You will NOT believe what the D4 did. Go on, guess.

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xD I typed out the next three chapters. (Gasp) Yeah I know! Amazing isn't it!? In actuality, this story is already finished! (insert fan cheers here) Yeah I know right!? Awesome! I just have to upload 'em up and I'll be doing that shortly...

Anywho here's...another chapter :D

Enjoy.

Chapter 10

The silky tie slipped from his grip again and floated to the ground.

"Damn." Growled the spiky haired prince, glaring at the piece of clothing. He snatched the thing off the floor and tried again, sliding it around his neck and fluffing out the collar of his dark black suit. His fingers fumbled to tie it but, just as it had numerous times, he pulled too hard and it went sailing to the floor. He gave it his best glare. "Stupid thing."

It was bad enough that he had to attend this Capsule Corporation banquet with his wife in the first place.

"I thought we went to one last week!?" Vegeta had exclaimed, his eyebrows narrowing.

"This is for a different company." She had said as if it were obvious. "It's to expand business. Exact deals."

Vegeta grabbed the tie again and stared at it. Okay, maybe he could handle going but having to wear this attire? He glanced at himself in the full length mirror and grimaced. The short Saiyan was decked out in a tight fitting black, button up suit with a white dress shirt underneath and black slacks. To say he was uncomfortable would be an understatement.

He moved to try putting the tie on again but stopped short when something glinted off the mirror and caught his eye. He growled at the sight of the metallic item and threw the tie onto the bed, rolling down his sleeves to get a better look at it.

Ever since Bulma had got the damn thing on him days ago, he hadn't felt any different. Actually, he was starting to think that she was bluffing and that it really had no effect on his emotions. But his doubting side had him avoiding the blue haired genius, in case the thing wanted to 'show it's abilities.'

All in all, his progress of trying to get her to cave wasn't going so well. The good news, however, was that he suspected she was in the same boat as him.

"Now here," Bulma handed her purple haired son an envelope. "There are a couple of bucks to order pizza or whatever. Your father and I should be back by midnight or later. Make sure Bra is in bed by nine." She gave the little girl a glance before turning back to Trunks. "And don't give your grandparents a hard time." She said gravely.

Trunks stuck the envelope in his jeans pocket. "Yeah yeah, I get it." The young demi Saiyan was overjoyed that he didn't have to go with his parents to this one. The last banquet had been long and boring and he had been stuck looking after Bra, like always. "When are you guys leaving?"

Bulma checked her makeup in a mini mirror, pursing her lips. "Whenever your father decides to come down." She said irritably. She checked her watch and then closed the mirror, zipping it into her purse. "Vege-" She spun around and nearly had a heart attack when she came face to face with the man.

"You called?" Vegeta snorted sarcastically. Bulma let out a breath when she realized she had been holding it.

"About time you showed up." She said angrily, hands on hips. Her eyes widened however when she looked him over. He was looking amazingly handsome in his dark suit and black loafers. She felt her heart skip a beat and then shook it off. "You look...good. Where's your tie?"

Vegeta smirked. "I'm not going to wear it. You look..."His mind suddenly went blank when he actually stepped back to look at her. She had on a elegant blood red dress that matched all her curves with spaghetti straps and white gloves that stretched to her elbow. The neckline showed a modest amount of cleavage and there was a slit running down the left side of the dress, revealing one of her attractive long legs. His mouth was still open but no words were coming out, no matter how hard he tried.

It was Bulma's time to smirk, putting one white gloved hand on her hip. She glanced at the metal on his wrist and he narrowed his eyes, moving his hand behind his back.

"You look straight." He muttered out, taking a small step back. The familiar ache of wanting her was back full blast but it was accompanied by something else. The something else was stronger, much stronger, and it made him want her even more. It was like his body craved her like a deprived person would crave food and it didn't make Vegeta feel good at all.

Bulma looked about, now noticing that her kids were still in the room yet engrossed in the T.V. "Well we're off." She told them but neither moved an inch. She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. "I said; WE'RE OFF!"

"Bye!" Both Trunks and Bra raised one hand as a goodbye wave then glued their eyes back on the tube. Vegeta stuck his hands in his pockets and trudged towards the door first, his shoulder and Bulma's shoulder making contact, sending a jolt of sensation through him that made his body tremble.

