Disclaimer: I am not the creator of DBZ, otherwise I would've been rich and be continuing the series. *Looks at her life* Lucky Akira...

Anyway...

Characters may act OOC at times.

Hearing an engine start, and her friend's presence gone, Bulma sighed in relief. What is with the people she hung out with? Do they always have to be all up in her personal life? "That was one heck of a performance you did there, boss." She joked.

Vegeta scoffed. "That was hardly anything. I'm startled that they believed the act, since you did such a horrible job at it. Not even classes could help you." He smirked. "Such a pity."

The cerulean-haired beauty merely rolled her eyes at his insults. She was getting sick and tired of his obvious disrespect towards her. What has she done to him to make her the object of his rage? Meet him, she thought bitterly. She knew that Kami was plotting against her, otherwise she would've been on a yacht with her super sexy boyfriend drinking a martini and done with college. Not having to work her hours for a person that doesn't give a crap.

"You and I both know, Woman, that that will never happen, even if you never met me." The forgotten man scowled. Hearing her thinking all the time was driving him mad! Better to make her aware of her actions before his mind explodes.

The bluenette looked at him in shock. Pointing a finger at him, she said, "How'd you-"

"Do that?" He taunted, feeling a smirk tug on his lips again.

She lowered her hand slightly. "Stop e-"

"-nding your sentences?" He was almost full out grinning. Oh what a humorous expression his assistant was showing.

She crossed her arms in an annoyed fashion. "Can you-"

"Stop that? Because if you're asking me, my obvious answer will be no." Was it him or did he see steam beginning to rise off of her?

Clenching her raised hand, she growled out, "Are you-"

"Reading your mind like how every other saiyan that you've been around your entire life has? Yes, yes I am." Kami, how much he wanted to thank you for the look on the Onna's face. He could actually see all of the color draining out of her face and a light bulb go off above her.

But...But if he's telling the truth, then...Her face turned scarlet in mortification, but then changed to unimaginable rage.

She heard him chuckle. "Mad that I found out about your dirty fantasies of me?" She clenched her hands into tight balls until her knuckles turned white. "Can't say I'm not interested, considering you seem like a good toss in the hay."

Slap.

Tears pricked the corner of her eyes as she stood tall in her stance; her arm outstretched around her with her assigned's head turned sideways. His words stung, they squeezed her heart tightly in a vice grip. What he said was completely uncalled for. "Fine, I don't need you anyway. You were too much of a prudish bitch for anyone to handle. Nothing but a good toss in the hay." Her eyes turned glassy and hollow at the everlasting words of her ex. How much of an impact it did to her.

"Shut up, just shut the fuck up." She gritted out, her blue diamonds staring endlessly into wide ebony.

His head still sideways, he stared at her in amazement. He knew that the Onna was riled up, it was obvious by the different shades of red that spread across her face, but he never expected that she would turn to physical force to silence him.

He narrowed his eyes as he turned his head to face her properly. He felt a shiver go down his spine, but kept his cold facade. It was obvious heartache in her sparkling ocean eyes. The same look of a person that's about to be executed. Mo-...

He frowned at the memory before quickly returning back to his emotionless state.

"Calm yourself down, Woman." He said gruffly, crossing his arms.

He was brought with another surprise as she fell onto him and clutched his shirt desperately, as if he was her lifeline to the afterlife. He looked down at his blue-haired assistant bewilderedly, but instead of the fiery minx he had to deal with, he saw nothing but a vulnerable, insecure woman that she kept so well-hidden. She bit her lower lip to keep any cries in as she closed her eyes tightly to prevent any tears from escaping. He stood frozen as he let her get a hold her herself. He never has been in a situation quite like this, and he wasn't one of compassion.

"I said to calm down, damn it," He growled out, "Pull yourself together and act like an adult!" It was truly a pitiful sight to see a person so determined and independent, be reduced to nothing but broken glass and a few tears.

Bulma only clutched onto him in a vice grip and stiffen her body. "...Could you please just give me this one moment? Please?" She choked out.

Again, he was left speechless. How is he suppose to answer back to that? No? Sounds so easy, but he just can't get himself to do so. What the hell is wrong with me? He thought.

The deduced woman crying softly in his arms mentally slapped herself. What...The...FUCK? Why is she crying like a pathetic child? Why is she holding onto the devil? Why is she crying in front of him? Her mind commanded for her body to listen and rip away from this fiend that caused her to be in such an emotional state. Then why can't I?

