Thanks for your reviews, I am sorry I forget to reply, I just want to thank all the ones who are still reading this story. The fic is now a bit ahead of the doujin. Thanks again to my translator fleurlicorne 3.

Bulma was dressed in her nightshirt and was sitting at her desk as she observed Yamcha sleeping. She watched the quiet exhalations of breath coming from her boyfriend...no, her fiancé. Damn, she couldn't believe that she had actually said yes. The previous night had been emotionally exhausting and she was no less conflicted than she had been yesterday. She loved Yamcha, there was no doubt about that. But somehow this love did not feel as strong as it had in the months before. It was not the same emotion it had once been ever since that evening where he had literally ditched her and left her alone with Vegeta. She felt so unsure and had to determine her feelings once and for all. She did not want to dive headfirst into disaster.

In hindsight, she found it almost absurd that she had actually accepted his proposal. Had she done it as a result of that startling confrontation last night where Yamcha had caught her and Vegeta red-handed as they came closer and almost kissed…? If the three of them hadn't had this knowledge of what the future would bring...would she have ever said yes? How would the real Bulma have reacted? She probably would have argued that he shouldn't be so stressed and narrow-minded in his views. But why was she no longer the Bulma that she had once been? What had changed to make her become so different now?

She glanced over at her fiancé, with her eyes roaming across his scarred face. Last night had been amazing. After answering his question, they had withdrawn to her room and given themselves to one another...She could still smell his scent on her skin. They hadn't seen one another in a very long time and it wasn't surprising that they had certain needs to fulfill. Although, she had to admit that her thoughts had primarily been focused on someone else. When Yamcha had been positioned above her, she had instantly imagined the strong and muscular body of the Saiyan on top of her instead and how he would explore every inch of her body and...god, how she hated herself. In women's magazines, one could easily find articles asserting that it was normal to sometimes think of someone else during the act. But Vegeta? How outlandish was that?

She thoughtfully recalled the body odor of the prince. It wasn't that Yamcha smelled bad, it was just that Vegeta had a certain fragrance that she could not quite explain. He smelled animalistic and the more she considered it, the more she could feel her thoughts drifting away. That was exactly what had happened the previous night. Almost every kiss she shared with Yamcha was replaced with the lips of the Saiyan no Ouji. Every touch from Yamcha transformed into an exhilarating caress from the extraterrestrial fighter. Bulma breathed heavily as she tried to rearrange her thoughts. Dammit, it was too much of a good thing to erase from her mind! But she loved Yamcha! And just because they had been together for so long didn't make it acceptable to fantasize about someone else! This was only happening because she was already familiar with everything about Yamcha, he wasn't new and unexplored territory like the body of the prince...

"Morning," she heard her boyfriend greet her as he stirred from the bed.

"Morning," she replied, as she unconsciously pulled her knees up to her chest.

"Have you been awake for long?" he asked her, indicating to the bed.

"No...not for very long. I couldn't sleep," she answered curtly, still being completely possessed by all of these bizarre thoughts.

"Don't you want to come cuddle with your fiancé?" With a skillful puppy dog look, he tried to lure her back to bed.

But she waved her hand dismissively at him. Instead of returning to him, she stood up and walked out of the room. She just had to get away from there. Although they had been close the night before, she now needed incredible distance from him. She felt bad for feeling that way, but that was the truth.

"I have to go check on something...I'll be right back," she explained before disappearing behind the door. After closing the door behind her, she took a deep breath. She felt sick to her stomach. Everything was all wrong. But wasn't everything supposed to feel right? If you loved someone, then it shouldn't feel repugnant to accept their marriage proposal. Just because she thought about another man during sex was no reason to worry, right? But why was she wasting her time thinking about someone who wasn't even attracted to her? Vegeta had clearly expressed that. So why couldn't she just move on after hearing his rejection? The blue-haired woman moved in the direction of her lab and plopped down onto her office chair. At least while she remained there she would have some peace. No one would disturb her. Yamcha must think that she was in the bathroom and Vegeta...he could go fuck off for all she cared.

