I trust you guys liked the last chapter? Thanks for the great reviews and all, I apologize if I can't update quick enough, but I don't always have access to the net so its harder. I'll to get them out quicker though.

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Meet The Ex
"Back for what is yours? I think not," Vegeta laughed dryly.

"I was a fool to let you go Vegeta, now don't tell me that you have gotten over me," the blonde woman purred as she got up and slowly walked over to him.

"Look wench, I am NOT in the mood to be hearing you, now leave my house," Vegeta snapped harshly.

18 smirked and she pressed herself to him. "You're gonna tell me that you don't miss this?" she asked as she grabbed his hand and placed it on her butt. Vegeta looked away from her smirking face and tried not to let his body get the best of him. The damned wench was wearing a very tight dress with a low cleavage line.

She sniffed him softly and her eyes narrowed even more. "You smell like a woman, where were you Vegeta?" She snapped.

"That is non of your concern woman," Vegeta said with an arrogant smirk.

"Really? I know that I'm getting to you Vegeta, I can feel this," she said as she trailed a finger down his crotch. Vegeta swatted her hand away with a hiss and folded his arms across his chest. "Come now, don't play hard to get," she purred as she pulled him out of his office and to the bedroom.

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Vegeta awoke next morning and smirked to himself as a picture of Bulma popped into his head. The woman was absolutely beautiful, but she was too smart for her own good.

He stretched lazily but then scowled when he looked at the other occupant of the bed. 'Foolish wench, all she's good for is a roll in the sack,' he sneered to himself as he got out of the bed. He knew she was up to something but to his rage he had no clue as to what. He went straight into the shower and took one. When he came out he didn't even bother to look at the woman that was now awake.

He walked into his huge closet and a few minutes later walked back out fixing a black silk tie over his all black ensemble. He brushed his thick hair quickly and then turned to 18.

"I expect you to be gone by the time I get here," he said sharply as she sat up and wrapped a sheet around her naked body.

"What? Not even a good morning kiss?" She asked sarcastically. Vegeta was not amused. "I must admit that you didn't put much into it this time Vegeta, why?"

"Because I no longer feel anything for you as a woman," he replied with a sneer.

Her ice blue eyes narrowed darkly, "I'll find out who she is Vegeta, and when I do, there will be hell to pay for her and you both," she said in a threatening voice.

"Really? You think I am afraid of you? What can you possibly do to me?" He broke into laughter as he walked out of the room without a backward glance.

'You should be afraid of what I might do to her when I find her, my love.' 18 smirked evilly as she laid back onto the bed and sighed softly. 'I'll find her sooner or later Veggie.'

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"Bulma! Wake up!" Chichi yelled as she pulled the covers off of Bulma's head.

"Just five more minutes ma!" Bulma groaned tiredly.

"BULMA!!!" Chichi screamed. Bulma sat up with a jolt and moved around frantically.

"WHAT? What?" She asked with a startled yell.

Chichi sniggered. "Its me Chichi, get up and let's get breakfast I want to hear everything about your date and you can tell me while we eat the restaurant across the street!"

"God Chi, you didn't have to yell at me!" Bulma whined. Chichi rolled her eyes and helped her friend up. Bulma went into the bathroom and Chichi laid out Bulma's clothes.

"Hurry up, I'm hungry!" Chichi snapped as she left the room. Bulma grumbled to herself and washed her face and mouth. When she came out of the bathroom she felt around her bed for her clothing and when she found them she changed.

When she walked out of the room, Chichi grabbed her arm and pulled her to the restaurant. They were seated and they ordered their food. Then Bulma told Chichi about everything that happened yesterday.

"Seems like you guys are getting along just fine, ne?" Chichi giggled. Bulma smiled and blushed softly. Chichi gasped. "Oh my gosh! You're starting to like him aren't you?"

Bulma coughed lightly and tapped her hand on the table of the small table. "Well I-I like his voice," Bulma said with a smile.

"Didn't I tell you that you were going to find the perfect guy?" Chichi asked smugly.

Bulma laughed, "You did didn't you? I just hope we go out again."

"Well that won't be a problem," Chichi said slyly. "I gave him your cell number."

"You what? When?"

