Hey everyone!

Not much to say. I am glad you guys like the Bulma I am offering you. She makes me laugh because of how resourceful and thoughtful she is. She will make you laugh no doubt by her forwardness and bluntness. I hope I can get you smiling today!

I know I said that last time, but it really still works for what I am doing. It may seem that I am rushing things, but the story really takes place after the next chapter. Plus, I tried to make these different parts all different chapters, but it wasn't working.

I would love some suggestions and please tell me what you think. Put a smile on your face, I am but that's cause I am out for the summer....

Now all I need is a job....

I really hope you'll enjoy.


The Setting Sun

Chapter 3

A Woman out to get her Man


Disclaimer: will never own DBZ


** Note: I have already given you the warning, so I think this will be the last time I put this in here


Three years. That was all that this world had before their peace would once again be disturbed. She would once again witness some of the most amazing feats known to man and she would once again sit there useless. She was smart. She could probably build something to help her fighters win, but they didn't want her means of winning. They didn't want her help.

They never wanted her help. They never wanted things to be simple, they just wanted to make everything so much harder and she knew that it was going to bite them in the butt. She just knew that it wasn't going to be as simple as they wanted it to be.

Bulma stared down at the GR. Watching as Vegeta left the safety of his little workroom because he was readying for bed. She had watched since dinnertime until now- she glanced at the clock- midnight the GR running. She was glad that it was soundproof so that the neighbors didn't get upset.

Not like they had too many neighbors anymore. They all had been bought out by Bulma. She liked her privacy here on her own land and didn't think that having a bunch of people poking their nose where it didn't belong was a good idea. Plus she used the houses for family guests visiting long lengths of time.

She smirked as she watched him head inside for his usual shower. She turned in her bed, no longer facing the window, but the door instead, laying in her silk sheets with her silky spaghetti strap nightgown that only went mid-thigh. She was lying in her usual stomach down position as she hooked ankles and waving her legs up and down slowly, watching the door and listening carefully.

She could hear his heavy footsteps as he headed into his bathroom. She could hear him beginning his shower; she knew that he had dropped his dirty shorts in the laundry shoot by now. She smirked.

The water ran for a while, she checked her watch, it read 12:19. She smirked devilishly.

Right when the clock hit 12:20 there was a surprised shout through her half of the compound. Her parents lived on the opposite side of the compound. Since Vegeta was her guest, he lived on her half.

"Onna!" the angry roar of Vegeta's voice sounded as he flung open her door.

Shampoo was still in his thick mane and his hair was still weighed down by the water. She had to admit it looked good. He only had a towel wrapped around his waist, which he was keeping up with one hand, his body still dripping.

She knew his temper would get the better of him. She knew that he would get so angry at her that he forgot that one, he was avoiding her; two, that she might have planned this; and three, that he was only dressed in a towel.

Then again, that could have been because she had happily removed all of his clothes from this half of the compound.

He forgot she might have been planning something when he entered. He didn't even realize that her window, doors, and anything else that could be used as an escape route was now barriers against ki and reinforced so not even he could break them. The door slammed shut, locking automatically with her time set. It wouldn't open till breakfast time.

She smiled as she watched Vegeta seething angrily at her, trying to find words while he was so furious.

"Why…" He gritted his teeth as he tried hard to keep his temper in check, "Why did my water get cold, Onna? Better yet, where are all my clothes!"

Bulma smiled, watching as he slowly calmed down, his face dropping its angry features and pulling into one of terror when he realized what had just happened. She never had to say a single word as she just stared at him, the moonlight of the night bathing her in light as she laid there in her tangle of sheets and her nightgown ridding up on one of her thighs.

Vegeta backed into the door, holding his tongue now that he realized that he had played right into her hand. She smiled impishly as she watched him trying to open the door, finding it locked. He glanced down at the door, trying to open it again before trying to use his ki.

She enjoyed the horrified look on his face when he realized he was stuck in her room with not even his ki to get him out in only a towel.

