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NOTE: Italics = thoughts

Chapter 13

As Vegeta sat there uncomfortably on the couch he contemplated on what he should do. Should he kick the woman off from the couch or should be doing what any sane person would do and that was to wake her up. However, he did none and shuddered at the thought of the woman screaming in his ears until they bled. Instead he stared at her from her parted plump lips to her cerulean hair that spread out messily over his arm, which he had tucked gently under her neck. And as the sun scuttled on her exposed silky skin, he covered the bottom of his face with his hand; trying to stop himself from blushing like a thirteen- year-old. God Vegeta you act like you've never seen a woman naked before. He gently unwrapped her from him, but as he was doing so she moaned and nuzzled closer until her hot breath fanned across his exposed neck, sending pleasurable shivers down his spine. He closed his eyes for control and scooped her in his arms, trying not to gawk at the beauty of her body. He climbed the stairs stark naked and when he placed her on the bed he quickly pulled on a pair of boxers and whispered, "There…now I don't feel like a pervert."

He dug some of Bulma's clothes from the drawers and dressed her carefully, not wanting to wake her up. As he dragged her top over her breasts, his Adam's apple bobbed nervously. Crap I'm acting worse than a school girl! Get it together Vegeta! You're getting soft! After he finished dressing her, he took one last look at the woman curled up on the bed and felt a tight squeeze in his chest! He shook his head furiously and rubbed his sore chest. Women what the hell have you done to me?

Vegeta was now fully dressed as he paced up and down the living room anxiously. His thoughts in complete turmoil. It seemed that the rest of the gang had not come back home from the club yet, to which Vegeta thanked his lucky stars, because he'd rather have someone poke his eyes out than someone see him so weak and soft. The squeezing pain in his chest had still not subsided and Vegeta kept thinking about last night, what did she mean by him cheating on her? Though it made sense because he was, after all, in a hotel room…but not by choice…someone knocked him out…but then why would the room be booked under Bulma's name…what if there was some twisted side to Bulma that no one knew about…what if she was like all the other girls he's been with. The thought suddenly made him angry and he gritted his teeth so hard you could hear the grinning sound. His anger came to a halt, however, when he heard noises coming from behind the front door.

"Keys. Keys. Keys!" came Goku's sing song voice, "Where are the keys…ah there they are," there was a paused and then the sound of Goku giving the key a kiss, followed by a few scratching noises as the idiot kept trying to put the key in the wrong way into the keyhole.

"Oh no! We are at the wrong house!" Goku gasped as he threw his hands out like a mad man, flinging the keys accidently in the pot plants. Vegeta's vein bulged in irritation as he banged the door open for his four drunken friends, "Come in," he hissed menacingly.

Goku gave him a big grin and said, "I can't…I lost my keys."

Vegeta heaved a past out Chi Chi onto the couch that he and Bulma had sex on, not even flinching as he did so. 18, who had a high alcohol tolerance level, only slightly wobbled as she carried Krillin, princess style into the lounge and Goku crashed on the other couch.

Krillin suddenly sat up like a zombie that had been brought back from the dead and said, "Have I ever told you about the time I got kicked in the nads with a soccer ball and my eyes nearly popped out?"

Vegeta's eyebrow merely twitched and he looked ready to Galick gun someone to hell.

"I couldn't ride a bicycle for weeks… you know it makes you think why they hang down there in the first place-" with that he flopped back onto the ground.

Vegeta cursed under his breath, "retards" and banged the door on his way out causing his drunken friends to hold their heads in pain.

Vegeta rubbed his stiff neck and sore shoulder, I will never have sex on the couch again, he vowed as he walked in to the plush lounge of the hotel. Almost immediately his eyes darted around the place searching for someone who could assist him.

"I'm sorry Hun' you can rub manure in sugar, but it still don't turn into a jelly donut." A chubby security guard snarled as he rubbed small circles on his belly, "Only authorize people can go into the surveillance room." His stomach wobbled as he ushered her out through the front door.

