What... what was she WEARING?

Bulma noticed his stare and turned to face Vegeta, who was looking at the heiress, wide eyed.

"Vegeta! Nice to see that you have gotten your sweaty ass out of your GR. Come, tell me-which looks better?"

She was in a red halter-neck, two piece bikini that accentuated her curves perfectly and perked up her breasts, and her hair was bunched up in a messy ponytail. Bulma held out another studded, yellow two-piece in her other hand, and was staring at Vegeta inquisitively. "Which do you think looks better on me?"

Vegeta gulped thickly, his gaze trailing from her face and then down her neck to - oh. Oh god. Oh, dear kami.

She didn't seem to mind his lack of answer. "Well, I think the red one suits me better. Besides, they make my boobs look awesome."

Oh, don't they, Vegeta felt his face heat up.

"Hey, why don't you join me? You look a little hot. Relax a while, go to the beach with me!"

The saiyan didn't know if he managed to nod - his body didn't seem to cooperate with him at that moment, but it seemed that he did, (either that of Bulma didn't care about his protests), when the heiress ran up and came down in a bright sundress and a pair of swimming trunks, "Mum picked this out for you when she was at the store. She picked out a lot of other things, too, but I doubt you've seen them," and she threw them in a tote.

"Come on!"

Vegeta begrudgingly trudged on, unable to use his excuse of needing food, "I got the bots to pack enough for both of us," Bulma reassured, set on her beach day.

They climbed into her mini-hover jet.

"Don't you have a private beach?" Vegeta asked.

She nodded, then shrugged, "the experience isn't the same," Bulma answered.

...

"Woman, I don't think this is appropriate."

"Oh come on Vegeta, it's fine. You aren't wearing any less than you usually do, anyways," Bulma knocked on the other side of the changing room door, and it slowly opened to reveal a grumpy, bashful Vegeta. His swimming trunks hung low on his hips, showing off his muscled abs and impressive torso.

"It's not so bad," Bulma grinned, her sundress had been abandoned and the heiress was back in her bikini. Vegeta averted his eyes.

Bulma linked arms with the saiyan and walked him to their beach towels, beaming when he didn't attempt to pull away, "after you put on sunscreen, you can do whatever you want," then, "trust me, it's better than it smells, sunburn's a real bitch."

"What's... sunburn?"

"You've never gotten sunburn before?"

Vegeta shook his head.

"Woah! Is that a saiyan thing?"

The saiyan prince shrugged, "we were primarily a desert-dwelling race, and had our homes built in the open at the mercy of Vegetasei's two suns."

Bulma gasped in amazement, her fingers brushed Vegeta's skin, "that's amazing, and two suns? No wonder you can stand heat so well. Goku never had any problem when it was hot, either."

Vegeta snorted. "He's hardly saiyan."

"Yes," Bulma let her voice trail of softly, and Vegeta noticed her eyes were no longer on him. He followed Bulma's gaze over to a group of people playing volleyball, and... oh.

Yamcha laughed as he served the ball over the net, gently, and a blonde in a very revealing bikini bumped it over to her teammate. The teams were a mix of guys and girls, but Yamcha's attention seemed mainly directed to the females.

Vegeta growled, and Bulma shivered when she felt his body tense next to hers, and his ki rose in warning.

"I'm over him," Bulma announced, "that's why I'm here, to enjoy the single life with my hot companion," she linked arms with the saiyan and sniffed, " besides, it's his loss."

Yamcha felt a familiar spike in ki and turned over, his eyes widened in shock to see his girlfriend - well, ex-girlfriend's arms entwined with a certain saiyan.

He ignored the disappointed cries of those watching and jogged over, "Hey Bulma, Vegeta," he pulled his lips into a forced smile.

"Hi Yamcha," Bulma subconsciously pulled Vegeta closer, much to the obvious displeasure of the ex-bandit, and he tensed.

"I'm surprised to see you here, Vegeta," he shot out, "don't you have training to do?"

"I could say the same as of you, weakling," Vegtea returned, "your power level is lower than before."

Yamcha frowned, and Bulma stepped up, "woah boys, no fighting. not here."

Both of them calmed visibly, and Bulma fell back into position next to Vegeta - it seems so natural, Yamcha thought, "Nice speaking with you," he said, stiffly, and went back to the game. Bulma sighed.

"I thought you were over him," Vegeta frowned, and she nodded.

"I am, but you see, it's hard to find a guy that likes me, you know. As in me-me. Not just for my money, or my looks... those can go away, and so will that guy."

"It is stupid to base a relationship on temporary, superficial things," he nodded, "but it's common here. Is that some human thing?"

"Unfortunately," she sighed again, "for some, yes."

Vegeta frowned.

"Why?"

"I don't know," Bulma sighed.

Vegeta pouted. "You're human. If you don't know about human relationships, who else would?"

Bulma laughed.

Vegeta reminded her of a curious child, incessantly asking questions about what he didn't understand. It was adorable, really.

The saiyan in question cocked his head to stare at her quizzically, which made her giggle - he could be so cute sometimes without realizing it! Yamcha frowned and turned sharply when he heard his ex's bubbly laughter, and gritted his teeth when he saw her giggling all over Vegeta, who didn't seem to mind. A volleyball on the head turned half his attention back to the game.

"Life's that way sometimes," Bulma sighed dramatically, "all the drama makes me confused sometimes." Something diverted her attention, however, and the heiress squealed, "'Geta, want some ice cream?"

Vegeta blinked, when she didn't wait for his reply and started to drag him away.

What's... Ice cream?