Bulma saw. "Something the matter?." She smirked and Vegeta raised an eyebrow at her. "The urge will just get stronger and stronger sweetie."

All credit due to him, he never flinched. "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." He said rather coolly. Bulma simply grinned and then spun around, opening the door and walking out. Vegeta narrowed his eyes just as she left and glanced down at the bracelet, glaring at it before following after her.

Vegeta didn't think he could be more annoyed.

The banquet was being held outside, in the front of Capital City University. There were tables laid out filled with food, and chairs and multiple spots around the area that were covered with Umbrellas were people were discussing business. A small ice cream truck was placed at the curb and kids of the business men and women were crowded around it.

Vegeta was standing far away from anyone else, arms folded tightly over his chest, face in a scowl, eyes closed, leaning against the front wall of the University. He had been here for what seemed like forever, watching his blue haired wife move from person to person, being courtesy and holding a conversation with them at a respectful length.

Not only that, but the attraction that Bulma had promised was growing a little more each minute. He found himself spellbound by her every move and, more then once, his eyes had traveled down to roam her body. The stupid bracelet was certainly doing it's duty.

"Mr. Briefs!" Someone suddenly called and Vegeta's eyes snapped opened and focused on a man approaching him. The man was old, so old his hair was thinning and white. He was very chubby, his stomach jiggling as he walked with a beard that made him look scruffy and unkempt.

"Mr. Briefs!, "The man said again, holding out his hand. "I'm Mr. Malone, Director of Techno mania Enterprises."

Vegeta looked at his hand but made no move to shake it. "It's Vegeta not Mr. Briefs."

"Oh," Malone took his hand back and wiped it on his pants leg. "Terribly sorry Vegeta." He grinned wide, exposing stained yellow teeth. "So, how do you like our banquet?"

Vegeta stared at him for a while. Was he seriously asking him this question? Earthling, this banquet is horrible. It's boring and serves no purpose to anybody. Why do humans attend such trivial events? Maybe if you trained a little bit and didn't eat Twinkies all day, you wouldn't be as bulbous and ugly as you are now although I'm not sure if training will help your appearance.

Before the widow peaked male could get this out of his mouth, none other then Bulma popped up.

"Mr. Malone, hello." She smiled at the man, avoiding eye contact with Vegeta.

"Mrs. Briefs!" Malone bowed quickly, his jaws shaking as he talked. "I was just having a word with your husband."

Bulma gave a fake smiled, glancing towards the widow peaked male who looked none too enthusiastic. "Oh were you now? And what did my wonderful husband tell you?"

Vegeta saw the warning in her eyes and he smirked. "I was just telling him how much I...enjoyed this banquet, dear." Bulma narrowed her eyes a bit.

"Oh yes, I say we were hitting it off stupendously." Mr. Malone exclaimed with a grin, turning towards Vegeta who was giving him a weird look, his mouth opening in a reply.

"Oh well that's great!" Bulma exclaimed, with another fake smile, cutting Vegeta off and sending him another warning look. "But I'm sure my husband is tired and-"

"Tired?" Vegeta spoke up, smirking. "Far from it woman." He turned to Malone. "And I'm sure...Mr. Baloney would love it if I stayed and...chat some more."

"Uh...It's Malone." He said. "And yes, I'd love to talk to your husband some more."

Bulma stared Vegeta down, her eyes narrowing and glowing in anger. She didn't like his expression. "I'm sure you would Mr. Malone. I'm just hoping that...nobody tries to ruin this banquet. Especially when everyone knows just how important it is." Her emphasis didn't go unnoticed by both men.

"So Macloney." Vegeta started, keeping his eyes on Bulma. "You were asking how I felt about this whole thing?"

"It's Malone..."He corrected again with a sigh."And yes, do you always go with to these?"

"Well honestly, I think this is a waste of time and space and let's not forget; money." Vegeta rolled his eyes. "I mean seriously, why do humans-" He stopped dead when Bulma grabbed a drink off of a tray and 'accidently' spilled it on his suit.

"Oh! Vegeta, I'm so sorry!" She grabbed his wrist. "Aw, you're all wet! Excuse us." She bowed slightly to the fat man and dragged her husband away towards the front of the building.

