A/N

Before you start i just wanted to say a missive thank you to everyone who reviewed my last story, you were all wonderful X

This is a B/V story because i think they are just so, SO brilliant, and i shall continue to worship them forever.

As always, please feel free to leave any criticism, i love hearing what you guys think and feedback is always appreciated.

Alos, sorry in advance for any typos or grammatical errors, i have slight dyslexia which makes it hard to spot things like that.

I hope you enjoy x

Bulma stepped out of the shower, steaming and smelling faintly of her favourite body wash. Wrapping one towel under her arms and a second around her head, she exited her en-suite, glancing for the thousandth time that afternoon out her bedroom window. A large white marquee tent had been erected on the well-kept lawn of the Briefs' family garden earlier that day, but she could still catch a glimpse of the Gravity Chamber peeking out from behind it if she craned her head enough to the right. She'd done it so much it was a wonder her neck didn't get stuck.

She let out a long sigh as she looked, even though she already knew he was still in there. She didn't have to see the red lights flashing through the porthole windows, she could feel the engines humming as one of the most technologically advanced and complex pieces of machinery ever invented by the human mind, was being vigorously thrashed by the most pig-headed and stubborn being in the universe.

'God I wish he would come out of there soon', she thought to herself as she sat down in front of her mirror, 'he's going to kill himself way before the androids get here if he carries on like this.'

It had been days since she had last seen him and the constant buzz of the chamber had been her lullaby for the past two nights in a row. Sometimes she wished he would work out like a normal person, with regular breaks, giving his body time to heal. Instead he would train like a mad man until he could hardly stand, eat his own body weight in food, pass out from exhaustion, wash, rinse and repeat. But then, she thought to herself, if she took his dogged determination away, if she removed his Saiyan singlemindedness, well then he just wouldn't be Vegeta anymore. And she couldn't bare that, however much he pissed her off.

Feeling the towel on her head growing increasingly damp, she ruffled it quickly over her hair to get the excess water out before reaching for her hair dryer. A sudden silence slowly filtered into her awareness, halting her hand in mid-air. It was like that feeling you get when you're asleep in the backseat of the car and you get woken up, not by the doors opening, or your mother moaning that the seat was hurting her back again, but the absence of the wheels rumbling underneath you. It takes a second for you to notice, but once you do, the quiet is impossible to ignore.

Hardly able to believe it, Bulma swung backwards on her chair, teetering dangerously on the back two legs in an attempt to crane her head far enough to see out the window. Sure enough, the red lights had finally been turned off and a distinctive figure with spiky black hair could be seen striding towards the house.

Unashamed of the wide grin that appeared on her face, she quickly ran her fingers through her still damp hair, ruffling it so it looked alluringly tousled, dropped her towel and purposely slipped on one of her shorter silk robes.

Making a conscious effort to walk and not sprint down the stairs, she grew annoyed at her own impatience. He would be able to tell from her ki if she had been running and she couldn't come off TOO eager. Walking into the same room as him while she was accidently-on-purpose half naked was fine, admitting to him how much she wanted to see him was not. His ego was big enough already.

She had known he would head straight for the kitchen and was proved right when, on approach, she heard the unmistakable sound of the fridge door being closed. Smiling at his predictability, Bulma rounded the corner into the kitchen and stood in the doorway, taking in the sight before her.

Bulma had always thought of herself as a sexy woman, praised herself in her ability to turn heads, but Vegeta was something else entirely. He stood with his back to her, his face buried in a cupboard, dressed in his tight training shorts and shoes and nothing else. Her hungry eyes roamed over his glorious back, glistening with sweat, muscles still tightly strung from his exertion. His shoulders were broad and the blades slid under his skin like a prowling panther's as he reached up with one powerful arm for something on the shelf. She knew first-hand how mind-numbingly good it felt to be in that embrace, had run her tongue down that curved spine, and let him do the same to her.

"You won't find anything good in there," she said, walking over to the island counter in the middle of the room.

He grunted his agreement, obviously underwhelmed with the contents of the shelves, before looking over his shoulder at her. He was visibly surprised at her state of undress, although by the way his eyes swept over her loose hair and thin robe, he didn't seem to mind.

She leaned forward onto her elbows atop the kitchen counter, letting the neck of her gown fall open slightly "Hay there Tough Guy." She said, giving him her sauciest grin.

"Woman," he growled even though the corners of his lips twitched up, "that is not appropriate attire for the communal kitchen."

"Oh isn't it?" she frowned in playful confusion, her eyes following him as he stalked his way closer to her around the counter "But I just got out of the shower Vegeta, what else would I be wearing?"