"Yesterday when he was leaving I was just arriving, I gave him your number and told him to call you."

"I am going to kick your ass Chi!"

As if to prove her point, Bulma's cell rang. Her eyes narrowed as she opened her flip phone. "Hello?"

"Did you dream about me beautiful?" the deep sexy voice asked.

Bulma laughed, "Not as much as you did with me," she responded.

"Woman, do you like the opera?" he asked her flatly.

"I've never been to one, but it'd be good to go some day," Bulma responded with a small shrug to herself.

"Would you like to go with me to one?"

"I'd love to, when?" Bulma asked with a huge smile.

"The Friday after this one, is it ok with you?"

"Yes, that's perfect!"

"Good, then I will pick you up at ten to Seven, wear a gown, this is a very formal place we are going to. And tell your friend that I'll have Kakarot call her so that he can set up a date with her."

"Good enough. By the way, where are you?" Bulma asked him.

"I'm here at my office, I don't have much work to do, so as soon as I finish I'm going home to train and sharpen my skills so that no other woman have the chance to knock me off my feet," he said with a chuckle.

Bulma grinned, "Vegeta I have a question." He grunted and she continued. "When are you going to tell me all about you? I know you have held out on things about you, and that you haven't told me the whole truth about your life."

On his side Vegeta smirked to himself. 'The little woman is very perceptive,' he thought. "I held out on details because I know that there are many things I don't know about you as well," he responded smugly.

"Then when are you going to tell me the whole truth about you?" Bulma asked with a pout.

"When I speak to your doctor about the surgery," he replied smartly. "When is your next appointment?"

"In about two weeks," Bulma responded.

"Then we will wait two weeks, is that good enough? That way I tell you about me, and you will tell me all about you."

"Yes. Well I won't keep you any longer, you need to finish your work."

"Then I will see you in two Fridays?"

"Yes. And I hope you think of me every minute until that day," Bulma said sweetly.

"Only if you think of me also," he replied.

"Oh I will," Bulma said as they both hung up.

"What did he say?" Chichi asked eagerly.

"We have a date in two Fridays. Chi, is the opera a good thing to listen to?"

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She watched from a distance as her ex-husband walked out of his office and towards the elevator. He stepped in and left. She slowly walked over to the secretary who was fixing her things to go and smiled.

"Karen?" she asked the woman softly.

The brunette looked up and smiled widely. "Mrs. Ouji!"

"It's Mrs. Gero now, Vegeta divorced long ago," she said bitterly.

"Well if I may be so bold, I always thought you and Mr. Ouji made a great couple, I never quite understood why you two went your separate ways."

"We weren't connecting anymore, but I'm back for him and I need you to do me a huge favor." The blonde woman said sweetly. "Would you?"

"Of course, what is it?"

"Can you tell me if Vegeta is going to any major event like a dinner or a party?"

"Well, Mr. Ouji told me to book some tickets for the Opera two weeks from now," the woman said as she filed some papers.

"And would you happen to know with who he is going with?" 18 asked carefully.

"No, he doesn't speak to me much about his life, he just said that he and Kakarot are taking out some women. What I do know is that he has been seeing this woman for a few days only."

"Thank you so much Karen! And know that I will remember your generosity. Now I have to go, I have Opera tickets to buy," the blonde woman said with a smirk.

"Good luck!" Karen called.

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"What, does this guy think we're rich or something? He just orders us to wear this and that!" Chichi complained as they walked around in the mall.

"He wouldn't be mistaken if he did think we were, even you have your large amount of money," Bulma said as they went into a store.

"That's true."

"Ok then, let's go find a dress!" Bulma said with a small cheer.

"Let's," Chichi nodded and they began their search.

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For Bulma the two weeks went by quick and she was happy they did. Every morning, Vegeta would call just to ask how she had woken up, and everytime he called her beautiful. Bulma couldn't wait for their date on Friday or the next time she would be able to hear his voice up close and smell the wonderful scent of his cologne. Tomorrow would be the day when she had her appointment with Yamcha, and truth be told, she was afraid of knowing if she'd be able to see again.

Finally it was Friday and both women got ready to go out for their dates. Chichi and Goku were doing especially good, in the two weeks they had gone out a few times and things were going great between them both. Bulma smiled as she thought of her two best friends together and she tried not to giggle as Chichi fussed over her.