Vegeta bit his bottom lip anxiously, fuck now what? I need to see those tapes. Again his sharp senses helped him out, by tuning into the conversation between two desk managers. The male was most likely in his forties, salt and pepper hair and a smile on his face that would put Goku to shame. He was dressed neatly and groomed as if he were afraid of germs. Whereas the woman he was blabbering to filed her nails as she listened to the man drawl on. She looked as bored as hell, her blue eyes scanning the area as if she were looking for something. She was pretty, with neat blonde locks that rested just below her shoulders. Vegeta thought she somewhat resembled Barbie and he involuntary wanted to puke. He swallowed his rising bile and listened carefully into their conversation.

"So Barbra has made me the happiest man on the planet for our past twenty years in marriage," the man ended with a snort like laugh.

The woman rolled her eyes and said, "Why is she in a coma?"

"OH GOD NO! Who put sand in your panties this morning, Vivien?" the male growled sourly as he stuck his nose in the air.

"Uhm maybe it's because the last thing I want to hear is your boasting about your wife until my brain pops," she paused rubbing her aching temples, "I'm still single and I would much rather a hot stranger came in to talk to me then you, Mark."

Mark's poor eyes tear up as he gathered his mug and said fine as he walked away.

"Hey Mark," Vivien called and he turned around, tears suddenly replaced with hope, "Put the surveillance rooms' keys back on the key hanger before you go."

Mark grimaced but walked back to the desk that had a silver stand on it, were all the keys were placed. Those keys would be easy to gain if the desk manager was looking the other way, and suddenly a light bulb flickered in Vegeta's head and his lips curled into a mischievous smile. This is going to be a piece of cake, he thought as he strolled coolly towards Vivien. Almost immediately her eyes widened as she blushed at the very hot man that was heading her way and she quickly put the nail file away, straightening her clothes out. Vegeta leaned on the counter and tugged at his black t-shirt, giving her a semi view of his toned chest, "Hi, uhm it's awfully hot in here and I can't help but notice that you have a jug of water there on the counter, can I get a glass of water?" his obsidian eyes gazed deeply into her eyes making her gulp nervously.

"Of…of…course," she stammered not taking her eyes off of his as she poured him a glass and handed it to him. Vegeta clenched his jaw as he took the glass from her, damn she was suppose to have looked away when poring the water…mmm no matter I still have another plan. He drank the water and she stared dreamily at his Adams apple bobbing gently as he swallowed. She licked her lips hungrily looking at him like a baby lamb wanting to be eaten.

"Are you…you happy?" she rasped out.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow and had to force himself from not scrunching his nose at her stupidity, "Well I'm not sad and thanks your water nourished my body as your beauty nourishes my soul."

"mmphw" she softly mewled and began twirling her hair around her finger flirtatiously.

"Oh another reason I came here was so that I could see if I had been properly booked out from the hotel and whoops-" Vegeta purposely flung his spare key for the beach house over to her side of the desk as it clattered to the floor. She smiled retardily and bent to pick it up and as quick as lightning Vegeta's hand shot out and he took the surveillance room keys from the key hanger. With enough time to spare as she got up and handed him his own keys back.

"Thanks," he grunted putting his mask back on, "Don't worry about checking for my name."

She stood there flabbergasted by his sudden coldness, as he walked away.

Vegeta snuck into the surveillance room undetected and began searching the computer for the file he needed. "Bingo!" He said as he opened the file up…and what he saw made his eyes pop. There on the screen was Nadia as she covered Vegeta's face with a cloth from behind and dragged him in. He cracked his knuckles, he had never hit a woman in his life, but today might be his first.

Bulma eyes fluttered as she tried to look about the room through her blurry vision. I feel weird. As she tried to sit up a searing pain shot in-between her legs. She suddenly felt as though somebody had thrown icy water down her back and the color drained from her face. She placed her head in her hands and cried until the pain in her chest felt like it would explode. She felt dirty, she felt like a slut. In a moment of weakness she gave herself up to Vegeta, when it meant nothing to him. She continued cursing herself, until suddenly she felt something crawl down her top.

Vegeta had phoned Nadia and pretended he was bored of Bulma and was looking for a lay. Nadia was ecstatic and she squirted perfume on her wrists and neck checking herself out in the mirror again. Black and green lacy underwear from Victoria Secrets that no man would resist and as the door bell rang she nearly screamed in delight. As she flung the door open she smiled flirtatiously at Vegeta and he leaned against her doorway, with that expressionless look on his face. He growled and pushed her against the wall, glaring dangerously in her face.

