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Hey everyone! So, this chapter concludes my pre-written chapters, so now updating will be sparse, but I will do my best. With the holidays coming up, I'll be incredibly busy, but I'll make time here and there for writing. Thank you to everyone who has been reading and reviewing! All the support is appreciated.

Though there were a couple days left in the week before Bulma and Vegeta had to leave. After the kids had been finished with practice, Goku had driven them to Bulma's apartment actually meeting Vegeta for the first time. They didn't really get a chance to talk since Chi Chi wanted her sons home before supper, but Goku made sure to give his best friend's boyfriend a big bear hug. Vegeta had been unprepared for such a move and tried to push the man off. The laughter of his girlfriend reached his ears, and when he looked over at her he could almost see joy radiating from her. Clearly, she was hoping the two of them would get along. He finally pushed Goku off of him and dusted his shoulder before he nodded at the other man and went back inside the apartment.

That night, Bulma and Vegeta had worked together to cook dinner for them and Trunks and Mai. The four sat at the table, Trunks retelling about his day leaving out all of the anxiety he had been feeling. Even Mai discussed how she told the rest of their group about her situation. Bulma and Vegeta had both been impressed by that. To be fair, they hadn't expected her to be so forthcoming so soon after being so closed off, but neither could have guessed the real reason she did such a thing.

Despite not knowing about her son's inner turmoil, Bulma eventually pulled her boy aside to talk to him privately. At that time, Mai had turned in early, and Vegeta was upstairs taking a phone call from Nappa. It was the perfect time for the mother to talk to her son about what Tarble and Gure had spoken about that day. She wondered how Trunks would react. She didn't want her son to feel like she was ambushing him, so to act as a cushion she made some chocolate chip cookies and tea.

Trunks had showered and then went down to the kitchen finding his mother waiting for him. He noticed the cookies and could smell his favorite cinnamon vanilla tea. "Okay, I'll bite," Trunks said with a chuckle as he took a seat at the table. "What's up, and how bad is it?"

"Nothing is wrong," Bulma offered with a smile. "I just wanted to talk to you about something. It's about what your uncle and guidance counselor discussed today."

"Oh," Trunks murmured in shock. "Uh, am I in trouble?"

"No, son," she assured him taking a sip from her own tea. "Miss Gure just wanted to discuss the possibility of you speaking with her every so often."

Trunks was surprised, and it was visible in his expression. "Why, if I'm not in trouble?"

Bulma laughed lightly. "Trunks, you don't just speak to guidance counselors when you're in trouble," the mother reminded. "She thought what you did was very noble, to confront her and protect your friend, but she's also worried. She knows about Goten's condition, and Tarble explained the real reason why you were in the girl's locker room." Trunks faltered slightly. "It's all being kept in confidence since Juu took care of matters. To be honest, she thinks you would benefit from talking to her. High school is going to get more stressful, Trunks, and you're carrying a lot of weight on your shoulders. You can think about it, but it might be a good thing to talk to someone about whatever you're feeling."

"But, I'm fine," Trunks lied. His mother saw right through him.

"Are you?" Bulma pressed gently. "You aren't still upset about last weekend?" Trunks was about to deny it, but Bulma held her hand up stopping him. "I can see it in your eyes, son. And you did nothing wrong? Don't think I've forgotten what you said to me that night."

"I…I was hoping you were distracted enough," Trunks admitted. "With Vegeta and the conference coming up, I thought maybe we wouldn't have to talk about it."

Bulma shook her head fondly. "You are so much like me. Trunks, talking about what you're feeling is important. If anyone knows that, it's me. I was very foolish to hide who I was in fear of fallout. Everything has worked out for the better. What you did was okay. What wasn't okay was how angry and volatile you got and how you ran out into the rain and got yourself sick. You are my son, and I'm worried about you keeping things bottled up. I know you're growing up and less likely to come to me in certain instances, but you need someone to talk to. You know you can tell me anything, and that policy won't change even if you do decided to speak with Miss Gure."

Trunks's head and shoulders slumped as guilt returned to him. He could tell his mother was worried, and he felt awful for being the one to cause that. "I'm okay, mom, really, but sure. I'll talk to Miss Gure. She was nice, anyway. Just…don't worry so much about me."

"You're my son," Bulma said lightly. "It's Mom 101 to worry about your children. Please, don't keep things bottled up, okay? And I still want to talk about that night."

"I was stupid," Trunks stated, plainly and simply.

"You weren't stupid, Trunks. You were upset. There's a difference."

"Yeah, I know, I know," her son retorted. "I was upset. I was upset over what was happening with Mai. I was upset by what she said. I felt guilty because I feel like she was right. You've all been through so much, and what have I been through. I've wanted for nothing. I have you and you're the most understanding mother anyone could have. You give me, not free rein, but the ability to see my friends and have them over whenever I want, as long as I let you know. You can't tell me that if I wanted to have a party this week, you would be against it as long as a million people didn't show up and destroy the house. Everything is so easy for me."

"Not everything," Bulma cooed. "Trunks, I've tried to make life easy on you because it wasn't for me, and you know that. No child deserves to be put through what I went through or even what Mai is going through. Do you think it would have been better if I decided to become my father and sat here criticizing your every breath?"

