the new team, new city, and various baseball related highlights. Bulma nodded and smiled as she ate her meal glad for his undivided attention on their anniversary.

"So the second base coach said….he said….," Yamcha trailed.

Bulma looked behind her to see what had distracted her boyfriend. Oh, a blond. She does have a nice rack though. Bulma sighed taking another sip of wine. The rest of the meal was eaten in silence.

They had sex when Yamcha took her home. They didn't make love, they didn't fuck, they had sex simple, perfunctory, quick. It was expected it was their anniversary. Yamcha left soon after, he had practice early tomorrow.

The next day after her shower Bulma stood in front of the full length mirror in her bathroom. She examined her body with a critical eye a scientific eye. Her hair was long (since she got rid of that awful perm) and hung down her back in thick blue waves. Her skin was smooth and glowed with good health. She had a narrow waist, nicely rounded hips, a great rack, she was tight and firm and beautiful and dammit she knew it. She worked hard to maintain her appearance. She ran every morning, then had an hour of yoga or palliates, she ate healthy, got regular facials and various other skin treatment to maintain her skins health and youthful appearance. So why wasn't it enough? Oh, she knew that men liked to look at women in general, it was biological, but most men didn't look like Yamcha. They weren't so blatant, they tried to hide it. Not Yamcha. Lately it seemed to be getting worse.

Maybe she should do something different with her hair. Cut it or die it, shave it all off. Maybe she should get a tattoo, maybe across her forehead that said Yamcha look at me dammit!

Bulma sighed as she turned away from the mirror. She had to get dressed. Today she was representing her father at a board meeting. Shaking her head to clear the self doubt from her mind Bulma resolved to ponder the Yamcha issue latter.

It had been a week since Bulma had last seen her boyfriend. She had spent a considerable amount of time pondering the how to regain Yamcha's attention. After carefully analyzing the situation Bulma had come to the conclusion that the relationship had become stale and that Yamcha was board, if she was being honest with herself she was board with him (had been board for a long time), but she wasn't being honest with herself. As the women it was her job to fix the relationship. To that end, Bulma was on the phone making reservations for a room in the same hotel Yamcha and his team would be staying in tomorrow.

As the clerk was confirming the arrival time and room details with her Vegeta came into view. He was walking towards her, well not towards her but to the kitchen, but since she was staring out the kitchen window it seemed like he was coming towards her. Bulma's mind flashed back to her dream last night.

She was standing on the patio outside the family room; Vegeta was walking across the lawn towards her. Bulma wondered what he could possibly want. Vegeta rarely ever talked to her unless it was to communicate about food or the gravity room.

As he reached her she opened her mouth to ask what he wanted. Before the words could leave her moth though Vegeta's arms were wrapped around her body and his lips were on hers. In the way of dreams Bulma didn't question why she just went with it.

Vegeta's hands slid down her arms to her hips in a long sweeping caress. As she wrapped her arms around him Vegeta deepened the kiss their tongues sliding sensually across each other. Bulma shivered as his hands brushed across the undersides of her breasts as they worked there way up her body. Gently tugging her head back to expose her neck to his tender lips he coerced a low moan from somewhere deep within her. Continuing his assault on her neck one hand slid around to her back and slowly started unzipping her dress. She felt the cool breeze against her heated flesh his hot mouth on her neck and as her dress slipped from her shoulders… she woke up.

"…Miss Briefs…. Miss Briefs are you still their," the desk clerks voice came across the phone.

Blinking once Bulma started fanning her flushed face with her hand, "Yes I'm sorry what was that?"

"How do you want to pay for your room Miss Briefs?"

"I believe that Capsule Corp. has a corporate account with you."

"Of course Miss Briefs, we will see you tomorrow at nine p.m. then."

"Thanks." Bulma hung up the phone turning around to see Vegeta sitting at the table working his way through a mountain of food in front of him.

Vegeta quirked an eye brow as the woman's face slowly turned pink. Her big blue eyes were as wide as they could go as she started stuttering incoherently. What was the woman's problem? He was about to snap at her to spit out whatever she was trying to say, when her father walked in.

"Bulma I got your message. What was it you wanted to speak to me about?"

Bulma was so happy to see her dad she gave him a big hug before answering.

"I wanted to let you know I'm going out of town for a day or two, hopefully two."

"Ok. Where are you going?"

"I'm going to surprise Yamcha," she replied brightly.

Her father sighed and looked down at his shoes. Bulma was a little surprised at her dad's reaction.

"What? We've been dating for years dad surely you can't be concerned about me spending time alone with him."

Looking uncomfortable Dr. Briefs started looking around the room his eyes focused on a point over Bulma's shoulder.

"Listen I don't get involved in your love life Bulma. I've always given you the freedom to make your own choices, but do you really want to go chasing after Yamcha?"

"I'm not chasing him. I'm surprising him."