But she could not switch off her thoughts like she wanted. No, instead her eyes wandered to one of her drawers. She knew exactly what the drawer contained, but she couldn't help but open it anyways. She struggled to unfold her timeline before she admired her handiwork. With her pen in hand, Bulma crossed off the time that had already elapsed. In addition, she included one extra event. "Kiss?" She read back to herself. The question mark was definitely necessary. After all, it wasn't like they had actually kissed, but they almost had. But why couldn't the question mark be an exclamation point instead? For some reason, she wished that it had happened. But at least she knew that Vegeta would be a worse kisser than Yamcha.

"That's bullshit!" she said to herself. What was she talking about? Kissing Vegeta would have been breathtaking. It just had to be, she couldn't imagine anything less. Not for the first time, she wondered why she found the Saiyan to be so appealing. Only a few months ago, she would have mocked such an idea, but now? Now she was consumed by unspeakable thoughts about his hot muscular body that were simply unfair to her boyfriend...no, to her fiancé.

She dropped her pen in annoyance and leaned back. Maybe she should just take back her vow, or make it clear to Yamcha that she would be postponing the nuptials for as long as possible. It would have to be long enough that she wouldn't have to think about the wedding for the next two, three, or even better, four years.

"Bulma, where are you?" she suddenly heard a voice call from the hallway. Had she already been gone for that long that her fiancé was looking for her? The blue-haired woman jerked out of her chair and left the office the same way she had come. Yamcha did not need to to know that she was hiding out there, otherwise he would always show up in her lab whenever she needed space.

XXX

"What? You two are engaged?" Mrs. Briefs flipped a pancake and was beside herself with joy.

Bulma was sitting at the kitchen table and drinking her coffee while Yamcha revealed the unbelievable news on behalf of the both of them.

"And when is the big day?"

"We haven't discussed it yet but maybe next summer?" Bulma felt the former desert bandit's questioning gaze upon her, but she didn't want to elaborate further. Such topics of conversation at this time of the morning were just too much for her especially when she hadn't even had any coffee yet.

"I was hoping that it'd happen as soon as possible," the blonde chirped as she transferred the food onto the plates beside the stove. Next, she served the newly engaged couple their breakfast. However, the blue-haired woman had lost her appetite and left her breakfast untouched. From the corner of her eye, she watched and listened to the conversation that her mother was having with Yamcha. Bulma sipped her drink and sighed laboriously. God, all this nagging first thing in the morning...she would have liked to have told her boyfriend… aaah fiancé (!) that he was forbidden to tell her mother anything. But now it was too late to go back and fix that.

"What does Vegeta have to say about this?"

Bulma's gaze froze to ice as her mother suddenly mentioned her extraterrestrial guest. What the hell did he have to do with it? She peered to the side at Yamcha's face that didn't look very impressed. She could really sense that he was trying to suppress his jealousy and how he despised having Vegeta's name brought up in his presence at all. Come on, she thought. Let it all out. It was really quite amusing to see him struggle with these unpleasant feelings. The inventor had to get a hold of herself. She almost hated herself for harbouring such thoughts. Why was she hoping for his jealousy to return? Was it because she needed a reason to...break the engagement?

"What does he have to do with it?" he asked in an uncertain tone.

Actually, he was right. Since when was her mother interested in Vegeta's opinion with regards to anything? Or was there something that she didn't know?

"Well, Oolong called me recently and told me about this boy from the future that Vegeta and Bulma…"

Before her mother could say anything worse, Bulma gulped down her coffee which she had been having a hard time swallowing. Since when did her mother know anything about that? She had never said a single word about it, and yes, she had certainly had ample opportunity to tell her this information. Had Oolong really called her? What had gotten into the pig to tell Mrs. Briefs the whole story? Her friend was definitely not receiving an invitation to the next barbecue...

XXX

Although he hated it, he had no choice, he would have to go and find her. Last night she had pitched the idea of new training suits to him. However, they had not spoken since then, especially after their conversation had gone in a completely different direction. Vegeta tried to ignore that the weakling was back in the house. It wasn't that he hated him particularly, he just didn't like his overwhelming stupidity. Really, what did the woman even see in that idiot? The Saiyan at least hadn't bothered imagining what the newly engaged pair had been up to last night. It was no concern of his, but still, he found it odd that he had considered, albeit briefly, that she was sharing a bed with that idiot. Well, some of that was his own fault. Vegeta had boasted that the blue-haired woman would never turn him on. But did that idiot really believe that he would admit to having a real interest in her? He would rather tear out his own hair than confess that to him.