"No," Trunks answered with a sigh. "I would be a different person if that was the case."

"Exactly," Bulma settled. "You are a good son, the best I could have asked for. You are a better person than I am, and I am so unbelievably proud of you."

Trunks grinned sheepishly. "No one's a better person than you are, mom," he countered. "But thanks… I've wanted to be a good son and make things easier on you. You've done so much for me."

"That's because I'm a parent, Trunks," Bulma explained, taking his hand from across the table. "It's my job, and it's been the most rewarding job I could ever have. I've said it before, and I'll say it again. You were the best decision I have ever made. I'm just sorry if you've ever felt like something was missing because of my choices."

Trunks was reminded of Goten's words from that day and felt relief to hear his mother voice the same words. Though, the second part of her statement made him wonder. He knew what she meant. Back when he was in middle school, Bulma had asked him if he felt like something was missing because she was his only parent, but he thought he had gotten her to drop it when he said he had her and his grandmothers and uncles and needed no one else. Secretly, though, he had always wanted that one person to look up to, to show him what he needed to be. It was a silly, childish desire that he knew stemmed from seeing other boys with their fathers, so he kept it quiet. He loved his mom, and he didn't want her to think that he criticizing her. "Mom, you know I don't feel that way," Trunks whispered. "You're enough. You've always been enough. How could I possibly want any more when I have you."

"Trunks," Bulma murmured softly, smiling sadly. "It's okay if you do feel that way. I know I did. Even though I always had mom and she was the best I could have asked for, I always wanted to know my father. I wanted him in my life. Even though I had my grandfather and my uncles, even when they took me to those father/daughter dances, it always felt different. I was thankful, but I had that longing. So believe me, I would understand. I know it doesn't mean I'm inadequate or anything. Every child naturally wants their parents."

"Mom, I…I never knew that," Trunks whispered. "I mean, I guess I never asked. I guess there's a lot I still don't know about your past."

"I've told you the majority of it," Bulma stated. "You know a lot about the good times I had with Gramma, and both the good and bad I had with my father. I've come to terms with a lot of it, and to be honest, that little story about the dances, I just haven't thought about in a while, because my life turned out wonderfully the second the doctor places you in my arms. You are my heart, Trunks, and if you ever feel that longing or down or angry, you can tell me. I want you to be happy, yes, but that doesn't mean you need to hide what you're feeling from me."

"I'm sorry," Trunks offered. "I…didn't realize that you could tell. I guess I didn't hide it all that well after all."

"You aren't supposed to hide it," Bulma reiterated. "And I could always tell because I know you. I've been with you during all your ups and downs, and even though you're a teenager it is no different. I'm here for you, just like I know you're here for me. We have a bond."

"True," Trunks huffed. "Okay, fine. Let's say I am longing for a father, I definitely am not longing to meet the donor or anything like that. I'm not that kind of idiot who believes blood is everything."

"I figured as much," Bulma responded.

Trunks heaved a sigh. "But…I don't want to say what I'm feeling. I know how some guys are, and where I really like Vegeta, I don't know how he'd feel if I told him he was the closest thing I ever had to a father. I don't know what it is, but I can feel it. If there was ever someone too look up to, it's him, but isn't that…strange. I mean, you guys haven't been together long. I don't want to scare him away with that."

"You don't have to worry about that," Bulma reassured, smiling at her son's widened eyes. "Vegeta understands, Trunks. We both had pretty crummy fathers, and Vegeta was worse off because both of his parents caused problems for him. He wants to get to know you, too. He's told me that from the beginning."

"Really?"

"Of course," Bulma laughed. "Again, you're my kid. We're a package deal, right?"

Trunks's eyes lit up, warmth and mirth returning to them as he smiled and said, "Right. You're right. I guess I'm just used to watching guys hit on you and then leave when they see me."

"Those guys aren't worth my time," Bulma agreed. "You don't have to worry. I'm glad I met Vegeta because those guys you mentioned are the kinds I wouldn't want to be dating. They still need to grow up."

"Mom…" Trunks sighed after the momentary energy renewal left him. "I…there's something else I want to talk to you about."

"Go ahead," Bulma encouraged. "What is it?"

"I know you aren't mad at me about spilling about grandpa, but how are you doing with all of it?" Trunks questioned. "I don't want you to be upset or hurt directly or indirectly because of what I did."

"I've never been better, Trunks," Bulma answered honestly. "I was so scared of what the fallout would be. I did plan on telling Vegeta that weekend. I never wanted to Tarble to know because I never wanted him to be burdened, but I also had this irrational fear that Tarble would hate me. I always believed everyone would think I'm a liar."

Trunks was surprised, but he couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah, no. You lying? You could hardly hold it together when I asked you about Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy. I do like how far you were willing to go even though it unraveled pretty quickly. I think that postal man thought you were crazy."

"Oh…quiet, you," Bulma said with a pout before she grinned. "Yeah, that was a pretty silly fear, huh? Anyway, I'm glad we had this talk. I'd hate for us to leave on Friday and with this still up in the air. I don't want you to give last weekend a second thought. We should both focus on the future."

"You're right," Trunks concurred. "Everything seems so much better now. Everything is looking up. Mai's here and safe with us. Juu got that restraining order on Zarbon. You and Vegeta are together. Goten's medicines are working well."