"Ooh want to do it wild today do we?" the oblivious girl cooed.

He rolled his eyes in disgust and flung her to the floor harshly, not caring about her being a female any more. Nadia moaned in pain as she rubbed her bruised butt.

"W…what was that for?"

He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up, gripping her chin in his hand tightly, "Listen to me and listen carefully," he pulled his phone from his pocket and put it on record, "You are going to tell me everything that you did that day to Bulma and me at the hotel. Oh and if you dare try and lie I'll will fucking kill you."

The venom that rolled off of him caused her to tremble, "I…I…alright I'll talk."

Vegeta sighed as he rubbed his neck again tiredly, woman you better appreciate this, he hissed in his head angrily as he walked into the front door. He was about to head into the kitchen when he heard, "WHAAAAAAA! GET IT OFF GET IT OFF!"

Vegeta's heart leapt in his throat and he ran up the stairs and flung the door open, "Bulma!"

His eyes widened to the size of saucers when he saw her, lips trembling, eyes watering, in her panties and with her top halfway off her head. His eyes moved out of their own accord to her cleavage and then he shook his head and tore his gaze away, "What the fuck woman! You nearly gave me a heart attack screaming like that! Put your clothes back on you dumbass!"

She pouted like a pained puppy and Vegeta again tried to stop himself from melting into a puddle of butter. Damn you wretched woman! Grrr I hate you!

"V…Vegeta!" she yelped and threw her arms around him burring her face in his chest causing him to stiffen up and curse her to hell, "There's a spider in my bra."

Vegeta's mouth fell so wide open; it was practically sweeping the floor, you got to be kidding me! You got to be fucking kidding me!

"Hold still," he gulped as he stepped a bit back and gently brushed the hot skin of her chest with his finger tips. He bit his tongue at the softness of the top of her breast as his fingers gently dipped deeper in. He felt something scurry onto his hand and quickly grabbed it and pulled his hand out, walking to the window as he threw the spider out. He flinched at the thought of turning around and looking at her face, but he guessed he didn't need to since she had already left.

Bulma flung herself into the bathroom and sank to the cold floor, hiding her scarlet face in her hands. As she was thinking about what she should do, Chi Chi came into the bathroom.

"B what are you doing here?"

"Chi!" she yelped throwing herself into her friends arms just as she had done with Vegeta, only this time she wasn't half naked, "Oh god I did something so stupid!"

"You didn't try to perm your hair again did you? Because in all honesty it looked like a mop."

Bulma gave her friend a blank stare, "No! God! Can you see my hair is still long and wavy?"

"Mmm nope, I'm still tipsy. I'm seeing doubles here Hun. Goku looked like a horse to me not a few moments ago. Soooo what's up?"

"I slept with Vegeta! God and I initiated it, I felt like a clingy desperate fan girl! What do I do Chi? He clearly doesn't care-"

Chi Chi held a hand up to silence her, "Firstly you are not a fan girl because we both know your ego is what separates you from those brainless bimbos and secondly what to you want Vegeta to do, I don't understand? Honestly you should see the way Vegeta looks at you sometimes, even Goku tells me so. I've never seen him as to so much as look at another girl. If you love him and want to sort this out then you need to talk to him… not avoid him! Because seriously what do you want the guy to do? Do you want him to play Gabriel on a boom box outside your window?"

"No. I guess I've been… arg… childish." Bulma moaned as she bit her lip.

"Good good, at least you realized that… oh and Bulma."

"Yeh Chi?"

"Can you move away from the toilet I think I'm going to hurl."

Vegeta lay out underneath the stars on the sand as he gazed blankly into the sky. He heard crunching sounds of sand being crushed underneath someone's shoes, but ignored it. He knew who it was; he could feel her presence without even looking. She lay down next to him and his heart began beating wildly at her closeness.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled softly.

"Hn…"

"Please don't speak Vegeta-nese to me. Talk properly," She growled.

"Why are you sorry?"

Bulma smiled that he obliged to her request, "For acting like a spoilt brat and not hearing your side of the story. I guess I was afraid to know what you would say. If you'd lie like Yamcha did to me all those years-"

"I'm not scar face. When I got with girls I let them know exactly what they were getting into. I didn't give them false hope and they knew that they were getting played. You of all people, the genius Briefs, should have remembered that," He growled irritably as he sat up.

