WOW GUYS! Thank you all for your amazing feedback. I know one of you felt Vegeta was a little too lust-driven but remember, wet dreams aren't a joke and he DID reject Bulma's revised answer to his invite... Just Saiyan :3

But I love all my reviews, even that one. I hope the lyrics weren't too much, and thanks Cornichon for matching it up with the chapter to let me know it rocked. I'm certainly pleased that you agree!

On a side note, I'm putting here that East City is (no offense intended) kinda ghettotastic. West City is where they SHOULD be set in location-wise in the mythos but I couldn't find any mention of it in previous chapter although I really thought I had. And I do believe I have established everyone (at least Bulma) to be a Junior in High School. Ok, done making myself look even more unprofessional, ANYWAYS.

So without further nonsense, I do believe there is a party to get to...

Do enjoy my puppeteering these characters that I do not, as of today but maaaaybe not tomorrow, own. Boo.


It was Friday morning.

Anyone who was someone with an invitation to the party that night would be wearing their Friday best as a preface outfit to the dazzling number they'd be wearing later that night. This particular day of the week was a celebration among sorts in Orange Star High. Bulma wasn't one to follow the crowd, as was the cause for her reputation as the school's most excluded member of the student body.

But what Bulma did know how to do was stand out. And that she did just that with flying colours.

After zipping zippers and strapping leather, she checked her excessively volumized hair and crinkled her nose as she fluffed it with twitching motions. Did she really look as ridiculous as 18 and Launch did when THEY did their Friday dress-up routine? She felt like a hooker from the inner streets of East City, way too much skin and way too much shine.

...Oh well.

She put her bag on with half an hour left to go before the ominous bell rang, cursing how tired she already felt from getting up two hours prior to contribute as much time to her transformation. Hopefully, as she set off into the dewy rise of the morning sun, it would be worth it.

Vegeta wasn't aware prior to his entry into the classroom that there was a ridiculous routine every week for the dim-minded freaks to express their inner insanity by donning such hideously coordinated outfits. In fact, he could hardly stifle a choking laugh when he saw Goku wearing a black T-shirt with a plaid, sky blue tie over it. He stopped in front of Goku's seat in the front row before deciding to jeer the rival fighter.

With a monster smirk, he laid both hands on the desk a mere two feet away from the surprised martial artist and chided, "Are you seriously as intellectually challenged as I know you to be, or did you close your eyes when choosing your attire this morning?"

Goku's solid brown eyes regarded Vegeta darkly. "Are you seriously trying to insult me or are you just mad that it reminds you of somebody?"

Vegeta blanched and jerked back at the accusation before proceeding to his place. He glanced at the clock as Goku's irritating mention of her reverberated in his mind. It was already 7:50. Bulma was supposed to be some giant school nerd so he presumed she had a flawless attendance record. He rolled his eyes as his train of thought went back to the evening earlier, where she had tried to retract her initial declination of his invite to the party. He didn't let her, and instead shut the door on her and every asinine notion that she was sending through him that she could ever invoke anything other than pure annoyance.

Or, at least he had tried to.

With a bored scowl at the apparent fact that it hadn't worked, the class was still and lifeless as the Professor prepped for lecture. No one had even mentioned she wasn't there, but Goku felt a pinch of anxiety in him for some reason. All the three years he had known her, she had never once been late or absent to class as her father literally had an antidote for almost every common illness and her punctuality was impeccable due to her time OCD.

It was 8:01. What was going on?

His eyes snapped over to the left side of the classroom to meet the obsidian sympathy reflecting from ChiChi's worried gaze. She knew how much his friendship with Bulma meant to him, from all the sparring sessions that he had asked her out of the blue to participate in after school and he would nervously laugh off any mention of Bulma. The entire school was well aware of their camaraderie, but that never stopped Bulma from being singled out as an academic loser. ChiChi felt bad for her, and actually looked up to her for standing her ground. Most of the time... This thing with Vegeta was freaking her out, simply because he had it out for the boy she had a crush on.

Goku quickly turned away, a blush floating over his cheeks. He didn't understand the fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach when they made contact. And the concern etched on her enchanting face seemed all the more appealing to him. But the confusion, along with his problems with Bulma was too much for the warrior.

The door abruptly swung open followed by the clanking of heels striking the floor, causing the entire class to turn heads at the visually striking presence of Bulma Briefs.

"Sorry I'm late," She exclaimed in a bored, casual tone with a smack of gum to boot. "My father wrote this for you, Teach'."