When Trunks didn't mention himself, Bulma asked, "And you?"

Trunks's eye glimmered with happiness and hope. "Me? Everyone I care about is safe and happy. I'm good."

Bulma really believed him, especially with how light he seemed. He was no longer hunched over on the table, and his shoulders weren't tensed or slumped. She was really glad that they had reached an understanding during this talk. It seemed that her loving son had been so worried about her feelings above his own. He was so selfless, and she admired that, but now he understood. She was his mother and his fears and stress were hers as well. He didn't need to go through life alone or hiding himself. A thought occurred to her about what she had been doing, and mentally she laughed at herself. She and her son really weren't all that different, which was both good and bad. Good because she knew her boy would be a positive influence on anyone he met, and bad for these obvious reasons. Miss Gure couldn't have come to the school sooner, and Bulma was once again thankful at how blessed they were. She had no worries for the upcoming week. She would make sure Trunks would be able to contact her while she and Vegeta were away, especially if he needed to talk. This would be a turning point for everyone, including the two of them.

Friday came around without incident, and Bulma was ready for this trip with her boyfriend. They had left work early to return to Bulma's apartment. Trunks and Mai were settled at home doing their homework in the dining room. Bunny was due to arrive very soon to take care of the kids for the week they were away. Bulma actually felt better about leaving, for Juu had graced them with a phone call the night before saying that Zarbon had silently relinquished custody of Mai and was aware of the restraining order. The kids would be safe, and that was what Bulma cared about.

Eventually, her mother showed up and happily told the teenagers that she had plans for them during the week and how much fun they'd have. Bulma and Trunks were used to Bunny's antics, but Mai immediately became shy again. She had only been around the boisterous woman a few times.

"So I want you to behave for grandma," Bulma stated.

"Mom, we're not little kids," Trunks countered. "Just go. Have a good time, both of you."

Vegeta nodded at the boy. "You two are free to go to the company whatever days you'd like. Just make sure to fill out your timesheets and submit it to records. All you have to do for now is take down messages and such. My office will be locked thanks to some unwanted snooping the other day."

"Speaking of locked offices," Bulma stated, "Mai, here's a copy of my key. Help yourself to whatever's in the fridge in there. Basically, your duties are the same as Trunks for the week. There won't be any paperwork brought to the office."

"Okay," Mai replied, taking the key from the woman.

"We need to get going, now," Vegeta stated reminding Bulma that they were at a time limit. They needed to get to the airport.

"I know," Bulma replied. "Oh, I'll miss you guys." She pulled her son and Mai in for a group hug before releasing them. Then she looked to her mother. "Call if you need anything or if anything happens."

"Don't worry, Bulma," her mother chirped. "Nothing is going to happen. Everything will be fine."

Before the woman could say anymore, Vegeta corralled her out the door and sighed. "Your goodbyes take forever, woman."

"I know, but I can't help it," Bulma laughed. "I'm a concerned mom and well, it's a thing in our family. My father's mother always called it long Brief goodbyes. We always say goodbye, then talk some more, then say goodbye again, and so on and son on."

Vegeta only chuckled at that. "I once again state that you are an enigma."

Bulma only offered a smile before taking his hand. "I'm your enigma."

His heart skipped a beat when she made that claim, and his hand gripped hers hard in response. "Yes, woman. My enigma."

"Ma'am…are you sure this is okay?"

Raditz had picked Lime and her boys up, and they had reached his mother's home. Gine had already been made aware of her two little houseguests and she didn't mind at all. What was stranger still is her older son never brought home a woman, not since his first girlfriend in high school. They had been engaged to be married, even lived together at one point, but it didn't work out.

The one who was truly baffled was Goku. He was sitting at the counter gaping at the woman. The two little boys were being shown to Raditz's and Goku's old rooms by her eldest son. They had already seemed to take a liking to him. "I mean…it's not too much of an inconvenience, is it? I could-"

"Nonsense," Gine said warmly. "There's nothing to concern yourself with. We need a little life in this house, right Goku?"

Goku finally got out of his stupor and grinned at the woman. His mother said her name was Lime, and if he remembered correctly, Bulma had a friend named Lime who had also gotten a job at Ouji Corp. and was a single mother for two boys. This woman fit that bill. "Yeah, it's not a problem. We'll look out for them. You're Bulma's friend, right?"

Lime seemed surprised that her coworker was mentioned so casually. Hesitantly, she answered, "Yes?"

Goku's smile never faded. "Bulma's been my best friend since grade school. Our kids are really close. She's mentioned you before."

"She did?" Lime questioned. She actually kind of felt happy that Bulma had considered her enough of a friend that her friend accepted her.

"Yeah," Goku replied. "In any case, don't worry. Mom's good with children, and she loves them. You're doing her more of a favor. And I live close by, too, so between all of us, they'll be taken care of."

"I really appreciate that," Lime said, relieved. "Um, but I have to ask…why were you staring at me so intently."

"Oh, that," Goku murmured. "Well, to be honest, I'm shocked. Raditz hasn't introduced us to a girl since his high school days." He started rubbing the back of his head. "It kind of threw me for a loop."