"It's not going to unlock till about seven," Bulma told him matter'o'factly, "It took me a while, but I figured out that reinforced ki barrier. You might be able to destroy it, but you usually take a whole day to overcome my new bots, so I am going to guess you'd just be wasting your energy."

Vegeta looked at her with wide eyes. She could see him hold his towel closer to his frame.

"Relax, I am not going to jump you," Bulma laughed, rolling onto her back and stretching on her bed, her hands stretching out towards him.

She peered up at him playfully, "Though, you might want to finish showering. You have some shampoo in your hair."

When he looked like he was going to refuse, she added, "Or I can always do it. I'm told that I give wonderful bathes."

His jaw shut tight. He glowered at her like she was the most terrible, foul beast-like thing on the Earth. But she knew if she ever wanted this man to comply with her request, she would have to be pushy. He finally headed into her bathroom, slamming her door shut and making sure she could audibly heard the door lock.

She laughed at him as she ran her fingers through her silk sheets. Just wait till he found out that she didn't have anything more in her own room than just the sheets and her nightgown.

She was Bulma Briefs, the most genius person in the universe and she thought of everything when she put her mind to it.


Vegeta hit his head against her tile in the shower as he finished cleaning himself. He didn't dare touch her stuff, who knew what else she had ready to trap him.

He hit his head again.

How… How stupid was he? He had literally walked into this! He should have thought something of it when he couldn't find his clothes! Not even that ugly pink shirt!!

Thud.

He hit his head again.

How did he fall for this? He should have kept his temper better. He knew that now. She was using his own flaws against him. Normally he would say that he had no flaws, but he knew he had bad temper and was rather tense around females. No. Not females. Just her.

But that was because she wanted him to sire her child.

No. Not in a million years. No way in hell.

He hit his head again, slowly lowering himself into a squat as he tapped his fists against his head.

Stupid. Stupid. STUPID! He ranted to himself.

How did he fall for this?!?

"So you do still have a stub," he heard the woman say from the other side of the stall.

Vegeta whipped his head around as he automatically stood, readying for an attack. He stopped himself when he caught himself turning towards her. He growled as he angled his features away from her.

"Onna, if you know what is good for you, get out." He growled.

She pouted, but shrugged, "Fine, be mean."

He thought that he had locked that door. He paused when he heard the door shut. That's right. Mastermind genius. She could pick the lock no doubt with her level of intelligence. He hit his head against the tile again as he turned off the water.

Idiot.

He got out of the stall, dripping. He shook his hair, getting her whole bathroom wet, but he didn't care, she deserved it. He looked up to grab the towel he had folded and left to use again but found it missing.

She had his towel. Oh hell.

He let out a roar of frustration. He was trapped in her quarters without a scarp of clothing and he highly doubted that she would willingly give it back without enjoying herself too much for his tastes. He was not about to beg for it back. He shouldn't even care if he walked about in his birthday suit, but call him a prude or crazy or whatever, but he did not like being stared at by this particular female or her dame.

He pounded his head again for getting stuck in here. He could feel the ki barrier now and knew that there really was no way out. She had been right in her general assessment of his skills. It would take him at least twenty hours to learn how to break it and by then her lock would already undo itself.

He didn't know what else to do, so he just sat down where he stood, back towards the door and rubbed his head with this fingers. He didn't even bother drying his body with ki. It didn't matter. If anything, drying would give him something to do since he was stuck in the bathroom.

He tried so hard not to look irritated, but he was. He could not believe how stupid he was. If she had been an enemy she would have killed him by now. Thank Kami she wasn't an enemy. It would be embarrassing to show up in HFIL and face the whole Saiyan race because a blue haired minx brought him down.

At least with Frieza, they all understood.

He must have stopped paying attention, something he would berate himself about later, because next thing he knew something warm and fluffy was dropped on his head, submerging him under the giant thing.

"Stop sulking, here's a towel." He could hear the blue haired woman huff.

"Go away." Vegeta growled, not moving, but definitely angry with himself again.

"Come on, dry yourself. I'll let you have the bed." Bulma huffed.

Vegeta didn't move. Right now he was tired from his heavy training in the GR, exhausted mentally, and could feel the fatigue weighing heavy on his shoulders.

