Since the Gravity Room was out of commission ("Again?" Bulma groaned,) Vegeta had gone elsewhere to work out. He didn't get back for another few hours, until lunch. Bulma waited for him in his personal kitchen.

"Hn. How was your 'meeting' with Kakarot?" Vegeta asked snidely, taking a huge bottle of water out of the fridge. He was soaked in sweat, but Bulma never found that smell offensive.

Bulma didn't say anything at first, which was surprising to Vegeta. He was expecting a witty retort. She just kind of stared at the counter top.

"What, are you expecting an apology?" Vegeta said, allowing a haughty smirk, "Oh, I'm so sorry you wanna fuck other people because you're so unsatisfied with your husband's amazing-"

"Just stop!" Bulma snapped, "Please! We need to talk. Like adults."

The come-back was on his lips, but he swallowed it. "Fine. Justify your sudden desire for infidelity." He muttered, turning away to heat up an instant meal.

"It- ugh! It wouldn't be infidelity, because I wouldn't be sneaking behind your back!" Bulma tried to explain, "And put that away. We could go get lunch."

Vegeta ignored her, putting the tray of protein gloop in the microwave.

"Are you going to listen to me, or are you just going to ignore me?" She said, looking heavenwards and letting out a long-suffering sigh.

"You know, I've seen pornography similar to this set-up. I'm not going to be some sort of cuckold." He didn't push the buttons on the microwave just yet. She did have exceptional lunch spots, thanks to being the world's richest person.

"I don't want that for you either." Bulma said, glad the conversation hadn't ascended into a shouting match off the bat, "You could fuck other people too."

Frowning in mild confusion, Vegeta turned around, meeting her eye, "What makes you think I want to fuck other people?" He asked, slightly offended at the idea.

Bulma shrugged, "It wouldn't be fair for me to have all the fun."

Vegeta stared at her some more, sighed and shook his head. "Let me shower. Book us somewhere phenomenal." He said dismissively, leaving to his bathroom.

Bulma met with him at her most recent Capsule transport, surprised that he'd dressed somewhat nice for their outing. This meant he was being somewhat agreeable, which was promising. She felt a slight jolt of ... a feeling... at the idea of Vegeta fucking someone else. But she'd be a hypocrite not to let him do that.

"You didn't wanna fly us?" Bulma asked as he climbed into the passenger side.

"What, and get your hair all messed up?" Vegeta smirked, using an excuse she had used on him before.

This kind of teasing meant he was still a bit pissed. Or wary. Vegeta had complex emotions after all. "Fair enough," she murmured to herself as she got into the transport and buckled up.

They didn't talk during the trip. Bulma wished she could put on the radio to make it less awkward, but Vegeta hated most music, tolerating classical at best.

Finally, after an hour of flying, she landed them down in a field by a vineyard. A team of wait staff met them, leading then to a table under a canopy. "We have a fourteen course meal option," a slightly star struck waiter said, handing her a menu, "And Earth's finest wine selection."

"We'll have it all." Bulma said, not bothering to look, handing it back, "Just keep the food coming."

"Yes ma'am."

Vegeta wasn't usually impressed by fine dining, and still ate like a pig, but he watched as the waiter disappeared towards the kitchen. "Fine. This is acceptable." He sighed, watching another server pour them both some water.

"It's usually reserved for the King, but he had a peace conference." Bulma said casually. And she'd been here a dozen times, it wasn't really that big of a deal.

Vegeta stared at her, taking a sip of water. "How will this work?" He said, feeling like he was at some sort of negotiation meeting himself.

Bulma put her serviette in her lap, admiring the rows of silverware. "I suppose... We talk about what we want, and then act on it."

"You want to fuck other men." He said, just as a young person brought out their wine tasting.

"Not necessarily just fucking. I want... Someone to do the things that you don't wanna do. Like play tennis or go to the opera. You know... Human stuff." She said, eyes lighting up at the row of whites and reds and pinks that was offering to them. Well, her. He didn't drink.

Vegeta thought that was fair, but he didn't show it. "Why do you have to fuck them, if they can just take you out to do... Human stuff." He said, stuffing a riceball into his mouth milliseconds after the plate hit the table.

"Well..." Bulma said, helping herself to a white wine, sniffing it, "Human stuff isn't just about watching a show together. It's about... Holding hands and having an experience. Letting the music wash over you and he puts his hand on your thigh." She let out a wistful sigh, "And being lavished with gifts and wine and being paraded around and treated like you're the most beautiful woman in the world."

