A/N: Well, aren't I prolific lately? Several people suggested I do a second chapter, so... I did, in a slightly different way. Behold, Vegeta's revenge! :P

Bulma stepped out of the master bathroom, steam billowing around her as she rubbed a towel through her damp hair and made her way to the large walk-in closet across the room. Picking out a blouse and a smart-looking skirt and blazer, she placed the outfit on her bed and then returned to the bathroom to fix her hair and make-up. When she stepped back into the room shortly after, something caught her eye.

A tiny, pink gift bag was perched innocently in the center of the king-sized bed. She could have sworn it had not been there before, and she hadn't heard anyone enter, but she was in rush this morning and decided she must have simply missed it. Feeling excited, she picked up the bag and pulled out a small, white card with one simple line written in black ink:

'Wear these for me today.'

Bulma's eyebrows shot up in giddy surprise, instantly recognizing her husband's precise handwriting. When was the last time she had received a gift from Vegeta? Never, if she was referring to material items. 'What on earth is the occasion?' She wondered as she excitedly yanked the fluffy tissue paper out of the bag to reveal the present inside.

With a soft gasp, she pulled out a pair of lacy black underwear and a matching bra. She gently rubbed the sheer material between her fingers (what little there actually was to them) and giggled girlishly to herself. With a quick glance to the clock on her nightstand, she jolted, remembering the meeting she needed to attend in twenty minutes. She quickly dressed in the revealing underwear set, and in her haste, had missed the tiny accessory tucked in the small, nearly invisible gusset pocket. She donned her navy blue suit and hummed contentedly as she stepped into a pair of designer pumps. There was just something about wearing sexy lingerie under her business attire that gave her an extra little boost of confidence, which she could certainly use today.

With one last fluff of her hair, she left the room and made a beeline for the front door. As she walked, she felt something strange brushing against her center, frowning at the sensation, and walking funny as a result. Maybe the panties were bunching up? Bulma shook her head and continued her way to the hover-jet outside. She had no time to adjust herself and hoped that just her movement might settle them into a more comfortable fit.

But they didn't. There was some relief while she flew to the Capsule Corp. HQ but once she was walking again, she realized movement only made it worse. It wasn't painful, it just felt weird, like something was rubbing against her most, ahem, sensitive area. She made all kinds of weird faces, much to the confusion of her employees as she passed by, walking with an awkward, exaggerated swagger. A clock on the wall told her she had two minutes to get to the meeting room, which meant no time for a bathroom break. She was growing a little flustered, not only because she was in a rush, but because the stimulation was causing her to become slightly aroused.

It got to the point that she was thankful for the jacket she was wearing because she knew her nipples were erect, the lacy fabric of the bra grazing against them with each step she took. Oh, god, why was this happening now? She wondered as she stepped into the meeting room, seeing that the others had already arrived.

Everyone exchanged their greetings with her and she smiled as friendly as she could manage, taking her seat and wiggling around to get comfortable. The more she moved, the more intense the sensations became and she stopped, feeling her cheeks flush as a few people shot her concerned glances.

The meeting then began as a young man took the floor, setting up several charts as he droned on about the company's financial details of the last year. Bulma resisted the urge to yawn as she sat back in her chair and did her best to pay attention, in spite of her aroused state. Suddenly, the panties began to vibrate. Bulma lurched forward in her seat, her expression a mixture of shock and confusion as she nearly shouted, "What the hell?!"

Everyone turned to stare at her and she froze, carefully sitting back down even as her underwear continued to buzz away between her legs. Thinking quickly she said, "Oh, I just didn't realize that our newest capsule designs were doing so well. That's… That's good. Continue."

The man blinked, and then nodded, continuing on with his presentation. Everyone gradually turned their attention back to him, chalking up their boss' weird behaviour to her eccentric personality.

'Okay, seriously! What is wrong with these underwear?!' Bulma asked herself, unable to stop shifting in her seat, trying to alleviate the vibrations on her core but only making it worse. A soft whimper escaped her lips at a particularly pleasurable jolt and she slapped her hand over her mouth, masking it with a cough.

"Would you like some water, Ms. Briefs?" The man beside her asked politely.

"No, I'm fine. Thank you," She answered quietly, trying to keep her voice steady.