"Go. Away." Vegeta said again, less venom than he wanted.


What was wrong with this man? Bulma wondered as she watched his form remain still. Why wasn't he getting up? Why wasn't he drying off and yelling at her?

Had she yet again miscalculated?

No. She didn't. She knew that she hadn't miscalculated. There was an unknown variable, that was all.

"Come on," she tried again, trying to stay serious, but she had pulled out her biggest towel that she had (luckily for him she had overlooked her towel stash) and it covered him complete.

He let out a low growl, but it sounded as if he was tired. Strange, she checked her clock, she knew him to be more uppity at this time of night. She glanced back down before withholding a sigh.

Of course he usually was more uppity, but he had been pushing himself lately in an attempt to steer clear of her. If anything he was worn out.

Well, that's no fun. Bulma thought, no longer enjoying herself.

She felt bad now that she knew he was this tired. He still wasn't moving, still not drying himself off. She decided that this was unacceptable and he could no longer mope in the middle of her bathroom. She did the only thing that she knew would at least give him a little bit more of his lip back.

She began to dry him so he didn't have to.

He jumped at the initial touch as she began to move the towel up and down on his hair.

"What are you doing, Onna."

"Drying your hair so you can go to sleep." Bulma said, "You are no fun. I'm bored of this now, I'll leave you alone for now."

She kept drying his hair, but soon walked away and out of the room, finding her couch and after stealing the down blanket from the foot of her bed laid there to rest. She closed her eyes, evening out her breath and listening as she finally heard Vegeta move, drying himself and walking out cautiously as if she was going to jump him. She smiled. She had thought of that, but she wanted him to give in to her request, not have to rape him for what she wanted.

She heard a plop and realized he was laying in the bed, dropping the towel on the floor. The sheets rustled and soon she heard him grumbling about freaking silk sheets. She smirked as she thought of something.

She pretended to shift in her sleep, hoping he would like the view.


Vegeta let out a low sigh. She hadn't jumped him yet. He was surprised by her kindness in the bathroom. He wasn't expecting her to give him a towel. He had literally thought that she was going to leave him in there without even a towel to cover himself.

He tried not to inhale too deeply. The whole room smelled of her and though he hated to admit it, she had a nice smell. Her bed was soft he realized. Though sleeping in commando was not his favorite thing to do, he had done it before. But not with silk sheets and it felt odd.

He heard her rustling and shot his gaze over to her lying on the couch. He relaxed when he realized that she was just shifting to get comfortable.

He kept his stare on her while berating himself for being fearful of her. But, no matter how he addressed the situation he was stuck. He couldn't kill her. She was too intelligent to be killed, a waste of pure genius. He couldn't hurt her, because then he was out on the streets and without the GR and her constant remolded droids that were better every time she fixed them.

Actually, he was impressed, now that he was calmer, on how well she had done. If she was using force. She would have gotten what she wanted. She had him, in a room without clothes, without escape, and without much choice but to put up with her and she chose to let him choose for himself.

Again. He knew eventually he was going to have to give in, because she wasn't going to. Ever. She would keep going till he broke down and gave it to her. But he wanted to make her squirm for it if he had to.

His eyes widened as he quickly shifted in her bed.

She wasn't wearing underwear.

He tried to fight back the blush that he was sporting.

Darn it! Why did women have to be a complete mystery to him!

He groaned as he threw the sheets over his head and just prayed morning came soon and that she wouldn't have the gall to try something.

Right now he was just too tired to fight her off.


Bulma squatted, balancing herself on the end of her bed frame. Her hands in between her feet. She almost looked like how a feline looked when sitting on the edge of a building. She was calculating something as she sat there, eyeing him like a cat would her prey.

It was way past 7. He could leave whenever he woke up. Hell. She was dressed, though she did enjoy listening him become all flustered because of his full view of her butt. She snickered once she knew he was out because it was just too funny.

Yet, right now she was considering checking his temperature. He never slept in late and the last thing she needed was him moving around it he was sick. She had spent her life growing up with Goku. She taught him his letters, his mathematics, and even made sure his family's needs were met. Food, medical, and even clothes, she made sure they had no wants.