After lazily waving a note at the Professor, who wore the same stunned expression as most of the class, she let it drop on the podium in front of him and went to her seat next to Goku. A frozen blanket of silence befell the classroom for two solid minutes before awkward rearrangements of papers and pencils ensued.

As soon as the noise level returned, Goku slid over to whisper to the scantily clad Bulma, "What the HELL are you doing?"

She returned a frisky grin as she laid her head back with the smug satisfaction of a cat. "Whatever the hell I want, Goku-"

"Excuse me!" The Professor interjected her snide purring, now looked unamused more than startled by the unforeseen transformation in front of him as Bulma gave him a challenging glare. "If you want to be a distraction Miss Briefs, you may exit my classroom promptly!"

"Don't mind if I do..," She quipped with a raised eyebrow, not even stopping to get her things as she stood up. Vegeta not only looked on in pure disbelief at her behaviour, but had to catch his breath when he caught a full glimpse of her outfit. She was wearing the same exact skirt from his dream, black thigh his and a very tight and see-through white blouse. He didn't know much about female apparel, especially what went underneath the clothes since those usually got destroyed anyway. But he was pretty sure she wasn't wearing a brassiere. It was a shock as he felt the dream run through him all over again, but she also had a new sensuality that seemed to strike him right where it hurt. And being behind her didn't help at all either.

He leered on as she briskly walked out of the class, shaking her hips provocatively before deviously smirking. Vegeta could have sworn it was directed at him. He felt himself swallow. How did this happen? She was nothing but a mousy human, completely defenseless to her disposition in the high school population. Now she was this fiercely outspoken epitome of rebellion. His lips kicked up as the image of her schoolgirl skirt and stockings popped back in his mind, understanding the metaphor for a schoolgirl gone wrong.

She was finally making her point.

Vegeta had never felt so turned on in his life. He had to hold a clamped fist to his mouth to distract himself from the influx of blood travelling south. That mischievous smile she sent him triggered the monsoon of attraction that he had tried to avoid this entire time, but her dominant tirade and outfit today completely sealed the deal. He felt almost... proud of her.

Then the rage set in. She had way too much control over him if he couldn't control his senses. This had to stop. He had to leave, and for good. Using Goku's high school wasn't the best idea after all it seemed like. He just wanted to escape, to replenish his self-control and get away from her clutches of lust.

"You too, Ouji?" Asked the Professor. Vegeta hadn't even realized he'd stood up. Goku turned around, a look of outrage on his face.

"Don't worry. I'm not coming back," He said as he went down the stairs, facing Goku the entire time. Goku nodded, understanding that Vegeta WASN'T going after Bulma. If he did, Goku felt certain he would end Vegeta's life.

When Vegeta got to the hallway, he didn't really know where to go or what to do with himself. He felt so frustrated with himself, at his failed attempts to get Goku in a vulnerable enough spot to take out his vengeance. But now this girl... She completely impeded him. Yes, he had tricked her but it had only backfired on him. Adrenaline rushed through his hurt pride and he began striding down the hallway, needed to just get outside to fresh air.

"PSSST!"

He stopped. He felt everything stop as he felt a wave of magnetism pull at him to turn around and look at those flashing turquoise orbs.

"Where are you going, Vegeta?" Came her belltone question in a mixed tone of sadness and wonder. It echoed in his head over and over until he turned to her. She was cracking the girls' bathroom door open with her head peeking out. Her face held the same mischievous stare, luring him in there with her. He grappled with the stubborn demons in his head, reminding him of what a failure she had lead him to be. He clamped a fist, feeling that pull lower to the pit of his stomach and below...

He saw a hall monitor turn the corner from his peripheral vision and next thing he knew the door was closed behind him and he was surrounded by navy blue tiles and stalls. As well as the pungent odor of cigarette smoke from between Bulma's manicured fingers.

He looked at her with a flash of annoyance. "Why are you inhaling that malodorous garbage?"

"I like to smoke, actually. It calms me down."

Vegeta rolled his eyes and folded his arms, "How come I haven't seen you smoke?"

"Because you haven't seen me in my lab. When I get stuck in an experiment, I freak out."

He raised a thick black eyebrow and retorted smugly, "Are you getting stuck in this experiment?"

She scowled at him, thinning her eyes in offense. "Why did you come in here?"

"The hall monitor," Vegeta said in a slight cough, looking away. He wasn't prepared for that question. Bulma's lips rose in a smirk.

