*wincing* I know, I know! I meant to update this story much sooner, but thanks to some helpful, encouraging, and honest reviews, I made myself take my time with it. I didn't want this story to be too rushed, because I was feeling like it was. And honestly, I had some writer's block through the first part of this chapter, so I was at a standstill. I did end up going out of town for 4 days for a mini-vacation with my hubby, so I had some extra time to think about my story, and I came back revitalized with some new ideas. I apologize for the wait, and thank you so much for your patience! Thank you to everyone who left a review, and welcome to the new readers who are following this story! I hope everyone enjoys this next installment! This chapter came out much better than I had originally planned (thank goodness) and it's a long chapter! I hope that'll make up for the extra wait!

A/N: I don't have any affiliation, nor own any rights to Dragonball Z and its characters. I do, however, want a decal sticker of Vegeta, which I will proudly sport on the back window of my vehicle. All hail the Prince of all Saiyans!

Chapter 4- Under The Impression

After eating his breakfast quickly, Vegeta headed straight for his gravity chamber. He didn't want to spend any more time around Bunny and Goku than he already had to. Their incessant chatter got to his nerves, and he was already at his limit when it came to the nonsense they were talking about. He was in no mood to converse, his lack of sleep already put him in a fouler mood than usual, so he felt it was better for him to keep his mouth shut. Sure, he could chew Kakarot out, but he didn't want to risk blowing his temper at Bunny. A few minutes after their conversation turned to the excitement of Bulma's upcoming wedding, Vegeta abruptly stood up, gathering his remaining dishes and dumping them in the sink. He didn't even bother with having another glass of milk, as he walked outside across the perfectly landscaped lawn to his gravity room.

Once inside, he took a look around at the repairs the woman had made the night before. He was pleased, knowing she would stay true to her word and fix the machine like he had demanded. 'She really can't be made to do anything, she's as stubborn as I am.' Vegeta mentally told himself, thinking about how he had threatened her this morning with his own personal skydiving offer. His eyebrows furrowed a bit. It wasn't like her to give in to him so easily. He guessed she really had been tired. He then thought about the gravity room back on Vegetasei that he had destroyed earlier this morning, and he grimaced a bit. The damage he had wrought upon it was much more extensive than the one here on Earth had suffered. 'The woman is going to have an aneurysm when she sees it…' he said to himself, as he walked up to the control panel and set the gravity to 125x that of Earth. It would be a light warm up.

Vegeta barely felt the light pull of the gravity on him, as he began to go through his kata, determined to clear his mind of everything except for his training. His senses had followed Bulma's ki throughout the home as she went to what he guessed was the grand ballroom. Her ki remained there for a long time, and he figured she was taking care of her wedding obligations. He inwardly scowled at the thought. It disturbed him….for what reason, he was unsure. 'She should be repairing my machine, not wasting her time with….' He mentally growled at himself, frustrated from the feeling he was having. He wasn't sure what had gotten into him lately. Just lack of sleep, he supposed. With his warm-up finished, he turned the gravity up to 350x, making sure he didn't max it out. He pressed a button and activated the bots. He programmed an agility-based program that would keep his body and reflexes busy. He was dead set on not thinking about the woman at all for the next few hours.

"Miss Brief?" a soft voice asked, breaking through Bulma's train of thought.

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry, I must have just spaced out." Bulma apologized, as she had completely blanked out on the wedding planner. What was he talking about again?

"No need to apologize, Miss Brief, I know this is an exciting time for you! It's only natural to be overwhelmed with such happiness!" he swooned as he continued to issue out orders to his workers, coordinating which decorations went where.

Bulma's face furrowed, knowing her distraction was not due to the excitement of her wedding. Far from it, actually. "Yeah, it's exciting." Bulma said half-heartedly, as she continued to stand, arms around her stomach, as she watched the team work on transforming the grand ballroom into an amazingly beautiful reception hall. She had already been in there with them for hours, as the planners and designers went to work setting up the tables and the decorations, and she continued to supervise and make changes as necessary.