But the thing she knew about Goku was that he could get ill if he pushed himself too far. Not deathly ill, but fatigued to the point that she had to make sure he laid down for a few days before he went back to training.

He had never actually caught an ailment, but his body would try to tell him if he pushed it too far.

Goku's first sign was that he would sleep in. He had a internal clock that never allowed him to sleep once the sun was up- unless Chichi had worn him out the night before. Vegeta was the same. Up at 5:45, take a shower till 6:00, get dressed, be eating by 6:15, off to work till 11:45, quick shower to get rid of the sweat and eat lunch, be back to training by 12:45, stop at 6:45, another shower, then dinner, finish by 7:30, train till midnight, take a shower, and go to sleep.

She knew his whole schedule. He was almost routine. Only breaking it when something needed repairs.

She checked her watch again, 8:15.

Yep. He was sick, well, what she called sick for a Saiyan.

She finally risked moving forward. She lightly hopped off her bed's front board and walked to the sleeping Saiyan. Still without clothes and out like a light.

She withheld a groan. This wasn't what she wanted when she lured him in here. She didn't expect him to be fatigued.

Stupid unknown variable.

She pressed her forehead against his, before pressing her cheek against one of his before pressing her other one against his other cheek. She sighed as she pulled the sheets and blankets up to his chin.

He was down for the count. He was burning up. Albeit, Saiyans had a higher temperature, but what felt like a deadly fever to her was really just him having a small cold.

She wanted to curse as she left the room. She had had the robot staff move Vegeta's clothes back into his room, but since he was sick, he wasn't going to be moving for a while.

Bulma dialed a number after whipping out her cell.

"Hello Bulma," Ryo's voice chimed on the other line.

"Ryo, not going to be coming in. The Saiyan's caught a small cold and if he wakes up I am going to have to convince him training is a no-no."

Ryo laughed, "Oh and here I thought you were going to tell me that you were busy with other things."

"Tch, he is a sourpuss about it." Bulma huffed, "How fairs the board of idiots?"

"Unhappy. But as soon as you announce that your pregnant, I'm sure they'll either A, be more unhappy, or B, be content, or C, both."

"I choose C for 100,000." Bulma said dryly as she headed down the stairs, opening up the fridge to see what she had that would work for Vegeta.

Goku's stomach would revolt if he was too fatigued. He always looked miserable when that happened, but mostly because 'all that good food was wasted'. Still, she wasn't about to discover if Vegeta felt the same way about food.

She pulled out some children's cold medicine, a bowl, a washcloth, and a water bottle.

"Well be careful then, I will send over any documents you have to look over. Good luck with your little spaceman."

"Careful, Ryo," Bulma laughed, "He's sensitive about it. Plus, he might be little compared to someone like Yamcha, but he's taller than you."

There was a pause, "Shut up."

Bulma laughed as she hung up her phone. Ryo was sensitive about her height too.

It didn't take her long to drop off the items next to Vegeta, filling the bowl with cool water before heading downstairs and starting some broth with crackers for him to eat. Goku always whined about eating crackers. He said they were salty and stale and gross. But he was usually acting childish when he pushed it.

"Finish cooking this and contact me when its done," Bulma told a bot before heading back up.

Vegeta was stirring. She thanked Kami he was disoriented. It gave her a chance to get at least the children's cold medicine down him before he put up a fuss. Saiyans didn't need a lot of drugs when sick, so children's medicine worked just fine.

"Morning sleepyhead," Bulma greeted, heading straight for the cold medicine and uncapping it, pushing the whole thing to his lips, "You need to drink this Vegeta."

Unfortunately, he wasn't much like Goku who would drink first ask questions later. Vegeta opened an eye, though it seemed he was having a hard time staying awake, and glared at her best he could despite himself.

"Vegeta, you are stark naked in my bed. Drink this now or I'll take the sheets off."

He took the bottle from her hand and sipped it. She told him when to stop and took back the medicine.