"You don't care about the hall monitor," She declared wryly. His eyes snapped to hers with warning, as they always did when she was pushing it. Instead of scaring her, it thrilled her. But she was trying to keep in mind the entire purpose of getting his and everyone's attention like this. She wasn't supposed to care.

"So what is this? Are you attempting to join the 'popularity parade' with all the other sheep? Maybe that Yamcha perhaps?"

"Excuse you! I'm not doing any such thing, Vegeta. I really don't know what you're talking about..." She finished with a faux innocent grin as she put her cigarette out in the sink. He returned it with a devious flash in his onyx orbs as he approached, not stopping until they were merely a foot apart from each other.

"Level with me, girl.. Do you really think your newfound bad girl charade is going to get his attention the way that you want it to?"

Her eyebrows etched together in confusion. "What the hell does that mean?"

"It means.. You are what you offer, Bulma. You may think this is power but really you're just handing it out."

"Handing what out, Vegeta?" She seethed, beginning to understand where this was going.

She watched as his eyes dropped to her stomach, and lowering every so slightly before flickering his gaze back to hers. "Everything."

A slap reverberated through the bathroom walls. "Screw you, Vegeta!"

Vegeta's face was only turned to the side as he blinked, feeling outrage swarm through him. She was just about to turn and leave before his hand shot out and grabbed her arm. Startled, she turned and glared at him with surprise filling her expression. There was almost an electric shock running like a current through her arm and his hand. Their eyes locked in that moment at the instantaneous heat that filled the room like smoke.

As the seconds wore on and realization hit, he tentatively let her arm fall from his grasp. His chest heaved with the pressure of what just went through his head, everything he had wanted to do to her in that moment. It was too much, again, and he couldn't breathe. He was crushed under the weight of this dilemma he had, his attraction to her too strong to keep his head clear enough to act.

Bulma's head swirled with confusion as well. Only a couple days ago he was just Vegeta, a strange and sometimes rude new kid who had it out for her best friend. And that was all. She had yet to even have a crush on anyone, and even Yamcha didn't count because she hardly knew him. And he had yet to even know she existed. But Vegeta did, and he was here. He had been the only one here with her this entire time.

All at once, it made sense. That same electricity they felt at his house the day before made him kick her out. He was scared. She knew there were many things, probably dark things that she didn't know about Vegeta... But that didn't seem to matter or change what just ran through her at his touch, though aggressive and heated as it may be.

She actually kind of... liked it.

She turned back to him, an innocent uncertainty fluttering through her cerulean gaze but once they were met by obsidian orbs it was washed away by an alluring passion. Bulma felt her hands reach up to his neck and face, her lips diving into his. As tormented as the still Vegeta was, he couldn't help but succumb to that burning want he felt from her, emanating from her scantily clad body. Just like in his dream, the mystifying force of their chemistry sent his hands down the periphery of her curves, resting on that damned skirt of hers.

Bulma felt herself sent into the wall, his mouth crashing into her neck as he reached for her thighs and pulled her up onto him. She could hardly breathe as the steel waves of tantalizing arousal struck her in ways she had never felt late at night when she would touch herself. She was aware of sex and was able to make herself climax... But this feeling seemed to surpass anything she had ever read or experienced. It couldn't be explained by scientific terms or processes. It overtook her and she was swimming in waves of exhilarating passion, unable to speak as her chest heaved with the musky air between them.

As she felt herself drowning in Vegeta's ministrations on her neck and jaw line, she remembered suddenly what she was supposed to do now. She had already let it go too far as it was...

His face came back up to hers, his lips hovering over hers as blue and black seemed to melt together in their heated gazes. Then she turned her head away, pushing off of him. He backed away, disbelieving what he had just done. That was nothing he had ever felt with any of the girls he'd previously slept with. This was what he was trying to prevent. He wasn't even supposed to be here.

"Vegeta, I can't."

He froze. SHE couldn't? Suddenly his ego perked up; Vegeta had never been rejected by a girl before. And after THAT was incredulous to him that any woman would say such a thing after.

"What nonsense are you spouting now-?"

She shook her head, feeling a torturous swell of regret already taking over as she heard the words fly from her mouth. "I'm sorry, I just can't!"

With that, she left him in the girls' bathroom, blinking in shock. To his bad luck, 18 and Launch walked in as Bulma was running out. They both sent raised eyebrows at her, and the noticed Vegeta standing there. Instantly giggling, Launch quipped, "Well I didn't expect to see that today."