After he had finished his morning shower, he headed for the kitchen, where he could already hear her annoying mother cackling. He came a few steps closer and listened to their conversation.

"What does Vegeta have to say about this?"

His breath was cut short when he heard his name. What did he have to do with their insane engagement? And he also couldn't ignore that Mrs. Briefs seemed to know everything and that there was a sad note in her voice. Was she concerned about the two marrying?

"Vegeta is a good looking man after all," he heard the shrill voice ring out.

This was just too much for him! This gossip was driving him mad and was causing him an unbearable headache. For nothing and no one would he dare enter the kitchen now to ask the blue-haired woman about the training suits. She must have put the gis in capsules that he could find somewhere in her lab. She certainly wouldn't object if he entered her sacred lab without her permission.

The black-haired fighter walked up the stairs to the next floor and went down the hallway until he finally stood in front of her lab. The door to the lab was still wide open and it didn't surprise him that she hadn't bothered to lock it. Perhaps she already had the new training suits ready and waiting but before she could give it to him, she had left the lab in a hurry for no apparent reason yet again. Vegeta entered the lab but he could not find anything that even remotely resembled a training suit. Frowning, he looked through the room but couldn't find anything. He took a few more steps before stopping at her desk. "This looks like a blueprint...," he said to himself, as he looked down at the lines that were drawn onto a piece of paper. She might be inventing something new which could assist him in his training. But it didn't take long before the prince realized that the paper was something completely different. He nervously glanced at the calculations, figures and notes that she'd added. It looked like she had made a timeline that was depicting the events ofthe three years that were to come and some of which that had already passed. Yes, that was definitely what this was. The last part of the timeline was labeled birth. "She couldn't possibly…," his breath stopped and his eyes wandered to the post for the previous day that was marked with the word, Kiss?

Vegeta couldn't believe what he was seeing. He took a few steps back and tried to recollect himself. He really didn't know what to make of it or what he should do about it. Had she actually transcribed a potential future? Was this a timeline of the common future that could occur in the present time? Was she really that concerned about this? All of this made no sense in his eyes. First, she had unexpectedly tried to kiss him and then she had rushed into a stupid engagement with that weak Earthling. And now he realized that she must think about this potential future often, perhaps she even thought about it every single day. What she was doing was exactly the same, if not worse, than what the Saiyan no Ouji himself had done. What was the point of this whole charade? Was this all just a game to her? Vegeta felt completely fooled. She always seemed to manipulate matters to achieve what she wanted. Or was she just performing some sort of strange experiment on him? Was this just a desperate attempt to predict and plan for the future despite the knowledge that they had been given to prevent it from occurring? Was she trying to seduce him? Did she have a serious interest in him or did she only view him as a sperm donor who was there to help her give birth to that boy?

Honestly, he didn't know how respond to all this and what he should think of her. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to know what was going on in the crazy mind of that woman. Why in the name of god was this making him feel so down and out? Had his pride been injured in some inexplicable way…?

XXX

"Could you please stop talking about Vegeta?" Bulma begged her mother and her fiancé. "As I've already said before, that was just one possible future. We have a different future awaiting us. Our timeline has already changed since we know that the androids are coming. That one minor detail is irrelevant now. Does it matter whose kid I have?" The words streamed forth from her mouth like a waterfall. But those words just weren't true. They didn't reflect her actual feelings. Of course, it made a difference whose child she had. Everything had changed once she had spoken to the boy from the future. Damn, she might even love that boy with the purple hair. She would be responsible if he suddenly ceased to exist. In addition, he had mentioned that he would return to help in the fight against the androids. What would he say or think when he saw her holding Yamcha's baby? God, she couldn't bear to imagine anymore of this messed up situation. But could she really forsake and hurt the only man she loved?

Things were getting difficult. They were becoming extremely complex. Furthermore, time was passing by so quickly. Her fiance was pressing her to pick a date. If it were up to him, they would be married before the proposed date of that child's birth. But she just couldn't do that. How could she ever make him understand?

"I forgot something in the lab," she remembered suddenly, and rose from her seat. Her breakfast was already cold and her appetite had not yet returned. She should have just thrown her food straight into the garbage.

"Can't you stop thinking about work for once?"