"Vegeta is going to trip when he sees you," Chichi said as she finished the last of Bulma's make-up. She had made the front part of her hair into twisties and she had held them with glittering flower hair clips. Then the rest of the hair was curled and puffy with a few of her bangs on her temples. Her make-up was as pretty, with eyeliner to accentuate her azure eyes and glitter eye shadow, and soft pink lipstick.

"You really think so?" Bulma asked sheepishly.

"Yeah, I think so, now I'm going to leave so that you can put your dress on. If you need any help, call me. I'm gonna go put mine on," Chichi said as she left.

Bulma nodded and then walked over to the bed where her dress was. She felt the texture of it and smiled, Chichi did have great taste in clothing. She carefully put on the dress and then smoothed out the wrinkles of the material.

It was a shame she couldn't see how the dress was and how she had changed since she was ten years old. Maybe surgery was the best way to go. "Chichi!" she yelled.

"Be there in a minute!" Her friend called. Bulma then sat on the bed and put on her shoes. Chichi came in and watched as Bulma stood.

"How do I look?"

"Very lovely," Chichi complimented, and it was true. Bulma was wearing a tight navy blue gown, the silk dress had a thin see through glittering layer over it and the back part of the dress was a few inches longer than the rest of the dress. The top part was tube-top and with it she wore long white gloves that reached her forearms.

"Thanks Chi, and do me a favor and describe what you're wearing, please?"

Chichi nodded to herself, "My dress is made of black velvet, the top is halter and it ties like a huge bow at the back of my neck. The cleavage has a decent cu, it puffs out a little and it goes all the way down to the floor. My hair I made into huge curls and tied it up in a ponytail," Chichi said excitedly.

"Goku will be surprised, ne?"

"I hope so. I really like him," Chichi said in a small daze.

"He likes you too, last time that we talked he told me so," Bulma said with a grin.

"That's great!" Chichi said happily.

"I've been meaning to ask you something since the last time I went out with Vegeta," Bulma said.

"Yeah? What?"

"What kind of car does he drive?" Bulma asked.

Chichi grinned widely. "He drives a brand new black Lexus, the interior is pure leather it looks great!"

"That is so cool!" Bulma replied. "What time is it?" Bulma asked as she put on a thin silver chain around her neck.

"It's ten to seven," Chichi responded.

"Then the guys should be here any minute," Bulma said as she grabbed the coat that was on a chair and put it on. Just as she finished the door-bell rang. Chichi pulled her along and both girls went to the door.

When Chichi opened the door, she was encountered by the handsome tall man, he looked her up and down and then turned to look at Bulma. "Wow, both of you look absolutely breath taking!" He said dumbly.

Chichi blushed and Bulma smiled. Then both Chichi and Goku watched as Vegeta approached Bulma and took her hand.

"Ready to go woman?" his deep voice asked.

"Vegeta. When are you going to call me by my name?" she asked with a warm smile.

"When I feel like it," he replied in a snotty voice. Bulma just laughed and they walked out of the apartment.

"Hey Vegeta, you better take care of Bulma alright?" Chichi called before stepping into Goku's car.

Vegeta smirked and nodded as he guided Bulma carefully into his car. "Your friend worries too much for you," he told Bulma as he got into the driver's seat.

"She's not my best friend for nothing," Bulma said with a small laugh. "So tell me, what kind of people or going to be at this place? Is it a small show?" she asked as she heard the car purr to life and as they moved.

"If you call sold out small, then no. Many people are going to be there, most are business partners and even rivals, it's mostly rich snobbish people," Vegeta said flatly.

"So if you're going, does that make you a rich snob?" Bulma asked innocently.

Vegeta smirked to himself. "Of course, how could a handsome man like me NOT be a snob," he said hastily. Bulma laughed with him and just kept quiet for the next few minutes until they arrived.

Vegeta got out of the car first and then ran to her side to help her out, he put her arm around his and they began to walk slowly.

Bulma laughed softly as a thought entered her mind and Vegeta looked at her in an odd way. "What's so funny woman?"

"You should feel very smug, you have a beautiful woman clinging to your arm for the rest of the night," Bulma said with a grin.