They didn't know that her mind was not on her upcoming wedding, or on how beautiful the room looked. Her mind was not on the biggest wedding of the century happening in just mere days. She was trying hard to quell the feelings of uneasiness and panic that struck her again. At first, when the team had entered the ballroom, and placed books out for display, she had been okay. Bulma had walked over to the large table that held tons of books splayed around on it, full of pictures of the wedding designers' past work, along with books with absurd amounts of pictures of flower arrangements from the florists, and more books of elaborate cakes from the pastry makers. She had been fine, until they started coming in with decorations, and the flowers, and the cake samples, and small cherry-pickers to hoist themselves up to reach the ceiling, hanging lights and shimmering decorations from up there. Pictures from a book were one thing, but to see the wedding decorations in front of her brought a chilling wave of panic to her.

Everything was great in theory, until reality stood naked and unyielding in front of her.

She discreetly took deep breaths and let them out slowly, willing her body to stop freaking out. After awhile, she calmed down again, and she looked around at the enormous ballroom with a critical eye at all the flower arrangements the florists had brought her. She tasted the rows of cake samples the bakers had made. Everything was brought to her at her simplest command. They may as well have been kneeling at her feet as if she was royalty. They had pulled out all the stops. Her wedding was going to go down in history, and they bent over backwards to make sure Bulma was satisfied with everything they were presenting her. All of them worked diligently, eagerly waiting to hear for final approvals from the famous, rich, and beautiful heiress.

Bulma sighed. That had been hours ago. The panic had temporarily subsided, and she had sucked it up, forcing herself to put a smile on her face and look at the ordeal of the wedding details as a business transaction, not as a personal life-changing event that it was going to be . She tried her best to keep her uneasiness at bay as she convinced herself that her terrible case of cold feet would go away, and soon.

Now, hours later, she sat at the large table again, numbly looking through the books. Yes, everything was very beautiful. She hired the top wedding planners and designers her money could buy. Earlier in the year, when she had first gotten engaged, she was excited, and got the ball rolling, using her fame and power and money to recruit only the best for her lavish wedding. But as the time passed, and the thrill of getting married died down, those damn doubts and fears started to surface. Even now, she was still trying to stifle the feelings of panic and worries she had. She had been so sure that after seeing everything come together, that she'd feel that same excitement again.

Instead, all she felt was dread, and a feeling that something was amiss.

Oh, don't get her wrong, the decorations were exquisite and beautiful. The samples of the flower arrangements the florists had brought were beyond gorgeous, as she tentatively sniffed the flowers earlier, enjoying their exotic smells. The cake samples were absolutely divine. Everything she ever wanted for her wedding was going as she planned. Everything was exactly as she wanted. And everyone there wanted nothing more to please the heiress, lest they lose their jobs and their careers if she was unsatisfied with even one aspect of the nuptials.

She continued thumbing through the books, looking as though she was enthralled with the excitement and beauty of her soon-to-be-wedding. Instead, all she could think about was that maybe she was making a mistake.

"If you'll excuse me, I am going to grab something to drink." Bulma said out loud to a few wedding planners who were hovering nearby her. They bowed graciously, hurrying away to continue their work, as Bulma left the ballroom and headed down the winding hallways back into her home.

The delicious smells had all about faded as she stepped back into the kitchen, watching her mother clean dishes while the bots dried them and put them away. Her stomach rumbled automatically. She then realized she hadn't eaten anything all day besides samples of wedding cake.

Who knew that stress and worries could take away an appetite?

"Oh Bulma, honey, how are things going?" Bunny asked lightly, not missing a step as she continued to wash the pots and pans.

"It's going." Bulma replied flatly, a hand on her stomach as she looked around, wondering what food she could snack on. Everything looked like it was eaten or almost packed away. "Mom, you can go in there and see for yourself, you know."

"Oh I will sweetie, as soon as I'm done with the dishes. Plus I need to start thinking of what to make for dinner."

"Dinner?" Bulma said in a surprised tone, as she glanced at the clock on the wall. She had completely skipped lunch! Her stomach growled again in protest. The afternoon was going by fast. Where had the time gone? As she glanced around the kitchen, contemplating on grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl, or warming up some leftovers from the fridge, her gaze had gone outside the window. She saw the gravity room, its red lights shining through it, indicating it was still active.

"Vegeta's still training?" Bulma asked, perplexed.

Bunny dried her hands on a dish towel, and turned around to face her. "Of course he is dear, you know him. He's been in there all day, except to eat lunch."