"You too have been doing this on again off again thing since you were kids. You're so different; your energies are so opposite it's surprising you're still together. Let me ask you this, when was the last time you were happy with Yamcha?"

Bulma was stunned. She felt like her dad had just sucker punched her in the face. Was he right? Were their problems more than just the bumps in the road a couple in a long term relationship inevitably encounter, were they at the basic cellular level just not compatible. No that couldn't be, she wouldn't allow it to be. She had spent years with Yamcha; put so much effort in this relationship that the thought of it being a mistake was unthinkable. No, she needed to see Yamcha to surprise him rekindle the spark and prove to herself that she had not been wasting her time.

"Come on Dad 'not the same energies' you've been spending to much time with mom."

Bulma left the room to pack while Dr. Briefs shook his head sadly behind her. Well she was just going to have to make her own mistakes, she always was hard headed.

So, Vegeta thought, the women was planning to "surprise" the stupid weakling. Well that explained the sent of desire he smelled. She practically reeked of lust, for a moment there he had almost thought it might be him she desired. That thought should disgust him more than it did, and that disturbed him. Oh well it wasn't him she lusted over so better not to think of the matter any longer, besides he had more important things to focus his thoughts like reaching Legendary status and defeating Kakarotto.

Bulma arrived at the hotel at 9 p.m. exactly her room was two floors above Yamcha's, and considerably nicer. She normally would stay in the sweet, however the team's manager happened to be at this game and he had rented it. Her room was large though, with a king sized bed and sitting room area with comfortable couches and chairs. All in all she was pleased by her accommodations (given such a short notice). She had brought a small bag loaded with candles, message oils, and some new sexy lingerie. Looking in the mirror over the dresser Bulma quickly retouched her red lipstick and ran a hand through her thick wavy locks. You look great, she assured herself, he's going to be so happy to see you.

She headed straight down to Yamcha's room. She had gotten his room number from the front desk clerk a helpful and rather star struck girl who wanted to impress the great Bulma Briefs. She knocked, but there was no answer.

Bulma shrugged her shoulders he was probably at the bar downstairs. She made her way to the elevator pushing the down arrow and waited. The door opened and there was Yamcha…kissing a brunet. Bulma's stomach bottomed out and the color drained from her face, for a moment there, a scary moment, she felt like she was about to faint. It was pure will power that prevented her legs from buckling and blackness washing over her. Yamcha of course didn't notice a thing; he was still kissing the brunet. Bulma felt a crushing disappointment as she realized her father had been right, she had wasted her time. Yamcha was still kissing the brunet. Bulma put her hand on the elevator door to prevent it from closing and cleared her throat to gain his attention.

"Bulma!"

"Yamcha," she was proud at how calm she sounded, actually she was calm, disappointed, but calm. That was curious she should be angry shouldn't she? She put that question away to examine later.

"Babe, this isn't what it….I mean it's not….I didn't know you would be here." Yamcha hung his head in shame color staining his cheeks. The brunet had quietly and quickly exited the elevator and was now know where to be seen. Smart girl.

"Obviously. You need to get out of the elevator Yamcha."

Yamcha exited the elevator and Bulma got in they stared at each other as the doors closed. His face flushed with embarrassment and shame hers carefully blank.

Going back to her room Bulma collected her bag. Then she left the hotel and she left Yamcha. She didn't cry until she was at home in the privacy of her room.

She had only cried that one time. She had tried to cry more, she really had. Didn't the death of a long term relationship deserve more than one night of tears? Of course it did, but one night of morning was all she seemed to be able to give. It was like she had somehow known somewhere deep down inside, in some hidden part of her sole, that Yamcha was not the right person for her. So she had mourned for one night and cried her tears, but not for the loss of Yamcha. No, she had cried for the idea of the committed relationship and easy companionship she had thought she had, but that in her heart she knew never really existed. Yamcha hadn't broken her heart, Bulma realized, because he had never had it in the first place. What kind of person did that make her, she wondered.

Having sorted through her feelings on the matter Bulma began to start her life without a boyfriend. She got up early every morning to run five miles sometimes she pushed for seven or eight. She then either had her yoga or Pilates class for an hour, once week she added a cardio strip tease class to her routine. She loved that class it made her feel sexy and powerful at the same time. The rest of her day was devoted to work. She had reduced her laboratory time to only two days a week in order to devote four days to the business side of Capsule Corp.

She hated it. However, it was necessary her father was getting older and showed little interest in participating in the business side of things, preferring (as Bulma did) to stay in the laboratory. Now that she was clearly of age it was her duty to step up and start running things, and that is what she did. Besides she was better at business than her father and they both knew it.

Soon the employees at Capsule Corp. new it as well. Bulma Briefs was more than just a pretty face. She was smart she was tough and she was most definitely in charge. Her employees learned to fear her wrath for she did not suffer idiots and fools, and if you displeased her you found yourself chewed out and out of a job. Bulma Briefs ruled her little empire with an iron fist.