A/N: Hello all! This is my first crack at a DBZ fanfiction! I chose to be a bit safe and do a three year gap story. This story will get rather dark, and rather intense in later chapters, so please be prepared. I hope this is an acceptable return to fanfiction (haven't written in 8 years!). This first chapter has a bit of a songfic feel to it, but it's definitely not a common theme for this story. I just used it to add a bit of context to the chapter. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own DragonBall Z, and all lyrics presented in this fanfic belong to their respective artists.

Songs used: Pitbull - Give Me Everything; Cobra Starship - Good Girls Go Bad; Ke$ha - Die Young; Jason Derulo - In My Head; Sara Evans - Tonight

For your information:

"..." regular speech

'...' thoughts

"..." sung song lyrics

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For Every Action

Chapter 1 - Love and Loss

Bulma strode across the Capsule Corp compound in the direction of the most surly houseguest planet Earth had ever seen. Though she usually made a point to not interrupt Vegeta while he was training, today was different. Today was special. She rapped her dainty knuckles on the door to the Gravity Room and waited for the prince to open. She was not at all surprised to recognize a well-defined scowl on his face when he finally opened the door. He opened his mouth to berate her for her intrusion into his training time, but when he saw the look in her eyes and the smile on her face, he paused.

"I know you hate when I bother you, Vegeta," She said, smirking slightly, "It's just that I wanted to let you know that the Capsule Corporation is hosting a charity event for a local children's hospital this evening. There will be lots of people, which I know you don't really like, but there's a ton of special foods and good music and I think it would be nice if you showed up, at least for a little while." Bulma blurted out the final part of her speech so fast that anyone else may have a hard time following. Vegeta frowned even harder and crossed his arms over his chest.

"That sounds absolutely ridiculous, woman. I will attend no such event. Now leave me in peace." Vegeta said, his tone betraying the irritation he felt, whilst his face did not.

Bulma sighed heavily and placed her hand on his forearm and looked up at him. Vegeta felt a stirring in his stomach and dismissed it to his discomfort with her touch. He quickly stepped back, leaving her hand hanging in midair.

"Come on, you train day in and day out! Just relax for one night, have a little fun. Please, Vegeta?" Bulma whined, pulling her hand back to rest over her heart.

Her toned surprised him immensely, she was usually quick, sharp and vicious with her words. Begging, Vegeta thought, did not suit her at all. It made him ponder about the importance of this party, and he wondered why it would be different than any other event. He decided the only way to know, would be to attend. Even though his curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to attend just to see what could cause such a change of demeanour in his gracious host, he would not let her win so easily.

"And why exactly would I want to honour a horde of humans with my presence?" He pressed, smirking at her.

Bulma scoffed and Vegeta finally saw her eyes become lit with the fire he craved. Wait, what? He craved no such thing, and threw away the thought as quickly as it came.

"You arrogant jerk! It's for sick kids! What more reason do you need?!" She screeched at him.

"Well if you humans weren't so damn obsessed with saving the life of every sick weakling, child or not, we wouldn't be having this conversation. It's no wonder the inhabitants of this mudball are so weak, you mess with nature!" Vegeta replied, eyeing Bulma intensely. The quick retaliation he was expecting from her did not come, instead, her eyes got watery and she let out a squeaking sound that he could only assume was a suppressed sob.

'Oh no,' he thought 'Anything but this crap.' But his thoughts were useless, and suddenly hot tears streamed down Bulma's face. He felt another stirring in his stomach, though very different from the first. He could only repress the voice in his mind that told him it was guilt. Bulma turned away from him, ashamed at her sudden show of emotions. How had he managed to ruin such a wonderful day?

"I apologize for interrupting you. You'll be happy to know I'm currently working on an update for the gravity capacity for you. I should be finished by next week. Have a nice evening. Alone. Jackass." Bulma stopped speaking as she felt her temper flare again. She had promised she wouldn't get angry today, that she would keep this part of herself in check. She walked away, and didn't look back.

Vegeta sighed. Living with this woman had been a trying experience for him. Especially of late. She was constantly impressing him with new training equipment and now she was working on something new for the GR without him even asking for it. He was starting to look forward to a ruthless verbal spar with her, and even caught himself admiring her body when she work on fixing his GR. It was too much. Too confusing. So he buried himself in training, the aching of his muscles at the end of the day enough to put him straight to sleep, into the world of dreams where he could escape the blue-haired banshee. But he wondered how long that would last. How long until she infiltrated herself into his subconscious as well?