"Woman what the hell was that!?" Vegeta growled angrily, ripping his wrist from her grip. Bulma pushed the doors open and walked into the University, Vegeta sulking after her.

"What was I doing!?" She asked, hands on hips, shaking her head. "Vegeta, what the hell were you doing!? You know how important this is to me! Why try to fuck up deliberately?"

"Oh please!" Vegeta exclaimed. "You actually care about what I say to Mr. Doohickey!?"

"His name is Mr. Malone and yes!" She sighed and rubbed at her eyes, shaking her head. "I don't feel like arguing. Stay here and try not to do anything incredibly stupid okay?" Without another word, she left into the bathroom.

"Trunks. Trunks. Trunks. Trunks. Trunks. Trunks. Tr-"

"WHAT!?" Trunks screamed angrily, swinging his head to look at his sister who was laying on the couch backwards, her head hanging over the side.

"I'm hungry."

"So go eat."

"Eat what?" Bra pouted.

"Your foot." He said dryly. "Go check the freaking kitchen."

"Can you do it for me?" She made big bug eyes and Trunks growled.

"No. Go ask Grandma."

"I don't know where she is!" The little girl whined loudly.

"Listen, I'm trying to watch Pirates of the Caribbean okay!? Go bug someone else, jeez!" The purple haired teen said in frustration, turning up the volume on the Television.

The little girl frowned and furrowed her eyebrows, sticking out her tongue and then flipped off the couch, walking off towards the kitchen.

Bulma splashed some water on her face, looked up in the mirror and then screamed.

"Vegeta!?" She spun around to see the short Saiyan standing in front of the door of the ladies' bathroom, a solemn look on his face. "What are you doing in here!? Get out!"

"Why?" He raised an eyebrow.

Her eyes widened. "Because this is the LADIES bathroom!"

"I just want to dry off. Someone threw some sort of liquid on me." He said sarcastically, walking over to grab a towel.

"Well then go in the men's bathroom!" Bulma exclaimed, pointing towards the door. Suddenly, he was behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him.

"And leave you here all alone?" He whispered seductively in her ear.

"Oh no no no no!" Bulma groaned. "Vegeta don't do this here. Somebody could walk in. Com-" He had her pinned against the wall in a split second and the rest of her sentence never escaped from her mouth.

"And so?" He leaned in, his face inches from hers. "You did this remember?" He brought up his wrist and wobbled it a little, causing his sleeve to roll down until the metallic item could be seen. " 'You're going to be much more aware of things' Isn't that want you said?" He ran a hand through her hair.

Her sense of panic about someone seeing them like this vanished but a new sensation arose. She trembled at his touch and grabbed the waistband of his slacks. "So it's working hmm?" She whispered back smiling. She gasped when he grabbed her hand that was rested at his waist.

"You're giving the thing too much credit." He smirked. "It's not as strong as you think it is." He trapped her arm behind her to move even closer to her.

"Only a matter of time." She grinned. He frowned and clenched his hands into fist. He was angry because he knew she was right. His sense had already heightened extremely. He could literally feel the pheromone levels she was giving off and it was driving him insane. He needed to get her to cave and now or there was no telling what he would do. Not only that, but he was growing hard easier then before.

He moved in until there was no space between them, his hardness pressing into her hard. She had her teeth clenched and eyes narrowed, breathing shakily.

"Forget worrying about me. You don't seem to be under much control either." Vegeta's eyebrows raised.

"Tch." She scoffed. "I'm not the one attacking you in the bathroom."

"True." He shrugged, "But then again you aren't complaining." And without a second thought, he kissed her.

The kiss was almost electric. It had been so long since the two had done it and both groaned on impact. Vegeta spared no room for modesty. He devoured her mouth as if it would nourish his body and Bulma reacted the same way, running her hands up his shirt. It was like an explosion of hunger, want, frustration and passion bottled up into one ravishing kiss.

They were both breathing heavily when they pulled away, Bulma touching her lips and staring at him while he stared back.

Only a moment or two passed before their lips met again.

"Why should I trust you? Four of you have tried to kill me in the past. One of you has succeeded." Said Jack Sparrow from the T.V. Trunks', with his eyes glued to it, laughed and wiped at his blue eyes. He looked down when his stomach growled suddenly and stood up, racing off to get some food from the kitchen, hoping he didn't miss anything.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he made it to the kitchen, his eyes widening greatly, looking around slowly.

