Chapter Two

Author's Note: Thank you for all of my reviews I got a pretty good response to this story and really happy to be pursuing it. I'm going to try to stay in just one POV but I do tend to switch it up depending on the situation I'm writing on. I love the reviews and I'm on to the next one. When writing dialog for Vegeta I have to sit and say out loud the words. I hate to see Vegeta OOC. So I just say WWVS. What would Vegeta say! Lol!

Bulma looked herself over in the mirror. Smiling at herself as she ran her hands down her slender frame. It was a usual morning so far besides the flirting with Vegeta. That wasn't so normal. Actually it was the most they had interacted in months. They didn't talk much but they did argue a lot and call names. It was working out in some ways more than others. Looking down on the floor she watched Bulla pulling herself up on the bed. That little girl made her smile all day. Vegeta watched her most of the day instead having her in a daycare being taken care of by a random person. Bulla wasn't a normal little girl either.

Her appetite was of that of a Saiyan and she shared her parent's attitude. So it seemed best that he was the one to take care of her.

Walking into the closet she found the appropriate heels to complement her black dress. Ever since her so called split from Vegeta she went from looking like the boss. To looking like she was sleeping with the boss. Bulma would never date any of her employees but it made her feel good to be wearing the best clothes money could buy. So what if they showed too much leg or cleavage.

It was her company and she dared someone to make a compliant about her. The dress was tight all the way down to her mid-thigh. The neckline was a swoop but the back was completely sheer. To look at little like business casual instead of Friday night, she paired it with dark sea foam green blazer. Topping the delicately put together outfit she wore a gold rope necklace. Her face saddened as she looked at ring that Vegeta kind of bought her.

They went in to her favorite jewelry store together and he pointed to ring he said it would look decent on her. That was his way of saying she should where it. She always wore it until their fight. Which lead up at breaking them up, she closed the box and looked at her daughter. She wouldn't trade all the years of crazy with him for the world. Bulma wasn't what you call happy but she was content. Sliding on her black heels she picked up her growing daughter and put her on her hip. Vegeta usually stayed in the pool house so she packed the diaper bag earlier this morning. Trunks was at school and picked Bulla up after he finished his homework. Vegeta didn't have an issue with watching her but he didn't want to appear soft even to his family. Bulma sat her down on the counter and packed her lunch since she already had her breakfast.

-Two Bananas

- Chicken Noodle with Stars

- Two Vanilla Puddings

- Five Juice Boxes and One Piece of Chocolate

It was the same every day and Bulla refused to eat anything different. Bulma packed the lunch and carried her outside. Putting her down she adjusted her ponytail and pulled down her fashionista dress. Bulma always made sure she looked as cute as possible.

"Are you ready to go see daddy"? Bulla smiled and began jumping up and down as she held her mothers had. The little princess just got the hang of walking down. Even her advanced alien genes and mother's brains could make her walk any sooner. Bulma got to the front door and saw that the blinds were shut which wasn't normal. Vegeta could care less about privacy unless…

Bulma opened the door to a scene she could have lived a hundred years without seeing. Vegeta was positioned between the younger girl's legs grinding into her. "You're kidding me right now?" The girl jumped at the sight of someone walking in on her. Vegeta barely budged he just looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Or maybe more like caught with his pants down literally. He didn't say anything just say his daughter turned around. Thank god she was easily distracted by a bug crawling on the ground. Bulma shook her head and slammed the door. Oh it was very believable of what she had just witnessed. For a moment she honestly forgot they weren't together.

Storming away she wiped her face. Why was she crying he wasn't worth the tears? Hell she left him not the other way around. Bulma pulled Bulla along as she walked to her car. The little red Mustang was in her wrap around drive way and she happened to have a key. Bulma walked over to her Mercedes and strapped Bulla in she began to cry. "I wanna see my dada". Bulma looked at her and just choose to ignore her because the screaming was going to start along with a diva sized tantrum. Bulma got out the back seat and slammed the door. Bulma thought about it as she walked over to the mustang.

"The worst she can do is sue me". Bulma laughed to herself and walked along the car casually pressing the key deep into the metal. It felt good; it wasn't a mark against Vegeta at least not yet. Bulma didn't care as much he was with her but more that he forgot about his daughter. He would rather be fucking some girl than take his duties as a father. It seemed more like a scum bag Yamacha thing to do then Vegeta. She really thought he was better than that. The world proved her wrong every day.

Capsule Corp

Bulma couldn't get Bulla to stop yelling and screaming so she had to watch her in her office. Bulma gave her crayons, a book and her favorite bear that Trunks had bought for her. She just sat down and looked over contracts that her V.P had looked over. All they needed were her signature. Bulma had the biggest project coming up.