Scowling, Vegeta pushed through him and growled, "Peasants."

"Hey!" 18 cried out, mockingly placing a hand on her chest with her eyebrows curved upwards dramatically. "I'm offended."

"Good!" Vegeta spat, sending both of them a deathglare.

"Aw.." Launch tilted her head. "I think new boy's angry at us, 18."

She rose a blonde eyebrow, "So.. Are you coming to my party, Vegeta?"

He stood quiet, regarding them coolly with a condescending silence.

18 snuck a nervous glance at Launch before looking to him with an evil smile, "It'll make you feel better, I promise."

Vegeta sighed. He knew better than to pass out an opportunity to distract himself from the mess he had made with his agenda there. He might as well let loose and give in to the invitation to be in the same highly regarded part of society... One where Bulma simply didn't belong.

And besides, free alcohol.


So she gave it up. Just like that. To symbolize the idiocy of her fellow classmates and prove some prideful point, she attained an unexcused absence (technically, until she would blusteringly explain to her father's stunned face) and surrendered a chance to feel and do something she had never done before. She still didn't know if she should go to this party tonight... How far would she go?

And would Vegeta go?

As she put her things on the floor that she had retrieved after class had rang out, she leaned on her front door and let out a huge sigh. This was a lot. What was she doing?

A knock on the front door behind her made her shriek. She had been all panic and nerves for skipping class, wearing an extremely slutty outfit, and being someone she wasn't. She feebly opened the door to see a visibly worried Goku.

"What are you doing?" He asked, and without the accusatory tone she expected.

She threw her hair back, faking confidence. "Nothing. Just felt like going home for the day."

He blinked, not knowing what to do with her answer. She hated making him look uncomfortable, it was so unlike his chill and carefree demeanor. Then he looked up at her, those wounded puppy eyes that made her think for almost a second she had her first crush on him.

It took her back to the last night they had spent together as preteens, and for good reason. Goku's naivety towards the anatomy of women became clear when he had woken up in the middle of the night and found the flailed about Bulma asleep with the covers everywhere but on her. He noticed she lacked the endowment that he had there, so he decided to pat it and see if it would appear. She woke up with a fright, knocking him off the bed as what followed was a very comical misunderstanding.

It was that shock that went through her at those innocent-minded pats. She remembered them soon after and thought it meant she was in love. But then he had met ChiChi at a tournament, and the rest was history. They coexisted as normal, that conversation never happening.

Until now.

"Goku..." She began with a pained expression but he stopped her with a question.

"Can I come in?"

She nodded, "Sure."

This time she took him to her bedroom. He went to sit on the bed and she in her computer chair, as always. It felt the same as it always had, except now it seemed a little heavier between them. Was it the kiss she asked for? Was it Vegeta?

"What is it, Goku?"

"Bulma I'm not here to hurt you, or not be here for you. Vegeta is bad news, and I heard you were caught running out of the.. girls' bathroom."

The way he swallowed when saying that with all of its crude implications made Bulma choke out a giggle. "Um, okay?!"

"Well.." He looked away, motioning as if he wanted to say something. She facepanned.

"Say it."

He looked over at her with wide, almost frightened brown eyes as he asked in the voice of a scared child, "Did he do something to your parts? You know, the one I..."

Since the incident, Goku realized it was a part of the body with a higher purpose than to be patted. And he also took Sex Ed, which he was never the same afterwards. Bulma held a hand up to stop his sentence.

"No... No he did not." She said with the utmost certainty except for the tinges of red flooding her pale cheeks. Goku let his lips curve a little.

"Why the blush there Briefs?" He taunted with a smile. She felt herself lighten at the sight of it. In that second, it was if nothing had gone wrong between them.

"Because, Goku.. " She looked away but the beaming blush faded as she recalled the ending of such events in the girls' bathroom. "It-It's nothing! And it doesn't matter. I'm-I'm STILL going to that party, Goku, whether he's there or not. I don't care!"

He stood up as he watched her cross her room, pacing in her shirt and stockings. He had to admit she did look a lot prettier than usual but it didn't give him those same flutterings in his stomach.

Then he briefly wondered if Vegeta got those for Bulma.

"Bulma, you should go."

She looked over at him from across her bedroom, her face stunned. "Huh?"

"Seriously. I want you to go. If you like him... That is."