'Oh god, oh god, oh god,' She thought, slowing arching her back as though she were stretching and closing her eyes as the vibrations only grew stronger and her breasts strained against the scratchy lace of her bra. When she opened her eyes again, she noticed the man beside her staring and she realized she had been biting her lip. She instantly sat forward again and gave him a tight-lipped smile before folding her hands in front of her, trying her best to focus on what was being said.

Then the vibrations began pulsing, growing even stronger and her mouth dropped open, a look of sheer pleasure crossing her face as she gasped, "Oh, my god!"

"Ms. Briefs?" The man presenting tentatively asked.

Bulma rubbed a hand over her face, finding it to be very warm and her hairline growing damp. "Sorry," She said in a strained tone, her mind scrambling to come up with another excuse, and coming up dry. "I-I just… Never mind, please continue."

Again, everyone reluctantly turned back to the presenter and Bulma rested her chin in her hand, covering her mouth with her fingers to hold in any more outbursts as she felt a familiar heat growing between her legs, knowing that any slight movement would only bring on the inevitable quicker. Oh, no. She was going to climax in front of her most important employees and make a complete fool of herself! All she could think as her toes curled in her shoes and her nails scratched mindlessly at the mahogany table, was that her husband had played one nasty trick and he would pay for it later.

'Oh, goddamn you, Vegeta!'

With that thought, she gave a strangled cry as all the muscles in her body tensed and quivered with her orgasm and she rocked forward, catching herself against the table She rested her forehead against the cool wood, not wanting to sit back up again and face the room full of people. The vibrations of her panties mysteriously stopped, and after taking a moment to calm herself, she sat back, meeting the shocked faces of everyone around her with a confidence only Bulma Briefs could muster after an incident like that.

Several of them opened their mouths to ask if she was alright, but she quickly cut them off.

"Break? Let's take a break! Fifteen minutes."

And with that, she stood and strode out of the room, leaving everyone to stare after her in awe and confusion. They looked amongst each other, waiting for someone to have an answer to watch just happened, but when no one spoke, they simply shrugged and stood up themselves. Meanwhile, Bulma stalked quickly through the halls, looking very much like a woman on a mission, until she reached her office. The blinds were drawn and she narrowed her eyes suspiciously. Once inside, she slammed the door behind her and pointed an accusing finger at the man sitting behind her desk.

"You!"

She took several more steps until she was standing in front of him, her hands on her hips.

"What did you do?!" She demanded.

Vegeta merely smirked, clearly pleased with himself, holding a small remote between his thumb and forefinger. He clicked a button and the vibrations between her legs started up again. Horror was written all over his wife's face as she snatched the remote, quickly turning it off and then throwing it across the room, much to Vegeta's amusement.

"I should have known! You never buy me lingerie, I should have been suspicious from the start. Oh, you've done some shitty things, Vegeta, but this takes the cake!"

"You mean you didn't enjoy it?" He asked, eyebrows raised in mock-surprise.

"No, I did not! I just made a fool of myself in front of like, thirteen people that I have to work with every day!"

Her husband grinned devilishly and pulled her down into his lap, furthering her annoyance. Her skirt lifted up around her hips as she unwillingly straddled him and he ran a hand up her thigh, his knuckles brushing against the very wet fabric of her panties.

"It sure seems like you enjoyed it."

Bulma's face flushed and she aimed a useless punch at his chest, which only served to make him chuckle and she growled before her body slouched in defeat in his arms.

"I still can't believe you did that," She grumbled.

"Revenge is a bitch," Vegeta stated, earning himself another dirty look, which he ignored. "Now, how much time do you have?"

Bulma shrugged, her body quickly heating up again as his fingers slipped beneath the lace of her underwear, gently stoking the embers of her arousal.

"About ten minutes," She answered, biting her lip as he began to assault her neck with slow, sensual kisses. "Do you think that's enough time?"

Vegeta simply smirked against her skin in reply.

As expected, ten minutes was never enough with Vegeta, and Bulma returned to the meeting looking thoroughly disheveled and wearing a dreamy grin about thirty-seven minutes later, much to everyone's annoyance. Their CEO, however, found that she really could not give a damn.