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Like Clockwork (365 Days)

Day 009: Blue

Bulma Briefs hummed to herself, a nice pip in her step as she walked into her bathroom. Her morning had started horribly, but now that it was in the afternoon and she gone out and reinvented herself, she was feeling wonderful. And why shouldn't she? She was in her thirties and looked like she was in her twenties. She had an amazing son who was getting smarter and smarter every day. She had more money than she knew what to do with, unbelievable fame and success, and two loving parents that have always been there for her. The only pain in her side was her son's father, who had to be the biggest jerk in the entire universe. Frowning at her reflection in the mirror, she thought back to that morning when the two had argued and Vegeta had made the rudest comment about Bulma's hair. Considering how Vegeta knew just how vain Bulma was, it was really a bad idea for him to make such a comment.

She removed the dress she had worn that day, as well as her jewelry, while looking in the mirror the entire time. At first she wasn't sure how well she would like this new haircut, because she had never had her hair this short before. But she had to admit, she really liked what it did for her neck, shoulder, and collarbone. Her neck looked longer, her clavicle looked more pronounced, and her shoulders looked softer. She ran her fingers through her hair that now ended at the nape of her neck, enjoying the look the more she looked at it. Smiling, she decided to shower and get ready for the dinner party her mother was throwing.

Vegeta let out an exhausted grunt as he shut the gravity room down, letting out a huff of air and heading towards the exit. Grabbing his customary towel, he quickly wiped the sweat off of his face, shoulders, chest, and neck and then wrapped the towel around the back of his neck, grabbing onto each end with his hands. Walking through the house, he avoided the main living room and kitchen, knowing that Bulma's mother would be in there getting ready for the dinner party Dr. Briefs was throwing. No doubt Bulma would be attending, and no doubt she would try to make Vegeta attend as well. The only thing that might even tempt the prince was his growling stomach, and not for the first time he cursed the fact that he had to eat so much because of his Saiyan genes.

Reaching the bedroom, he aimed for the closet on his side of the room and kicked his shoes into it, discarding the socks into the laundry basket, as well as his soaked under armor shirt that he trained in. Left in his gym shorts, he was already aware that the woman was in the bathroom, but the shower was free and that was what he wanted. Entering the room, the woman was seated at the built in vanity that held all of her make up products. Vegeta had insisted that she not clutter up the sink space with her crap, and she eventually agreed and had a vanity build into the bathroom next to the sink. She sat on the plush chair with a small pink towel wrapped around her frame, a smaller white towel wrapped around her head. Upon the door opening, she unconsciously gripped her towel closer to her, shielding her body away from Vegeta. They stared at each other for a moment before Vegeta shut the door behind him and headed for the shower.

"Well hello to you, too," Bulma said under her breath. Vegeta's ears heard it anyways and he paused, turning to face her slightly.

"Still irritated, are we?" he asked mockingly, a knowing smirk on his face. Instead of giving him the reaction she knew he was waiting for, she sent him a knowing smirk back.

"Actually, I feel fantastic," she told him, aware that he couldn't see her hair since it was wrapped up in a towel. The response wiped the smirk from Vegeta's face and he replaced it with a frown and narrowed his eyes. That definitely wasn't normal. It was only on rare occasions that the prince prodded at Bulma's looks, because it made her feel the same way he felt when she prodded at his pride. It was a cheap shot, but it worked. She had shut up, threw something at him, and stormed out of the room. As far as Vegeta was concerned, that was a win. The look she was giving him now, however, sent his mind reeling. She was either planning something or had already done something, and he wasn't sure which one made him more nervous. "Well, you better get in the shower. You smell," she told him, playfully sticking her tongue out at him and returning to the mirror where she began to apply her make up.

Staring at her a moment longer, Vegeta scoffed and discarded his shorts, stepping into the shower. He was halfway through with it when he heard Bulma's hair dryer turn on, and he rolled his eyes. Knowing her, that thing would be on for quite a while, and he hated that noise. Blocking it out, he continued on with his shower, not even aware that the hair dryer had turned off long before it should have. Turning the water off, he stepped out and immediately wrapped a towel around his waist, using his ki to dry himself off. Bulma had stood from the vanity, and Vegeta took a look at her out of the corner of his eye, and then headed for the door. He stopped short, however, and nearly snapped his neck in half turning to stare at Bulma. In return, Bulma pretended as if she didn't see him and checked her appearance in the mirror. Her hair and make up was down, and now all that was left was for her to get dressed.

"Woman…" Vegeta said quietly, gaining her attention. Vegeta was staring in astonishment at what was left of Bulma's hair, nearly hating the way her eyes widened in innocence.

"Yes?" she asked, releasing the towel from her body and letting it fall to the floor. Vegeta couldn't answer. He couldn't even breathe. A wave of lust his the Saiyan, and he nearly scowled in annoyance.

"Your hair…" he finally said after a moment, looking at where her fingers gently touched the back of her neck.

"Do you like it?" she asked, a soft smile on her face. Once again Vegeta didn't know how to answer, taking her question into consideration as he looked at her. He had enjoyed her long hair greatly, and even enjoyed it when it touched he shoulders. It was still long enough for him to really run his fingers through it, or to fall onto his face or his chest. But there was something about the shortness of her hair. Her neck looked longer, making her pulse stand out a little more to his eyes. Her shoulders were more rounded, and her clavicle stood out a lot more. She looked like a goddess, which Vegeta never told the woman for the simple reason that she knew it already.

"You cut your hair just to spite me?" he asked her with a frown, leaving the bathroom. Bulma smiled and followed him, heading for her closet and pulling out her dress for the night. It was long, blue, beautiful, and would fit her haircut perfectly.

"No. I cut my hair because I wanted to, and because I know it looks fantastic," she told him, completely ignoring the fact that her husband rolled his eyes at her vanity. She pulled on a matching pair of royal blue lace bra and underwear; aware that Vegeta's eyes were practically glued to her. She slipped the dress on, extremely pleased with herself. It had a short 'V' in front that really showed her clavicle off nicely, and a longer 'V' in the back, which showed off the slope of her neck and her shoulder blades. "Hey, think you can zip this up for me?" she asked Vegeta, looking at him over her shoulder and through her new bangs. Vegeta debated before walking up behind her, carefully taking the zipper at the end of the dress and slowly pulling it up. "You coming to dinner?" she asked quietly.

"I don't really want to," he answered honestly, turning her around to face him.

"Well, if you do come, I'll make it up to you afterwards," she said, wrapping her arms around her still very much naked husband. He captured her lips a second later, lightly backing her up against the wall and running his hands over her shoulders and the back of her neck. Leaning down, he placed heated kisses on her collarbone and the hollow of her throat, his mouth latching onto her pulse a second later. Bulma let her hands roam over Vegeta's chest, loving the fell of his muscles contracting beneath her fingertips. Pulling his head up for one last kiss, Bulma pulled away and pressed her forehead against his. "So you'll come?" she asked, a small smile on her face. She reluctantly detangled herself from the Saiyan and opened up her jewelry box, putting on a thick diamond bracelet, diamond stud earrings, and a simple diamond necklace on.

"Fine. What is the attire?" he asked gruffly, heading to his own closet.

"Formal, but since you live here, you can get away with slacks and a dress shirt. Just tuck it in and roll up the sleeves. You don't have to wear a tie either," she said, pulling on silver strappy heels, heading for the door. "I'll meet you downstairs. Oh, and Vegeta?" she said, gaining his attention at the door. He grunted in response and looked at the coy smile on her face, and narrowed his eyes once more.

"The color theme is blue," she teased, winking at him and then leaving to help her mother finish getting everything ready.