When Bulma finally rolled out of bed it was well past noon and she felt reinvigorated. She made her way to the closet. Sweats and a t-shirt would do just fine, she wasn't going anywhere. It was a day of rest. Walking past the mirror, she froze. Her finger hooked in the waistband of her baggy gray sweats and pulled them down. The cut up t-shirt made crop top she had on wouldn't do. Purple bruises blemished her skin. Not the sort of hickey she was used to after a night like the last. She laughed to herself, he had quite the grip. She changed her shirt and made her way out the room. She took the elevator down to the recreation floor, sure her mother would be around there somewhere. She wasn't out on the terrace, so Bulma went to the next stop on her list. She froze in her spot as she heard soft music. Her eyes widened in shock. She was in there? Bulma walked through the archway and was bathed in natural lighting. She searched around the vast curved shape room until she spotted her mother. She scurried over to the cream-colored chaise. Her head rested against the plush cushion and she waved over at her mother. Mrs. Briefs smiled over at her and finished up.

"It's been so long since I heard you play." Bulma smiled at her mother, who sat behind in front of the wide window.

"It's been a while since I've played. Let's say a certain sour face I couldn't stand any longer gave me the inspiration to." The older woman giggled, her cheek resting on the neck of the fingerboard. Bulma snorted a chuckle, she knew the certain sour face was none other than Vegeta. The five rings on Mrs. Briefs fingers glinted in the sunlight as she started plucking at the strings of the double bass in her arms.

Bulma closed her eyes. Hearing her mother make music was always a sweet experience. Her mother's voice was in many of her childhood memories. As she got older and the tension between them grew, she had heard less of her mother's music. She sighed. She'd been such a brat. There was a pang of regret that she hadn't stuck with the guitar lessons she had practically demanded after seeing Purple Rain. A soft smile settled on her lips as she continued to listen. Her eyes fluttered open as her mother sang.

Bulma hopped off the lounge seat and started to dance. Her hips swayed and her fingers ran through her hair before her hands danced above her head. She remembered laying in the floor of her bedroom listening to the record player she got for her thirteenth birthday and dreaming of this very airy, joyous feeling as she listened to the Off The Wall album on repeat. She was in a better mood than she been in a very long time and she wouldn't help it even if she could. Laughter bubbled out of her as she fell into her mother's arms after playing the last notes of the song. She hugged her mother tightly. When was the last time she felt so carefree?

"How about some lunch, BulmaB." Mrs. B giggled, placing the tall instrument back into its stand.

"Sounds like a plan, Mama."

Forking at one of the shrimps on her salad, Bulma gave her mother the run down on the project she had been working on the past couple weeks. Mrs. B nodded her head and cooed about how she was so proud of her baby girl. She was soaking it all up. Her head growing larger with each compliment. Bulma's attention was drawn to the archway of the kitchen as someone walked into the room. They locked eyes and he froze in his spot like a deer caught in headlights. She wiggled her fingers and waved at him. He frowned.

"Vegeta-chan! Would you like to join us for lunch," Mrs. Briefs waved him over.

"No," he turned and practically stomped out of the room.

The older woman brought a hand to her chest and gasped. "Oh dear. Is he okay? I hope that poor boy isn't sick."

"Don't worry, I think he'll be alright, Mama." She rested her chin in the palm of her hand. Her eyes still focused on the archway.

"It's just not like him to turn down food."

"Yea, that is strange. He's probably just eager to get back training." A sigh slipped from her lips before she took a sip of her pink lemonade. Was he going to start avoiding her again? What happened last night was unexpected she'd admit that much. She had no intentions of riding him like hell when she went to his room last night. She just thought she'd go poke some fun at him maybe they'd get into a heated debate. She knew she wanted to get into those tight training shorts of his but thought it would take a lot of handjobs and dick sucking to get there. She hadn't expected to get to home base with him but she did. It was clumsy and maybe even a little awkward but it was fire and passionate. It was thrilling and it definitely happened. She still felt the soreness in her thighs. "Oh my god," she gasped and sat up in her seat.

"Sweetie, are you alright," Mrs. Briefs jumped in surprise.

