Bulma looked at him confusingly before she grabbed his feet and pulled him to the bottom of the bed. He landed on the floor with a thump and hit his head on the edge of the bed.

"What are you trying to do woman?!" He growled.

"Getting your attention." She said back.

"Why? It's not like you've been giving any attention lately, so why should I have yours?" He asked.

"What do you mean I haven't been giving any attention? I have been trying my best to get you to do something."

"You've been harping as usual."

"Vegeta what are you trying to get at?"

He didn't answer, as he turned his head to look at the wall.

"Is this because I haven't been to see you at night for a while? That's it isn't it. Your mad because I've been sleeping in another room." She said, smiling gleefully. At least she was getting somewhere.

`Precisely.' he thought, but he wasn't going to let her know that she was right.

She dropped down on her knees in front of him, making sure that her skirt rose up just a little bit. If he wanted it this way, then she would tease him. It was his own damn fault. If he wasn't in such a weird mood, she may have been more inclined to come to him. Then another thought entered her mind...`what if he was baiting her to come to him?...No he wouldn't do that, it wasn't him. But then again Vegeta hadn't been Vegeta for a while now.'

"Oh come on Vegeta, it's not like it's been that long?" she said, not expecting him to answer her. But he did.

"Try three months." He said in a low growl.

This wasn't like Vegeta to be so vulnerable. She sat up a little, and looped her legs around his waist.

"Is that all you care about Vegeta." She said whispering. She felt him shudder, as her breath hit his ear. He tensed back up as her lips met his. The kiss deepened, as Vegeta's hands found their way on her hips.

`How could I have ignored this?' Bulma thought. It had been a long time since they had shared a night like this, she just hadn't realized how long. Vegeta's grip tightened as his hands moved to her legs. This is what he'd wanted. He had wanted her to come to him like this; it was fuel for the fire. After everything that had happened to him, this was what he'd wanted when he first got home from the cell games. But Bulma had ignored him, which was usually the other way around. She didn't like his moodiness, and therefore took it that he was better left alone. It was at times like this that Bulma was his escape from the world, and those that didn't understand him. It seemed as if he'd finally gotten through to her. She was wrapped around him like he desired her to be.

A loud cry came from the room down the hall. Bulma looked up, begrudgingly and let out a soft whimper of dismay. Vegeta grabbed her face with one hand and turned her back towards him, as he kissed her again. As his mouth moved with hers, she slowly forgot about the baby down the hall. The crying started up again, and got louder by the minute. This time she couldn't ignore it. Earlier she had wanted him to wake up, but now at this moment it was the last thing she wanted. She missed having Vegeta's arms encircled around her, more than she had ever thought. She cursed herself wishing Future Trunks would go tend to him, but he was probably still asleep. He was just like Vegeta when he slept, sound as a rock and nothing would wake him.

Vegeta grumbled as she started to get up. It would just be his luck that the stupid brat would need attention now, when he needed it more. Bulma looked regrettably down to Vegeta, and stood up.

"This will be continued when you get back. You will not get away so easily time woman." Vegeta mumbled to her. She smiled slightly at her beguiled prince as she headed out the door. As she sweetly sang to the crying child, he sighed heavily. It was going to be another long night. That blasted kid would keep her up the rest of the night, he always did. Just when she was within his grasp, the way he had wanted her for so long, something had to come up. And there was no chance anything would happen the following night. She would spend all day preparing for that damned party that would last till all hours of the night. At that thought, he slammed his fist to the floor. Another lonely month in this bed once again.