Vegeta had already finished both their starters. Okay, he kind of understood it. She had tried all that stuff on him in their early days, but he didn't care for it. He supposed there was a gap in her life that he couldn't fill up. "Okay, but I don't get how that's related to fucking." He said, licking his fingers.

Stupid... Bulma rolled her eyes, "I wanna fuck whoever can make me feel like that. It's basically foreplay! Remember when I used to get all horny at a gala?"

Vegeta nodded, looking for the nearest wait staff and signalling for the next course.

"Not just... The high life, you know? As I said, I want someone to take me out to play tennis and shopping and picnics in the park."

"Tennis makes you wet?"

"No! Companionship does! Someone spoiling me, giving me attention that you don't." Bulma finished her first glass and moved onto the next one, paired with the food she probably wasn't going to eat.

This is also fair. "But you'd still fuck me." Vegeta said, "And you'd fuck me more if I took you to Tiffany's, is that it?"

"Pfft, honey, you can't afford Tiffany's."

Vegeta glared at her, and then declined the wine when she offered.

"Why don't you like drinking?" She asked, smiling at the young guy who put the second course in front of them and took away the empty plates.

"I can taste the ethanol. It's too bitter. And I don't like being inebriated." He said, getting a fork for the wagyu beef. He picked the wrong one. And he stabbed into it and ate the piece whole.

"Wow, I married such a square." She muttered into her wine glass. "Save me a bite?"

After enjoying his food, he followed her eyeline. "Hn. That waiter can't afford Tiffany's, would you fuck him?" He asked with a snort.

"I dunno... He's kind of cute." Bulma said, biting her lip.

Vegeta crossed his arms, "Why have me around at all, then? If you wanna run around with rich dicks and 'cute' waiters?"

"Because... At the end of the day, it's you I love the most, and you who I wanna come home to and share a bed with. You're home to me."

Vegeta wasn't buying it. "Sounds like that weird human phrase about eating cake." He said, and then turned to the waiter, "Can we get some bigger portions? And all at once?"

Bulma smirked, nodding to the confused waist staff. "I guess it is... But thats why there should be some benefits for you."

Benefits? "What kind of benefits?" He looked back at her.

"Whatever you want. Make a list." She said, sipping her wine.

Vegeta reached over and grabbed a glass, copying what she had done, sniffing it, letting it swirl around the glass, and then took a sip. He nearly spat it out.

"I want you to stop drinking this vile shit."

"What?"

"And smoking. Both of them makes your pussy taste awful."

Bulma spluttered for a bit and then nodded, "I guess..."

"And I want you to start working out. Your ass needs toni-"

"Okay, okay!" Bulma protested, "I was thinking you'd have something to say about what you wanted to do."

"I'm going to have to think about it more. Oh, and I get to screen your guys. And you're not allowed to fuck that scarred face human."

"Yamcha? Uh, yeah, I wasn't going to..."

Vegeta stared at her a bit and then a big plate of wagyu got put in front of him. "Good." He said, both to the food and her.

"So you're... Okay with this? I also wanted... To ask you some other things." Bulma said, looking at her normal portion, "Like trying therapy again."

Vegeta chewed silently, before swallowing. "I don't wanna talk to some asshole stranger about our problems." He said, his opinion hadn't swayed since the last time she brought this up.

"Okay, how about someone we know?" She offered, finally letting herself eat. She still felt anxious, debating whether or not to tell him about Son-kun.

"...I'd rather choke." Vegeta muttered.

"Come on, there has to be someone you trust."

Vegeta's mind went to the eldest Son kid, but that might be risky. He would definitely never in a million years tell Kakarot any of this.

Bulma watched his face. "Hmm... What about Dende?" She suggested.

"The green kid? Who I threatened?" Okay, now he was close to choking.

"It's a possibility, he's pretty much a neutral party, and he's wise. Not to mention guardian of the world."

"Oh, will he take time out of his busy schedule to help us?" Vegeta snarked in between bites.

Bulma thought for a bit. "What if we did it in the Room of Spirit and Time?" She suggested, "It would only take a second out here, I doubt he'd miss much."

"If we still have problems after all this, then yes." Vegeta relented and focused on finishing the plate.

"Ugh, fine." Bulma sighed and then decided now would be a better time than ever to bring up the Goku thing, "So I talked to Son-kun about this."

Vegeta dropped his fork. "Are you fucking kidding?" He nearly rose up from his seat.

"I had to tell him something! You accused him of having an affair with me!" She countered, "What was I supposed to tell him?"