"Water?" She offered, holding out the sealed up water bottle. She knew Vegeta to be suspicious.

He liked it when something was still sealed when he got it, so he just knew no one had contaminated it. He accepted it, breaking the seal and practically inhaling it.

"Remind me why I'm in your bed?" Vegeta mumbled as he handed her back the bottle that was now empty.

"Because you and I had hot passionate sex last night." Bulma said straight face as she readied the washcloth.

He choked on air as he sat up, looking horrified, "What!"

"Relax. You were tired, no fun." Bulma told him before wringing the cloth, "I didn't even touch you, your Royal Whyness."

He seemed to calm down as he relaxed, laying back down against her pillow, "So you really did lock me in here with you?"

"Yep. But you were cranky." Bulma said, resting the cloth on his head, "You overworked yourself. You need to rest."

"I don't have time to waste resting." Vegeta grunted as he began to sit up.

"Don't get up," Bulma warned him, "If you want to get better, you need to just let your body shut down for a while."

"Don't tell me what to do Onna," Vegeta grumbled, not realizing his body slowly sinking back into the bed.

"Don't be stupid so I have to boss you around," Bulma said calmly, putting the cloth back on his head after it had fallen from its place when he had sat up.

Vegeta didn't realize he had yawned, resituating himself on the bed, "If there is anyone who is going to be ordering anyone about, it is going to be me."

"Yes, your Majesty," Bulma whispered as she pulled the coverings up to his chin again, "Just close your eyes and rest now."

He was out within seconds.

Bulma left the room before cursing. So much for her first attempt. Perhaps her next attempt would be more successful.


So, she really needed to get this man into gear and be with child as soon as possible. She really wasn't one for waiting. But Vegeta's fatigue crash had forced her to wait. He was a stubborn man and even though she preferred using children's medicine because it worked just as well, she was forced to use the heavy duty knock-someone-out-for-a-couple-hours cold medicine.

He only really gained consciousness to eat, which he complained about because all she gave him was broth and crackers, and promptly conked out afterwards.

By the second night she laid some clean shorts out for him and he had left sometime while she was working in her lab.

Thinking of her next attempt to get into Vegeta's pants was more like it.

She bit her lip as she sat there, contemplating what was going to be done next. So, he knew to stay out of her room now, so there was no point luring him in there again…

But then again, where does he go when he wants to rest?

His room.

She smiled as she discovered her next attempt. She would try a little harder this time and make sure the fatigue variable would not occur again.

It didn't take her long to plot it out and since she had just attacked, he wouldn't be expecting her to try to convince him so soon. She scurried off readying for when she would finally initiate her attack in his room.

It had been a couple days since her idea popped up in her head and once again she had thought it all through.

She was waiting for him as she watched his clock. It was the only light in the room, but she was sure he would smell her… So she had tried to kill her scent with his. Either he was going to be upset cause his sheets smelled of her or that he didn't smell her in the room.

As usual he came up the stairs around 12:05 and he was coming right into her next trap. She smirked, assuming her usual position on her belly, waiting till he entered to move. She was grateful that his bed was not in view of the door. No doubt the only thing Vegeta did to add a touch of his own was moving his furniture just so. His bed was away from the door and he had placed it in a more protective little spot in the room.

No doubt a habit he had acquired. She held her breath as he barged in, cursing under his breath as he headed for the shower, slamming the door shut and from what she could tell in the dark, he was limping or something.

When he flicked the light on in his bathroom, she could tell why he had been cursing. His side had been pierced by one of her droids and he was having a hard time dislodging it. It was touching certain nerves that was causing his leg to stiffen.

Bulma's eyes widened as the door. Locked in again, her just-in-case. But now Vegeta needed medical attention.

Great. Did he do this to tick her off?

She scowled as she hopped off the bed, and walked towards the bathroom, being wary just incase he was like a wounded feral animal. He had yet to remove anything, he really didn't know how to pull the thing out apparently. She let out an audible sigh, alerting him that she was there.

He spun around, wincing ever so slightly as he did and faced her annoyed person.