"I have yet to agree with you, I have not seen what you are hiding underneath that coat," he told her in a whisper against her cheek, Bulma blushed and nodded.

"In a minute, just be patient," she told him. They walked a bit and finally stopped.

"Welcome to our theater. May I take your coat madam?" Bulma heard someone ask, she nodded and felt Vegeta help her remove it.

"Thank you," she said softly, smoothing a hand down her dress.

Vegeta couldn't help but stare, she looked dazzling. The blue gown she was wearing hugged her delicate curves snugly and the dark color was a sharp contrast to her pale cream colored skin.

"Come woman, pick up your gown we are going up five steps," he told her as he took her arm and wrapped it around his once again. Bulma nodded and they slowly walked up the small flight of stairs.

They walked a little more and then Bulma felt as they stepped into an elevator. It dinged and they stepped out. They walked another short distance and finally stopped.

"Mr. Ouji, it is a pleasure to have you here. The special flyer that you requested is in the lady's seat. And we are at your service if you need anything else," a man said with as much politeness as you give to a royal.

"Thank you, we require nothing else at the moment," Vegeta said curtly. He took Bulma's hand and led her past some curtains and to some box seats.

He guided her down onto the seat and handed her a paper as he sat next to her. "I had this made especially for you," he told her softly. "I assume you read Braille?"

Bulma nodded and guided her hands over the thick paper carefully. Vegeta sat quietly, just staring at her and stunned by her beauty. She then smiled and turned her head in his direction.

"Are you staring at me Vegeta?" she asked with a warm smile.

Vegeta's eyes narrowed and he smirked. "No, what makes you think that ?" He lied.

"I can feel your eyes on me, even if you deny it," Bulma said smugly. Vegeta chuckled in amusement and turned to look out at the crowd. "Vegeta, did you know that this opera is a tragedy?"

"No," he responded flatly. "But it's good to know that at least one of us is going to enjoy this," he kept his flat uninterested tone.

Bulma laughed softly and listened as the murmuring of the crowd dimmed and then stopped completely. Then she listened intently as the show began, it was breathtaking to just hear it, it was a very beautiful story.

The story of a man that fell in love with his fiancee's sister, their love was an impossible one, due to the fact that his fiancee was dying slowly. In the end the fiancee died but not without telling him and her sister that they should be together because she knew they loved each other and had put their love aside just for her sake.

Bulma was near tears as it all ended and she stood up to clap. Vegeta groaned in boredom to himself and he was actually very glad when it was all over. He couldn't believe what women actually liked to be brought to, but for this woman, he found himself willing to do this and more.

Vegeta stood after her and took her hand when she reached for him. "Thank you so much for this wonderful evening Vegeta!" Bulma said happily as she touched his face and leaned in to his lips lightly.

"You are very welcome woman," he said as he touched her jaw lightly. He then took her arm and guided her outside of the small box. As they walked slowly to the elevator, they were stopped by a new voice.

"Vegeta? My my, I haven't seen you in years," the man paused and Bulma felt as if he was looking at her. "Who is this?" he asked.

Vegeta's hand tightened a bit in hers and he growled softly. "That is non of your concern," he snapped.

Bulma felt her other hand being taken. "My name is 17 Gero, with whom do I have the pleasure of speaking with?" the man's voice was smooth and soft as silk as he leaned down and kissed her gloved hand softly.

Against herself she blushed. "My name is Bulma, nice to meet you," she said softly. Vegeta snatched her hand from the other man's grasp and held it to him.

"Stay away from her, she's my woman," he snapped.

Bulma raised a thin eyebrow and was about to question his remark when another voice interrupted them.

"Vegeta? Is that you?" this time it was a female voice.

Vegeta tightened his hold on her and Bulma let out a small yelp, he lightened his hold but didn't release her hands. He glared at the smirking blonde woman and turned to look at Bulma.

Bulma snatched one of her hands away from him and extended it, "My name is Bulma, with who may I ask I'm speaking with?"

"I'm 18, Vegeta's ex-wife."

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Bulma meets the ex. What is going to happen next? I'll try to have the next chapter out next week, but there is no guarantee. I hope you guys liked this chapter and I'll see you in a few!
Byebye

~!Joey!~