Sooooo, as I feel is necessary with some of my fics, I shall offer a short explanation of what this is: This particular story is a collection of chapters that are short stories in themselves. They will all be in the same universe, will all center around the Briefs, and will usually be either romance, comedy, or a combination of the two.

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Vegeta entered through the back door of Capsule Corporation at the very end of the day. The sun was almost completely down and the chaos before dinner was already beginning. Mrs. Briefs was cooking away at dinner, Dr. Briefs was having a beer while watching Mrs. Briefs cook, and Bulma was nowhere to be seen... yet. As soon as this realization hit the Saiyan prince, she rounded the corner with an armload of tools and almost walked straight into him.

"Dammit, Woman! Watch where you're going!" he growled. All he wanted at the moment was to shower and begin to relax a little before dinner.

"Well, excuse me!" Bulma fired back, shifting the tools in her arms. Her face was smudged with oil and her usually fragrant scent was diminished from the smell of exhaust and other byproducts of machinery. While he was training, she must have spent the entire day in the garage making repairs. She hadn't even bothered to put on makeup, not that he really minded or cared; it was simply unusual. She scowled at him just the same with or without. "You know, I have been working all day making repairs to the stupid bots you keep breaking. You could at least use your manners and apologize for snapping at me like a pig-headed jerk!"

Vegeta simply smirked and continued on down the hallway, brushing past her on his way. She nearly lost a grip on the tools and shouted after him for that. For such a small earthling she certainly packed a nice set of lungs. He was sure that if she kept on yelling he would be able to hear her all the way in the bathroom connected to his bedroom. He chuckled a little under his breath as he entered the room and slid the door shut. A shower sounded so incredibly inviting after such an intense day of training. He felt like he really had taken great strides toward his goal since he had been training in the gravity capsule. His muscles ached in that familiar, satisfying way that he had grown accustomed to feeling after every workout. Indeed, he would surpass Kakarott...

No water!? He turned the faucets on the shower on and off but no water came out. How could it be broken? Great... he thought. I'll have to ask the woman to fix it. Then I'll have to hear her bitch and moan about it for another week or so. This wasn't my doing either... he massaged his forehead with an ungloved hand and slammed the shower door hard enough for it to rattle loudly in its casings. At least I didn't break that too.

"Woman! Hey!" he called, poking his head out of the bathroom door. "Woman!"

"For Kami's sake, Vegeta! My name is Bulma. I don't know why you're so allergic to using it!" Bulma yelled back, ascending the stairs. "And don't even think I am coming up here for you, by the way. I left something in my room."

"Now that you're up here, the shower is broken," Vegeta remarked with a sneer. He imitated her in a high voice, "and don't even think I am the one who broke it because I came up here and it was like that already."

Bulma stood with her arms akimbo, staring daggers at him. "You're such a smartass. How did you break it?"

"Were you not listening to what I just said? It was like that when I came up here."

"I haven't heard that excuse from you before."

Vegeta sighed as she walked past him and fiddled with the faucets for a minute. She then stuck her hands in her pockets and leaned up against the tile wall. "Yep. It's broken. I'll have to fix it when I'm not so swamped with scorched training bots. You can use my shower for today. I'll work on it later."

"Your shower?" Vegeta asked, raising a brow. "Interesting."

"What? It's not like I'm going to go in there and shower with you. It looks the same as yours. You won't even notice a difference," she said, waving a hand dismissively. "Follow me."

In all the time he had been at Capsule Corporation, he had never been in Bulma's room. As soon as he stepped in, it was overwhelming how everything smelled just like she did all the time. Her laundry was scattered all over her room like her laundry basket had exploded. Piles of magazines sat at the end of her bed, photos lined her headboard, and blueprints covered her desk. It surprised him that he couldn't smell any traces of the earthling she fancied so much. He knew they had been having problems and just because he hadn't seen the weakling around recently didn't mean she hadn't seen him. Vegeta spent so much time training that he didn't even see a lot of Bulma some weeks. He lingered behind her for a second to look at the pictures on her headboard. There were plenty of pictures of her with people he didn't know, some of her and her parents, and one of her and a much younger Kakarott with the dragonballs but none of Yumchow (or whatever his name was). Perhaps they had decided to call it quits? Bulma noticed Vegeta was lagging behind and stepped back out of her bathroom.