Lime didn't get a chance to respond or question as Raditz returned downstairs with her energetic boys. They seemed even more excited now, and Lime wondered what had changed when they were shy mere moments ago in the car. "Mom, it's so cool! Raditz showed us some of his old toys. There's race cars and remote helicopter. He said we can use it outside while he's gone."

"With supervision of course in case it goes out of control," Raditz stated, looking over to his mother who nodded. "It's a very old toy."

"There were also a lot of board games," her youngest son cheered. "We can play them, right?"

Gine laughed at the children's excitement. "Of course we will. For now, why don't you boys wait in the living room and watch some T.V. I'll get out some snacks."

"Snacks?" Goku questioned abruptly. "Can I stay?"

Raditz rolled his eyes and snickered. "You're just a little kid inside, aren't you?" he teased.

At that, Goku frowned, his eyes narrowing. "When I can be."

His older brother flinched at the cold tone, clapping his hand on his shoulder. "Meant nothing by it. Honest."

"Sure," Goku surrendered, letting it go.

Lime didn't understand the exchange, but Goku instantly returned to his chipper self as he got to helping his mother with the snacks. The woman told Gine where her children went to school and left her contact information, even though Gine could clearly contact her son. Raditz watched as the beautiful brunette went to kiss her two boys goodbye.

He still couldn't believe he was doing this. Raditz was always impulsive, but those impulses usually regarded which woman he was going to enrapture and whose place they were going. He never really got crushes, and he never invited crushes to go on a week-long vacation before even asking them on a date. Sure, they talked at lunch…a lot, but that still didn't mean he should throw himself in, not after his high school girlfriend.

Was he crazy?

Maybe he was just coming down with something.

But, strangely, when Lime looked at him, amusement dancing in her eyes, Raditz didn't really care. "Ready to go?" she asked him.

"Yeah, let's get out of here. We have a flight to catch."

Vegeta followed closely behind Bulma as they debarked the plane, the woman looking up at the bright and sunny sky. She smiled as she let the sun's rays pour over her pale skin. Her boyfriend noticed this, a soft smirk gracing his features. "The weather is so nice here," Bulma said excitedly. "And the flight was great, too. I'm not used to flying business class. How much do I owe you for that?"

"Nothing," Vegeta remarked. "It was taken care of by the company, anyway. You needn't worry."

Bulma pouted, chewing the inside of her mouth making one of her cheeks puff. "Fine," she surrendered.

It looked like the woman was learning, and Vegeta didn't mind telling her the little, white lie. Truth be told, the company paid for his ticket, but he wanted Bulma to accompany him the whole way. He wasn't going to let her sit by herself on the plane. During the mild turbulence they felt when they started, Bulma was latched onto him and shaking. Had she been alone, most likely she wouldn't have reacted in such a way. She would have kept her fear to herself.

"We have a car waiting for us," Vegeta told her, taking her hand. "Let us go retrieve out belongings and head to the hotel. We'll have some time to order room service and relax."

"Sounds like a plan."

The resort was beautiful, and Bulma was surprised by the view from their room. She was looking directly at the beach, the palm trees shifting due to the island breeze. It hadn't been the only impressive sight. When they first arrived, Bulma was amazed by the size of their room. Apparently, suites had been rented, and whoever ran these conferences had the rooms well stocked in case they needed anything during the course of the week. Everything was so elegant. It wasn't something Bulma was used to, but Vegeta paid it no mind. In fact, he found her awe charming and teased her about it so many times. She had been far from gruntled.

Vegeta had joined her outside on the balcony and leaned on the stone wall in front of them. He had to admit that the committee outdid themselves this year. The last resort they were sent to was not in an area this nice, this peaceful. Here, they could truly relax, though Vegeta would have his company obligations and would have to attend many seminars and presentations. Still, he would have time with Bulma, time away from the office and their lives. He would have her all to himself.

"So, what time do we need to start getting ready?" Bulma asked.

"Not yet," Vegeta told her. "We have a couple hours. What would you like to do?"

Bulma flashed him a smile, her eyes filled with excitement and wonder. "Do you think we can go walk the beach for a little while? The water looks so lovely. I want to go to the water's edge."

"I think we can manage that," Vegeta agreed. "We can grab lunch out too. The meals they had stocked for us are those disgusting freezer meals."

"Too much for your eclectic palate?" Bulma teased pressing her lips to Vegeta's in a light kiss.

The man only chuckled as he returned her affection. "I'm used to cooking my own, edible food."

"That is a good point," Bulma replied. "Your food really is amazing."

Vegeta preened at the praise. "Of course it is," he boasted. "I excel at everything I do."

Bulma's face alit with a fond smile, and the woman took Vegeta's hand pulling her with him. "That you do," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his as he allowed her to lead him. "Now, let's go have some fun. We deserve it." Well, Vegeta wasn't going to say no to that.

They returned a few hours later after sharing a nice lunch by the water, Bulma having tried fish tacos for the first time. The two had then walked hand in hand, Bulma's wrap flowing in the wind as they walked side by side. The sand on the beach was so fine and smooth, and the crystal water felt wonderful at their feet. During their outing, Bulma couldn't help but muse that Trunks would love the scenery. She was taken aback when Vegeta suggested they return in the summer during Trunks's and Mai's break. What had surprised Bulma was that Vegeta was already thinking that far ahead in his life, and she was still in it. She tried very hard to calm her thumping heart.

