Yamucha was back. Bulma had felt all the blood in her body turn the ice when she heard his voice behind her. She feigned unconsciousness, praying with all her might that Yamucha would just think she was talking in her sleep. He only touched her shoulder once before leaving her alone, as years of beatings had enforced the rule of never waking her up. She felt him lay down beside her and only when she heard his breathing become slow and even did she relax. She slept fitfully, and at the crack of dawn she snuck out of the room. Vegeta's door was closed and no sounds emerged. She tiptoed downstairs and spent the sunrise biting her nails and gulping coffee. By mid-morning she had a stomach-ache from all the caffeine and nerves, and busied herself with breakfast.

She wasn't expecting Yamucha to be back so soon. She also wasn't expecting to fall into bed with an evil Saiyan Prince. Was this some crappy $5 romance novel? Lord. She never meant for this to happen, okay? Okay... so she had almost completely forgotten about him in the 72 hours he was gone, was it so terrible? Was she the worst person ever because she got distracted?

Are you kidding? Are you seriously asking yourself these questions? You're a whore! Bulma's inner bitch-voice taunted, and she furrowed her brow as she agitatedly scrambled a skillet of eggs. Her innocence-voice tried to retort. No! You aren't a whore! Things with Yamucha have been dull ever since Frieza. Ever since he came back from the dead. These things have no correlation to the fact that it's also ever since Vegeta came to stay here. None.

That's a real nice thought, lady. But I assure you, you're a whore.

"Oh my god, shut up." she whispered to herself, already feeling a headache coming on in addition to her knotted stomach. She heard footfalls from upstairs and put herself back together, straightening up and reducing her banging on the skillet with the spatula. She glanced toward the stairs in the living room and saw it was Vegeta coming down. She turned the burner down and dumped the eggs onto a plate, hoping she could quickly serve him and send him on his merry way. But the way he was glaring at her as he entered ensured her she'd have no such luck. He walked up to the stove and stood uncomfortably close to her. Bulma tried to avoid eye contact as she practically threw the plate into his arms.

"Breakfast!" she said, overly-cheerful and wide eyed, hoping that would distract him. He eyed her, and even though he didn't say anything, Bulma knew and gave a short sigh. "He came back last night."

"Yes. I heard him carrying on with that floating rodent in your room a few minutes ago." Vegeta replied, giving her another look before starting to eat the eggs with his fingers.

"God she never leaves." Bulma muttered, turning back to the counter to continue cooking. Vegeta said nothing, but didn't move. "I didn't...you know...say anything. I pretended to be asleep when he came in." Bulma said softly.

"Whatever." Vegeta grunted and dropped the now-empty plate on the counter with a sharp clang. He headed toward the door without a word.

"Wait, don't you need more to eat?" Bulma called hastily, code for Don't you want to stay in here so I don't have to talk to Yamucha alone?

"I didn't need that, remember?" Vegeta retorted, referring to their conversation the night before. He waved her away and slammed the door behind him. She watched helplessly as he walked out to the Gravity Chamber and Yamucha came pounding down the stairs.

"Hey!" Bulma called, hoping she didn't sound too fake. "I made breakfast but Vegeta ate it." she reached for more eggs as Yamucha fell beside her.

"As usual. I don't know why you cook for him anyway." Yamucha glared toward the door. "I'm just gonna drink a protein shake, don't worry about making more." Yamucha clapped Bulma roughly on the back as if she were Tien and not his girlfriend, and stuck his head in the fridge. Bulma rubbed her shoulder with a small grimace and handed Yamucha the eggs to put away. She picked a few remaining clumps of egg out the skillet for herself.

"Hello, earth to Bulma!" Yamucha laughed and Bulma snapped her eyes to him.

"What? Huh?" she had been staring daggers out the window at the humming gravity chamber.

"I was saying Tien and I really got some great training in. We should beat those androids no problem!" Yamucha repeated, and guzzled his drink before throwing an obscene gesture in the direction of the Chamber. "Shouldn't need any help from that jerk."

"Don't get cocky." Bulma retorted. Yamucha looked strangely at her. "I get enough of that from him." she quickly covered.

"I don't know why you don't just kick him out." Yamucha said to her for probably the one hundredth time since he'd been brought back from the dead.

"Because we need his help and he has nowhere else to go." Bulma sighed, answering the same way she always did as she turned to do the dishes.