Her eyebrows dug in a little as she walked toward him, her hand wrapping around one of the poles from her pink bed frame. "Why?"

"Because you need to be happy, too. I know what it's like to like somebody. You get these little crawly things in your tummy and they swirl around and around the longer you look at them. When they walk into a room, you feel it light up."

Her eyes widened. Was he talking about her?! Her hand rested on her chest as it swelled with a dizzy grandeur. "Goku..?"

"Yeah. ChiChi. I asked her to spar with me after school while you and I weren't talking. Ever since she's been.. amazing. I can't even describe it. And she's worried about you too. We want you to be better than this."

She blinked as her chest dropped slightly. He wasn't talking about her. Relief flooded her chest as she looked up at him with questioning blue eyes. "What about.. You know, what I did."

He shook his head, "It's okay. I know why you did that."

Tilting her head inquisitively, his boyish smile appeared.

"You hadn't had that feeling for Vegeta yet. Did you think it was never going to happen?"

"Well.. No, I was scared Goku, I didn't see him like that. And I'm still not sure if I can..."

"Why?"

Her expression darkened, "He doesn't know how to be close to someone. I went to his house and he... He gave me this look and then kicked me out."

"What look?"

She swallowed, "Like he was hungry. Like a...Monster."

Then it was his face that darkened, considerably so. "Bulma, what did he do to you? Tell me!"

She shook her head feverishly. "No, no. He didn't DO anything but if he hadn't kicked me out, I think..."

"You think what?"

"I think he would have kissed me. But as soon as we were close enough to, he stopped and told me to leave."

Goku shook his head.

"It.. would have been my first kiss."

"Bulma! Why did you go there by yourself anyway?"

"Because he was the one who invited me to this party at 18's tonight. At first I declined because.. Because I didn't feel I was good enough to be there. And I wouldn't fit in, especially without you."

His face softened as he stared into her misty eyes.

She continued softly, "Then I.. I decided after our fight that I wasn't going to give up like that. Only something changed with Vegeta. He was more distant and wouldn't talk to me, you saw! So this morning I decided to show everyone what I got because I don't need Vegeta. And I don't even need you, Goku."

"Yes, you do. Obviously. You go chasing my martial art rivals who KNOW how close we are and you think it's a good idea to get in between us!"

Bulma scoffed incredulously, stubbornly placing her hands on her hips. "What are you talking about now?"

"Bulma," Goku stepped toward her, taking a hand in his, "You need to stay away from him. Vegeta is dangerous and he isn't here for fun and games with you! He's here to fight me, and I don't know exactly why. He's only trying to get to ME through YOU."

Her face crumpled into shock and confusion as she stepped back. Was she really a pawn in some weird revenge plot between Goku and Vegeta?

"If you go tonight, I'm going with you. I'm going to protect you, whatever it takes. You're my best friend-"

"Stop! Just stop. I don't believe you're doing this to me," She snapped.

"What? I'm not the one who's going to do something to you!"

"Vegeta... is different. Yes, he is a little off, but he is NOT a killer or monster that you say he is. That look he had was the same look he had today when we kissed. He wasn't hurting me in the girls' bathroom, Goku. Even when I turned him down..."

"That doesn't mean he won't." Goku retorted flatly. Bulma frowned.

"Then leave. I'm done hearing your wild theories about someone that I know better than you do."

"Bulma, just because he's physical with you doesn't mean he's safe."

Her eyes flashed with the same outrage she felt earlier when Vegeta commented on the suggestiveness of her outfit. "Get out. Before I put you out myself. You said it yourself that you knew what it was like to like someone. Apparently not."

He shook his head. "You're playing with fire, Bulma. It's your choice, but don't get burned."


Vegeta threw on his wifebeater and gym pants, never seeing the point of dressing up for these things. He'd rather be comfortable than blend in with the pretentious crowd. But he knew it'd be dark, completely incognito to spot Goku before Goku spotted him. He performed his nightly ritual of staring into the mirror at himself, watching the televised death of his father and his entire city in flames in his head. He heard the voices of his father's Commander, Frieza, attempting to soothe him with a twisted homage to his heritage when he didn't even belong to it. The entire chain of events was suspicious as it was, but all he knew was it started with that laser stabbing through his father's torso as he was sitting on the throne of East District, watching the Martial Arts Tournament.

Instead, everyone bore witness to the death of its crowned leader. Everyone including his son, who lost everything thereafter, and there was only one person in his mind to avenge his father by descending the same brutal death upon him. All he needed was a close enough shot, and enough people out of the damn way.