Having already decided to attend this evening's party, he stepped out of his GR and made his way to his room to take a long shower.

Bulma took a deep breath and fell into the cushy chair of her antique, white vanity. She closed her eyes, counted to ten, and then reopened them. She applied a small amount of mascara, a touch of pink lip gloss and fluffed her hair. She grabbed her keys, chucked her cell phone into her purse and quickly made her way downstairs. She grabbed a small apple from a basket on the kitchen island, rushed outside to pop her preferred capsule car and sped off towards one of her favourite places in the whole city. After all, she mustn't be late.

When Vegeta felt he was clean, he shut off the shower, stepped out onto a soft, fluffy bathroom rug and proceeded to dry himself off with a quick blast of ki.

His personal bathroom at Capsule Corp was one of the luxuries he secretly adored. There were no time or temperature restrictions. Most of all, there wasn't any prying, treacherous aliens trying to murder him in a small moment of vulnerability. It was bliss.

Without bothering to cover himself up, Vegeta left the bathroom and headed for his rarely, if never, used walk-in closet. He had seen Dr. Briefs and his wife attend similar functions and therefore had a vague idea of what attire would be appropriate. He also knew Mrs. Briefs had stocked his closet with Earthling clothing for all occasions. He noticed a few black bags on hangers in the farthest part of closet. He unzipped the bag and was satisfied when he found precisely what he was looking for. It was a crisp, black, 3 piece suit. He quickly re-zipped the bag, took it out of the closet and tossed the entirety on the bed. He saw the array of ties that had been chosen for him, but decided against it, as he didn't want something that looked so tight and uncomfortable wrapped around his neck. He then began a search for some reasonable footwear. He was surprised to find nearly all the shoes he was provided with were boots. At least the footwear would be familiar to him. He grabbed a pair of the shinier, black ones and tossed them casually on the floor next to the bed. Now satisfied that he wouldn't look like a complete moron at the party, he threw on some boxers and jeans and headed downstairs for something to eat.

To his dismay, Mrs. Briefs wasn't bustling around the kitchen preparing his lunch as she did most every day. He walked to the refrigerator to attempt to make himself something that would, hopefully, turn out to be edible. To his great relief, there seemed to be container upon container filled with food stacked on top of each other, all ready for him to eat, in the fridge. He had come to know that these leftovers could be heated quickly in a small, noisy box and he found himself quietly thankful that Mrs. Briefs had thought of him.

He ate quickly and noiselessly. He was stunned with himself as he realized he had left a handful of containers of food untouched. He assumed his lack of appetite was due to his promised dinner of delicacies later that evening. What other reason could someone have for not being hungry before a big party with lots of people they don't know?

A quick glance at the clock made him realize that he had no idea what time he should arrive at said party. He didn't even know where in the compound it would be held. He searched for Bulma's ki to go ask her, but frowned when he realized she had left without him noticing.

Well damn. He was going to have to ask the blond woman.

Vegeta shuddered.

He quickly located her ki signature and found it to be on a side of the compound he had yet to visit. He swiftly made his way to her, and was baffled when he found her in a beautiful, enormous ballroom. Vegeta may have liked the place, if he didn't feel like it reminded him of his now nonexistent palace.

"Servant woman!" he hollered in Mrs. Briefs' general direction.

"Oh! Vegeta! I left your lunch in the fridge! Did you need more food? Or perhaps something refreshing to drink?" she called back to him.

"No. The food was fine. I want to know at which time your function beings." He said, looking quite intently at a pillar to his right.

Bunny Briefs was quick to guess that Bulma and invited her handsome houseguest to the party. Deciding to ponder her daughter's action (and Vegeta's reaction) later, she told him:

"Guests are expected to start arriving around 7 pm. Bulma is planning to make her arrival around 7:30. Any time between then would be perfect." Vegeta nodded. He turned and left without another word, silently relieved the conversation with the creepy blond was over.

Figuring he had quite some time before he actually had to be seen again, Vegeta made his way back to his bedroom. He dropped gracefully to the floor at the foot of his bed and slipped into meditation for the remainder of the afternoon.

Bulma walked up to the front door, her freshly pressed and cleaned dress draped over her arm in a protective plastic bag. She darted up the stairs to her bedroom, closed and locked the door. No interruptions, she thought, if she wanted to look perfect. A small voice in the back of her head reminded her that Saiyans were impervious to locks, and that locking the door wouldn't keep him out. She sighed, hoped he would leave her alone. Just for tonight.