"He's resourceful! He's been on his own his whole life, he'll make a house in a tree or something, damn monkey." Yamucha grumbled. "Who cares."

"I care!" Bulma snapped, slamming the dirty skillet into the sink. "Why don't you realize Vegeta and Goku are our best shot, not you and Tien? Sorry, but it's true. Don't you remember what that kid said? We're all dead. We need him, so he stays. Don't like it? Get out. " she waved her hand at him.

"Sheesh, what the hell is your problem today?" Yamucha asked irritably, crossing his arms.

"YOU ARE!" Bulma yelled, whirling around. "You're driving me crazy Yamucha just go train or something!" she turned back to the sink so he wouldn't see how angry she actually was.

"For what! I'm weak!" Yamucha mocked her as he headed for the door. "Just call me when you chill out." another phrase used a billion times. "Bye."

"Bye." Bulma spat. She shut off the faucet and stomped to the living room. She meant to sit but instead found herself pacing in front of the picture window. She couldn't quite place why she was almost boiling over with anger. Was it really because of the things he'd said about Vegeta? Or was it just his supreme cockiness about his own abilities? Both. it was both. But...why? He hadn't said anything about Vegeta that she hadn't said before, and Yamucha's bragging was nothing compared to the Saiyan's. So why did it make her so furious when Yamucha, her boyfriend, made fun of Vegeta, her...houseguest.

I think I know the answer to that, Bitch-voice taunted. Bulma gritted her teeth and with a little frustrated scream ran down to the lab in a desperate attempt to escape her meddling brain.

Somehow, working on projects for Vegeta actually got her mind OFF Vegeta, and Bulma spent the rest of the afternoon buried in metal and tools. She worked tirelessly until she noticed how quiet her surroundings had become, and looked up to see that she was the only person left in the lab. This was a frequent occurrence that she usually paid no mind to, and she leaned back for a second and almost checked her phone, but decided against it. Even if Yamucha had called, she wasn't ready to talk to him. After this morning she had no idea what she'd just vomit out in the middle of a conversation. Her mind started to take off in the good job dumb slut, what now direction but she shut that shitstorm down. Not fucking dealing with you, brain.

She rejected all other thoughts except for thoughts about how to override the self-destruct on this damn contraption. Just as she was settling back into her groove she heard the heavy door swing open. She looked up and saw Vegeta heading toward her, towel slung over his bare shoulder. He looked fresh from the shower, however blood was already seeping through the new white bandages over one of his hands.

Who's Yamucha?

"What's up?" she asked nonchalantly, trying not to ogle him too obviously.

"Nice glasses." he said as he leaned against her desk. Bulma quickly ripped the huge,, very attractive, protective goggles off her face and tried to rub away the suction marks she knew would be left around her eyes.

"Break something else?" she asked, wiping the grime from her hands onto her dirty lab coat.

"My knuckles. Bandage them." Vegeta replied, sticking his unwrapped fist in her face.

"Really?" Bulma asked, taken aback. She inspected his hugely swollen hand.. "Gross." she whispered. "Why do I have to do it? What's wrong with your other hand?"

"I broke that too, if you must know, so just do it already and stop wasting my time." Vegeta grunted. Bulma glanced at his other mangled hand.

"I'll get the first aid kit" she said with a sigh. Vegeta leaned against her desk as she pulled a large white box off the top of a filing cabinet. " I'm not exactly a doctor. I'll do what I can, but I'll call Korin and have him send us out some Senzu beans." she said upon her return, and rummaged through the metal kit for what she needed. She assumed Vegeta wouldn't sit, so she sat in her swivel chair and gently pulled Vegeta's hand to her. She wrapped it swiftly, and secured it with two silver clips. "Can you move your fingers?" she looked up at him, his hand still between hers. Vegeta's fingers moved slightly, but they were stiff and shaky. "It doesn't look too bad-"

"Thank you for your professional medical opinion" Vegeta cut her off. Bulma made a face at him.

"I SAID I was no doctor. And I was going to say it doesn't look too bad for a Saiyan." She let his hand go and Vegeta smirked.

"Nothing is too bad for a Saiyan." he boasted, but Bulma could see the grimace as he leaned on his hands back against the desk.

"So what is that now, two broken hands, a total of seven broken ribs, and around twenty-nine concussions?" she asked rhetorically.

"But who's counting?" Vegeta replied letting his gaze slip down her figure, and Bulma shifted uncomfortably beneath the weight of his eyes on her.