Bulma narrowed her eyes and pushed her ego, which wanted to bitch-slap Vegeta senseless, down, "Well in that moment I lost it and sorry if I'm only human and I'm going to blow a circuit when I see my boyfriend in bed with another girl," she brushed away the tear that fell down on her face.

"Why are you so damn insecure with me?" his chest contract again, "After I dropped my walls around you and told you that you, Nappa and Kakarot are the only people that will know the real me."

Guilt suddenly hit her like a train and she bit her lip to prevent bursting into tears.

"But I can understand your side," he suddenly turned to look at her and she gasped. Through the moonlit beach she could see the softness in those eyes, his face which was always scrunched in a scowl was adorned in a small truthful smile. She saw his Adams apple move nervously as he reached out to trace the outline of her jaw with his finger, but stopped, dropping his hand and looking away.

"Where are those idiots we call friends?"

"Well after you helped me with the spider they all cleaned themselves up and we went to the mall. We bumped into Sam-"

"What…" he snapped his head to her and narrowed his eyes down to narrow slits gripping his t-shirt as he felt his chest clench in pain again, "hmph."

If Bulma's heart was not on a wild rollercoaster ride at the moment, she'd laugh at the pouting look on his face. Was he jealous?

"Yeh we met up with him, he asked me to be his girlfriend." She mumbled softly.

SQUEEZE

SQUEEZE

SQUEEZE

Vegeta cringed at the pain that was stabbing him in the chest, but kept a straight face, "Hn…so how did you answer?"

Bulma felt her patience slipping. Isn't obvious you dense baboon! I want you! She scram in her head, instead she hissed, "It's none of your business how I answered."

"I guess not…"

Bulma wanted to throttle him. But kept quiet only a few moments before she said something on impulse, "You know what Vegeta. I think I'll say yes to him."

Vegeta, who had been racking his fingers through the coarse sand, froze with his mouth slightly ajar. He suddenly gripped the sand until the grains dug in his hand, "Do you love him?"

Bulma paused for too long and stuttered, "M…maybe because we have this c…connection-"

He snorted in disgust; "You and I both know you are lying out of your ass!" he stood up suddenly wanting the pain in his chest to disappear.

"IS THAT BAD!" Bulma abruptly stood up too and screamed, "I'm tired of this one sided love!"

He swung around to face her, "YOU LOVE ME! You won't be able to love anyone else!"

"Why are you so confident?" her voice become rapidly soft and she looked at the floor, no longer able to control the tears that constricted out of her heart and rolled down her cheeks, "that's right, it is just as you say… but what choice do I have? You don't love me!"

Her shoulders trembled as he took baby steps towards her and then he brushed away her tears from her eyes and kissed her tentatively, yet passionately on her plump lips. When he broke the kiss, he smiled gently at her shocked face and squeezed her into a tight hug, "Don't tell me that you love any other man," he whispered in her ear as he snuggled in her blue lavender scented hair.

"Vegeta?"

"Hn?"

"Do you lo-" he clasped her mouth with his hand not letting her finish her sentence, before digging his phone out of his pocket.

"Before you say anything else. I want you to know it was a little fucked up that I just did something gay right now, but like I said my walls just crumble around you. At first when you slapped me, you hurt my ego, my pride and I hated you for that. That's why I ignored you, but that twat Sam came into the picture and I had a sudden urge to rip him a new asshole and then there was this pain in my chest… any way what I'm trying to say is that I put my ass on the line to get this evidence that proves I'm innocent. I want you to look at it and then decide whether you forgive me and whether you'll trust me in the future."

He removed his hand from her mouth and gave her his phone and smirked, "After that I'll answer your question."

He gave her a peck on her forehead and shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked away.

Hahahaha well that's it for now. I typed as much as I could because I'm writing a test soon. Uhm about the spelling errors and that… sorry if it irritates you guys, but I truly do my best to read over the work and provide very little mistakes in the chapter. But my life is so hectic that along with late updates, I have to read very fast and I miss out on things in the passage that I forget to rewrite. So just bare with me. When I have time I will go back to edit. Many thanks. Please review^^