Hey, thanks for the reviews guys! I love ya all!
Thanks to: Chazie/ Wudelfin/ Arelys/ Na'Janay/ Goodlife93/ Estrela Vespertina/ the female Sesshomaru/ sessylover18/ saiko-girl6/ BVpsycho/ skippay/ Vegeta and Kazuya are so hot/ am am/ ally92 / Fire Kitten2
Here's the next chapter guys!!(Smiles Proudly)
Second Chapter
"Vegeta!"
That annoying voice coming from that elderly woman.
"Vegeta!"
The prince's eyes snapped open, flashing with anger. His eyebrow twitched and he growled lowly, sitting up slowly in the bed. He heard the echo of doors opening and slamming shut every other second and rolled his eyes. She probably has no idea where I am...He thought with a scowl. Finally, his door burst open and in popped the head of Bulma's irritating blonde haired mother.
"Vegeta, there you are!" She exclaimed giddily, entering without consent. "Why are you in here, hon?" Her voice was filled with confusion.
"That's none of your concern, old woman, so leave me be." He replied, tossing the covers off himself. He was glad that he had put on some clothes last night after leaving Bulma. The idea of her mother seeing him naked was a horrible nightmare that he never intended to live through.
"Oh?" put on that happy-go-lucky smile and shrugged. "Well, lunch is ready, dear! Bulma went to a meeting and should be back any time now, my husband is off on a trip, Trunks went out somewhere and Bra went to the zoo with Gohan, Videl and their daughter Pan. Besides you and me, the house is empty so all the food is for you, dear."
"Lunch?" Vegeta's eyes widened and he glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's almost 2:00? I've been asleep for half the day!?" He clenched his fists. What was the cause of this? He had never, in his life, missed the training hours he had set for himself. Calm down, maybe you were just exhausted. Yeah that was it. He had been up late 'playing' with Bulma. Until we made that bet.
Suddenly, the effect of the wager was registering in his head. Hah! She thinks that she'll be able to last without us having sex? It sounded ridiculous now, totally and completely ludicrous. She should just prepare for my day of pampering. A smirk grazed his features.
"You probably just needed a good rest." smiled widely, continuing to talk about their previous conversation. Vegeta sent her a glare that didn't diminish her attitude. "After all, you have so many things you do. Take care of your family, save the world, get stronger. Taking a day off wouldn't be so bad. Do thin-"
"GET OUT!" Vegeta didn't think he could take any more of this woman's babbling. He was tempted to blast her away and claim to Bulma that it was an 'accident'.
"Don't forget to grab something to eat!" Was the last thing she said before closing the door and humming while she walked down the hall.
Vegeta massaged his temple in frustration and lifted his form off the bed. Dressed in long black and green pajama clothes, he exited the room and entered back into his own room to fish though his drawers for clothing. After sliding into a black T-shirt and black jeans the Prince headed downstairs to the awaiting food set up by Mrs. Briefs.
"You're kidding?" Chichi's eyes widened and her voice was a whisper of complete awe. Bulma was smirking and sitting with one leg crossed over the other.
"Dead serious." The blue haired genius replied sending her friend into a fit of giggles. Bulma had decided to make a quick pit stop on her way back home. After all, she hadn't seen her best friend in weeks and she was sure Chichi was going to be interested in the latest news relayed to her.
"Bulma, Bulma, Bulma," The onyx eyes woman said this through her laughter, setting her glass on the table and wiping her eyes. "I can't believe you went that far!"
"Vegeta needs to be taught a lesson. This will show him how weak he is compared to me when it comes to this precise subject. Men have no willpower when it comes to sex." She smiled and took a sip of her drink.
"You have quite an interesting imagination. I mean, making a bet about it? And the winner receives...?"
"Pampering. A whole week of it." Bulma grinned wider. "He seemed even more determined when I told him that."
"How long do you suppose he'll last?" Chichi questioned with a twinkle in her eye.
"A day. Three at the most. Vegeta is a sexual defiant and without it, the man will go insane."
"I don't know." Chichi frowned, leaning forward and running her finger along the rim of her glass. "He might prove to amaze and/or surprise you." She shot Bulma a smirk. "Hell, he might even be the victor."
"Doubt it." Was Bulma's flat reply.
"Don't underestimate him, Bulma; anything can happen with something like this." She shrugged and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Don't worry." Bulma stood up and wiggled her hips a little. "No man can deny this." A smirk was on her face. Chichi rolled her eyes.
"Of course." The black haired woman nodded with a heavy sarcastic tone.
"It's close to 4:50; I have to go now Chi. Leaving Vegeta alone too long with my mother won't turn out good." She said, grabbing her purse and other belongings.
"Sure." Chichi walked her to the door and opened it for her. "Be careful now."
Before she exited Bulma looked and saw that once again the twinkle was in her friend's eye. "I will." She assured and hurried out the door.
When Bulma arrived at her home she found it was disturbingly quiet. At this time of day, her kids would be causing a racket and gradually annoy Vegeta until he unleashed one of his 'say another word and you'll die' speeches. But the kitchen was empty, the TV's were off and there were no thuds and screams signaling a fight.
Even her mother, who always greeted her when she came back from one of her meetings, was no where to be found. Surely they hadn't all left had they?
A sudden thought struck her surrounding the idea of Vegeta blasting her mother because he couldn't take her anymore but that quickly vanished when the basement door opened and out stepped her blonde haired mom.
"Hello Bulma, dear!" Exclaimed Mrs. Briefs with her wide smile. "I hadn't heard you come in! Welcome back and how did it go? Are you hungry? There are still plenty of leftovers from lunch. Vegeta didn't seem all that hungry...weird huh? I never saw him lose his appetite before, have you? Strange. He's been training all day long and he woke up at two o'clock today! He's normally such an early bird! And he slept in a guest bedroom did you know? Are you and him having some problems I should know about??"
Bulma blinked. Her mother could talk so fast and so long she normally got confused when they talked. At the time, she had no idea which question to answer. "Mom, we're fine. He must be...upset about something pertaining to outside the household, is all." She hadn't planned to tell her mother about the bet between her and Vegeta. It would be weird, a little awkward and something that a mom just would not want to know.
"Yeah, I was thinking that also. Try to talk to him, Bulma. It's unhealthy to miss meals." said with a slight sigh.
"I'll do my best, mom. Where are my children, by the way?"
"Trunks went out and Bra is with Gohan, Videl and Pan at the Zoo. I don't know if Bra's staying over or not."
"Went out?" Bulma didn't like the sound of that. "Where and with who?"
But her mother only shrugged. "He just told me he was going out and blasted off before I could question him." Bulma growled. I'm going to have to ground that boy if he keeps taking off like this. "But...I'm sure he's ok." Her mother added, trying to calm her daughter down and at the same time save Trunks from punishment.
"I'll have a talk with him when he returns." Bulma said as a way of ending the matter.
"Talk with whom?"
The two women turned to see the short figure of Vegeta standing in the doorway dressed in nothing but black training shorts. Bulma's eyes widened a bit and she let her eyes roam across his bare chest.
"Oh nothing! Trunks just ran off but I'm sure he'll be back soon." Bulma's mother answered with a smile.
"Like something you see, woman?" Vegeta smirked, completely ignoring Mrs. Briefs. Bulma snapped her head to stare at him, morphing back into her 'I don't care' expression.
"No." Was her simple retort. The Prince shook his head and exited the kitchen. She's already breaking eh? He smirked devilishly as he walked away.
"Uh..." looked from her daughter to the retreating figure of her son-in-law and back again.
"What?" Bulma asked angrily, stomping out the kitchen leaving her mother standing there dumbstruck.