Her cries were slowly fading away until she was doing nothing but breathing in a hollow manner. She was exhausted, and fed up. She was stable enough to hold herself together and strip away from this man's arms, but the smell of his musky scent, and the warmth emanating off of him seemed so soothing. It intoxicated her.

She buried her nose into the crook of his neck and inhaled, savoring the manly scent mixed with wood, as if he spent most of the day in the woods. Her conscious went fuzzy, the potent aroma of man and hormones invading her senses. She didn't even pick up the fact that she was gently biting and licking her boss's skin on his neck.

Vegeta stared at her, aghast. One minute she was a wreck in his arms crying like a bitch, the next she's nipping and licking his throat in a seductive manner. He held back a groan when she stuck her entire tongue out and slowly licked from the joint that connected his shoulder and neck together, to underneath his jaw. Fuck! He thought as he felt his blood rush towards his nether regions. Damn seductress. Growling in a feral-like style, he shoved his chiseled face into her creamy, smooth skin between the head, all the way to her shoulders.

He felt his bronze complexion tingle in excitement once taking in her fragrance. Lavender and Frankincense. He thought with a hum, tracing his canine teeth along her supple skin, teasing it. He smirked in satisfaction when he felt the Onna lean into his mouth, begging for more of his alluring tongue. Giving her mercy, her planted his tanned lips upon her smooth, silky throat and sucked gently on it, his tongue whipping at the delicate skin.

She moaned in approval as a hand hooked around his neck, burying his face into her further. She struggled to tell what was right from what was left as her body moved on its own. Is this what being taken over by instincts feel like? Are they this powerful? Or was it the effect he has over her? She couldn't tell anymore.

"Vegeta..." She gasped out. "N-Not here...don't want...anyone to have a fr-free show- ah!" She moaned out as she tugged onto his hair, eliciting his excitement. About to give an arrogant reply at her, he was harshly pushed off.

"What the..." He growled out in annoyance. It was rather cruel what she did. Make him so turned on and refuse to help him relieve him of his excitement? That's just dirty.

Bulma's face was flushed red as she tried to comprehend what just happened. What have driven her to do...do...this? It was completely unexpected, and she hated being unaware of things. And with my own body! She thought disapprovingly. She knew she had a little...lot of sexual tension, but she wouldn't have even imagined losing her control because of such.

"I..uh, gotta go." Turning swiftly on her heel, she dashed to escape this uncomfortable scene, but was unfortunately pulled back. She bit her lip to hold in a groan. This situation was already embarrassing enough, why does he have to add onto it? Like putting salt on a wound. She thought bitterly as she was forcibly twirled around.

"You aren't leaving until you-" He cute himself. Until she what? Explains why she kissed him? Such a waste of time. Letting go of her slightly tanned arm, he gave her once last glare before turning on his heel and walking away, shoving his hands into his pockets.

He was just as confused as she was at the moment, and he couldn't afford any distractions in his life. He has far more important things to deal with rather than play lover with the half-breed. Like grade my forced-to-be brats' papers...No, that wasn't important at all. Besides, he got that half-saiyan to- I'm not suppose to be thinking of her! He mentally growled at himself.

"I need to get a drink," he grumbled as he spotted a nearby cafe. Taking a sharp turn of his heel, he shoved his hands into his pockets and stalked over to the quaint business. It wasn't all the impressive, it was just a shop squeezed in between two larger buildings. But the number of customers inside it was next to none, and right now he didn't want to be around so many people.

The bell above the door chimed when he entered as the strong scent of coffee beans and vanilla invaded his nostrils. He smirked at the pleasant smell as he walked over to the female Earthling cashier behind the counter. He noticed the seductive look gleaming inside her dark hazel eyes and how her finger twirled around a lock of her auburn hair.

"How may I help you," she asked. He noticed the purr to her tone.

Deciding to play around with her, he leaned against the wooden counter and said in a deep, airy voice, "By giving me a hot, tall glass of-" He cut himself off as the seducing Earthling's dark, hazel eyes were replaced with a beautiful, oceanic color and her auburn hair was now a lush, cerulean wave. Bulma?

The woman smirked, "What? Too nervous to talk?" That voice! It sounded just like her.

She trailed a finger down his chest. "Well I already know what you want." Oh she probably did, but how was he suppose to get it if he can only imagine that stupid onna! Leaning away, much to the cashier's disappointment, Vegeta hastedly turned on his heel and rushed out of the cafe.

What the hell was wrong with him? He scowled as he continued to walk aimlessly around the city. He just couldn't understand why his mind was so focused on that bloody woman. It wasn't as if he loved her - that would be a great disgrace to his family - but she just couldn't get out of his head. That situation in the cafe earlier being a prime example. One minute he was talking to a hot brunnete, the next he's looking at his blue-haired assistant. She can't be that important in his mind, can she?