"Fine. Fine. I just-. I have to go. Thanks for lunch, Mom!" She hopped out the seat and nearly sprinted to her room. She slammed the door and started burning a trail into the floor as she paced. "B, You had sex with Vegeta. You had sex with Vegeta!" She ran a hand through her hair. "Fuck, we didn't use a condom. What if he gave me the space clap. Shit." She stopped in her tracks. "Holy shit! I had sex with an alien!" She plopped down onto her bed. Her hands cradling her head. "I need to make a doctors appointment," a chuckle broke from her lips, "You might have vegetal herpes. That's not funny, Bulma."


Pushing a bobby pin into the bun she had pulled her hair into, Bulma walked down the hall to the kitchen. Today was the day of the big presentation and press conference. Everything needed to go perfect today. The best way to start the day was a big, steaming mug of coffee because her hair sure wasn't cooperating. She pulled the bobby pin between her teeth out and pushed it into her bun. She should've hired someone to just do her hair and makeup but she would've had to get up even earlier and that just didn't sit well with her. She just wasn't a morning person. "Good Morning, Mama."

"Oh BulmaB," her mother cooed, "You look lovely this morning."

"Thanks. Today's the big day." Bulma sat at the table, still fumbling with her hair.

"It is," her mother set a mug of steaming black coffee in front of her and pressed a kiss to her daughter's temple.

"Thanks, Mom." Mrs. Briefs hummed and brushed Bulma's hands aside and began working on the wild mane of curls. Bulma sipped her coffee as her mother worked her magic. Who needed to hire someone when she had her mother.

"Have you seen Vegeta-chan?"

"I should ask you that. You're the only one that ever sees him."

"I didn't see him at all yesterday then he hasn't come down for breakfast yet. He's usually up by now. I hope he really hasn't gotten sick."

Bulma's brows drew together. So not only was he avoiding her but he was just going to isolate himself completely. She heaved a heavy sigh. "I'll check on him when I come back," she assured her mother. The revelation did give rise to a bit of anger. She pushed the thought away. There were bigger things to worry about at the moment other than a stupid jerk.


Bulma balled up her fist and banged on the door of the gravity room. "Vegeta! Open up the door, you big jerk." Mrs. Briefs had sent her because apparently Prince Knucklehead had locked himself away in GR not even taking the food she had left outside the door for him. "Open the goddamn door, Vegeta!" She bammed and banged with both fists. "Don't make me have to override the system!" That would be so unnecessary but she would do it. She was just petty enough to shut down the whole gravity room to get one over on his candy ass. There was a loud bang on the door from the other side.

"Leave me the fuck alone!"

"No!"

"Fuck off!"

Her freshly manicured nails dug into the skin of her palms and she shook with rage. "Me? Fuck off? You fuck off! I swear Vegeta I will shut this bitch all the way off!" Her arms flailed about as she screamed. The response she got was simply silence and that only fueled her rage. "So you're just going to ignore me! Alright." She stormed off down the corridor.

Mumbling threats under breath, she stomped out of the elevator. "Oh Sweetheart," Dr. Briefs smiled as his daughter walked past yet she was so enraged she didn't even noticed him. "Bulma," he called again. She spun around and her expression softened a bit.

"Oh, hey Daddy."

"What's got you all worked up, My Dear?" He pulled a carton of cigarettes out of the pocket in his lab coat. He offered her one and she took it. Just what she needed. Nicotine.

"Vegeta." She took a puff after he lit it for her.

"I see," he hummed, "and what are you going to do about that?"

"Shut down the GR."

"Why would you do that?"

"He's holed himself up in there and then when I went to get him out he got all pissy and so now I'm shutting him down. That'll teach him," she huffed and turned her nose up.

Dr. Briefs took a slow drag from his cigarette and shook his head. "He's quite dedicated." Bulma snorted and rolled her eyes. "I know someone else who will lock themselves away to their work and gets sassy when interrupted." He chuckled.

"Don't compare me to him." She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"It was just an observation, Bulma. Interpret it as you'd like. Though I do think you're getting worked up over nothing."

"Fine," she huffed getting what he was trying to say. He always said she had a tendency to overreact and blow up when things didn't go how she wanted it to. "I won't shut it down but when he comes out of there. I'm giving him a piece of my mind."

"Very well, Dear. Besides, I think we have some celebrating to do." A bright smile blossomed on Bulma's face. She wouldn't let that jerk rain on her parade. Today was her day.