As the president of the company most people did nothing but draw in a profit Bulma was very active. She sat in for every meeting made all the major decisions and even worked in the labs. She loved science she loved figuring things out even when they didn't seem to fit. Bulma was good at her job and made sure everything ran smoothly. Her father was due to stop in for lunch today but she asked him just to stop by the office.

Her mood was very poor for it to be so early in the day. Vegeta could do that to anyone. Shaking the thought from her head she huffed and pushed everything to the side and sipped her coffee. Bulma was working on plans for something big. It was going to be the breakthrough of her career. Her project was going to change the world. She had plans to create a newer, faster and more innovative spacecraft. This was her area of perfection she had been engineering ships for years. Those were her father's brilliant ideas that she had only helped create. Bulma was going to pull an all-nighter to work on the plans. There was a knock on the door and she told the unknown visitor to enter.

Bulma almost spit her coffee on her desk. It was the last person she ever imagined to walk through her doors. It was none other than Vegeta's little slut Alessia Coast. She looked like she was ready for a fight. Bulma didn't fight but she would kick this girl ass all around her office. "How the hell did you get past security"? Bulma defensively stood up and watched her approach her desk. Without answering the prior question she started rambling.

"I know you're jealous of what I and Vegeta have, get over it also you keyed my car so pay for it." The blonde haired greened eyed girl confidently stood in front of Bulma and demanded her to do something. Bulma smirked and laughed at her demands. This girl honestly thought her and Vegeta had something more than sex. It took Vegeta two years just to share a bed with her. He barely even said he loved her without a hint of sarcasm or dying in a self-inflicted explosion. This girl before her knew nothing and Bulma treated her just as much.

"You can't prove I did anything. I suggest you leave my office before I throw you out on your ass. Vegeta has nothing to do with me and soon he won't have anything to do with you. Don't fool yourself honey, get out why you have some dignity left". Bulma stared her down. Bulma didn't know Vegeta had a type but she hated to admit they had the same body type. Not too tall, tight ass and perfect sized C cup breast. The girl looked at her and pursed her lips.

"Like I said you may have his kids but I have what really matters Bulma, his heart and penis. Have a good day and if you don't pay for my car by the end of the day I will make sure you get served. Stay away from him too". She turned on her heels and left the office.

Bulma waited for the door to shut before she started to laugh. This girl actually thought her and Vegeta had something. Bulma walked over to her daughter that wasn't fazed by the little interruptions. Bending down she looked at the picture she had drawn of Vegeta. "Bulla do you know who that lady was that just left?" Bulla shook her head dramatically back and forth. That meant Vegeta didn't let that slutty girl around his daughter which was on strike away from him.

Bulma looked at the picture it portrayed her father perfectly. He stood in the picture under a smiling sun with his arms crossed and a frown on his stick figure face. It was very accurate. Bulla looked up to her mother and frowned.

"Dada, I want dada". Bulma sat down next to her and adjusted her dress. "How about double chocolate chip ice cream to stay with mommy". Bulla tapped her finger on her cheek as thinking about it was really an option. She held up two fingers. "I want two". Bulma looked at her little negotiator. One day she and Trunks would run this business and that made her smile.

"You got it. " Bulma yelled for her assistant to get not just two scoops but four. Bulma was going to go on carb binge. Her diet usually consisted of healthy low-sodium no trans-fat diet. That wasn't happening for her today.

Bulma laid on the floor and colored pictures with Bulla as she messed with her hair. Bulla always pushed all her hair to the front into her eyes. She even loved to play dress up in Bulma's expensive designer. A knock on the door, she looked up saw it was a familiar face. "Hello Dearest. " It was her father with two bowls of ice-cream in his hands. Bulma couldn't help but smile at his cheerful face. That man always knew how to cheer her up with his gullible talk. The world wasn't the same as he thought it to be. Standing she took the ice cream from him and sat it on the coffee table. Hugging him his beard tickled her neck.

"So my dear, why doesn't Vegeta have the little princess today"? Bulma rolled her eyes and picked up the bowl and sat down at her desk and her father picked up the little girl and fed her the ice cream. "He decided that a girl was more important the watching his daughter this morning". The older man bounced the toddler on his knee and made spaceship noises.