Bulma's forehead furrowed in wonderment. "I don't understand…he's got to be busy with things to do on Vegetasei. Why is he still here?"

"Maybe he'd rather be here with you, than over there without you." Bunny said slyly, chuckling a bit as she gave her daughter a wink. She was rewarded with a stern look.

"Please mom, don't start with your ideas again." Bulma shook her head, as she continued to look at the gravity room. "I'm sure he's just waiting for me to be done with the wedding stuff so I can go over there and fix his machine."

"Are you going to?"

Bulma shrugged. "I don't know, we're still not finished up in the ballroom. I guess I could reschedule my wedding dress fitting for tomorrow. I might just go to Vegetasei today. Or I might not. Depends."

"Well either way, I hope you and Vegeta will have dinner with me and your father before either one of you leave."

"Yeah, sure, I don't see why we can't do that. Oh, by the way.." Bulma trailed off, as she grew serious, "…don't bother setting a fifth spot at the dinner table."

Bunny bit the inside of her lip, knowing who she was referring to. "Oh? Where is Yamcha?" Bunny emphasized, going over to the kitchen island and leaning against it, giving her daughter one of those 'see what I mean' looks.

Bulma's demeanor darkened. She took her cell phone out from her jeans' pocket, and checked it.

No missed calls. No missed text messages.

"Good question." Bulma muttered. She had called Yamcha hours ago, when the wedding planners first began to arrive. He was supposed to be there also, helping her to make the final decisions on things. She had wanted his involvement, but she couldn't get a hold of him the entire day. She looked at her mother, and they stared meaningfully at each other for a moment. No words needed to be said.

Yamcha wasn't there.

Vegeta was.

Yamcha had an important reason to be there at Capsule Corp grounds, yet he had flaked out. Early on, Bulma allowed him the excuse that he was busy and wasn't 'good' with wedding plans when they first got engaged. She had done all the planning and decision-making herself throughout the past months. At first, the excitement of finally getting married had been fresh in he mind, and she had wanted to plan everything out herself, but as the months rolled by, her unhappiness at his lack of involvement was always present. After awhile, she gave up on wanting his input, content to plan their wedding by herself. So was it really too much to ask of him that he be there on this one day and at least try to be somewhat involved?! She didn't think that was an unreasonable request.

And Vegeta…well he had no further reason to remain on Earth that day, and she didn't know why he was still there. Bulma tore her eyes away from her mother's piercing look, and turned her eyes back over to the gravity room. They both knew Vegeta was one busy Saiyan prince, who probably had absurd amounts of work and business he needed to handle back home. For whatever reason, he found time to come to Earth, and do some training. That aside, chances are he would also stay for dinner.

How could Bulma deny these facts to herself? They were irrefutable.

Bulma looked rather sternly at her phone, as if it was the bane of her very existence. She pressed the redial button again in irritation. It rang, and rang, and rang. Then it went to voicemail, which Bulma then promptly shut off her phone in an angered huff. She redialed the number again, swearing to Kami that she'd kill him if he didn't answer.

"Hi babe!" Yamcha's voice rang in.

"Where are you?!" Bulma snapped, clearly unhappy. So much for asking nicely.

Yamcha spoke with trepidation. "I'm at baseball practice! Why?"

Bulma's temper flared. "Did you forget what day today is?!"

Oh shit! He was in deep water. It wasn't their wedding day yet. It wasn't their anniversary. Crap, what day was it?

"Is it someone's birthday?" he blurted out tentatively, praying to Kami that it wasn't Bulma's birthday he had forgotten.

"No!" Bulma said sternly. "Today is the day all the wedding planners and decorators are getting the ballroom ready for our reception! You're supposed to have been here hours ago, Yamcha! Why aren't you here?!"

"Babe, I've been at practice all day! I can't be there right now! What's the big deal, you've got it handled anyway, don't you? You know I'm not good with wedding stuff. I'm sure everything you decide on will be fine with me." Yamcha said hurriedly, holding the phone away from his ear, knowing she was about to go nuclear on him.

Bulma fumed. She hadn't felt so enraged in a long time. "I can't believe you think your baseball practice is more important than our wedding plans!" she screeched into her cell phone. "It doesn't matter if you aren't good with wedding stuff, you should be here with me! Do you know how many people have asked me where you were?! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?!"

