Prompt: Ribbon Word count: 500

A/N: I'm really sorry about not posting anything as of late. I'm seriously thinking of taking down my old stories and revamping them so their not so...bad. Mainly I wanna go back and make "Life Happens" a LOT better since that was my first attempt at the B/V writing. I don't know how many/if anyone reads my stuff anymore, but if you have an opinion, critic, idea on how to make anything better I'm always interested in hearing...er seeing them.

In any case, enjoy this little drabble, and I've got a few more done that need to posted up, and YES, I am still working on the sequel to "Unusual Weather" it just got pushed back under the covers 'cause of all the story ideas. Plus I've been having really bad panic/anxiety attacks and headaches, so my writing time is being cut even more. *sigh* Alright, enough complaining. Just wanted to let any and all readers know what's going on and why I haven't been as active.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.

"No, no, no! You can't, please!" the blue-haired woman begged. Her hands were wrapped around a thick bicep, desperately pulling at the muscle.

Dark eyes narrowed as the man looked over at the crazy woman that was clinging to him and clawing at his hand. "I can, and I will."

Bulma's hand rested over Vegeta's fingers, stopping whatever action was about to take place. "Let me keep just one," she half-questioned.

"No!"

"But…."

"I forbid it," he growled as he turned his sight back to the object in his hand. How she'd even gotten the damn thing was a mystery. He thought that he'd already taken care of this problem once, then to run across it again?

A pout covered the woman's face, as she shoved it right in front of Vegeta's. "Why? I promise I'll keep it well hidden. I won't show anyone." She received a low growl, and a gentle nudge pushed her head out of the way. "You're just being a jerk!" she whined pathetically, as she continued to cling to his arm.

"What's new?" the Saiyan asked indifferently. "Besides, we already went through this once, did we not?"

She gave him a meek smile, as her head tilted to rest her chin on his shoulder. "It's been so long ago, I can hardly remember."

"It was just a few weeks ago!" he roared, his temperature rising, and ki flaring just enough to make her pull back. "Why do you insist on always doing things the hard way?"

She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't. You make it hard by fighting against what I want, and all I want is this one lousy little picture."

He contemplated. It wasn't like the picture would do him harm if anyone ever saw it, but it was still something he'd rather not have prying eyes to find. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Bulma's arms drop, and her face soften.

"Please," she asked nicely, one last time.

His gaze landed back on the picture of himself. He was leaning against a tree out in the backyard—he remembered the day clearly. He'd been watching Trunks and Bulma chase each other around the large lawn, far enough away that he'd thought he'd be safe—apparently he hadn't been. Damn cameras with their zooming functions. He almost let her keep the picture, except for the fact that he was genuinely smiling in it.

Before Bulma could stop him, the photo was hastily torn and the jagged pieces were scattered across the floor at Vegeta's feet. She stood in shock for a few minutes before glaring at him. "Fine, whatever, you're such an ass," she muttered as she walked away.

The Saiyan smirked, victorious once again, unknowing of the smirk covering Bulma's face.

As long as she still had the negatives hidden in her desk drawer, she could easily make a new print of any picture he'd tear up. She just couldn't help toying with him sometimes.