When they got back to the hotel, Bulma was actually surprised to see Raditz on the same floor as them, but what was even more surprising was his date. Bulma hadn't known that Lime, her closest friend at work other than Broly, and her best friend's brother were seeing each other. What amazed her even more was that she had never seen it before. Raditz was a player by trade, but his reasons stemmed from past hurt. Lime was just like Bulma when it came to trust. The fear Bulma had had growing up was Lime's reality. The man she had been with left not wanting anything to do with the boys. He had stuck around for the first kid reluctantly, but once the second one came along, he left. He left a note with the word "goodbye" and Lime hadn't heard from him since. Sure, Raditz seemed like the type anyone would want to steer clear from, but Bulma knew that if he was bringing Lime along anywhere, he would treat her right and never let her go. Her friend was in good hand.

Vegeta had quickly washed up and dressed in his business suit and then left Bulma to work on herself. He had a feeling she'd take quite a bit of time to get ready for the evening meet and greet. While he waited, he flipped through some of the stations to find something decent on television to take up the silence. Strangely enough, he was no longer used to the silence except at his office.

He didn't glance up when Bulma came out of the bathroom, not right away, at least. When he did, though, his mouth dropped open. Bulma was wearing a very elegant, floor-length, deep blue dress, and her hair was up in a classy bun exposing her pale neck and shoulders. The man swallowed nervously as he took in her appearance. In that moment, Vegeta wanted to undo her, take her composed form and force her into a blissful, untamed state. He could imagine it, but there was a time and place. No matter how much he wanted engage with her, he couldn't. If their walk in the park was any indication, Bulma would flip out on him if he tried to unravel her bun. It was bad enough she hadn't wanted him messing with a simple ponytail. No, he would have to wait until later, when they were alone, when she was ready to let her hair cascade down. It was a moment to which he would look forward.

"So, is this good enough?"

Vegeta answered with a curt nod as he turned off the television. He knew it was time to get the pleasantries dealt with at this conference, to start working on gaining new clients and partners. He knew it was necessary, especially if he expected to return Ouji Corp. to its former glory. It was a work in progress, but Vegeta had faith in his goals. He also had faith that the woman standing beside him would continue to be an asset, and he was certain that anyone they spoke with that night would feel the same.

The whole place was crowded with people, many already deep in discussion as Vegeta and Bulma entered the scene. Immediately, Vegeta found Nappa and Raditz with his date and went to discuss strategy. Nappa pointed out to Vegeta the CEO of Capsule Corp., and Vegeta felt Bulma tense. He and Raditz offered for her to stay with the others instead of going up with Vegeta to give her sympathies, but Bulma refused and told Vegeta she could handle it. Nappa was clueless and confused. He tried to get information out of Raditz, but the long-haired man simply went off with Lime to get something to eat.

The man that took over at Capsule Corp. was a younger, thin man with auburn hair. He seemed very approachable, so Vegeta took the initiative and introduced himself to the man who ran a partner company. "Ah, Mr. Kurobushi," the young man said. "It's nice to finally meet you. I hope you have been doing well."

"I have, thank you," Vegeta answered, not once releasing Bulma's hand even as he shook his partner's hand. "I trust you have as well."

"Of course," he replied. "And who is this lovely lady with you. She looks quite familiar, actually."

Bulma flinched but forced a smile. "I doubt it, but my name is Bulma, sir, Bulma Hamasaki."

"A beautiful name," he commented. "Again, it sounds familiar, but I can't put my finger on it. Were you one of our employees."

"No," Bulma dismissed quickly.

Vegeta decided to interject before the line of questioning continued. "I just came over here to say how sorry we at the company are for your loss. It has been a long time, but I know all of you at the company must still be feeling it."

"Thank you, Vegeta. May I give you the same courtesy, from all of us at Capsule Corp. Your father was a good man and an excellent businessman. We couldn't have asked for a better partner, and we're so glad you took the reins."

"I appreciate that," Vegeta managed to get out even though he too wanted the conversation to be over as soon as possible.

"It is difficult when the men that taught us the most leave us," the other CEO pondered. "To be honest, Dr. Briefs was like a father to me when mine had passed. He taught me everything he knew about the company, and because of him I became CEO and have been able to keep all of his good work alive. He treated us all like family."

"Of course he did," Bulma whispered under her breath hurt by the words she was used to hearing.

"What was that?" the CEO asked having not heard her.

"Nothing," Bulma answered, shaking her head. "I just remembered I have to go speak with my friend about something."

Vegeta reluctantly released Bulma's hand, but he understood her need to get away. He just needed to endure a few more moments of pleasantries before he could return to her side. His eyes never left her form until she reached Raditz and Lime. Thankfully, Nappa had gone off somewhere to speak with another partner of theirs. Even better, the CEO's wife had returned to him, so the man excused himself and Vegeta was let off the hook as well. That had been much more tedious than he thought.

"Hey," Bulma greeted weakly as Vegeta returned to her. "Sorry I bailed on you."

"You don't have to apologize," Vegeta assured her. "I wanted to as well. It's my obligation, not yours. Besides, you didn't need to deal with what he said."

"Yeah, that really sucks," Raditz stated. "For both of you I mean. Nappa went to deal with our other partners so you can just focus on making new deals and such."