He had been working, concentrating so hard on training. The new droids were still a challenge even with all the lazing about he did. The nerve of that woman keeping him stuck in her bed, knocking him out with that disgusting medicine, and keeping his energy low by giving him only broth and stale bread things. He had to work extra hard to make up for the two days he had lost.

He had been on his toes the next day, but she didn't approach him. She saw him when he walked carefully to the kitchen and to his room, but that was it. She never jumped him. He hoped that she had lost interest or was still busy planning. He knew she liked to be thorough.

He just didn't expect it this soon.

He had been careless with her newest model in training today and it had managed to pierce him through and through. It didn't hit anything vital, but a few nerves were being pinched, causing his leg to freeze up.

He had carefully limped back into his room, quickly as possible, to try to tend to his wounds. It wasn't until he actually looked at it in the mirror in the privacy of his own wounds did he realize he was way over his head on this one.

He cursed himself a thousand times over as he tried to pull it out. The droid was broken, but he couldn't get it out. He tried to pull it out, but she had harpooned it, the blasted woman, so he couldn't easily pull it out. He hissed a curse when he so much as touched the thing.

He could feel the blood loss getting to him, but he would rather bleed out than go to the woman or her parents for help. He was in the middle of devising what to do next when he heard the heavy sigh of someone at the door. He whipped around, wincing when his movement jarred his poor wound, just to see the woman standing there in another nightgown, but this time in a crimson silk robe like one.

"I was going to try again, but I can see that you aren't up for being fun," Bulma pouted, "What with you having a hole in your stomach."

Vegeta growled as he backed away from her defensively. His nostrils flared as he took in the scents around him. Her scent was heavily covered by his own, which why he hadn't noticed her when first entering. It made him feel strange with her having his scent on her, almost prideful, but he shook it off as he realized he could feel the ki barrier around his room…

How long had that taken her?!?!

Two, three hours? Or had he really just not noticed?

His head felt dizzy he held his position as she neared him, only really taking a few steps back until he had backed up into the counter.

"Calm down," Bulma warned him, her eyes already set on his wound, "That looks bad 'Geta."

"Get away from me, woman," Vegeta snarled, his face contorted into the aggressive expression of a cornered animal. "And don't you dare call me that."

"You call me woman," She shot back as she neared her, controlling her temper the best she could.

He could see that she was angry at something, no doubt him for getting himself hurt. Well that made two people since he couldn't help but be angry that he had done something so stupid.

"Get away," Vegeta snarled again.

He was trying to dislodge the thing, but as of right now, he couldn't even touch the thing without sending shooting pain up his spine and down his leg.

The blue haired woman didn't back down, if anything she came closer. He was about to snap at her when she grabbed hold of the spike that was stuck and gave it a good shake. Pain shot up his spin, a white light flashing before his eyes before he gave a roar of pain and fell forward. She managed to catch him and direct him well enough that he was on the tile, lying on his side as he tried to keep from blacking out.

"Your body's going to go into shock 'Geta, I need you to stay still while I check to see what you've done." Bulma said smoothly as she began opening drawers and cabinets to see what she could use as a first aid kit.

"This..." Vegeta gasped as he tried to stay conscious, "… is… your fault…" He let out another gasp, "I told you… to get away from me…"

"My fault?" Bulma questioned in semi-annoyance, "The only thing I wanted to be my fault was getting you all aroused and on top of me faster than I can blink. I don't remember planning on you being injured."

She found a first aid kit, pulling in out and plopping down next to Vegeta as she opened it up. She put on Latex gloves before lightly touching the metal harpoon spike.

"Don't… Touch it…" Vegeta growled, unable to do anything but howl in pain as she continued to poke and prod at him and his injury, "Don't… touch me."

"Relax, or do you want to bleed out and die?" Bulma asked, continuing her assessment.

Vegeta could hear something click and move in the piece of machinery that laid in his stomach. It made him grit his teeth in pain. The woman made a sound of satisfaction and she pulled the piece out, no longer harpooned at the end.

"How did…" He couldn't finish his question, the air in his wound burned icily as he bled out faster.

