Step 1: Ask a Question
Bulma Briefs is many things. But, she is, first and foremost, a scientist. As a scientist, it is in her nature to be curious, to ask questions, to want to know why. Her scientific heart soars in the presence of the unknown; she seeks to discover and uncover, to unravel the truth behind mysteries, intrigues and controversies. The source of her heightened curiosity, you ask? Well, nothing else but everyone's favorite prince, Vegeta himself.
It started with a silly question, really, answerable by yes-or-no even, yet every self-respecting, decent guy is hesitant to answer either for the sake of their sanity or self-preservation.
"Vegeta, am I fat? Is that why Yamcha had to have an extra-boyfriend/girlfriend affair with this bimbo of a model?" Bulma sniffles while clenching today's tabloid in her hands. "I mean, yes she's got nice, long legs but she's so skinny! No boobs, no booties! I bet her boobs are as flat as her stomach! Look at that obviously fake blonde platinum hair! Obviously, she's an airhead bimbo! And her ass, straight as a ruler! And I bet you can punch her in the face and she won't even feel it! That's how plastic it is! What did he see in her? Are you even listening to me?"
Vegeta, who has just finished his shower after 48 hours of regimented masochistic torture, or training as he calls it and is on his way to the kitchen for well-needed nourishment in nothing but a towel, pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. His face is contorted as if in agonizing, mental pain. "Should've just flown in through the window…" he mumbles under his breath.
"Dammit, Vegeta, answer me! Am I fat or what? Aren't my boobs perky enough?"
"Oh, for the love of…Stupid woman! Your incessant and obnoxious screeching can be heard around up to Kakarot's house! Your impropriety never ceases to astou…"
As he twirled around to face her, Vegeta freezes with the sight of her, big, blue eyes narrowed, rosy mouth puckered in an O-shape as if about to scream more at him, and her slender hands pushing up her boobs together. And all she is wearing is a big, white shirt and obviously, a pair of undies with no pants. Vegeta has never seen a more appealing sight.
After a few more minutes of him staring at her wide-eyed, Bulma tentatively yet softly asks "Vegeta?"
This seems to snap Vegeta out of whatever cat has gotten his tongue. He faces away, clears his throat, and with a near invisible blush in his bronze face, he says "You are more than fat, woman. You are hideous as always, and it is no wonder that your pathetic excuse of a mate would seek out other females." And with that, he scurries away.
Normally, such a response would've greatly incensed Bulma to the point of threatening to dismantle his precious gravity machine, but not today, it seems. She has seen the flickering yet heated interest in his dark eyes as they roved over her, the way they drank in the sight of her in a white shirt like a man dying of thirst.
Dr. Briefs' beloved cat, Kitty, enters the room and scratches her side along Bulma's leg. "Hey, Kitty, do you think he likes me?" she muses as she absent-mindedly scratches the cat behind its ears, which has looked at her with such disbelief etched on its tiny, furry face. While sporting a cat-that-nearly-got-the-canary smile on her face, Yamcha and the bimbo model very much forgotten, Bulma's scientific heart has started to whir at the speed of light and Vegeta wouldn't know what hit him.