Yamcha winced at Bulma's rage, knowing she wasn't quite happy with dealing with the wedding plans by herself. "I'm sorry babe! Listen, I'll be there as soon as I can, alright? I'll ask coach if he'll let me leave early…."

"Don't bother! I don't want you here right now! I see where your priorities lie!" Bulma yelled with finality.

"Babe, don't be like that!"

"I'll be however the hell I feel like being! This is bullshit, Yamcha!"

"I'm sorry babe, I know I fucked up. I can't get out of practice right now, but I'll call you later, I promise. Listen, I gotta go! I love you!" Yamcha said quickly, ending the call with a click, leaving Bulma utterly pissed.

"Ugh, I can't believe him!" Bulma yelled in frustration, as she threw her cell phone against the kitchen wall, breaking and shattering it into pieces. She glared at it hatefully, knowing she shouldn't have taken out her fury on the innocent device, but it did help her feel a tiny bit better. The sickening feeling hit her again…the feeling of something being wrong….feelings that she was making a mistake marrying him. She was overwhelmed with so much distress…now was not the time to be feeling like this, not when the wedding she had committed to was only days away.

Bunny had winced, seeing her daughter swiftly take out her rage on the tiny cell phone. She looked at the pieces of the phone strewn on the floor, and sighed as she commanded one of the bots to clean up the shards. Meanwhile, Bulma stood, seething in indescribable emotions, obviously enraged as she stood off to the side, her arms crossed tightly against her chest, standing in quite an intimidating stance. A stance that rivaled even Vegeta's.

Yamcha didn't know how lucky he was to not be there at that moment.

A few seconds later the patio doors swung open in a whirlwind of energy, as in walked a serious-looking Vegeta. His eyebrows were furrowed, his dark eyes quickly glancing around at the surroundings, until they rested on the blue-haired woman. At the same time, his abrupt entrance drew Bulma's attention, as she saw Vegeta storm in, and walk towards her. She quickly scanned her eyes over him, to see if she saw any injuries. Seeing none, she jumped to the second conclusion.

"Don't tell me you've broken the gravity room again." she warned in an uncharacteristically calm, dangerous tone. She was on the brink of losing it, and Vegeta's presence could only mean that he was pulling her away from her wedding plans to tend whatever his demands were.

Vegeta tilted his head to the side a bit, studying her with a critical eye. "No. I came to see what the hell was the matter with you." he said sternly, striding up to her and glancing quickly over her as well. Not noticing any visible physical damage, his posture relaxed somewhat. He crossed his arms over his chest, obviously unpleased about being interrupted during his training.

"With me?" Bulma said incredulously. Nothing was wrong with her, damn it! She wondered what the hell he was talking about.

"Your ki was fluctuating." Vegeta stated, glancing away from her as he observed a bot cleaning up the pieces of something that had broken.

"Well I'm fine!" Bulma answered, oblivious to the fact that Vegeta had sensed her and came to see if everything was alright. "I'm just pissed!"

After analyzing her behavior, Vegeta decided not to question any further. He really didn't care why she was pissed. It was obvious that she was not angry with him, and because of that, he quickly dismissed the matter. He looked back over at her, a displeased look on his face. "Are you done with your wedding crap?"

"Yeah, just about done for today." Bulma murmured, trying to calm down. She felt bad for snapping at Vegeta for no reason. Her fury with Yamcha was something she didn't want take out on him. She was somewhat surprised that Vegeta didn't snap back at her, when she thought he would. Why didn't he? She gave him a suspicious look, wanting to change her strange train of thoughts. "And why are you still here anyway? Don't you have things on Vegetasei to do?"

Vegeta took the towel from over his shoulder and wiped the sweat from his face and neck. "Of course I do, just like you do." he muttered, subtly reminding her that she still needed to fix his machine back home.

"Vegeta…" Bulma started to complain, watching him nonchalantly dry his sweat from his skin. Apparently her mom was right, he had still been training. She watched as his muscles rippled and flexed at his motions and she fell silent, becoming momentarily distracted.

"What?" he asked as he looked at her, wondering what the hell had her so intrigued. He slung the towel back over his shoulder, walking over to the kitchen island to nab an egg roll, only to have Bunny gently slap his hand away with her spatula. She grabbed the plate of egg rolls and wrapped it with saran wrap for later. He huffed as he turned his attention back to Bulma.