Bulma never stopped moving. She was quick as she threaded a needle, sterilizing it, and beginning to close up the wound on one side all while explaining to him.

"I built it. I had to make sure just incase of emergencies such as this one that if it got lodged into anyone's flesh that I'd be able to get it out. The harpoon can be pulled in and out for this very reason."

She was getting blood all over the pads of her feet as well as her legs, but she paid no mind as she finished closing up one side, pushing him on to his stomach to close up the back.

Vegeta thought her brilliant for even thinking up a little detail. It had saved him the pain of her either ripping it out or having her push the whole thing through the wound.

"Breath Vegeta," Bulma told him as she continued to patch him up.

He took a large gulp of air, wondering at what time he had stopped breathing. His head was so foggy from the pain. He wanted nothing more than to just rest. He half cursed at himself for once again needing to rest, and half cursed the woman for seeing him like this.

Once she was finished closing up his wound, she took some anti-infection and inflammatory and made sure his wounds were smothered in them before tugging at his arm to get him to sit up. He did so slowly, resting his back against the cupboards as he looked at the blood that was everywhere. He had really bled.

Bulma as turning on the bathtub- something he never used- adjusting the water, and making the temperature just so. She didn't put a lot of water in it, but she did take Vegeta's arm and tug on it again.

"In you go, strip out of your pants and let's get you cleaned up," Bulma told him as she tugged again.

Despite him suffering a blood loss, Vegeta's face flushed as he looked at her appalled.

"No! I am not about to strip in front of a woman who no doubt doesn't have on any undergarments!" Vegeta yelled.

Bulma didn't get angry like he had wanted, instead she smiled, "So, did you check to see if I did or didn't?"

If possible, his face flushed more. No. It had been on accident the first time. How was he supposed to know?

The woman laughed at him, tugging at the hand she still hand in hers, "Okay, don't take off your training shorts, but let's clean you up a bit."

She crinkled her nose at him, "You stink."

He rolled his eyes, of course he stunk, he had just finished training, even if he had been pierced near the end. He would always later blame it on the loss of blood that night, that everything was foggy, but he listened to her, noticing how his leg was still stiff and numb as he sat in the tub, water reaching up to his waist and soaking his shorts.

Bulma moved for a second, looking for something that must have existed in one of his many bathroom drawers. She wasn't at all nervous of stepping into his blood that drenched the tile while she looked for it. It wasn't like she didn't have it all up and down her legs anyways.

She found whatever she was looking, pulling it out of the drawers and shutting it afterwards. He eyed the hose like movable showerhead. She attached it to the faucet, before turning on the water gently and testing the water. He growled at her when she made a grab for his shampoo and began to lather it in her hands.

"Relax," Bulma told him, smiling as comforting as she could, "I just need to get you clean."

He was about to put up a fuss about her touching him, but it seemed that her comment she had made a few nights ago about being good at giving a bath was correct. The moment her hands went into his hair, he felt ready to purr.

But of course, he didn't. He growled the best he could, but was too weak to fight her off. Not that he wanted to anyways.

She was careful when she cleaned him near his wound. He was too lightheaded to move. She, if anything, kept him awake. If he had been cleaning himself, no doubt he would have passed out.

She would drain the bathtub every so after the blood thickened. When she got to his leg that was still stiff, she paused only a minute. She glanced up at him, seeing how he glowered at her so, then began to use the soap to massage his leg.

Vegeta grunted a bit, growling as he tried to pull it away, but Bulma's grip was firm.

"Hold still, let's see if I can't fix it." Bulma snapped at him before continuing.

"It's bad enough that your even washing me," Vegeta snarled, "You are not about to cause me anymore discomfort."

The wench just pressed her fingers harder into his muscles to try to loosen them up. He bared his teeth, trying to make it through, while all the while she began to hum soothingly.


Bulma didn't even know how she did it. She wasn't sure how she had managed to talk him into letting her bathe him. She just said soothing words as he just gave her low growls. She had been able to clean him up, dress his wounds after he dried himself off with ki, and gave him enough privacy so that he would change- the prude.

