Bulma was a woman of science. It was in her nature to be...curious.

She had always known that Goku was a strange creature. I mean...he had a tail. Little boys didn't have tails (well...except Gohan. But she chalked that up to genetics.) But there were some things that she couldn't test with her small, now large friend.

But now, she had a new test subject.

"What in the hell is this!? Poison?" Vegeta snarled. He sniffed the glass she offered him.

She sighed. "It's called 'Apple Cider.' You know apple, right?"

He looked at her disgustingly. "Do not patronize me, woman." he sniffed it again. "It's not just apples." he looked at her skeptically. "What else is in there?"

She leaned back on her heels. "Well, you know there's sugar...and cinnamon...you know cin-"

"Woman." he said dangerously.

She crossed her arms, "And something called 'allspice.'" she huffed. "Don't worry, my mom uses it in half the food she makes." She watched as he sniffed again.

"What else?"

"Um...nutmeg? I think?" he glared at her and she sighed dramatically, plucking the drink from his hand and taking a sip. It instantly warmed her insides and stopped her knees from shaking. "See? Safe. I just want to see what you think of it since I made it."

He rolled his eyes. "Then I doubt it's edible."

Despite herself, despite knowing better, she smacked in stomach. Unlike with her EX boyfriend, she put in all her muscles, though he didn't even seem to notice it.

He did smirk, taking a slow sip.

She watched with baited breath.

He shrugged. "It's acceptable." he downed the rest of the tall glass in one go.

She grinned manically. "How about another? I made lots. Two barrels!" she motioned for him to follow her into the back yard.

He looked at her warily before following her into the back yard.

III

Four hours later, the sun was setting and Bulma decided her experiment wasn't going as plan, but it did have minimal success, so she considered it a victory.

Vegeta's cheeks were slightly flush, but that could be because of the 1000 push ups he was doing. She made note of how his muscles twitched (for scientific purposes) and how he allowed her to sit very close. Close enough that his tail was stroking her breast fondly.

She grinned sheepishly, taking a larger swig of cider than she probably should have (for scientific purposes).

Vegeta stopped at push up1954. He rolled back on his haunches, his tail plucking the drink from her hand and pulling it to him.

She almost giggled. He downed the rest, smacking his lips in a very un-Vegeta like way. "Are you sure there is nothing else in this concoction of yours?" she was delighted to see his eyes were slightly dilated. And they should be-he drank a whole damn barrel.

"No." she squeaked, hiding her smile. "Nothing else." Except 6 gallons of Rum in each 10 gallon barrel.

It was a bit much, she had to admit. But as long as the Prince hadn't had apple cider before (which really didn't seem like an intergalactic drink) and didn't know what rum tasted like (once again, not an intergalactic drink) she was sure her experiment on seeing whether you could get a Saiyan drunk would work out smoothly.

She'd only had a few glasses and was already fuzzy from the drink, but it didn't seem to affect Vegeta too much.

Except for his tail. He usually kept his tail in check, but even now, it roamed over her body nonchalantly, causing butterflies to erupt as it flicked at her upper thigh, poking under her skirt.

He held out the drink. "More." his body was covered in sweat and Bulma hoped his dehydrated state would make this a little easier. She stumbled up, sashaying her hips as she walked towards where her barrels of cider were. She couldn't help but smirk as she felt his gaze on her the whole time. She ladled the drink into the cup (where did her cup roll off to?) taking a sip before filling it to the brim and sauntering back over to him.

He watched her the whole time, snatching the drink out her hand, drinking heavily from it. Never taking his eyes off her.

Her whole body felt like it was on fire. His face seemed to flush more, as his eyes narrowed. His tail wrapped around her waist, pulling her hard into his lap.

"There is some kind of poison in this, isn't there. Their faces were mere centimeters away. His words were finally starting to slur slightly as he looked at her.

She tried to scowl. "No-not...poison." His hands gripped the back of her head.

"What?" he seethed.

"Rum...it's alcohol." She lifted her chin. "I was wondering how much faster Saiyan's metabolism could break down alcohol than humans." Really, she just wanted to get him drunk, but that's besides the point.

"What does it do?"

Bulma felt her fingers trail up his chest. He didn't protest. "Well, it makes you feel the way you do right now. All fuzzy and..." she swallowed. "wanting to do something you normally wouldn't want to do."

His eyes pierced hers. He was watching her lips. "Like this." he pulled him the back of her head roughly and smashed his lips to hers. She moaned, quickly wrapping her arms around his neck. Her mouth was open and his tongue slid against hers. Her body was electric as she pressed herself fully against him.

As quickly as he kissed her he pulled back, pushing her off him. His face was fully flushed and he looked away. "Then your experiment was for nothing." he huffed, curling his tail around his waist. "I do not feel such things."

He stalked into the house.

She grinned.

Success.