"N-nothing." Bulma stuttered, feeling a slight heated blush crawl up to her cheeks. She didn't understand why she had stared at him for a few seconds. She quickly brushed off her momentary lapse. "You don't really expect me to go to Vegetasei and fix the machine tonight, do you?"

"Yes." he stated simply, scowling at his thwarted attempt of grabbing an egg roll. He made his way over to the fridge, opening it up and grabbing a pitcher of lemonade instead.

Bulma absent-mindedly opened the cabinet door above her, grabbing a large glass. As Vegeta neared her, she took the pitcher from his hand and poured the glass of lemonade for him. She handed his glass over for him to drink as she sighed. "I told you I would try to do it today, but no promises."

Vegeta gulped down half his glass of lemonade. "Looks like I'm taking you skydiving, then." His tail swished contently.

"All I hear are empty threats." Bulma smirked. Watching him made her feel she could use a glass herself. She must have been staring at him, because Vegeta's eyes fell on hers as he finished his drink, and a stern look crossed his handsome features.

"What?" he pressed again, wondering what the hell the woman was looking at.

Bulma shook her head, her thoughts clouding her mind. "Nothing." she said as she turned to open the cabinet door again, only to have Vegeta reach up instead and open it, getting a glass for her.

"I don't threaten, woman. I follow through." he replied, as he grabbed the pitcher and filled both their glasses with lemonade. He handed Bulma her glass, looking at her for a moment, trying to decipher if she was challenging him, or being playful with him.

Bulma took the glass he offered her and took a few sips of the refreshing lemonade. They both were oblivious to the simple but significant actions between them at that moment. "Well I still have a few more wedding things to wrap up…" she trailed off, seeing Vegeta's demeanor darken a bit. "But I'll be done by the time dinner is ready. You're staying for dinner, right?"

"Might as well, I've already wasted the whole day here on this mudball." Vegeta grumbled. "After dinner we're heading to Vegetasei…" Bulma was about to challenge him, when he interrupted her. "…and you can get a start on it first thing in the morning. I don't need you fixing my machine while you're half-asleep. One crossed wire and you'll kill me." he mused, giving her a teasing smirk. A long time ago, she had done exactly that. She had been running on virtually no sleep for a few days and accidentally crossed a wrong wire on the gravity simulator's motherboard. The machine had overloaded and exploded. Luckily it wasn't an explosion that could kill someone as powerful as he was, but still, since that day, Vegeta would bring it up now and then, just to irk her.

Bulma stood defiant. "Jackass." she pouted, hating having to be reminded of that one mistake that had hurt him so badly. Irritated, she harshly nudged Vegeta's chest with an open hand, knowing what he was referring to. She didn't think the guilt would ever go away. She had been a wreck as Vegeta recovered, and it took her a long time to find confidence in her abilities again. Even weeks later, when he had surprised her with a rare admittance (and inadvertent forgiveness) that he shouldn't have made her fix it while she was so exhausted, she still put all the blame on herself.

"Just add that to the list of the many things that I am." he stated, his eyes glinting with some sort of affection for her that both of them were unaware of. "Now get going, woman." he said, pushing her away from him, towards the direction of the hallway.

"Fine, fine, I'm going! No need to be pushy!" Bulma complained. "And you better save me some egg rolls!" she called out behind her, as she took the long trek back to the ballroom to finish up with the wedding reception arrangements.

"I promise nothing!" Vegeta called back out to her, as he watched her walk away from him. His tail curled and uncurled as he stood there momentarily, as if he was thinking about something. He then turned and walked the opposite way, back out the patio doors to his gravity machine again. He figured he could get another couple hours of training in before he had to go shower and get ready for dinner.

Bunny stood off to the side, having been momentarily forgotten as she watched her daughter and the Saiyan prince have their discussion. She smiled.

They were in love with each other. They just didn't know it.

"Hi daddy!" Bulma happily greeted her father, whose presence was as scarce around the home as her own.

"Evening, muffin." Dr. Briefs said, giving his daughter a fuzzy peck on the cheek, which made her giggle slightly. He went to sit down next to Vegeta, who was already sitting at the table, reclining back lazily as he waited to be fed. "Evening, my boy."