"Someone looks green with envy to me". Bulma narrowed her eyes at her father and puffed her breathe. "No dad I'm the total opposite. I'm happy he found something to do besides train all day and demand me around like his servant." looked at his daughter trying to hide her jealously, that she had for Vegeta's current lover. "What ever happened between you and him you two seemed to be so in love last time I came by the house"? Bulma rolled her eyes and looked through her phone trying not to listen to the soon to be lecture of her relationship status.

"Dad last time you came the house was a year ago and me and Vegeta weren't even speaking more less head over heels. Plus he didn't want to marry me after being together for more than a decade." He stood up and dusked off his lab coat and kissed his granddaughter's forehead. "Well dear did you ever ask him why he said no"? Bulma looked at him like he was speaking a dead language. Bulma never thought to ask him. It wasn't like he was one to explain his actions. She couldn't believe that was the first time she thought of it herself.

Some genius she felt like. "Honestly no, I never asked". Bulma sat wrapping her hair around her finger. Bulma frowned at whatever answer she would get even for asking. Bulma felt she was too scared to know the truth of his decision.

Later That Evening

Bulma had a perfect relaxing evening planned out for her. Trunks was out on a date and Bulla was down for the night. At least she hoped. Tonight wasn't going to be a pity party like the night before. Tonight was going to be filled with self-indulged pleasure of many different types. Bulma exited her room peaking both ways. She wrapped her sheer robe around her black two piece swimsuit. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed somethings. One bottle of expensive champagne, a glass, and a can of whipped cream. To top it off she grabbed a bag of jelly beans to toss in her mouth by the handful. Bulma looked around as saw that the sun was setting Vegeta was probably about to eat dinner of some sort.

He had a nat at ordering really good take out. Bulma would stop in but he was the reason she needed to de-stress herself. This was going to but her beyond relaxed. She walked out and was making her way to her custom made sauna, popping jelly beans in her mouth along the way. It was located about a couple yards from the Gravity room. Bulma walked passed it and heard it humming meaning it was on. She peaked through the window and saw him there. He just sat mediating; he never mediated unless he was really bothered.

The last time she saw him in this state was after the entire Buu thing happened. He killed all those people and even though they were wished back. He still did it out of selfishness. Bulma watched for a moment and just stared at his extremely toned body. He just sat there in his spandex shorts with his legs crossed. She just couldn't seem to pull herself away from the window. He had a way of mesmerizing her into his tractor beam of sexuality. She wanted to run in there rip of her clothes and just go at it for hours with him. He would probably throw her into the wall as soon as she got close enough to touch him.

Bulma didn't understand their relationship but maybe she wasn't going to. They lost what they had years ago and she didn't think she was going to get it back if she wanted it. Bulma shrugged her shoulders and walked on to the hot springs she had waiting on her. The mineral water was imported from the most spiritual places. Even though some of the things that went on in there were the most un-holy. Bulma opened the door to the enclosed springs the room was perfect temperature as vapors filled the room. The pool was Olympic size and had cherry blossoms floating on top.

Bulma pulled her hair up into a loose bun on the top of her head. Sliding in the water, she just closed her eyes and let the minerals began to seep in her skin. She popped the bottle of champagne and just forgot about the glass. Drinking it straight from the top she enjoyed her alone time. Then she got the best idea. Looking both ways to make sure no one was there she slipped off the top of her bikini and laid her bare chest on the walls of the hot spring. After finishing almost the entire bottle she was feeling the effects slowly taking place. Her hair fell into the water as she dipped her head into the water. Holding her breathe she looked up on the surface and saw Vegeta standing over her.

Emerging from the water she covered her bare chest. "Why are you in here you pervert"? Vegeta didn't say anything just stared at her. The water dripped from her face and she glistened on her cleavage she was creating. He just bent down and touched his finger under her chin. "Women you were the one staring at me in the chambers less than an hour ago". Bulma almost forgot for a moment he wasn't human. He knew where she was and what she was doing at all time. That included creeping on him.

Bulma's face turned a light pink as she blushed. "I'm sorry about overreacting this morning, I should have knocked". He smirked at her and sat at the edge of the water letting his legs dangle in the water. "That girl won't be returning". Bulma gave him an intoxicated half sexy smile. She moved closer to him and got comfortable and leaned against his legs. "So where does that leave me"? Vegeta smelt the alcohol on her breathe when he walked in the room. Bulma pulled herself up out the water and exposed her perfection to him. She supported herself with his lap and wrapped her hands on his strong neck.

He came closer and whispered on her lips. "Don't get yourself hurt women". He smirked and pulled away leaving her there to just her thoughts. She narrowed her eyes and grabbed the whipped cream and just squirted it into her mouth. Bulma just watched him exit the room indulging in the sweet spray.

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