"Well, we better move fast, then," Vegeta replied, looking to Bulma. "Are you sure you're all right?"

"I am," she ascertained. "I promise I am. I just wasn't expecting that last part. I mean, I should have, but I didn't."

Vegeta took her hand, lacing their fingers together. "Well, the hard part is over, then. Everything else should be a piece of cake."

So, the two of them went back into the fray, and Vegeta used his two surefire strategies to acquire new partners. Bulma was amazed at how well Vegeta carried himself, and how he managed to increase interest in his own company. He even had her explain some of their older products and the mechanics behind them which left many impressed with her as well. Unfortunately, too impressed.

Zarbon had overheard the scientific discussion from where he was standing. He had been deep in conversation with some of the partners they had yet to screw over when he overheard the Ouji Corp. CEO engage with another company. Excusing himself, he went over to his boss to inform him of the development. Here, there was nowhere for Vegeta Kurobushi to run and hide. He had no choice but to speak with them. It was the true reason that Frieza had even bothered going to this conference.

Of course, it was difficult to get the CEO alone. He was well-known and popular, so that wasn't a surprise. Most had heard about this strategic businessman. His one company forged from nothing became one of the most successful. No one knew why he had given up his position, and when he became the CEO for Ouji Corp. his name was heard all over the place. Because of the change in name, no one had associated him with the late Vegeta Ouji, so when it came out that he was the man's son it had been this huge scandal.

Vegeta Kurobushi was a mystery. Everything he did seemed so subtle, and yet he was more successful that even Cold Enterprises. Frieza wanted to get involved with Vegeta, and he refused to take no for an answer. He had been persistent from the very beginning, and now it would finally pay off.

As soon as Vegeta was freed up.

Eventually, the blue-haired woman beside him excused herself to the ladies room. Zarbon smirked. He knew exactly how to entrap Vegeta, and the man would come to him. Frieza seemed to notice this as well and decided to wait until Vegeta was in both their sights. Bulma came out of the restroom and searched around for where Vegeta had gone. The room was crowded, but Zarbon had been right there, off to the side, waiting for her. "Excuse me, miss," he greeted smoothly, flashing the woman a coy grin.

Bulma jumped when she heard the stranger's voice and looked over offering a timid smile after she jumped. She really did not do well when someone snuck up on her. It surprised her that anyone had gone out of their way to talk to her. What did this man want? She took the time to eye him. He was well-dressed, had his long, jade green hair tied up, and wore a charming smile. Bulma could tell this man probably had a lot of female attention. He was good-looking, and he seemed ready to charge any woman at this conference. But Bulma wasn't any woman, and she was in a committed relationship. This stranger approaching her, whatever his agenda, didn't hold a candle to Vegeta.

"Can I help you?" Bulma questioned, her voice completely diplomatic. She had no intention of feeding into the man's flirtatious nature. She wanted to get straight to the point.

Zarbon was put off by the response, but he didn't let it deter him. "Yes, actually," he replied with a chuckle. "I think you can help me. You can start by giving me your name."

Bulma had to force herself not to roll her eyes. This guy had to be kidding. She really hadn't expected anyone to really flirt with other people at the meet and greet, though she was reminded of Vegeta saying his father used to send him off to dance with businessmen's daughters. She could understand why Vegeta wasn't thrilled with these type of events if this is what it was like. "My name is Bulma. You?"

The man's grin widened, and for a second Bulma could sense a hint of malice from him, as if he had won something and intended to do something terribly wrong. Why she felt that way, she didn't know, but she always trusted her woman's intuition, and now she regretted feeding into any conversation with the man. "My name is Zarbon."

Instantly, Bulma's blood ran cold and she tensed, though she hoped the man beside her could not tell. She knew she had the chance of running into Zarbon at the conference, but she had no idea that he would actually end up coming up to her on day one. She knew he had no idea who she was, and yet her mind went to Mai and her son back home. Sure, they were safe while they were all out of the country, but Bulma was worried that Zarbon could see right through her. Her eyes widened slightly, but she managed to regain her composure before too much time passed and Zarbon grew suspicious. "That is a strange name."

Zarbon laughed, and it made her stomach drop. "No stranger than Bulma. So, I happened to see you with the current CEO of Ouji Corp. Do you work there, or are you just here as Mr. Kurobushi's date?"

Bulma wasn't going to hide it. She certainly wasn't ashamed of Vegeta, and it was obvious with her being there. "Both, actually," Bulma answered honestly. She said nothing more, hoping beyond hope that he would walk away. He didn't seem to get the memo.

"Interesting. My boss has been trying to arrange a meeting with him for quite some time," he indicated. "His new assistant had said his schedule was completely booked before and after this conference. Is it really that busy at Ouji Corp.?"

The woman was slightly surprised, for she knew Vegeta's schedule pretty well. If his "new assistant" had said that, it indicated that Vegeta told Trunks to lie about his availability. He did not want to meet with Zarbon's boss, and knowing what she did about Zarbon, she wondered about his boss. If Vegeta did not want to meet with him, that was a huge deal. Bulma was not about to out her boyfriend. Thankfully, she didn't have to.

"Bulma?"