"That last one is me and Goku when we were kids," she said, leaning against the doorway. As if he needed telling...

"I noticed," he remarked. Slowly, he backed away from the bedside and followed Bulma into the bathroom. This room was just as messy as the bedroom. Her makeup covered the counters, some spilled on the tiles as well, but at least her laundry was mostly piled up next to the toilet. How could she be so messy in her own living space?

"Here's a towel. The controls are the same. I see you didn't grab anything from your shower so you can use my shampoo and stuff," Bulma noted as she handed him a fluffy white towel. "Please don't break it."

"I didn't break the other one!" Vegeta fired back defensively as she closed the door behind her. "And I'm not going to use your shampoo," he added, though she was out of earshot. He shook his head and set the towel down on the closed toilet seat. He looked a little closer at her counters, his lip slightly curled in disgust. She had more makeup than he could ever fathom a use for. Brushes, tubes, bottles, and other mysterious packages absolutely covered the tile counters. Pots of open shadows sat open, staring up at him curiously, and droplets of ivory foundation stuck hard to the counter top. He shuttered a little before turning away and nearly slipping on something on the floor. He had stepped on a little pink lace bra, but kicked it away furiously once he recognized exactly what it was. Women wore such tiny excuses for garments sometimes.

Finally, he removed his training clothes and stepped into the hot shower. Immediately he felt somewhat at ease as the water ran over his aching muscles. He attempted to clear his mind, inhaling the steam, but he was somewhat distracted by the overwhelming scent of the room. Regardless of it being a bathroom, it smelled so strongly of the blue-haired woman, of Bulma. He had been holding his eyes shut against the water but opened them to observe the contents of the shower. Everything was so brightly colored from her body wash to her shampoo to her razor and shaving cream. What was the purpose of making everything so goddamn colorful? He picked up her shampoo and opened it, pouring some in his hand to smell it. It had a very light scent that was very familiar. Lilac Breeze, he read on the container. Lightly scented. Good for color treated hair. He set that bottle down and picked up her body wash. Without even popping the lid off he could tell this was the scent he usually smelled on her. It wasn't as enticing on it's own without mixing with her body chemistry, but it still smelled like her. He couldn't tell why but he wanted to keep smelling it. He poured some into his hands and rubbed them together, the scent filling the shower stall.

Quickly, he stuck his hands under the hot stream of water and held them there until they began to redden from the heat and water pressure. He then turned the water on cold and stood motionless beneath the showerhead. He knew that he was somewhat attracted to Bulma, even if he couldn't figure out exactly how or why, but he was able to force the urges and thoughts into the back of his mind with his blood-boiling desire to reach Super Saiyan. Just standing there in her shower in her room was slightly distracting, however.

A short time later, Vegeta went downstairs and sat down at the table with Bulma to eat. Her parents had taken their food outside to eat on the patio but Bulma's intense dislike of mosquitoes kept her indoors for meals. He grabbed a plate and loaded it up with a ridiculous amount of food and began to eat. Bulma was already enjoying a few potstickers. "I can smell that you found my body wash. It's very pretty on you, Vegeta," she remarked, winking at him playfully.

"It fell and the top came off. I just picked it up," he said in annoyed reassurance. It got on everything."

"I was just playing with you. Don't worry." She poured herself a glass of guava juice and sipped on it in the tension-filled silence. She watched Vegeta eat until he looked up at her and she quickly looked away. She then looked back up and waited for his gaze to return.

"What are you staring at?" he growled, irritated.

"Do you want to go grab some ice cream after dinner?" she asked.

He stuffed a potsticker in his mouth, chewed, swallowed and replied, "Sure."