Bulma made her way down the corridor to her bedroom. Dinner was amazing. She ate and drank her fill and even more than that with dessert. She felt light and warm. She clutched the 25 count bouquet of roses to her chest and felt as if she were walking on clouds. She stopped in front of her door but stared down the hall. That asshole was probably in there by now. She pushed open her door and threw the bouquet into the room. She had a bone to pick with a certain royal asswipe. Fire and alcohol pumped through her veins. Her vision overlayed in red. She stomped in front of the door and started pounding on it.

"Vegeta! I know you're in there!" She would keep knocking on the door until he came. She would stay there all night if need be. "Open up the damn door before I open it myself!" The door swung open and she nearly toppled over. She righted herself and schooled her features into a glare. She was met with a glare of equal disdain. "What's the deal, Short Shit!"

"Why can't you leave me the fuck alone," he growled in annoyance.

"Because Mama's all in a fuss because she thinks you're sick but you're just avoiding me and it's pissing me off!"

He pinched the bridge of his nose and heaved a heavy sigh. "Great Oozaru, the bitch is drunk."

"That's Ms.-, no Dr. Bitch to you," she shoved a finger into his chest, "and I'm not drunk! Yea, I had a couple of Sex With Satans but only because that just seems to be the theme of my life right now!" She threw her hands up in the air. His impassive mask only serving to fuel her rage. "We had sex, Vegeta! You can't deny it, ok! I rocked your world. I knocked those cute, gold toed boots of yours! Now stop being weird and avoiding me like the plague. It's not like I'm asking for your hand in marriage. Geez." Her hand shoot out to shove him back by that big ass forehead. Before her fingertips could even reach skin, he caught her wrist.

"Don't touch me," he hissed through gritted. She rolled her eyes and pulled away from his grasp. She knew the only reason she got her hand back was because he allowed it but that didn't stop her from turning up her nose before storming back down to her room.


Groaning and holding her head, Bulma trudged into the kitchen the next morning. Her head was pounding. Yesterday's celebration was catching up to her or maybe it was the stress finally taking root. Either way, she needed food. "Mommy," she whined, "I have a headache."

"Oh no, Sweetie. Take a seat and I'll fix you up something in a jiffy," cooed and stood from the table.

"Avocado, cheddar and tomato omelette please," Bulma sat at the table and rested her head on her arms.

"Tch, spoiled brat."

Bulma looked up to see Vegeta looking down at her with a sneer on his face. She flipped him the bird and huffed. "Well look who's come out of their cave." He rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his plate. She shook her head before resting it again and a smirk played at her lips.


The heady and warm aroma of Jasmine and sweet smell of vanilla filled the room. The only light came from the flickering flame of candles. A sigh slipped from pink lips, as Bulma sunk down further into the warm bath. Milk and honey, the bath soak fit for had finally settled down enough for Bulma to fully indulge in a long bath with all the luxuries. At the office, there was just the matter of distribution but now she had normal hours again. Reaching out, she turned the volume on the radio up a bit. "My mind's telling me no, but my body! My body's telling me yes!" She lifted a leg and exfoliated with a sugar scrub. "This song is my life," she chuckled and lifted the other leg. Even he had settled down. Things had gone back to whatever normal was nowadays. He wasn't avoiding her anymore. He didn't even rush out when they were in the same room. They had even fallen back into their quirky banter and heated debates.

Slender fingers trailed down long legs and she inhaled deeply. The sensually rich jasmine filled her senses and she sighed out a moan. It was time. It was past due, in all honesty. She rose from the bath and grabbed her fluffy pink towel. After towel drying and lotioning up, she dressed in a black satin slip. Starting out the bathroom, she slipped her arms through the draped sleeves of her black haori styled robe. Strolling over to the vanity, her fingers combed through her curls. The mirror said she looked hot. She turned around and grab a handful and smacked her own ass because she felt hot.

She started down the hallway and stopped in front of the last door. Her knuckles rapped lightly on the door. She slowly opened it and peeked her head into the dark room. "Vegeta, are you still awake?" As if to answer her, he sat up in the bed. She crept inside and sat beside him. "Hey." She could just make out the features on his face. He was frowning as usual.

