Ok guys. I'm back with another story. My second one. I decided to write another story, so I sat down at my computer and opened up Microsoft Word. I couldn't think of anything to write about until I saw a little eensy weensy spider on my wall. Then an idea came to me. Watch out. A little spider helped me with this one. It doesn't have a designated plot yet. I kind of think these things up as I go. It's suppose to be a whole-family type story. Then I'll add those B/V lemons for all you sick bastards out there. (Just Kidding!) This story is in Bulma's Point of View. I promise this story will be MUCH longer than my last. If you've never read it, it's my short screwed up version of how B/V got together. Title: Distractions Well thanks for deciding to read this. I hope it's better than my last. Enjoy!

Chapter One: Exclusion

Shrieking loudly, I dived onto my leather couch and scrambled pathetically to get as high as I could. Smaller than a penny, maybe, but still had more than two legs. As the small insect moved barely a millimeter, all I could do was scream. Rather pathetic; I thought so myself. I guess I kind of hoped I'd blow its brains out by screaming loud enough. Who knows? Eventually, conscience caught up with me when my youngest child came into the room, looking either annoyed, knowingly, or worried. She was good at hiding such emotions, as her father was. As she advanced into the room, she glanced down at the minute bug and then back at me. I swear I could see her father TOO much when she smirked like that. Leaning down, she gently picked up the spider. Creeped out? Nah...disgusted was more like it. She actually PICKED up that ugly thing? As I watched her walk over to a corner, I slowly descended from my shielded position. Carefully I watched her place the thing onto a advanced pattern of glistening lines that shown prettily against the light.

"Bra..." I whispered shakily, "What are you...doing?

"Well, just putting it back were you won't damage it further."

Damage? I shouldn't even have to SEE that thing! Call the exterminator. We'll see if it survives then. The most expensive one you can find plea-"

"No." Okay, she said that just a little too easily for my taste.

"What do you mean 'no'?"

"Sorry mother, but he did absolutely nothing to you. No reason to kill it. How would you like it if somebody one million times bigger than you decided to kill you because you were ugly?"

She had a point. "Well if I see that thing even NEAR me one more time, then, it'll die a painful death. Slowly."

"Fine, you won't see it then. That won't be hard you know." That smirk again.

"I hope so."

"Me too." She stated that one sarcastically.

A pause.

"Where is your father?" I asked, wondering slightly why he didn't respond to my scream.

"Out sparring with Trunks. We heard you screaming, so they sent me to go 'rescue' you, so they could spar harder without me there."

"You were there too?" I asked, kind of curious why she decided to start fighting.

"Yes. You mean you don't remember me telling you I was going to start training too?" she asked, kind of amused.

"No...you never did."

"You probably weren't listening. I told you two weeks ago. Or maybe you WERE listening but you just 'forgot.' Or maybe you were still asleep..."

"Asleep?" I asked, kind of like I figured it out. I did remember her telling me something two weeks ago when I was barely awake. I never could remember things that people told me while I was asleep. It all sounds blurry to me.

"Well go on then, better not keep them waiting." I said. I wished she would stay, for company.

She sighed sadly. I think it was sadly...

"No, that's ok. I'll let them spar by themselves today. They always seem to like it better that way anyways."

"What do you mean?" I was starting to get worried. Would Vegeta and Trunks actually exclude her like that just so they could spar harder? I couldn't believe it; wouldn't. I know they both love her, whether they'd say it or not.

That sigh again.

"Well they always want me to go do the errons or 'rescue' you from insects. I really don't think they like me being there to train with them. I guess they like to train with someone they don't have to hold back on."

"Well..." I was at a loss for words. I've never had to deal with this kind of a situation before. I decided to talk to Vegeta when him and Trunks got home this afternoon for lunch. "I'll talk to you father for you."

"Oh no please don't! I don't want him to think I'm weak, then he won't let me spar at all!" She demanded.

