Yada, yada. Insert disclaimer here. Yada, yada. DBZ isn't mine; it's property of Toei Animation and Toriyama-sama. Yada, yada. I'm not making any money off this fic, but if you insist on suing me, I'd be happy to give you my textbooks, and my old, crappy DDR pads. ^_^

'………' Thought.

"………" Spoken.



Bulma slowly opened her endless depths of cobalt, finding the sleeping Prince's arm draped tenderly over her waist. She smiled slowly; she hadn't thought that he'd still be with her that late in the morning, or would've at least woken up to feed himself. But there he lay. Abruptly, she became wide-eyed. 'What did I just DO?' She frantically looked to the sleeping body beside her. 'He's not making this easy on me… does he have to be so… attractive?' She was almost afraid to even move; the last thing she wanted was a grumpy Vegeta. 'I… I slept with Vegeta. But, I don't regret it. Not one bit, he can be gentle. I know he can.'

The little female's eyes smiled, even though her lips did not; her face was hidden in his chest. Not noting the time, she'd fallen straight back to sleep, finding that tremendously easy with her, her, prince there beside her. She knew she had to work, and she wasn't one to procrastinate, but this was different. And she slept both ends of her mouth pulled up into a trivial smile.

It wasn't until the sun was so high in the sky it would be starting to set before Vegeta stirred. He hadn't been that well rested since he was a baby. Maybe not even then. And he would've still been fast asleep, but someone was pounding the door, making it near impossible to ignore. The prince glanced to the aqua-haired female nonchalantly, tossing around the idea of waking her and making her get it, seeing as it was HER room, and they were guests for HER. He hated answering questions, but the content face against his chest made him melt, and he grumbled, stumbling blindly over to her door, before forcing it open, leaning himself against the frame of the thing as well.

As the door opened, Vegeta smirked as the very surprised visage of Dr. Briefs came into plain sight. But that smirk faded just as quickly as it had come when he noticed Yamcha standing behind him, his hands resting in his pockets. He scowled, trying to pick out the right words to say. Dr. Briefs was apparently too stunned to even say anything, and Yamcha opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but the touchy Saiya-jin addressed him before he could.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Vegeta was still leaning casually against the doorframe, but his facial expression told Yamcha he was anything but calm.

"I'm here to, uh, apologize to Bulma, and see if I could…" He paused for a moment, noticing Vegeta was waiting for him to finish. "T-take her to dinner tonight, if that's alright with you, Vegeta."

'Hm. He's getting brave talking to me like that.' Yamcha shifted his weight uneasily, Dr. Briefs still standing there in astonishment. It was a good five minutes in silence before the Doctor had the nerve to even say something, and he chose his words carefully.

"Vegeta, if you don't mind me asking, how long has this…been going on?" Vegeta shrugged innocently; the only man was worried so easily.

"So, she was cheating on me, too!" Yamcha barked out, earning icy stares from both Vegeta and Dr. Briefs.

"She was not, human." Yamcha didn't quite believe. He still gawked at the prince in amazement.

"Where's Bulma?" The stupid human was getting nosy, and Vegeta didn't like it.

"Sleeping, fool. Where else would she be?"

"Why were you with her, last night?"

"None of your fucking business."

"…But it IS my business." Dr. Briefs finally decided to butt his way into this argument.

"Fine," Vegeta rolled his eyes before continuing. "She fell out of a tree yesterday, and I felt I had to make it up to her, seeing as I … overlooked a few minor details."

"MAKE IT UP TO HER?" Yamcha was just plain infuriated. Bulma always said she wasn't ready when he wanted sex, but one night, and Vegeta gets whatever he wants. And the prince noticed Yamcha's reaction. It was exactly what he'd wanted… to imply the wrong thing. These humans took everything so personally, too. Vegeta felt a pair of hands wrap around his arm, and gazed down into the river of aqua tendrils, before she set her eyes on Yamcha, and as soon as she did, Vegeta let her have at it.

"It wasn't like that, and even if it was," Bulma stared at Yamcha with a look of contempt that he'd never thought possible from such a tiny woman. "It wouldn't be EITHER of your business anyway, because I'm a grown woman and can do what I please." Vegeta smirked at Bulma's implication. She glared at her father, and jerked Vegeta's arm, pulling him back inside the room, slamming the door in the two men's faces.

Vegeta stared at her, surprised at her series of rash movements and actions. He watched her as she sat in her desk chair, an apparent wave of uncertainty washing over her. Seating himself on her desk, he silently questioned her, and she gave him her answers.

"He's such a jerk. All I want to do is find love. Someone to care for me, but I guess that's not going to be him, eh?" She half-heartedly chuckled to herself, trying to fight back tears. Vegeta could tell, but he did nothing, sitting, and listening. "I still can't believe he thought I was chea—"

"You heard all of that?"

"...Yeah. Sorry for eavesdropping."

"It doesn't matter, woman." She sighed and nodded.

"I have to work today."

"I doubt that."

"What?"

"It's already 5 in the afternoon." Vegeta smirked, as Bulma's jaw dropped, and her eyes widened once again.

"NO! This is the second day I've been gone! I can't believe I let it slip, and… I.."

"Shut up. It's already too late to worry about it, so why bother?" Bulma pondered Vegeta's reasoning, and nodded. Whether anyone else would give him credit, she knew he was very bright when he wanted to be, and to be truthful, she understood his logic on a lot of things.

"So that means you've lost two days of training already."

"…Fuck." Bulma smirked in return, which made Vegeta's olive face flush slightly with rage. She was mocking him. He couldn't believe it, but when she smiled like that… he felt himself grow warm again, and he swallowed hard. "Fine, then. I'm watching TV." He tossed his body onto her bed, and grabbed the remote, watching her settle in next to him, pulling blankets up to her neck. Though it wasn't visible, he smiled to himself, though he had a lot to think about when he was training the next day.

In the kitchen, Yamcha was in a fit of rage, screaming obscenities in every direction, telling the old Doctor how sorry he was, and how Vegeta didn't deserve her. He slammed his fists on the table, and looked to Bulma's father for a reaction. Yamcha had always wondered to himself how the old man could stay so utterly calm through almost anything, but he shrugged the thought off, as he started to speak.

"I agree with you, Yamcha. You suited my daughter well. Someone needs to settle her down, and Vegeta most definitely is not going to do that. If anything, he's going to make her even more free-spirited than she already is." Yamcha nodded, and smirked. "Do what you will to get her back." He nodded again, bid the Doctor farewell, and began tossing around sick plots as he walked out of the Capsule Corp. compound to his car.