He reached over and turned the lamp on the nightstand on. It gave the room a soft glow. "What do you want?"

"I came to see you."

"Well obviously," he rolled his eyes.

"Vegeta," she playfully whined, "don't be like that."

"Fine, I'll humor whatever idiotic scheme you're on to," he huffed, "Hello Bulmoose. You are ever so welcomed to disturb my rest."

"Shutup." It was her turn to roll her eyes. She lightly smacked his chest.

He looked down to where she had "hit" him then back up to meet her gaze. "That tickled."

"Asshole," she laughed and lay back against the headboard making herself comfortable. Her slip barely reached the middle of her thigh and rode up as she moved. A smirk tugged at her lips as she saw his gaze wonder before he caught himself.

"Don't you have any decent clothing?"

"Why would I wear decent clothing," she leaned into him and pulled the knot of her robe a loose, "when this is what I came for?" His breathing hitched and jaw clenched. She let the robe drape down her shoulders. "Ve-Ge-Ta. Can I have a kiss?"

She leaned in for the kiss and his body moved on its own meeting her halfway. He knew what was to come when she pulled the straps of her slip down. He shouldn't. He should push her off his bed and kick her out but he couldn't muster the want to. He had smelt her desire before she even walked into the room. He knew what was going to happen yet he let her guide his hands to her breast. He knew she would bring him pleasure beyond compare. He was used to pain. It's all he knew. He was hellbound yet she had given him a taste of heaven. It was only logical, instinctual in fact, to embrace pleasure rather than welcome pain. He couldn't afford to indulge himself in her, yet he couldn't stop the groans that rumbled up from deep in his chest. He couldn't help the bliss he felt as she worshiped his body. He couldn't halt the rapture he was caught up in feeling her body wrapped in his arms and pressed against his chest as they moved together in rhythm. He couldn't keep the waves of pride that rolled through him as she moaned his name in check. He couldn't deny the satisfaction he felt panting with her resting on his chest, spent in orgasmic bliss.

Rolling onto her back, fingers ran though blue hair. "Shit," she sighed. He was really coming around. She looked over to him. "Vegeta, that was...damn." His eyes were closed and his breath was just as ragged as her's. She lifted onto her hands to get a better view of him, her legs folded beneath her. "Ve-Ge-Ta!" She giggled. He opened his eyes and glared at her. His relaxed expression morphed into a scowl.

"Woman," he rasped and sat up, "What are your intentions?"

She dumbly blinked at the harshness in his tone but shook her stun and leaned into him. "I thought I made that clear." She bit her lip and smiled.

"What are you after? Are you trying to learn my weaknesses? Are you trying to weaken me?" He had witnessed Radditz mostly, but even Nappa once or twice had fallen victim to wiles of women. They'd seduce the idiots and steal everything they had on their person. He knew the bothersome woman had no need to pickpocket since it was her that was providing for him. There was still plenty she could be up to. She was a conniving little bitch, after all.

"Are you serious, Vegeta! After what we just did! We just had a good...fuckin fantastic moment and you want to ruin it by thinking I'm trying to steal your secrets. Can't you ever just have something! Not everyone is out to get you damnit!" She huffed. She couldn't stand to look at him at the moment. Her gaze drifted everywhere around the room but him as she shook her head in disbelief.

"Then why are you here?"

"Because I want to be! I want to be here with you!" When she turned to look at him. His head was tilted and his eyes narrowed in confusion. As if he couldn't possibly figure out why she would want to be with him.

"Doesn't this go against some silly moral you humans are so fond of?"

"What premarital sex? I guess but you see I've just got all this love to give," she smirked and looked to him. That wasn't what he was referring to. "Or do you mean sex with you because you're a villainous ruffneck bastard. I suppose it could be a conflict of morals but morals are

Her fingers were a bit callused from working with her hands for so long but her touch was warm and gentle. The fire in her eyes warmed something deep in his gut. What was she doing to him? Trying to make him soft. He pulled away from her and stood to his feet. Marching over to the closet, he riffled through and threw on a hoodie and some sweats over his shorts.

"Leave me alone," he opened the window and flew out.

Bulma watched in a daze as he flew into the dark sky. She pulled her robe back on and tied it tightly around herself. Heaving a heavy sigh, she plopped back down onto the cushy mattress and pillows.