"Why would he think your weak?" I asked this with pure question. How does feeling left out make you weak?

"Mom you know he's anti-feelings. He'll say that I have too much emotion to spar with them and survive...or something like that." She drifted off in the kind of way that told you she was having second thoughts about what she just said.

"Well somebody has got to do something, Bra. You can be just as strong as Trunks. He is much older than you after all, after awhile you can become just as powerful, like you were the same age all along and you had just as much experience." I reasoned, hoping that was good enough. Then at the same time doubting it was. Nothing was ever good enough for her; Just like her father...

"I'll never be as strong as Trunks if I can never spar with them. Besides, I'll never catch up. Trunks is a Super Saiyan, and he's been one for a long time. I'm a lot older than he was when he turned Super, and I'm still not that far."

That's it. I'll never reason with this girl. If I can't reason with her, I guess I won't.

"Listen, I'm talking to your father about this and that's final, Bra. No questions, no 'buts.' As soon as they come in this afternoon for lunch, I'll talk to your father. Privately."

After I said that, she didn't say anything. She just looked at me; With one of those looks that you knew she was thinking 'Fine tell dad, I don't care.' Then she just got up and walked out. And as soon as she did, I heard and felt a huge crash. The door.

'Here they come to wreck the day!' I thought, knowing what kind of a verbal battle I'd get into with Vegeta when I talked with him. Then again, maybe he wouldn't fight me. Maybe he'd just act calm, for once. Then I wouldn't have to kill my throat. Well, here goes nothing. I walked into the kitchen were the two dirty boys were sitting at my huge table waiting expectantly for their lunch. Sighing I went into my room-sized refrigerator and got as much food as I could carry in one trip. After I brought all that out, I went back for more, almost slipping on the icy floor. I made probably five trips before I shut the door to the 'fridge and separated all the cold foods from the warm foods. Then I aligned all the foods that needed to be warmed in a perfect line, leaving about an inch in between each. Then I went over to the cold foods to unwrap the ones that needed it while the two Saiyans heated up the suppose-to-be-warm foods with their energy. When I set everything up I called Bra down, and slugging she came.

As soon as everybody was seated, I stepped back and watched as the two men took their signal to eat. Eat? No way, what am I saying? If that's what you call eating, then I need to get a cat scan. It's more like 'pigging-out' I guess. They stuffed their steel faces with enough food to feed the army for a year. Although Bra seemed to be eating like a normal person today, which was highly unusual. She usually ate as much as Trunks. Probably still nervous about my talk. Oh well. Live with it kid, life gets worse.

After they were done being gluttons, I took a deep breath, hoping to be fast enough to actually steal a piece of food before they decided that they were in fact still hungry. Snatching a drumstick and a bag of chips and a drink of...something...I sat down and ate slowly, wondering how to get Vegeta alone before he decided to go back to his training.

"Vegeta..." I began. How will I put this? Sorry dude you need to stay in for today to rest yourself. Not likely. He'd just say he can handle it, or he's not tired, or he's not done. Or the most famous, no.

"What?" He asked kind of peevish, like 'What do you want now?'

"I think you and Trunks should take...the day off." Phew, I got it out. Now for a response...

"No." How'd I know he was going to say that?

"Yes. Do it, or..." Good...now what? What could I possibly threaten him with?

"Or what?" He asked, amusement noticeable in his tone.

"You'll have to cook for yourself, and I'll break the gravity machine on purpose." Oh please let that work. I knew those were his two weaknesses. Hopefully they'd come in handy.

"Why do you care if we train today anyway?"

"I'll tell you in a minute, dear." I said, with teeth clenched very, very tightly. And when I said dear, it sounded more like I was saying, 'asshole.'

I could tell realization shot through his thick head when he said, "Oh."

"Um...what's the matter, mom?" Trunks said, finally deciding to join our little conversation. I thought he looked worried, or maybe just curious. He was good at hiding such things, as his father. Those kids sure did pick up a lot of him.