And this time, it wouldn't involve that ridiculous female.

But once again his thoughts about his true agenda were shattered by those conflicted cerulean orbs piercing into his with their hazy yearning and burning lust tempting him to envelope himself in her tantalizing scent. His Saiyan senses picked up every wave of musk that indicated her growing arousal, only exacerbating his own. He was mystified by her effect on him, but disturbed by it all at once. Not only was he not used to it whatsoever, but it was a liability. It was complicating matters further for him and the reason he was there to begin with.

He never should have created that agreement.

It was too late to regret that now. Hopefully she decided against this damn party and wouldn't distract him from his endeavor of a distraction from her. And possibly an opportunity to carry out his vengeance.


Goku felt his chest fluttering again as he stepped up to the door to ChiChi's cottage in the hills. Her huge, burly father opened the door and greeted him kindly. When she came out in jeans and a red satin tank top, he swooned.

"Ready to go?" She asked him, her face drawn with excitement. He took a breath in to regain his composure, it was such a silly feeling.

"Yeah! Alright, see ya Ox King!" Goku called out as they jumped in his classic red convertible. He tried to push the ominous tension of what could really happen tonight out of his head, already anxious to find Bulma so he could monitor everything. The pressure of keeping the imminent danger that was Vegeta away from his best friend pulsed in him, but when ChiChi laid her hand on his while he drove, he felt himself instantaneously calm down.

Maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad after all.


Bulma stood in front of the mirror. There she was. Leather thigh high boots with a leather skirt to match. She put on her black gloves and motorcycle helmet, ready for everything she knew the night was going to be. Bulma Briefs had never once just let loose, releasing that wild adventurous steak in her since she had been younger with more innocent intentions. Now, she was prepared to do whatever necessary to be the opposite of who she was pegged to be.

She was tired of the perfection that everyone envied. Her ego was still as elevated as before, except she felt a little more powerful this time.

"You may think this is power but really you're just handing it out."

"No.. You're wrong, Vegeta. And you're about to find out, tonight."

Her words echoed around her as she stared at her transformed reflection, feeling just as exhilarated as she felt alienated from her former self.


Bass seemed to vibrate the entire neighborhood, cars parking in every possible space available in the large culdesac of 18's mansion. Her and her antisocial brother 17 had been adopted by ' archrival , who had a considerable track record of importing dangerous and illegal chemicals to experiment with. Unfortunately no one had proof so he raked in the cash by exporting it to unknown parties, allegedly. Bulma shivered as she got off her bike in front of its glowing mass, and not from the evening breeze.

Vegeta was enjoying his third beer, up on the stairs that faced the front door so he had hawkeye vision on every person who entered. He had been waiting to see that asinine grin on that clown's face when he walked in with the black-haired harpy. He had seen the girl at various tournaments, and wondered if it was part of some kind of conspiracy between the two to kill his father. But before he could ponder it further, the bright flash of blue appeared at the door.

Suddenly there was an uproar. At first, Bulma stood awkwardly, awaiting social execution for turning up at a high profile party. But word had spread by the end of the school day of her first period antics. Her eyes widened as suddenly she was picked up by the jocks and the room began to cheer for her to drink. Vegeta stood, watching as she became a celebrated spectacle.

Cause you're lost in front of me

It's true, I'm losing you

Cause you're lost in front of me

It's true, I'm losing you

And you know it's over

When you're going down

Take everything and live for the moment,

It's only gonna bring you down tonight.


FINALLY. So sorry guys, this is what happens when you get a new full time job and it's overwhelming as hell. Had to tear this whole gem out of me in one go tonight. What do you think? I heard you guys out on wanting more of Vegeta's back story, here it is. And I'm not trying to push him over the OOC ledge but he does have an attraction to Bulma that I try to balance with the same stubborn pride apathy thing.

Trust me... It gets better.

The more feedback, the harder I'll try to get the long-awaited party chapter out by the weekend! I know I teased you guys with more hubbub and a cliffhanger but...

Too bad. Anticipation is the finest form of foreplay. And it's going to get a little hot up in here.

The above lyrics do not belong to me but to Gemini and their song "And Blue, which will also be utilized in the next chapter. If you wish to match it while you read, make sure you find the version that's around 4 minutes and 51 seconds, it's the better version.

Reviews make the heart grow fonder, as well. See ya soon!

~Jckash03