There was food, everywhere.

All over the floor was a mix of sugar and chocolate syrup. Something black had been splattered on the refrigerator, Kool-Aid and mustard covered the cabinets and looking up he could see strawberry stains in the ceiling, milk was on the curtains. There were a lot of other things but Trunks couldn't decode what they were.

The boy's jaw started to shake dramatically, then his arms, then his legs, then his whole body.

"Hi Trunks!" Came the adorable little voice of his sister, appearing from underneath the table, a chocolate bar in her hand. He glanced at her and grimaced, seeing as she was a mess, covered in condiments and food.

"Bra!" The boy whispered, his voice high pitched. "What the hell did you do!?"

She blinked. "I went and got food like you told me to."

"Aw this is gonna be my ass." The boy groaned, rubbing at his forehead, pacing about.

"So, I told her that-"

Bulma pulled away quickly, hearing the sound of the bathroom door opening. She prayed to god that the woman that had entered wasn't who she thought it sounded like.

"Bulma? Mrs. Briefs?"

"Hello Mrs. Tarn." Bulma said, smiling bashfully, coming to stare at the woman who had two other woman behind her, all giving Bulma weird looks. "Mrs. Raymond, Mrs. Yu." She acknowledged the other ladies, pushing Vegeta away who stumbled backwards.

"I'm sorry, do you two need..?" Mrs. Tarn motioned outwards and Bulma shook her hands.

"No no no no! Vegeta was just leaving." Bulma sent him a glare and he returned it with his own. "Now." Vegeta walked out without a word, moving around the ladies who gave him room. They turned back to Bulma who could only shrug, her face burning. Oh why Mrs. Tirn!? She'll never give me the deal now! She berated herself angrily. She needed to get herself out of this. "Oh my goodness!" Bulma mock exclaimed, checking her watch. "Look at that, it's 8:45 already!? Well, I must be getting back to my children. Have a nice night ladies." That said, she ran from the bathroom at full speed.

"Were they...?" Mrs. Raymond asked, trailing off, looking at the door.

Mrs. Tarn furrowed her eyebrows. "I think they were." There was silence between the woman.

"Well I don't blame her. That man is a hunk." Mrs. Yu said fanning herself with her hand, receiving looks from the other two. "What? It's true. Did you see how good he looked in that suit!?"

"Bra!" Trunks exclaimed angrily through clenched teeth, reaching for her. "Would you cooperate!? Stay put!"The little girl was splashing about in the tub, laughing and giggling, her hair flat to her head, sending water sprinkling on her brother. "I said, stop it! Bra! Bra!" He had a washcloth in his hand, grabbing at her arm.

She giggled and slunk away from his reach, splashing water towards him. Trunks growled, suds dripping from his face and clothes.

"Trunks!" Called his grandmother from downstairs. "You're parents are home!"

"Oh shit.." Trunks gasped. "Uh..uh...I'll be down in a minute!" He called back, not wondering where his grandmom had been until now.

"Mommy and Daddy's home!" Bra clapped her wet hands, smiling.

"Yeah...whoopee."

He had his little sister bathed and dressed in less then 5 minutes. He courted her downstairs quickly to his parents.

"Mommy!" Bra, freshly washed, ran into her mother's arms who hugged her tightly.

"Aw hey there cutie." Bulma patted her head. "You look..."She raised an eyebrow. "Clean."

"Yeah, Trunks washed me!" Bra exclaimed happily. Both Vegeta and Bulma turned to the boy who shrugged and laughed nervously.

"Hmph." Vegeta walked off towards the kitchen and Trunks' eyes widened.

"Welllllllll, I'm off to bed." The boy was gone in a flash. Suddenly, there was a crash and a loud bang that resounded from the kitchen and Bulma turned quickly, Bra blinking. Vegeta emerged, his fist clenched and eyes narrowed. Bulma gasped and put a hand to her mouth to keep from laughing.

"Daddy, you look messy!" Bra giggled, pointing at he Prince who was covered in sugar and powder and other combinations of food.

Something brown and gooey dripped off of Vegeta's face and he growled. "TRUNKS!!"