He had come up behind her, his bare front pressing firmly against her back while she was still leaning over the counter. His hands ran up her sides and her breathing accelerated, Gods she had missed this, she had missed him. He swept her hair back from her shoulders so he could run his nose along the curve of her neck.

"Mmm," he breathed against her flushed skin "You smell good.

She whimpered, rubbing herself back against the front of his shorts. This had escalated far quicker than she had planned. Not that she was complaining. Not at all. If the way he was pawing at her was any indication, he had missed her too.

One of his hands was slowly inching up the back of her thigh, the rough skin on the pads of his fingers sending sparks up her spine, while the other had slipped between the open neck of her robe and was cupping a full breast in his large, hot palm. He nudged her feet further apart with his leg, not that she needed much encouraging, as his strong fingers squeezed the firm flesh of her backside.

"Vegeta." She moaned as a thumb flicked over a straining nipple. Her hands reached up behind her and dug themselves into his hair, her spine arching into his grasp while curving her hips harder into his. She craned her neck round to the side so that their lips could meet. Less than an inch apart she paused, grinning up at him "You smell gross."

She laughed and spun round in his arms, facing him as he growled. His hands attached themselves firmly to her waist and he pulled her closer again. Things were about to get really good when he closed his eyes, exhaled sharply through his nose and stepped away from her

She was about to ask what why the hell he thought it was okay to stop when things were just getting interesting when he snarled, "Your mother is coming."

He walked back round the other side of the counter, which was probably a good move thought Bulma, as her mother chose that moment to twirled dreamily into the room. Those training shorts didn't leave much to the imagination. Bulma had only just had enough time to straighten her own robe before Bunny came in, so she doubted Vegeta had sorted himself out yet. It was empowering to know she had that effect on him.

"Good morning my two favourite youngsters. Bulma's mother sang, oblivious to the tense atmosphere in the room.

"Morning mum." Bulma grinned when she saw the redness of Vegeta's ears as Bunny floated round the kitchen, closer to him than he would have liked. Bunny was already busying herself with making Vegeta a many tier sandwich. To Mrs Breifs it didn't matter who you were, she was never happier than when she was feeding someone. Stranger, visitor or family member, everyone fell victim to her cooking prowess and she was having an unspoken battle with Vegeta's stomach. Not once had she ever seen him full and that just wouldn't do. If he was still hungry, then she was going to keep cooking. It never worried Bunny that he ate a monstrous amount of food as it was, without her giving him extra. He was a 'growing boy' after all.

"Anyway Vegeta," Bulma began, pouring herself a glass of water as she did, "the reason there's hardly any food in the house is because, and you probably weren't listening while I was telling you the first time, so I'll say it again, we're having a big get-together in the garden tonight and we've all been far too busy to go shopping. But there's going to be plenty of food there. So if you're hungry later you're going to have to join us." She took a swig from her glass and added "At least for a bit."

He glared at her and she stuck her tongue out at him, she knew how much he hated being around 'insignificant weaklings' as he so lovingly described her race. But she had missed him and she wasn't above using dirty tricks, like not ordering enough shopping, if it meant he would be spending the evening with her.

"Ooh Vegeta do!" Bunny cried happily, sweeping her way over to him and clutching his upper arm. Bulma had to stifle her laughter at the distressed look on Vegeta's face. She found it hilarious that this battle hardened solider, a man who had done and seen countless atrocities, had no idea how to deal with a slightly ditsy woman who was far too happy with life in general for him to be comfortable around.

"It's going to be such a lovely evening." Bunny continued, blind to Vegeta's awkwardness, although it might have helped if she opened her eyes, "and all your little fighter friends are going to be here."

At that Vegeta's gaze flicked over to Bulma.

"Kakarot will be attending?"

She nodded and watched his almost permanent scowl deepen in thought.

He picked up the plate his now completed sandwich had been placed on. It was so tall it was in danger of toppling of the plate like a slinky made of bread and pickle. He shrugged his arm out of Mrs Breif's hands and made his way to the door. Bulma was not surprised he wasn't hanging around, he didn't like dealing with her mother at the best of times and she saw the way his eye lids were drooping and the unusual slope of his strong shoulders. He put on a good façade around them but he must be exhausted. He paused momentarily at the exit to say "I shall consider it." Before striding away, the white flash of his trainers the last thing to disappear through the door frame

"Ah wonderful." Bunny clapped cheerfully "It will be nice for him to let his hair down a bit wont it honey?"

Bulma smiled, not even the force of three hundred times gravity could flatten that absurd hairdo.

"Yeah mum," she said, placing her empty glass in the sink "yeah it will.".

TBC