No she is not! He growled at himself. She is nothing more than a disgusting mutt.

Disgustingly sexy mutt. His subconscious muttered.

He scoffed. Sexy? As if. No half-breed is ever even decent. You give too much credit to the Woman.

So you acknowledge the fact that she's a woman, not a mutt?

Off course she's a woman. I'm not blind. She's a mutt still because she has mixed blood.

I could tell you're not blind because you tried to fuck her not so long ago this morning.

You shut the fuck up. He scowled.

He was brought out of his thoughts once catching sight of a familiar twin and a familiar Earthling. His sister was mouthing something while that human harpy was looking distressed. He hid behind a tree when he saw his older twin turn her head in his direction.

What are they doing here? He wondered as his eyes followed their departing figures. He raised a curious brow as he discreetly followed along their trail. His ears pricked up as he tried his best to block out the other annoying noises and focus on his sister's and her onyx-haired friend.

"What was it you were looking at back there?" He heard the harpy ask.

"I just thought I saw my brother is all." Was his sister's nonchalant reply, followed with a shrug.

He heard the chocolate-eyed Earthling scoff. "Why would Vegeta be here of all places? From all I know about the guy, is that he hates being around other people. I thought he was a loner when I first met him."

Vegeta's eyebrow twitched in annoyance. Loner? Being nonsocial doesn't make you a loner! He heard his sister laugh. "Loner? Don't you mean you got a boner when you first met him?" He chuckled as the Earth-born woman smacked his twin on the arm.

"I'm married!" She gritted out.

"And I'm not!" Was the saiyaness's playful reply.

Vegeta scowled. And it better stay that way. She may be the most irritating, irrational, and whiny woman that he has ever known, but that doesn't erase the fact that she still is his sister. And being the mature child, and her brother, the fact that his sister would be taken advantage of an unworthy man didn't settle well with him. Espesscially since the only man she got with her is that pathetic pack mule that bows down to her every fucking time.

He liked the fact that she had such authority over the mutt, but come on, he's a MAN! Men are suppose to be the alpha in the relationship, not the other way around. If his sister were to be wed, not saying that that'll ever happen, she is to be married to a man strong enough to take care of her and handle her with the upmost respect she deserves. Damn straight.

Tuning out of his thoughts, he resumed his eavesdropping on the two wenches. "Shut up." The fragile woman laughed, though the slight roll of her eyes told you that she was irritated. Who wouldn't be? He quietly snickered.

"Anyway," ChiChi drew out, "what are we going to do with those two? Bulma is obviously still confused and that prick has too much pride to admit that he fancies her."

What? Now this part of the conversation was quite interesting. What about Bulma and this so-called 'prick'? He wondered. Disturbingly - to him - he didn't like the idea of the oceanic-eyed wench with another guy. I'll find this bastard and beat him black and blue. A little splatter of red here and there, and over there staining the wall. He thought with a sadistic smirk.

"Well they can't help it, both of them are too stubborn." Rosa shrugged. "Maybe we can get Ama-chan to form another plan? The other one she was...er...preoccupied." She coughed in discomfort.

Chi contemplated for a second. "I'm not sure...she tricked us into getting drunk, remember?"

"That was our faults." The saiyaness reasoned with a frown. To think after all that troubled woman put her through, you'd think she'll despise her with the strong, fiery passion her friend does, but in the end she wanted to thank her. The humiliation, bad decisions, pain and angst, it only made her that much stronger.

"Don't even try to cover up for her. She was a freaking curse Kami above gave to us!"

Rosa's back stiffened. No one understood the clever saiyan like she did. Amaranthia and her younger twin were so much alike inside. Both were filled with so much rage and angst, and only have their pride to use as a thick mask against the world.

She frowned at the misunderstanding Earthling. No one would ever understand that girl, ever.

"Be careful of what you say Chi, you'll regret it." She spoke wispily. "Don't judge Ama-chan for what she did to us, she must've had a motive."

"Yeah, to be the Grim reaper's assistant."

The unnoticed eavesdropper sighed as he tuned out. Nothing good was coming out of their conversation now. Stopping in his tracks, he shook his head before turning around, filling the rest of his day with more mindless walking. First they were talking about the Onna, next they're arguing about some sorry ass person that he could give two shits about.

But what were they talking about? And why is the Wench such a big part of it?

...Am I forgiven? *puppy dog eyes* Please?

Oh, and by the way, did you like that Fighter quote? By Christina Aguilera peeps!