She nearly released a sigh of relief but refrained when Vegeta's voice came from behind her. Turning to smile at him, Bulma reached out for him and Vegeta was instantly at her side. He had seen Bulma talking with the stranger, and the look in her eyes suggested discomfort. Whoever he was, his girlfriend was far from thrilled to be dealing with him. He had excused himself from an old partner with his last company who was looking to make an appointment with him once they returned. "Who is this?" he questioned, his voice giving off a hidden threat.

Bulma opened her mouth to speak, but the other man beat her too it. "I am Zarbon, Mr. Kurobushi. My boss, Frieza Cold, has been looking to speak with you for quite some time." He noticed the CEO's eyes widen before they narrowed again. "I trust your assistant gave you the message."

"He did," Vegeta remarked. "But I believe he also explained that my schedule was full."

"We do understand that," Zarbon remarked. "However, in light of the fact that you are both here, Mr. Cold would like it if the two of you could speak sometime during the week. This is what this conference is all about, after all. Well, that and getting some leisure time with your date."

Vegeta's grip on Bulma's hand tightened. He had been caught off-guard when the man, Zarbon apparently, revealed that he worked for Frieza. It did not help the case that Zarbon was the monster that had harmed Mai. That fact alone did not sit well with Vegeta, and now he was even more reluctant to get involved with the dirty businessmen. He was about to give an excuse, any excuse, to avoid meeting with Frieza. He had absolutely no desire to deal with either of them.

"Ah, Zarbon, I see you've stumbled across Mr. Kurobushi," Frieza's voice reached them, and it grated on both Vegeta's and Bulma's eardrums. "Vegeta, it's an absolute pleasure to finally meet you face to face. It's nice that you were able to attend the conference this year with your increasingly busy schedule."

This had been the moment Vegeta had been trying to avoid and his aggravation was clear, but he played it off. "Yes, things have been hectic as of late. I suppose that's what happens when you inherit a new company right before a big conference. I believe my assistant explained that we would contact you for an appointment the second one was freed up."

"There's no reason to mislead one another, Vegeta," Frieza said, his voice still light with something much darker behind his tone. "You have been dodging me for a very long time, even at these conferences. Let's be straightforward from now on. There is no need to sugarcoat."

"You're absolutely right," Vegeta agreed, and Bulma could feel the tension pressing down on her. She had no idea what was going on between the two businessmen, but she realized that they were in some sort of standoff. "I don't like the way you do business with others. Therefore, I have no interest in anything you have to offer or say. The news has done a good job of explaining the hell I walked into upon inheriting Ouji Corp., so I must focus on that. You, in my honest opinion, are detrimental to the business."

Anyone else would have been incredibly offended. Frieza Cold, he was certainly a conundrum. He just laughed, actual laughter full of delight and amusement. Vegeta openly gaped at the man before glaring over at his chuckling lackey. Zarbon covered his mouth in attempts to conceal, but failed. "Forgive us both, but that is the first time someone has actually attempted to tell Mr. Cold off. We have been working with our employees to try to fix loophole problems in contracts that end up harming our partners. It was never our intention, and the employees that have exploited such intricacies have all been reprimanded and dealt with, some even fired."

Frieza chuckled, unfazed by Zarbon admitted that fallacies of their agreements. "Your concerns are noted, but all I wish is to talk about a project I've been wanting to start. I only wish to discuss my ideas with you. If you aren't interested, which I'm sure you will be, you do not have to go into business with me. When you have time this week, before the conference ends, I would like us to meet. How about tomorrow before presentations begin?"

"My associates and I will be very busy," Vegeta argued, still having no desire to meet with the snake again. His grip on Bulma's hand tightened, nearly causing her pain, but she simply squeezed back inconspicuously. "There will be little time to-"

Bulma's phone chose that precise moment to go off. She had decided to upgrade her phone plan in case Trunks needed to get in touch with her while she was out of the country. "Excuse me," Bulma stated. "I need to take this."

"Of course," Frieza crooned. "In fact, Zarbon, leave us alone as well. I would like to speak with Mr. Kurobushi privately."

"As you wish, Mr. Cold," Zarbon agreed going off, supposedly in the opposite direction of Bulma.

Bulma exited the room and looked around to make sure she was alone. To be honest, she didn't trust the two men with whom they had been speaking. Certain that no one had followed her, Bulma answered the call. "Trunks, how are you doing?"

"Good," her son replied. "I know you're probably busy, but I wanted to say goodnight and make sure you guys got there okay."

Bulma smiled. Her son was so sweet. "We got here fine. I'll send you pictures tomorrow. The beach is really beautiful. You would love it here. Actually, Vegeta mentioned something about summer break..."

"Really?" Trunks asked, sounding slightly surprised before he exclaimed, "That's awesome!"

"Mm," Bulma hummed. "Are you behaving for grandma?"

"Mom…" Trunks whined. "You know I am."

"I'm just teasing, son," Bulma laughed. Her voice then became serious. "How is…" She looked around again not wanting to say Mai's name just in case. Trunks seemed to understand her, though.

"Mai is doing okay," Trunks assured her. "Uh…I kind of played this horror game while grandma was resting. A guy at school leant me and she freaked out a little, but we're watching some comedy to offset that…" He weakly laughed, a little bit nervously.