"That I had a momentary lapse of sanity! Anything but-" he was flustered, even as a huge plate of duck and vegetables was put in front of him. "-what did you tell him?"

"Nothing concrete! Just that I wanted to open up our marriage."

Vegeta balked at his wife, feeling like he was going to expire. "You idiot! He's going to try and talk to me about it! He'll use it as ammunition for his shitty jokes!" He said through a clenched jaw.

"He, uh, actually had something interesting to say." Bulma said nervously, scratching her nose.

"And, what, pray tell, did that imbecile contribute to that conversation?" He asked slowly, stabbing a piece of duck with a dessert fork.

"Well, he said that if he was allowed to, he would have sex with other people."

Thank God he wasn't chewing. "What the fuck?" Vegeta said, and then needed to bite down on something so he ate the duck. Luckily it was amazingly broiled and swimming in its own juices. It made the news go down better.

Bulma gave him a knowing smile. This tidbit of info was going to make Vegeta crazy.

One of the last bombshells Goku dropped was the fact that he didn't kiss Chi-Chi. Vegeta thought this was ridiculous. Who didn't kiss their wife? The man had two kids, for fuck's sake! Did this mean they fucked and didn't kiss? Did he not show his harpy the attention she deserved? Did this make him more or less than a man?

The thoughts spiralled, leaving Vegeta a wreck, overthinking everything and questioning his own person. There were times he'd catch himself staring and thinking 'what a waste'. But then that brought up more complicated feelings, which he squashed immediately, into a mental locker room where it belonged.

This new information was definitely going to ruin him.

"Who else has Kakarot been fucking?" Vegeta demanded threw mouthfuls, looking like some weird deranged beast as he ate and raved, "His harpy wouldn't let him look at anyone else... does Kakarot even look at anyone else? Does he know that you can fuck people without making babies? Because I'm pretty sure he's only done it twice. Did he even know what the was doing?"

Bulma laughed, "Maybe I should talk to Chi-Chi and you two could fuck."

"What? Me and Kakarot?"

"No! Chi-Chi! You're right, she's a repressed housewife. She probably needs someone to blow her mind."

Vegeta's mouth opened and closed, "You are a lewd, vile woman." He said, pushing the empty plate away. "Gimme the other eleven dishes." He demanded to the waiter.

"Right away, sir."

Vegeta continued to eat, his brain going at a million miles a minute.

"So... Would you fuck anyone else?" Bulma asked eventually, when it looked like he was slowing down.

"Pro'ly not." Vegeta said, ignoring the staff as they set up a table next to them with more food.

"Not even Chi-Chi?"

Vegeta looked up, "My rival's wife? Even if she were available, she probably wouldn't let me touch her. She's less sexual than the Namek." He said, grabbing his glass of water and chugging.

"What about Goku?" She suggested, waiting for his mouth to be empty, "I'm pretty sure he's bi."

"I'm pretty sure he couldn't find his own dick with a road map." He sighed, "Bulma, do you know how fucked up this is? I don't even like men!"

"Goku's not men! He's... Well, he's like you."

"Oh, thanks." Vegeta glared at her.

"Stop denying it. You obsess about him constantly. You've practically admitted he's perfect. You've made it your life goal to 'defeat him'. Honestly? I think, that if Chi-Chi wasn't in the way, you would have married him."

Where was the lie? Vegeta could deny it all he wanted, but he knew deep down that Kakarot was the perfect specimen of man, if you didn't factor in the brain injury. If Kakarot was at his mercy...

"That's your thinking about doing it with Goku face." Bulma teased, and laughed as he slammed his fist on the table.

"Enough!" He exclaimed, with half the malice he normally used. "I'm not going to fuck anyone. Not Kakarot, not his wife, not anyone I know. If I feel like sex and you are unavailable, I will simply wait for you."

"Can I fuck Goku? Hypothetically!" She raised her hands when it looked like he was going to flip the table.

"No! Not ever! Not even imaginary!" he hissed, and sulked into his near empty plate.

"...That's your thinking about me doing it with Goku face."

"Oh, shut up!"

Full of food, Bulma and Vegeta reached a decision. They would both go on a dating site, make Bulma a discreet profile, and Vegeta would pick our suitable boyfriend material. He would have to be spotless, rich, but in a different line of work. Possibly someone active, tall and handsome. There were risks, of course, but it was all about finding someone they would trust.

But Vegeta had no idea what was going to happen, having no plans to put any more proverbial notches on his headboard.