Bulma ignored Yamcha and left her mother alone with him. She was getting a headache from all this engagement and Vegeta chatter. Lost in thought, she climbed the stairs until she was close to her lab. By the entrance, Vegeta suddenly came out to meet her.

"Onna!" he shouted.

God, what had gotten into him? Was he in a bad mood again?

"Onna!" he roared. "Where are my training suits and when can you have the spaceship ready for departure?"

"What..how?" These were almost too many questions for her to handle at once. Bulma had just finished drinking her first coffee of the day and he was already bombarding her with questions.

"Well, what is it now?" She was slowly seeing red. She put her hands on her hips and glared at him.

"Now listen here! I am not your servant or anyone else that you can boss around, do you understand? I heard you, now give me a chance to answer," she retorted, looking at the angry face of the Saiyan. What had happened to suddenly make him look so distressed? "The training suits are in the other lab and...why do you want me to prepare the spaceship? Do you want to leave?"

"I want to get away from this goddamn planet as soon as possible and be on my own for awhile. Things are clearly becoming too complicated here," he hissed.

What in the world was bugging him? Things were too complicated for him? Did this have something to do with Yamcha? Bulma was positive that she detected a hint of jealousy in his voice. But that couldn't be right for why would he be jealous if she wasn't even able to arouse him?

"Listen, if this is because of Yamcha…," she began, trying to defuse the situation, but Vegeta interrupted her in the middle of her sentence.

"This has nothing to do with that pussy. This is all because of you! I can't bear to look at your face anymore and you know exactly why!"

Vegeta was shouting so loudly that everyone in the house might have been able to hear him. The blue-haired woman was anxious about everyone being privy to their conversation, so she marched him towards the lab so that she could at least have a barrier between them and the others.

"Don't scream like that or do you want everyone to hear you?" she snapped, pushing him into the lab and closing the door behind her. "What the hell are you trying to do? What have I done to make you so mad? Have I ever…?" But she didn't continue her question for at that moment she glanced over at her desk where her timeline was out in the open for all to see. She had unknowingly left it out. What if Yamcha had seen it? God, maybe it would have been preferable if he had come across it! That would have been a better alternative to Vegeta, whose rage she could now understand. "Oh shit…," was the only thing she had to say for herself. Suddenly, she felt very small and she swallowed the heavy lump in her throat. "It's not what…"

"Yes, it's never what it looks like, is it?" He shot her a bitter look and she peered back at him remorsefully. "You're putting on quite the show. First with that stunt where you acted as if you wanted to kiss me and now…!"

"As if? Yes, I made a mistake. I was acting without thinking first. But if you had a problem with what I was doing, you should have put up a fight!" she countered, taking a dangerous step closer to him. "You probably would have been overjoyed that a woman was actually kissing you again, assuming that you've ever been kissed in the first place."

"Baka onna," he cursed and gritted his teeth. "You aren't being serious with me. This is all just a part of your dumb experiment."

"Experiment...what?" The last word got stuck in her throat. What did he mean?

"Your stupid timeline is only a desperate attempt to manipulate the future towards what is supposed to occur according to that boy or rather, to you. I am only a means to an end who you wish to seduce in order to recreate the future."

Was that what he believed? That she regarded him as nothing more than a...sperm donor? Bulma felt wounded but she knew that it was her who had hurt him more. She had completely lost his trust which she had laboured so hard to attain. How could she ever hope to make things right again? But what was it exactly that disturbed him so much about this? He had just accused her of not having serious intentions when it came to him but since when had that become an important issue for him? Would it have been something completely different if...

"Is that what you think?" she huffed, having to muffle a wail. "If that's what you really think, then please go. Go on now, get lost! That way I won't have to see you ever again."

"Don't start snivelling now after putting on such a great show. Marry your boyfriend and play your tricks on him. But make sure to forget all about me," he hissed, trying to walk past her. However, just as he was about to pass her, she grabbed his arm and wouldn't let go.

"Vegeta...one last thing…," she stammered, holding back the tears with her last ounce of strength. She wanted to ask him one final question before he left the lab and maybe even the planet for a long time. He so desperately wanted to prevent that future from happening that escaping Earth was his only way out. But did he really have to choose the hard way out? Was it because...

"What if I told you that…"

...he truly thought that it was the only way out?

"...I had meant it seriously?"