Vegeta nodded his hello, as his gaze followed Bulma, watching as she helped her mother serve them.

"Oh it's so nice to have all of us to be together as a family again!" Bunny chirped, serving her husband his food.

"Yes, it is quite a rare treat." Dr. Briefs agreed, watching as Bulma served Vegeta first before herself. "The word buzzing around the lab was that the ballroom was decorated today." He mentioned nonchalantly as he studied Vegeta and his daughter. The prince sensed he was being watched, and found himself looking into Dr. Briefs' analytical gaze. He gave him a warning glare, and decided to pay no mind to this conversational topic as he dug his chopsticks into his noodles and began to eat. Dr. Brief ignored Vegeta's warning as he continued talking to Bulma. "You and Yamcha have almost everything ready and set up?"

Bulma scowled at her father's words as she sat down across the table from Vegeta. "Yamcha didn't show up to help out today. Apparently his baseball training was more important than our wedding plans." Bulma gritted, moodily placing her plate and glass down on the table, watching as some of her drink sloshed out of her glass and onto the tablecloth. She sighed and cleaned it up with a napkin.

"I'm sorry sweetheart." Dr. Briefs consoled, as he opened up his newspaper and skimmed through it. "But I'm sure you have everything under control." Dr. Brief smiled slyly at his grumpy daughter as she glared down at her plate of food. "You don't need Yamcha to help out with such trivial things. As long as he shows up at the altar this Saturday, that's all that matters." he reminded, as Bulma's mood darkened at her father's words. She remembered her conversation with her fiancée earlier, and anger washed over her in an unexpected wave.

"Hmph! Right now he should be worrying about whether or not I'll be showing up at the altar!" Bulma threatened out loud as she picked up her chopsticks and mindlessly pushed her food around on her plate, having no appetite at the mention of Yamcha. She had gone back into the ballroom after her small break earlier and spent over another two hours in there, supervising and approving final touches on the ballroom-turned-reception-hall. All she could think about was two things during that time. One, that Yamcha better not show his face on the grounds tonight, asking for forgiveness. And two, that she couldn't wait to get off the planet and head to Vegetasei….working on Vegeta's machine would do wonders to tame her anger and give her time to think things through again.

"Oh now sweetie, you just need to cool down." Bunny said warmly, sitting next to her daughter and giving her arm a gentle squeeze. "I'm sure you'll clear your head and your heart while on Vegetasei." she said, a little too unsubtly, which made Bulma perk an eyebrow up and glance over at her mother, with a look that warned that she better not be up to anything. She ignored Bulma's warning. "If you decide not to meet Yamcha on the altar this Saturday, I'm sure there are plenty of strong, handsome Saiyan men who would be happy to take his place. Right Vegeta?" Bunny giggled. She couldn't help it, she just had to throw that in there!

The tip of Vegeta's tail flicked, as he listened to the conversation, even though he was trying hard not to. It was the woman's adverse reaction to her future husband that he found interesting. He then nearly choked on his rice after hearing Bunny's last words. He looked up from his plate, seeing Bunny smiling slyly, Dr. Brief lower his newspaper to glance at him, and Bulma's reddened face.

Bulma wasn't sure if she was red from embarrassment, anger, or both.

Vegeta swallowed the rest of his food, and resumed his glare down at his plate. "Tch. Like any Saiyan male in his right mind would choose her as a mate."

Dr. Brief quickly raised his newspaper, hiding behind it. Bunny winced, knowing what was to come. Bulma's irritation turned to outright defiance.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" Bulma demanded, slapping her hand down on the table, causing a slight rattle to the dinnerware as she glared at Vegeta. "I am one hell of a catch, Vegeta! I'm smart, beautiful, wealthy, and one hell of a woman!"

He continued to eat his food, unfazed by her angered outburst. His tail swished back and forth. "You're also a spoiled, self-absorbed brat, who is highly annoying, and pathetically weak. Not to mention you scream like a harpy."

Bulma couldn't tell if Vegeta was egging her on for a verbal spar, or if he was being mean to her….or just honest. He refused to look at her, and from her point of view, couldn't read his tail to see what he was up to.

"That's rich! And this coming from an arrogant, vain, over-confident, stubborn, temperamental, ungrateful Saiyan!" Bulma responded back.