She pondered the reason for the party as she shifted through her mounds of eye shadows. Though her parents were in fact donating a large sum of money to the children's hospital, and trying to convince their business partners to do the same, Mrs. Briefs was known for playing matchmaker with her daughter, and Bulma suspected that this evening was actually an occasion for Yamcha to see her all dolled up. A smile crept onto her face when she thought of what his reaction would be when he saw her tonight. She wondered if tonight finally presented the opportunity for Yamcha to claim her, would he finally propose to her? It was a perfect setting. Letting all the Capsule Corp employees and business partners know she was finally off the market. Many of them had sons who tried to pursue her, or had even tried to pursue her themselves. Her heart fluttered in her chest, and she wondered how she would react, and what the ring would look like.

She had truly picked the ideal dress for the occasion. It was an empire-waist, royal blue, floor length, chiffon gown. The slight sweetheart neckline was lined many small diamonds, as was the waistline. The dressed flowed softly away from her bust and made her feel like she was floating. A final detail, a small, elegant cap sleeve that rested on the peak of her shoulder. It was perfect.

She decided on a dark, sultry eye shadow and a nearly neutral, pink lip gloss. She grabbed a pair of white, strappy, high-heeled sandals to complete her look and got to work on making herself perfect for Yamcha.

Vegeta quite enjoyed his afternoon. When he had enough of meditation, he allowed himself a long nap. It was exactly 7pm when he woke. He started to get changed for the party. The suit fit perfectly. And that was extremely uncomfortable to him. The pants caused him no trouble, but the jacket was ridiculously restrictive, in terms of arm movements. He decided to abandon it and simply leave the black vest over a crimson red shirt, which he had rolled the sleeves up to his elbows and left two buttons open at his neck. He put on his boots and laced them tightly. Overall, he was pleased with his look and marched over to the Capsule Corporation Grand Ballroom.

When he arrived, at 7:12, he was shocked to see the room fully decorated. Small, round tables filled nearly the whole room, covered in elegant linens with fine china and candles on the surface. The ceiling seemed lower as large bands of sheer fabric flowed from various points in the room to finally join together in the perfect middle of room, linked by a magnificent crystal chandelier. Additionally, he noted that the room was already filled with chattering people in suits and gowns, and that various food smells floated pleasantly across the room. He felt his mouth water and made his way to the largest buffet table he had ever seen.

Vegeta discovered that piggies in a blanket (what a bizarre name – he thought), California rolls, bacon wrapped scallops and French brie on vegetable flavoured crackers were the most amazing things he had ever tasted. Bruschetta on garlic bread and spinach dip on a warm pita were close seconds. Finally, he realized he detested olives and refused to get anywhere near the deviled eggs. Bulma had been right about the food. He tried everything once, and took multiple plates of his favourites. If he hadn't been busy currently shoving as many scallops in his mouth he could without losing any, he would have noticed the crowed became very hushed as the clock reached 7:30...

"Oh!" he heard from across the room. He swallowed and turned to see what could have caused Mrs. Briefs to suddenly exclaim.

But it wasn't what. It was who. His jaw went slack.

It was Bulma. And Vegeta swore he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

Bulma smiled softly and went to greet her parents, who were standing by the bar.

"My goodness darling! You look stunning." her father cooed at her.

"Thank you Daddy." She leaned in to peck her father on the cheek.

Bulma went over to hug her mother and whispered in her ear: "Is he here yet?"

Bunny's smile momentarily faltered.

"Not yet, but I'm sure he'll be here any moment, darling." She whispered back. Bulma's surprise at Yamcha's lateness was quickly replaced by anger as she pulled away from her mother.

"I'm going to go present the check now, okay Daddy?" Bulma said, while gritting her teeth. He nodded at her and rubbed her shoulder in a very paternal fashion. She calmed down, put her best business smile on and went over to the small stage where a band was playing.

Vegeta's eyes followed the slow movements of Bulma's body as she walked to the stage. She start to prattle on about Capsule Corporation and sick brats, but all he could see was her lips moving, his ears didn't even process the sounds she was making. He willed his eyes to stay focused on her face, but his body rebelled and his eyes began to roam. First he noticed she changed her hair. It was back to being flowing and shiny, and in his opinion, how it was supposed to be. It settled just above her shoulders, and she had it styled in gentle waves, with a small, jewel encrusted barrette retaining a small portion of her hair just above her ear and it framed her face beautifully. His eyes followed her jaw line down to her neck, over her shoulder and...