"Did you need something else?" she started to get up, but Vegeta took a step and stood right in front of her, blocking her from rising from her seat. She raised her eyes to him, acutely aware of his crotch about six inches from her face. "Um. Hi."

"Is that pathetic, loathsome piss ant still here, or did he wander off to fuck around in some lame attempt at training?" Vegeta asked, and Bulma narrowed her eyes at him.

"Ya know, asking 'where's Yamucha' would save us a lot of time instead of your long-ass rambling descriptions." she said to him, and found it was very hard to keep her hands on the armrests instead of grabbing onto Vegeta's hips and yanking him to her.

"I don't care where he is." Vegeta snapped. He bent down, his broken hands gripping her forearms with surprising strength. He leaned forward and stopped just short of her parted lips. "I care where he isn't."

Bulma's stomach flipped and she answered him by jerking her head forward, seizing his mouth in a fiery kiss. Vegeta released her arms, grabbed her waist and crouched down, forcing her out of her chair and onto the floor with him. She shrugged out of her lab coat, leaving her in a lopsided, low cut pink t-shirt. She pushed his shoulders with both hands, unable to physically force him to the ground but enough for him to get the picture and he allowed her to press him to the floor. She relished being on top of him, and let her hair fall along her neck and over his chest as they kissed and felt each other up desperately. She moved so she was straddling his thighs, and reached down between them to slide her hand into his shorts. Vegeta raised his hips to her as he felt her hand on him, and he groaned against her hot mouth. Bulma broke from him and lightly licked his bottom lip. He licked her back, and Bulma shuddered as she continued stroking his burning flesh and Vegeta grabbed her ass and pulled her closer to his pelvis and she was pretty sure she'd have to throw her underwear away.

This alien made her brain turn to fucking mashed potatoes.

"Your knuckles are broken" she whispered huskily. "I don't want you to strain yourself." She lowered herself down his body, peeling his shorts down with her and ducked south and Vegeta about died.

She didn't want to brag, but Bulma knew her way around most kinds of equipment, and it was only minutes before Vegeta was squeezing his eyes closed, bucking his hips and letting out a low, guttural moan through gritted teeth. Bulma delicately wiped her mouth and came up to lay beside him, leaning on her elbow, watching as the flush slowly evaporated from his face. He eyed her with an amusing touch of suspicion.

"What. The fuck. Was that." he asked between breaths. Bulma giggled.

"Must be a human thing, hm?"

Vegeta didn't answer, and his breath returned to normal. Bulma studied his face.

"Vegeta?"

"What."

"Were you a virgin?"

Vegeta sat up.

"What the hell is a virgin."

You, I'm pretty sure Bulma thought to herself, but figured saying that would just embarrass him. How to say…

"Have you done what we've done with other girls? You know, when we-"

"I GET IT, woman, I'm not familiar with human slang, not mentally challenged." Vegeta snapped at her, and after a moment, looked away. "No." he gave reluctantly.

"Really?" Bulma said before she could stop herself, and Vegeta's dark eyes shot bullets at her. "No, No I mean it's just you're so…" she waved her hand along his lean, muscular figure. Vegeta scowled.

"Well thank you very much, but between purging planets and being held prisoner, I didn't have a lot of free time to trifle around with females." he grumped sarcastically.

"Oh." Bulma said softly, dropping her eyes. "Sorry."

Vegeta waved her apology away with a 'psh', but to her surprise didn't stomp out of the room. "Um…" she tucked her tangled turquoise hair behind her ear and raised her bright eyes to him. "Wanna go again?"

Vegeta made a weird, scoffing grunt noise and with an amused cocked eyebrow, Bulma realized that was the closest to a laugh she'd ever heard from him. She took the bone and kept digging. "C'mon." she teased, running her smooth palm up his bare chest. "There's stuff you can do to me without hands too." she grinned, and Vegeta blushed deep red, but immediately recovered by swiftly swinging his leg over her so now he was the one doing the straddling. "Wanna know what?" she asked as he started leaving rough, wet kisses down her neck toward her chest.

"I'll figure it out." he replied, muffled by her breasts. Bulma gave a wild little laugh and arched her back to Vegeta's ever-lowering body, hands lost in his rough, black hair.

"Fuck yeah you will."

And so she was having an affair.

Sorry this one took a little longer. Thanks for reading, please review and tell me what you think! I appreciate all feedback, questions, comments, songs, etc. :)

-Washu II