"Just add it to the list." Vegeta smirked slightly.

"I'll add an ugly mug to it, also."

Vegeta glanced up at her. "I'm not ugly!"

Bulma smirked, her eyes glinting with amusement. "By my human standards, you are."

"Hn. By my Saiyan standards, you're hideous."

Bulma scoffed. "I am NOT hideous! I'm the most beautiful woman on this planet. Hell I'm probably the most beautiful female in the universe, and you know it! Any Saiyan male would love to take me as their mate!"

"Tch." Vegeta scoffed also, his eyes blazed with challenge. "Hardly. You have no tail, virtually no muscle mass, and ridiculous blue hair and blue eyes. You stand out like a sore thumb."

A heart-wrenching memory came crashing back at her, from many years ago. She was very young. The children at school were picking on her because of her aqua-colored hair, matching blue eyes, and pale skin. She was the only one who had natural blue hair, and was considered a freak, even at that young age. They had been vicious, taunting her and teasing her, even going so far as to put gum and glue in her hair. One time the nurse was forced to cut off a great amount of her blue hair, causing a young and emotional Bulma to come home crying her eyes out. The children told her she was ugly, and that no one would ever find her beautiful. Now of course, being older and rich and famous, her blue hair had become treasured, and she was always praised on her exotic looks, and women all around tried to replicate her beauty. Still, the memory of the bullying was unpleasant, and brought back her feelings of hurt and insecurity. Insecurity that she was loathe to let Vegeta know about, since he hadn't been on Earth during that time.

"Screw you, Vegeta, I know I'm gorgeous! I am beautiful and I don't care what you or anyone else thinks!" Bulma yelled angrily, storming up from the table, her dinner hardly touched. She glared at him. "I'm a catch! Any man would love to be with me!"

"A lot of good it does you! Scar-face couldn't remain loyal to you, even with all of your supposed beauty and brains! He can't even bother to show up to his wedding arrangements with you. Some proof that is!" Vegeta taunted. "Not even your own damn fiancée can show up and be there for you when you need him. Sure, he wants to be with you." he sarcastically threw his last line in her face, and felt something close to regret for the harsh words that just poured from his mouth.

It was a low blow. She was left speechless and completely stricken. He spoke the truth, but damn if Vegeta's words didn't hurt. Having him confirm what she was already thinking and feeling lately about Yamcha didn't help anything at all. It was true, Yamcha had cheated on her before. He constantly flaked out on her, unless it was for something that would benefit him. She had always put more effort into their relationship than he had. Yes, it hurt…but feeling rejection from Vegeta…well, for whatever reason, that hurt the most. But why did it hurt? Her swirling emotions were at conflict with each other. Anger and hurt whipped in her eyes as she looked at Vegeta.

Somehow she found her voice, which was laced with venom. "Fuck off, Vegeta. Don't expect me to go to Vegetasei with you. Find someone else to fix your fucking machine!" she hissed, storming out of the kitchen, hanging a left and heading towards some secluded part of the compound to be utterly alone.

Vegeta watched as she stormed away from him with such absolute finality. He snarled viciously, throwing his chopsticks at his plate in a tantrum as he sunk down in his chair. He crossed his arms over his chest tightly, his tail snapping back and forth in extreme agitation, brooding over what just transpired.

"Smooth move, son." Dr. Brief murmured, still hiding behind his newspaper, but could swear he felt the heated death-gaze from the Saiyan prince.

"Oh dear…" Bunny trailed off, bringing a hand to her mouth in surprise. It was just turning out not to be a good day for Bulma. She looked over at Vegeta, who was still seething in anger as he glared at the kitchen floor. "She's just cranky, dear. It's been a rough couple of weeks, with the wedding and all…" Bunny trailed off, as Vegeta looked up at her with a stern look. "…and she's really tired…"

"Yeah, well, I'm getting tired too….." Vegeta spat, standing up from the dinner table, inferring that he was at his wit's end about something. He wasn't sure if he was going to storm after her, or leave her alone. Just then, the phone in the kitchen rang, and he looked at the caller ID, seeing that it was the weakling calling. Something within him snapped. He picked up the receiver.

"WHAT?!" he growled into the phone, startling the hell out of Yamcha.

