Yamcha was in a great mood as he and Vegeta were both heading outside after breakfast. Bulma had been acting like the Saiyan didn't even exist lately. She didn't make attempts at conversation with him anymore or so much as look in his direction. All her attention was focused on Yamcha now, and he couldn't have been more smug about it as he remarked to Vegeta before going to practice, "Let me know if you need help finding an apartment when you lose. I know all the good spots."

'Fool,' Vegeta thought, ignoring him completely. The scar faced imbecile was so ignorant of how attracted his woman was to him, despite her efforts to hide it. And he wanted him to remain ignorant until the last moment—when the wound would be most fatal. That was why he didn't let the weakling see them kissing in the kitchen. It was too soon. He'd let him dwell in his puffed up illusion of security while he could. Right now, the prince had some tension he needed to work off. He got down on the grass and started his warm-up exercises. Somehow the blue haired woman managed to worm her way into his subconscious last night and he awoke that morning with his boxers sticking to his thighs—something he hadn't experienced since he was a boy. Having such a juvenile occurrence at his age was a blow to his pride. He would have sooner welcomed his recurring nightmare of Kakarott and that kid.

The woman was physically appealing but that was hardly reason for him to be dreaming about her, let alone a wet dream. He'd never had a single dream about any of the women he'd been with, and he hadn't even bedded her—yet. Surely he couldn't have gotten that worked up over some measly kisses. Then again, he hadn't had a woman in quite some time—over two years—so he supposed it made sense that he would fantasize about Bulma after their encounter. She was a beautiful woman. Her beauty demanded his attention even while he was in the midst of his life and death mission on Namek. But despite how beautiful she was and sharing the same residence with her, he likely would have never pursued her if not for the weakling's proposition. Now she was an itch he realized he really wanted to scratch.

Vegeta looked across the lawn at the C.C. employees working on repairing the gravity room. Lots of workers were milling around the premises working on that and the construction of a new indoor gravity room. But he didn't hear it from Bulma—she sent her father to tell him the news. She was standing near the gravity room now overseeing the repairs. It had been three days since they kissed; how long did she think she could keep avoiding him? She was acting like a child. He saw her glance in his direction and call one of her female employees to her to tell her something. Then the female started walking towards him. He stood up from his 80th pushup and waited with his arms folded across his chest.

"Good morning, Mr. Vegeta, sir," she said timidly. "Ms. Brief wanted me to inform you that—"

"Tell her to stop being a coward and come tell me herself."

"Oh, um…right. Okay." She went back across the lawn to deliver the message to Bulma.

Bulma huffed and shot a glare at him when she got the memo. "You go back over there and tell that jerk that he doesn't tell me what to do."

The employee nodded, looking perplexed and went over to Vegeta to tell him what she said. Bulma had her hands on her hips tapping her foot impatiently as the girl was walking back to her.

"Well?" she demanded.

"He said to say it to his face, uh, Ms. Brief."

"Hey asshole! I'm saying it to your face!" Bulma hollered at him and stuck her tongue out.

Vegeta unfolded his right arm to curl his index finger in a 'come here' gesture to the employee. She pointed to herself. "Me?" she mouthed nervously and he nodded. She looked to her employer for help.

"Don't go over there," Bulma commanded. "Just ignore him."

The employee breathed a sigh of relief at being relinquished from their personal drama and started walking away to finish working on technical tasks. She flinched and froze in place when the intimidating man started shouting at her.

"Get your ass over here!"

"Don't let him bully you, Tam," Bulma hissed.

Tam shook her head fearfully. "I…I think I'd better go, Ms. Brief. He looks seriously ticked off."

Bulma sucked her teeth. "That's just his normal facial expression." Curiosity stopped her from making her stay put, though. 'What's he gonna say this time?' she wondered. Tam was blushing furiously when she came back to Bulma that time.

"What'd he say?"

"Um," Tam cleared her throat, "He said you sound like you really want to kiss him again."

"Okay, that's it! Tam, you get back to work now," Bulma ordered as she angrily stomped over to the Saiyan. What was he thinking saying a thing like that! Everyone knew she was with Yamcha, he totally made her sound like a two-timer! Which she was but only that one time that wasn't ever going to happen again. Vegeta smirked at her as he waited for her to get to him. "Who do you think you—" she started to lay into him before he grabbed her by the waist and stole the rest of her speech with his mouth. The slow, sensual tongue kiss dissipated her anger and replaced it with the feeling that she was made of jello—hot jello.

"What do you want to tell me, woman?" he purred when he broke the kiss.

Bulma's eyes were still closed and her jaw was slack when he released her, but she quickly snapped out of it and remembered her surroundings. She looked around to see if anyone saw them and, thankfully, no one was paying them any mind.

"Would you stop doing that?" she growled.

"Why? You like it."

"No I don't, so cut it out already! I'm in a relationship—a happy relationship with Yamcha. Got it, buddy?"

"You're happy with a man who can't even bring you to orgasm?"

Bulma's eyes bulged from their sockets. "How the hell do you know that?" she blurted before she could stop herself.

Vegeta shrugged in mock innocence. "I have ears. And they hear. Or rather, it's what they don't hear when you're in bed with your weakling."

"That's none of your business, Vegeta! And why are you listening to us anyway, you pervert!"

He rolled his eyes. "Saiyan hearing is more advanced than humans, my room is right above yours, and you leave your balcony doors open."

Her cheeks reddened and she looked away from him uncomfortably. "Just mind your business, jerk." Then she turned and walked away from him. "Like you could do better," she muttered under her breath.

An instant later, Vegeta grabbed her arm and pulled her roughly against him. "Did I not just tell you I have excellent hearing, woman?" he murmured in her ear. "Trust me, I can do much, much better," he promised huskily and licked her earlobe.

Bulma gulped and backed away from him slowly, then turned tail and practically sprinted across the lawn. Vegeta watched her run away, incredibly tempted to chase her down and force her into submission. Instead he dropped to the grass to finish his pushups and thought about something else—anything else to calm his growing arousal in his shorts.

AN: I'm doing a pretty good job of keeping this story clean, if I do say so myself. Oh, and believe me, it's hard. Harder than Vegeta is right now hahaha. Okay, Im done. Review, review, review!