The crowd applauded loudly, and Bulma left the stage. Vegeta blinked and instantly grew aggravated with himself for admiring the beautiful woman he lived with. He took one last scallop, shoved it in his mouth and walked over to the darkest corner of the room. He leaned on the wall, crossed his arms and glared at everyone in the room. He began to ruminate on his sudden lack of control, and decided it would never happen again.

Bulma walked off the stage and smiled politely at everyone she passed on her way to the bar.

"One glass of my merlot, please." She asked the bartender. Her voice was calm, but she was absolutely livid. Where the hell was Yamcha? She took her glass of wine and began making the rounds, doing what she does best: using her looks and feminine charm to influence weak-willed men.

After about two hours, and three more glasses of wine, Bulma's rage was replaced with worry. Yamcha was well aware of how important this event was to her. He wouldn't just ditch her, she was certain of it. So something must have happened to him. She checked repeatedly with her security personnel if Yamcha had perhaps arrived without her knowledge. They were starting to pity the clearly distressed heiress.

Bunny was very aware of the growing anxiety that her daughter was exhibiting, so she made her way over to the buffet table in search of the Saiyan prince.

"Vegeta?" She called when she didn't see him. She jumped when he stepped out of the shadows to her left. He stared intensely at her, silently demanding to know why she was looking for him.

"Bulma is upset because Yamcha isn't here yet. Do you think you could go talk to her? She's starting to scare off the guests!" Mrs. Briefs pleaded to him.

Vegeta scowled at her, then he considered her words. So the scar-faced loser was supposed to be present, but never showed. How deliciously tragic.

"Fine." He responded, refusing to miss an opportunity to remind the woman of her atrociously poor choice of mate.

"Oh thank you, Vegeta!" Bunny said, smiling brightly at him. "And may I add, you look absolutely dashing tonight!" She giggled and made her way back to her husband, complimenting everyone she met on the way.

As Vegeta started to make his way over to the bar, where Bulma was now sipping on something pink in a triangular shaped glass, he noticed that the band was packing up. They were swiftly replaced by a young disk jockey. The lighting changed dramatically and a thumping noise started to come out of the speakers. He growled slightly, the sound hurting his sensitive ears. People started to conglomerate in the area in front of the DJ and started to dance. That's when Vegeta realized that Bulma wasn't the only vulgar woman on Earth. Far from it, in fact.

He sat on the bar stool next to her. He turned to look at her when she didn't respond to his sudden appearance. Her face was flushed pink and her eyes had a glassy quality to them. She was undeniably drunk.

"Woman." He said sternly, announcing his presence. Bulma visibly jumped at the harsh sound.

"Vegeta? What the hell are you doing here?" she said angrily, her small hand tightening around her glass.

"You invited me here, stupid woman." He replied.

Her demeanour changed instantly as she realized he was right and at least someone she had invited had shown up. She smiled at him, but failed to notice the slight blush that appeared on his face when she did so.

"Have you ever had alcohol, Vegeta?" she asked, curious of the effects of alcohol on Saiyans, since Goku never got near the stuff.

"Occasionally. Most alcohol we had was anything left over from purges. And if there were any large amounts, they were brought to Frieza." Vegeta answered. He then wondered why he chose to divulge so much information to her. A simple "yes" or "no" would have sufficed...

"Well then!" she exclaimed "Bartender, two shots of my favourite tequila with lemon and salt, please good sir!" The bartender chuckled at her and reached under the bar to retrieve Bulma's private liquor.

"What is tequila?" Vegeta asked as the bartender placed a shot glass filled with liquor in front of himself and Bulma, also placing a salt shaker between them.

"It's my favourite liquor. It's warm and makes me feel so very right." Bulma mused, her eyes glazing over.

"Hn."

"Okay, now do what I do." Bulma licked the outside of her hand between her thumb and index finger and covered the wet area in salt. Vegeta stared at her incredulously. He searched her facial features to find any hint that she was trying to make a fool of him, When he found none, he imitated her.

"Alright so now we lick the salt off, then take the shot, and as soon as you're done, bite the lemon okay?" Bulma instructed with excitement in her voice. She was going to do a shot with the Prince of all Saiyans, himself!

Vegeta nodded and took the tiny glass between his fingers and looked and Bulma.