"Trunks," Bulma said, her voice becoming stern. "What's the rating of the game?"

"Uh…"

"I'm going to guess a game you probably shouldn't be playing?" Bulma interrogated nervously. "We've talked about this. The last time you played one of those, I had a guest in my room for two weeks."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," the boy responded. "In my defense, I heard it wasn't…too bad. And it really wasn't. I mean, you probably would have been freaked out, but it was fine."

Bulma snickered as her son's voice became a little more anxious. "Alright, tell me that if you need to keep the lights on for a week," she teased. "Do me a favor and at least wait until you're seventeen before you start playing more of those M rated games. You don't need nightmares."

Trunks sighed. "Yeah, you're right. I just wanted to see if it was any better than the one I played last year. Anyway, we'll stop. Besides, I don't think grandma would be happy about it. Oh, also, I forgot to tell you, but we won the game! Uncle Tarble and Gramma took us out for pizza after."

"That's great, sweetie," Bulma praised. "You didn't get hurt, did you?"

"Nah, I'm fine. No need to worry. Anyway, you probably need to go back to whatever you were doing, right? Did I call at a bad time?"

"You can call me whenever you need me, Trunks," Bulma assured him. "You're my son, and my top priority. I always have time for you."

"Thanks, mom," Trunks murmured. "Tell Vegeta I said 'hi,' okay?"

"I'll be sure to tell him," Bulma replied. "Goodnight, Trunks. I love you."

"Love you too!"

Bulma hung up her phone and sighed before chuckling, muttering fondly to herself, "That boy."

She saw that there was another restroom in the hall and decided to take a breather and maybe touch up her makeup since she was already there. Hopefully, when she returned to Vegeta he would be away from those men. What the woman didn't know was that her boyfriend was already far away from Zarbon, for the green-haired man had been hiding and listening in on her conversation.

When the woman disappeared from view, Zarbon stepped out from his shady corner looking quite perturbed. He had heard that woman, Bulma, speaking to her son. Trunks…that was the name of Mai's friend. There was no doubt in his mind that the boy had convinced Mai to stay with his family, and now he found out that the mother of that boy was there. An idea hit him, and a smirk alit his face. He slinked out of the empty hallway and headed back to his room to think up all of the specifics. This family was going to pay, regardless of their association with Vegeta Kurobushi.

Meanwhile, back with Frieza and Vegeta, the flame-haired businessman was staring down his enemy. Frieza looked very sure of himself, though he did move to ruffle his own magenta hair. "That woman, your assistant, the two of you seem to be very cozy, hm?"

"She is not my assistant, and that is none of your concern," Vegeta growled. "Why bother bringing her into this? I thought you wanted to discuss a meeting arrangement in private."

"I'm getting to that," Frieza ascertained. "To be honest, I'm surprised to see you here with a date. I've seen you at other functions alone, though I was never able to get to you. Now, I know you'd like to avoid meeting with me. I know you'd like to spend some time with that woman. I only hope you get the chance."

Vegeta's eyes narrowed. Frieza said nothing that would appear suspect, but Vegeta heard it and he was pissed. "What are you saying?"

Frieza looked affronted. "Why, nothing at all, Vegeta. I was only saying that life is short, too short at times. I'm sure there's a way for us to meet and for you to get some alone time with her. I think you understand, correct?"

Gritting his teeth behind his clenched jaw, Vegeta's ire skyrocketed. He managed to keep his composure. It would do him no good to make a scene, but this bastard was deliberately making threats against Bulma in exchange for one meeting. And it was a death threat too! What was wrong with this man? What was wrong with his employees? What was wrong with his company?

They were all too damn corrupt for his taste.

"I understand," Vegeta reluctantly bit out. "One meeting, Frieza, tomorrow, nine o'clock in the hotel restaurant, one hour. That's all you get, and I want to make this clear. I will under no circumstance sign anything or agree to go into business with you. I will simply hear you out, but that is it. And you will leave Bulma out of this regardless of anything I say or do. Do you understand?"

Frieza smirked viciously, showing his pearly white teeth. "Oh, I believe you have made yourself crystal clear. Though, I am confused. I have no idea what you mean about bringing the woman into this. Wherever could you have gotten something like that?"

He was taunting him, but Vegeta needed to make sure Bulma was safe. She was important to him, and this madman was not going to go anywhere near her if he had any say. "It doesn't matter. You are to leave her be. You and your employees will have nothing to do with her and will go nowhere near her or else even the meeting we agreed upon is off."

Vegeta walked away, not giving Frieza a chance to respond. He honestly couldn't be near the man another minute of her would have punched his lights out. Finding Bulma was his top priority. After seeing Zarbon there, Vegeta had little trust in what would happen around them. He needed to get to his woman, immediately.

Thankfully, Bulma returned to the room in that moment looking like her moment of air was worth the time away from her. She seemed so much better and refreshed than when she was frazzled at Zarbon's appearance. Vegeta assumed Trunks had called her. Maybe the mother just needed to hear her son's voice and make sure everything was okay back home. Well, for the rest of the night, he didn't care about formalities. He and Bulma met up with Nappa and Raditz, and Vegeta gave the men instruction on what to do. But he and Bulma were done for the night. Vegeta needed all the time in the world to prepare for his meeting with Frieza the following morning.