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The Third Chapter


When Bulma arrived at her bed room door she froze instantly. There was a faint murmur of water running that sounded like it was coming from her room. She eased the door open and it took her only a few minutes to realize that Vegeta was taking a shower in the connecting bathroom.

Damn it. The blue haired genius cursed mentally, wondering why he had decided to come back to their room. Bulma contemplated leaving to a guest room but instead walked slowly inside. She quickly changed into her sleeping wear and threw all her clothes into the hamper. Before climbing into bed, she cleaned up all the papers and junk that was left on her desk. Bulma was hurrying. She was trying to get into bed without having to interact with Vegeta. She was embarrassed about the slip a few minutes ago. Bulma groaned, she had practically been drooling.

And that asshole! He just had to say something. "See something you like?" She mocked with a deep voice.

Right before she made it under the covers though, the bathroom door opened and out stepped her husband. Bulma turned and froze again. He didn't seem to acknowledge her while he strode across the room to his drawers. Her blue eyes followed him the entire time. Holy... She was sweating, she could feel it. He's playing dirty, Bulma thought in a whine, watching the man, who was naked from head to toe, sort through his drawers for clothes.

Vegeta shot her a look. "Don't mind me. Continue on with whatever it was you were doing."

"You aren't sleeping in here are you?" She asked with a frown.

"Isn't this my room?" He asked with an eye roll.

"But...you...I thought you...said the...disadvantage...you..."Bulma was stuttering, thinking up things to tell him so he wouldn't stay.

"It's ok now. I understand that you really aren't at a disadvantage. I mean, you seem completely nonchalant about the whole thing. Besides, I miss my bed." Vegeta was saying this calmly but inside he was laughing his head off. She thinks she can beat the king? We'll see.

She hopped off the bed and walked over to him. "No. You cannot stay! I mean...we...it'd be too...awkward don't you think?" If he stays I'll jump his bones, I will.

He turned towards her and it was a mistake on both their parts. Bulma was dressed in her usual clothing when she slept. The shortest pink dress that barely went to her mid thighs, no pants, no socks and the no straps on it. Her hair was falling down her shoulders in waves and her eyes were glued onto him, giving him the temptation to rip her garments off.

The feeling was mutual. Bulma's eyes were locked on his...well...manly package. There wasn't anything she had to rip off because his clothes were already off.

There was a silence that involved the two staring at one another, both pondering on what they should do. Vegeta smirked and started moving closer to her. Lets see what she can endure...

"W-what are you doing?"Bulma gulped and slowly began taking steps backward.

"Don't tell me you're afraid?"Vegeta raised an eyebrow, reaching out for her. "I won't bite..." A smirk appeared. "Unless, of course, you want me to."

Another gulp on her part. "W-what..."He wrapped his hand around her wrist."No...I uh..." Say something stupid! DO something. But she couldn't. She felt immobile. He looked so...so...Damn he's sexy.

"Come on, woman." He pulled her to him to whisper in her ear. "Just say it. Say you give up. Save yourself the embarrassment."Man he feels good. REAL good. Bulma closed her eyes and shook her head. Come on girl, get a grip. "You give up?"

"NO!" Bulma pulled away but Vegeta held on tight to her wrist. "Let me go. I'm going to bed."

"So soon?" He glanced at the clock which read 10 o'clock. "Don't you want to stay up and have some fun with me."

Bulma felt her resolve breaking and she commanded herself NOT to look down. Him being naked was helping her lose this battle. Vegeta could feel her panic and desperation to get away. A chuckle escaped from his mouth. He seemed to be winning this bout.

Suddenly, the doorbell rung. Bulma zipped out of the room in a flash and pounded down the stairs towards the front door. Saved by the bell, She thought while opening the door.

What appeared before her made her frown. Standing there, holding onto the shirt collars of her teenage son and Chichi's son, was a police officer. He had a gun on his hip and a stick on the other with buzz cut brown hair and a rough face that softened when he saw her.

"Hello, Sorry to be disturbing you so..."His eyes traveled down to Bulma's exposed legs and he coughed."...so late but I believe these are your children?"

"Only one's mine." She replied flatly, crossing her arms over her chest. "No, I'm the one who's sorry, Officer. What did they do now?"

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When his wife whipped out the room at top speed, he laughed. Man oh man; she wasn't that hard to break. And the part that bugged Vegeta was that she wasn't even fighting back. A few more seconds and she would have probably caved easily.

It wasn't fun to the prince. He liked when his prey struggled. He wanted Bulma to at least try.

He crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged. She got an excuse to leave this time but next time...she won't be as lucky.

Deep down, Vegeta was actually grateful that the door bell had rung because his plan had been backfiring. His wife had looked so lovely in her outfit and man; he was surprised she hadn't noticed that he was going hard on the spot. He hadn't thought about the simple fact that he was just as horny as she was.

He cracked his knuckles. Damn I need some control. I don't need sex everyday. It's not that fucking important. But when he saw Bulma his thoughts all seemed to flush away. All his control was flushed away right with it. She was his woman. She was beautiful and damn it, she was sexy.