"Oh nothing. I just think that you can take a break for once in your very interesting lives." I said, very, very sarcastically, then added with a slicing, yet sweet voice, "Right Vegeta?" Lets see your response to this one, smart ass.

"Yeah, whatever." He said, getting up from the table to go...somewhere. Next follow my oldest half-Saiyan, also going...somewhere. Then followed the youngest half-Saiyan to go to her room, I assumed. Getting up, I followed Vegeta down my long hallways as he headed towards...somewhere. Finally he stopped and flipped around too fast for me to even notice. I hated it when he did that. He acted like such a show off when he did that.

"Why are you following me?" He demanded, sounding rather annoyed. At least he didn't call me 'woman' anymore. That always drove me nuts. Now I'm either Bulma, or... he doesn't call me anything. It's usually the latter.

"I...I need to talk to you, that's all." I stammered, kind of shocked that he sounded kind of mad at me. "About your daughter."

No reply. He just continued going to...somewhere. Getting angry, I kept following him, and finally realized he was going to our room.

Getting madder by the second that he just walked away like that, I walked right after him when he walked into that...somewhere that will now be called my room.

"Why did you just walk away like that?!" I asked, very, VERY pissed now. "We need to talk about your daughter!" How could he just walk away like that when I was talking about his own daughter?

"Because I'm getting a shower." He stated simply.

"Not until we talk!" I ordered, ignoring the fact I heard water starting. Outraged, I marched into the bathroom. Though Vegeta was ass-naked, that didn't render me speechless one bit. I've had two kids with him for God's sake, seeing his ass won't phase me.

When he turned around I swear I could see laughter and/or lust painted all over his face. Laughter? Lust? This guy never laughed, folks. I guessed he was playing with me. He did care about our talk about Bra, he was just trying to make me mad. That's all. Just a game.

When he stood up it was clear as glass. As he slowly stepped closer, which he didn't have far to go to get to me, like two steps maybe, but as he getting closer, I got kind of scared. Who knew what this guy would do? He might just want to occupy his time some way different tonight.

"Well talk, later." He said, a burning in his eyes. Not until now did I realize that all I had to do was look 'down' (ahem) to see if he really was 'horny.' Glancing down, I realized that he wasn't just horny, he was like, throbbing horny. Giggling inwardly I decided to just play along. I totally didn't feel like having sex tonight, so I really wasn't planning on it. But maybe I could just 'bribe' him into talking before he totally jumped all over me right then.

Then I snapped back to reality from my thoughts as he kissed me and pulled me closer to him and took off my shirt so fast I didn't even realize he did it. Show off...

"Vegeta..." I started softly, "we need to talk. About your daughter. It's really important." I slowly drug one finger down his back. "Please, lets talk right now.

"We'll talk later." He repeated. I don't think so, your not going to bang me until we talk. I truly didn't think it was going to be this hard to talk to him. Never had I had to let him ride me before we talked. I guess there's a first time for everything...

"No, we'll talk now, or no sex." I said flatly. I decided it was time to be point-blank with this guy. No more sweet talk.

Slightly jerking back from my statement, he had a look that said, 'figures.' Slowly stepping back, he turned off the still running water and put on a pair of boxers, for now, and stiffly walked over to the huge bed and plopped down onto it and stared at me, rather annoyed.

"What?" He asked just as flatly. I was starting to get the impression that at this moment he was starting to realize how important this was to me; How important it was, period. I never backed down from sex before, he was good. Laughing inwardly at my change, I slugged over to the bed next to him and flopped onto my back and sighed.

"Well..."

Hahaha...Did you think I was honestly going to give you a lemon on the first chapter!?!?!? Boy you freakish people. Well make sure you review and tell me if you liked this chapter. CONSTRUCTIVE flames please, if your going to flame me tell me why, so I can improve.

Next Chapter:

Vegeta and Bulma finally talk. Lemon? Dunno...Majority rules. Lemon? No lemon?