He was sleeping now, once he was sure she wasn't going to jump him. She herself was cleaning up the blood he had made and cleaning herself since she was caked in his. She was frustrated at her second attempt failing.

The unknown factors that showed up threw off her plans. She hated it. She finished cleaning up his bathroom, showering and plotting since she no longer could jump him in his state. She would just have to try again.

When Vegeta woke in the morning, she wasn't there. The door was open and her ki barrier and lock on his door was gone. She was already plotting her next attempt.

Weeks went by, attempt after attempt. Vegeta was wearing down after a while and always looking over his shoulder, looking for her to try again. Every time, he avoided her. But what he didn't realize was it was all apart of Bulma's ultimate plan.

She could see him wearing down, knowing soon he would give her what she wanted. She just had to corner him one last time.

She had kept away from his GR. She knew that it was his last place of refuge, so it was the last place she would take. He had never expected it. This attempt, that is. He thought she would only attack when his long days were done, but no. Today she was going to start the game early.

She had woken early. Making sure not to make a lot of sound as she set up in the GR. She had a mattress on the floor of the GR along with silk sheets and pillows. The place didn't smell as bad as she thought it would. He used the auto-wash at night, which surprised her. She did her hair up nice, dressing herself in soft clothes.

She smiled when she heard him humming. He never hummed in front of others, but she had caught him time to time humming when he thought himself out of hearing range. He wouldn't want to be humanized in anyone's eyes or anything.

She was on her stomach, like always, in the dark, waving her legs back and forth as she watched amused as the latch was undone.


Vegeta was getting tired. He was constantly having to watch out for the female as she tired to get him to reproduce with her. Week after week, wearing him down and his resolve was about to break. It would be less trouble to just give it to her. Then he could return to his way of life without having her trying to get into his pants.

Once in a while, she would save him, like the night she had patched him up. Or when she had made him rest. He grudgingly admitted to himself that it if wasn't for her he would have been in worse condition than if she hadn't interfered.

He was humming to himself this morning. He was just in a pleasant mood. He didn't know why, but he just felt pleasant. He was humming a lullaby his mother use to hum whenever she put him to bed. Perhaps it was because the woman had yet to try to jump him this morning. That meant he would be home free when he got into the GR.

His song was stuck in his throat when he unlatched the door to see those blue eyes staring at him coyly. He roared in frustration as he slammed the GR door and walked away from the simulator. He paced for a moment, his good mood gone now that she was finally invading his... HIS… GR.

He ran his fingers through his hair a couple times before coming back to the door, flinging it open and glaring at her. Her eyes never wavered from him with that expecting look.

"What do I have to do to make you leave me alone!?" Vegeta yelled as he gripped the handle.

She rolled onto her back, like a dog showing its belly to show that they were no danger as she kept her calm. She was usually as vocal as he was, but he realized that she was playing it cool as long as she was trying to get this from him. He knew what she wanted; she had been telling him all along.

He just wanted the terms.

"I thought we could consult that," Bulma said as she stretched, "I have made my main request, you can add conditions and terms as well as I can."

"I am not going to be a 'father' figure to the brat. I am not responsible for anything the brat does."

"Alright," Bulma nodded, "He is my heir, not yours. He won't even know you're his father if you so wish."

"I do." Vegeta growled as he sat down inside the GR, shutting the door behind him, "I also refuse to be connected to you in any way."

"No passion, just reproducing," Bulma allowed, "Not too much fun, but I'll live."

Vegeta watched her for a while, "How long will we have to do this?"

"We'll go two, three weeks," Bulma said, "If I find myself impregnated before the end of the three weeks, we'll quit. If not, we will continue until I am with child."

"Fine." Vegeta snapped, "Since you have been pestering me I believe you want to start now?"

"Please," Bulma purred.

Vegeta couldn't refuse her. She was cunning. She had defeated him in the battle and so he would give her what she wanted. She had made her intentions clear, she was only interested in having a child, there was nothing between them and that was how it was going to stay. There would be no passion, no love. Just her on him until she was done with him.

He laid with her that day as well as many days afterwards until she finally with child.