"One, two, three!" she practically yelled.

Lick. Gulp. Bite. Dear Kami.

Bulma giggled hysterically as she watched Vegeta's facial expressions change while he experienced his first shot of tequila.

The combination of strong flavours quickly overwhelmed the prince's mouth. Though it was intense, it wasn't unpleasant. The initial shock wore off, and Vegeta felt the liquid warm his mouth, throat and stomach. Bulma waited anxiously for the prince's evaluation of her beloved golden substance. He smirked handsomely and a mischievous flamed danced in his eyes.

"Another." He demanded. Bulma squealed with joy. Vegeta flinched and covered his ears.

"You heard him! Two more!" Bulma shouted at the bartender.

Bulma and Vegeta sat at the bar for another hour. Bulma got two more shots, before the bartender cut her off. Vegeta got in eight more. Bulma chatted aimlessly to him about her childhood. How she hated sports, loved strawberry ice cream and there was a small spark on the outskirts of West City that she thought was magical in the winter. He listened intently to everything she said, never interrupting, absorbing all that she wanted to share with him. He was jolted out of his trance when she squealed midsentence.

"Seriously, that chick was the biggest bitch I've ever met – OH MY KAMI Vegeta. I love this soooong." She stood up, grabbed his hand, looked into his eyes and said:

"Dance with me."

"What?!" But he couldn't get in another word before he let himself get tugged to the dance floor by the blue haired siren. The man she had been ready to marry, long gone from her mind.

She started to dance in front of him, and when he just stood there awkwardly, she laughed. She turned around, placed his hands on her hips and pressed her behind firmly against his pelvis. His eyes darted around the room and he relaxed when he saw most the women in the room were acting similarly. Bulma moved quickly with the music, and he relished the feel of her pressed so tightly against him. He took no notice to the words of the song. That is until Bulma to sing along.

"Grab somebody sexy, and tell them Hey! Give me everything tonight. Give me everything tonight. Give me everything tonight. Give me everything tonight. Give me everything tonight. "

His grip tightened on her hips at the sweet sounds, and she threw her arms up to interlock her hands behind his neck, giving the best view of her breast he ever had. Figuring he would never see them so much ever again, he let himself stare.

"Excuse me, I might drink a little more than I should tonight. And I might take you home with me, if I could tonight. And, baby, Imma make you feel so good, tonight. Cause we might not get tomorrow."

They danced song after song, both of them quickly losing track of time. Bulma would occasionally sing along to a few choice lyrics, and Vegeta felt like they were being burned into his memory.

"I know your type. Boy you're dangerous. Yeah you're that guy I'd be stupid to trust. But just one night couldn't be so wrong. You make me want to lose control."

"So while you're here in my arms, let's make the most of the night, like we're gonna die young."

"In my head, I see you all over me. In my head, you fulfill my fantasy. You'll be screaming out. In my head, it's going down."

But he lost it when she smirked devilishly at him and stalked off to request a song.

"My song is up next." She whispered into his ear when she returned, and the arousal he was doing a fair job at hiding made itself known. She nibbled on his earlobe and waited for her song to start. To say Vegeta was stunned by the lyrics was an understatement.

"They don't understand you. You're from a whole 'nother world. A different dimension. You open my eyes. And I'm ready to go, lead me into the light. Kiss me, kiss me. Infect me with your love and fill me with your poison. Take me, take me. Wanna be a victim. Ready for abduction.

Boy, you're an alien. Your touch so foreign. It's supernatural. Extraterrestrial."

It took every ounce of practiced self-control for him not to pounce on her and ravage her on this very dance floor. Her body was perfectly molded to his, their bodies were hot and sweaty, they practically had one foot in the bed already... Then the music stopped, and no new song started up. The DJ announced that he was about to play the last song of the evening, and it was a ballad.

Vegeta panicked. Ballads were for couples. Surely, she wouldn't make him dance with her, would she? He got his answer when she faced him and without hesitation wrapped her hands around his neck and leaned her head on his chest. When the song began, Bulma started moving them in a slow, circular motion. It was he that noticed lyrics this time.

/If I had a weakness
You sure found it tonight
Some hidden desperation
You saw floatin' in my eyes

And I don't know what's wrong baby
And I sure don't know what's right/

His arms were wrapped tightly around her small frame, and for a moment he imagined that he would never have to let her go. And that was alright.

/Lonely woman, lonely man
There's just some things only lonely understands/

"You look beautiful tonight." He was surprised to hear himself say.