"V-Vegeta?" Yamcha stammered, caught off guard. "What are you doing there?" he blurted, not expecting him to be on Earth. Besides, Vegeta never answered the phone, and apparently he was angry.

"What do you want?" he demanded sternly, ignoring his question.

"I, uh, need to talk to Bulma."

Vegeta was reigning in his power, trying not to crush the phone in his hand. "She doesn't want to speak to you, scar-face." he snarled out.

"How about I hear that from her, herself!" Yamcha bravely countered, feeling confident over the phone. "Put her on the line."

"How dare you attempt to order me around." Vegeta growled. "I have no qualms with killing you for your insolence."

Yamcha gulped nervously. Sometimes he forgot that Vegeta was a prince. A powerful, alien prince. A powerful, alien prince who never got along with him, even after all these years. "Bulma wouldn't let you." he responded confidently. Then again, he had pissed her off pretty bad earlier by not showing up for the wedding planners. 'Maybe she would let Vegeta kill me.' he silently thought to himself.

"The woman does not hold power over me." Vegeta said angrily. "Now fuck off."

"Just wait a damn minute!" Yamcha growled, getting pissed that Vegeta wasn't going to let him talk to her. "If you won't put her on the line, then I'll just go over there and talk to her in person!"

Vegeta responded to his insolence by tearing out the phone from the wall and hurling it across the kitchen, effectively destroying the device as well as causing another considerable hole in the solid opposing wall. He had wished it was scar-face's head he had ripped from his neck instead. He snarled ferociously as he wrapped his fuzzed-up tail around his waist and walked out the patio doors, heading to the gravity room. If he didn't expel his pent up anger and energy, he felt he was going to explode. Or kill the weakling.

And he wasn't sure if that would make the woman angrier with him or not.

Bunny had winced as Vegeta took out his rage on the phone, destroying it as Bulma had done earlier with her own cell phone. Sometimes the similarities between them were unbelievable. She ordered another bot to clean up the mess, while Dr. Briefs pulled out his cell phone, dialing a contractor to come early tomorrow morning and fix their wall.

"Oh my…" Bunny murmured, as she took Bulma and Vegeta's plates, dumped the food out, and put the dishes in the sink. She looked out the window at the begging of the sunset, as dusk would soon be hovering over them. She saw the red lights on in the gravity room. "I wonder what all that was about."

"The usual." Dr. Brief murmured as he lit a cigar and continued to read his newspaper, unfazed by everything. "It's a regular soap opera around here."

"Well Vegeta certainly put his foot his mouth this time." Bunny agreed. "But I'm sure he and Bulma will make amends and be back to arguing in no time. As for her and Yamcha…" she trailed off, taking her gaze away from the gravity room and went back to the kitchen table to sit down, and continue their interrupted meal.

"Is it true? Yamcha didn't show up today for the wedding decorations at all?"

Bunny confirmed by shaking her head. "He didn't. Bulma was infuriated."

"Hmph." Dr. Brief grunted, displeased at hearing this. "I told Vegeta that he would make a better husband for Bulma than Yamcha would."

"Did you? And what did he say?!" Bunny asked eagerly, not at all surprised that her husband tried to talk some sense into Vegeta as well.

"He called me crazy. Seems he didn't exactly agree with my opinion."

"That means he didn't disagree either, then." Bunny trailed off thoughtfully. "Of course he wouldn't admit anything, he's as stubborn as Bulma…" she shook her head. "I had a talk with her late last night. She was in complete denial also. Too bad they can't see how crazy they are for each other."

Dr. Brief sighed. "Oh, they see it, alright. They just refuse to believe it."

Oooh…some drama going on! Believe it or not, the hardest part of this chapter was getting a good title for it! In fact, it made me delay updating this story by a whole day while I mulled over a name for it. I hated the original chapter name I came up with. So the title I finally chose and fell in love with for this chapter may seem a little odd, but the term 'under the impression' means "thinking, assuming, or believing something, often incorrectly" and I felt that it described many of the events and situations in it to perfection!

Thanks for reading, everyone! I hope you liked this chapter! Please leave a review and tell me what you thought! Any input is greatly welcomed! Like I said, I'm a new writer, and sometime the ideas in my head are hard to type into words on a laptop!

Chapter 5 is under construction…