"Would you stop it?"Vegeta told himself. "It's been ONE damn day! ONE! She isn't that fucking attractive! "But she was. She was very desirable to him, if not any other man.

He growled. Okay I need something to get my mind off her. Anything at all.

Food maybe? Nah, Bulma was downstairs answering the door. He didn't want to be close to her yet. Training? No, he was exhausted. He had trained 6 straight hours almost, that was enough for a day. So sleep seemed the best bet. Releasing another sigh, the male put on some loose pajama pants and crawled into the bed he shared with Bulma. Curling up on his side, he closed his eyes.

All the while he repeated his mantra in his head. Sex isn't everything. I have control. She isn't that attractive. Sex isn't everything. I have control. She isn't that attractive. Sex isn't everything. I have contr...

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"We caught them vandalizing an elementary school. Seems to me like they could have gotten away but I guess luck was on my side eh?" The officer smiled a bit and chuckled but Bulma didn't find it funny at all. When she gave her son a glare he rolled his eyes in annoyance at the man.

"I'll take care of them now. Thank you officer." The woman nodded and the sergeant pushed them forward into the house. After exchanging goodbyes, Bulma closed the door and turned to glower at the two boys who were trying to sneak away.

"TRUNKS! GOTEN!"

They both jumped and turned around. Goten was looking nervous and afraid while Trunks was more laid back, as if he didn't care even thought he really was frightened.

"Now before you say anything Bulma..."Goten spoke up."I just want to say that the WHOLE idea was your son's!"

"GOTEN!"Trunks exclaimed in a betrayed tone, turning to face him.

"Well it was!" The Son child shot back.

"Both of you shut up."

The boys were so stunned by the sheer anger of Bulma; they closed their mouths and stared wide eyed.

"I can't believe the audacity of you two! Thinking you'd get away with it! I'm so angry I can't think straight!!" She was yelling loudly, flailing her arms, growling. Trunks gulped, man is she pissed.

"We could have gotten away if it wasn't for Goten..."He muttered lowly.

"AND," His mother continued with her tirade. "If you even THINK of doing something so FOOLISH again, I'll make you wish you weren't born! You're just so...so IDIOTIC! So juvenile! I...ARGH!"

Goten had never saw her like this before. I mean, sure he had saw her angry before but man, was she mad. Her face seemed to be turning red and a vein was popping out of her head.

The truth of it was that Bulma wasn't pissed. Well, she was but not with them. She was pissed about this bet she had going with Vegeta. She was pissed about how easily she was willing to cave for a few minutes of pleasure. She needed to learn some damn control. Chichi had been right. Anything could happen. And she needed to play just as dirty as Vegeta was. So what the hell? She had bottled up anger and was taking it out on these two.

When she fell into silence, Goten decided to speak once more. "Are you going to tell my mom?" He looked as though he was ready to cry. Bulma sighed and rubbed her head.

"I'll call her and say you're on your way home."

"So...you aren't going to tell her?"Goten assured, hope in his eyes.

Bulma sighed again and shrugged. "No Goten, I won't." After all, Chichi could take things WAY above the limit. She'd probably put Goten on house arrest until he was forty over something like this. But the sad truth was, Trunks probably had been the brains behind it. He had probably initiated it and he probably had dragged Goten down to do it with him. "Now, run along before I change my mind."

Goten leaped with joy, literally, and laughed. A wide grin was on his face as he ran out the door, not forgetting to shoot a 'see ya later' to Trunks who, not so enthusiastically, returned it.

When he was gone, Trunks turned a sweet smile on her. "Well...I guess I'll be going to bed."

"Trunks!" Bulma stopped him before he made it upstairs. "Come back down here." He groaned and trudged back into the living room, before his mother. "I still have to give you your punishment."

"Mom..."He whined."I'm sorry ok? I shouldn't have done it! Isn't that enough? I mean, Goten gets to get away with it!"

"You aren't Goten, sweetie."

"How unfair!" He yelled, putting on a very Vegeta-like scowl. Bulma sighed and motioned for him to come closer.

"You know I love you right?" Bulma asked as he walked closer. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"Yeah, yeah I know mom. What's the matter with you?" Trunks asked suspiciously. She was acting strange to him. The last time his father hugged him for no reason...he died. He would not allow it to happen to his mother also. He did not want to relive that. "Are you going to be okay?" Panic filled his voice.

"I'm fine, honey. Everything's okay." She pushed him back to stare into his eyes and was surprised at the fear in them. "I just wanted you to know that ok? Its okay, nothing has happened. Go to bed." He stared for a few more seconds but did as told and headed upstairs towards his room.

Bulma sighed. I scared the kid half to death. I wonder why he became so frightened. She shrugged and decided to ponder on that later. Exhaustion was overtaking her body at the moment.

When Bulma arrived back to her bedroom, Vegeta was already in bed, seemingly asleep. He was snuggled under the covers on his side with that blank dreaming face of his. She quietly got in on her side, careful not to wake him. She saw that he had put on some pants and felt relief and then anger. The last thought she had in her head while drifting into sleep was, two can play it your way Vegeta. The games have begun.