She looked up at him. Their eyes connected, and his head lowered slightly. He leaned in to kiss her. But he never got the chance, as Bulma smiled and passed out in his arms.

He chuckled when guests around him gasped. He gently picked her up bridal style and headed back to the living quarters of the compound to put her to bed. He blushed as he passed the Briefs, and nodded his goodnight to them. Mrs. Briefs smiled largely and Dr. Briefs looked very pensive.

When he arrived at Bulma's room, he set her down on the bed, removed her shoes, and then stared at her sleeping body. Her hair was everywhere, and he found that he could not fight the urge to reach out and touch it. It was so soft it made his finger tips tingle. Just as he was about to pull away, a tiny hand shot out and grabbed his shirt. He froze. He looked over to her face to find she was still slumbering. He mentally sighed in relief. When he tried to pry her hand from him, it only tightened. He didn't particularly feel like breaking her fingers, so he did the only thing his semi-drunken brain could come up with. He kicked off his boots and climbed into bed with her. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he could feel sleep licking at his consciousness. The closeness of their bodies forced Bulma's scent to flood his sensitive nose. She smelled of wildflowers, and there was a hint of something spicy that he couldn't quite place. He stayed awake long enough to see Bulma curl into him, her tiny hand still gripping his shirt for dear life. Vegeta smiled and welcomed the darkness.

SMACK

Bulma winced as her hand hit the wall.

Her bed wasn't against a wall...

Oh Kami, who's bed was she in?

She peeked through her eyelashes, not wanting to cause too much noise. She was surprised to recognize her own bedroom. Confused, she sat up slowly, her head suddenly reminding her that she had a bit too much to drink last night. She turned her head to see what exactly she had hit her hand against. She gasped and scrambled out of bed when she realized the mass she had mistaken for a wall was actually a sleeping Saiyan prince.

She forced herself to recall the previous night, but she could only get snippets. Not enough to reconstruct her trajectory to her bedroom. She did a quick body check. She was still dressed, minus her shoes. Her barrette was still in her hair. She rubbed her eyes, her makeup was still caked on. She wasn't sore in places that would indicate she had been intimate with Vegeta. But she worried, nonetheless.

She looked over to him. His face seemed softened, though it still carried a slight scowl. He was also still dressed, and looked like his suit wasn't even slightly wrinkled, except a certain small, crinkled part of his shirt, right over his heart. She wanted to wake him up and demand what he was doing in her bed, but decided against it when she realized that if Vegeta was with her, that meant that Yamcha had never shown up last night. She felt her heart get tight with anxiety. She ran into her bathroom, stripped and took the fastest shower she had taken since high school. She stepped back into her room, towel wrapped around her body, to find the prince still snoozing. She dressed quickly in a simple pair of skinny jeans, a baby pink t-shirt, ran downstairs and swiftly left the Capsule Corporation.

She drove rather hysterically to arrive at the condo she had purchased for Yamcha. She parked around the corner, and walked towards Yamcha's favourite deli.

'Maybe he's sick,' she pondered 'I'm sure a couple sandwiches will cheer him up.'

She ordered the food, paid the older gentleman who owned the sandwich shop and walked the last block to Yamcha's place.

The condo Yamcha had chosen was in a high rise building, had an apartment-like layout and had a beautiful east-facing view. She made her way over to the elevators and waited impatiently for it to arrive, tapping her foot on the ground. When it finally arrived, she entered and slammed her finger on the number 8. The ride up seemed agonizing, she needed to know what her boyfriend could be so ailed with that he couldn't even move to call her.

She walked up to unit 814, inserted her key and turned the lock.

Perhaps if she hadn't had her earbuds in or if she hadn't rustled the paper bag that Yamcha's sandwiches were in, she would have heard strange noises coming from her beloved's bedroom. She walked down the hallway to his room, opened the door and her heart exploded.

Yamcha lay completely nude on his large bed, his face contorted in pleasure, for a tall, young woman with gorgeous blond curls was currently straddling him, her hands behind her, supporting her weight and giving him a perfect view of her ample breast, among other things. Her body was perfectly illuminated by the late morning sun, making her look almost angelic.

Bulma screamed.

A/N: Alrighty! So first chapter. Still getting used to the new editing system on this site, so bear with me if the formatting or page breaks are funny looking. I really hope you'll take the time to write me a quick review, so that I know if I should continue posting chapters. Thanks for reading!