The last chapter...tell us what you think! Should the story be finished, or can you give us some more ideas of what else to write, or even more story ideas.

Thunder clapped in the sky, making everyone in the room turn toward the sound. Unexpectedly, Vegeta came through the door bringing in the rain with him. He was drenched from head to toe, and glared over in Bulma's direction.

"Vegeta what are you doing, your soaking the carpet." She said breathlessly, as she noticed that his tight shorts were now leaving nothing to the imagination; as every other woman in the room noticed as well. He was definitely a sight with his hair no longer defying gravity, and dripping past his shoulders. At that moment she almost jumped him right then, but she was more exasperated at him to do anything of the sort. He saw the look in her eyes and grinned realizing his victory...he had her right where he wanted her. He turned to head up the stairs without saying anything but she stopped him.

"I thought you were training...it's only been 30 minutes."

"You were the one who told me...well actually demanded that I not train when a storm is overhead."

"But...that...but...when have you ever listened...well...you very well know that you could have dried off before you came back in the house," she stammered.

He smirked with a low chuckle and headed up the stairs leaving her sputtering behind him. All the women's eyes followed the wet Saiyan as he made his way up the stairs, which made Bulma flushed with anger.

"What?! Would you just get your eyes off my husband...he's not some toy."

Krillin came up to her, and said "Bulma I don't mean to pry, but if I'm not mistaken that was a clear invitation."

She looked at him in disbelief and said, "What? What are you trying to say?"

"Bulma...I thought you were a genius." He said.

Bulma turned to him still in somewhat of a daze. He looked up at her and quirked his eyebrow as he whispered, " Vegeta needs to get had!" She stood there pondering the thought, shocked that Krillin had even said such a thing involving her and Vegeta.

"Well what are you waiting for?" He asked.

"But...I...I have a party and guests to attend to."

"Don't worry Bulma, I'll take care of everything. Go tend to Vegeta, he's been in a weird mood for way too long." With that, she turned abruptly to head up the stairs. In the bedroom, Vegeta had long since dried off and was waiting on the bed with his arms resting behind his head, with his perpetual smirk on his face. So, when the door opened, he was not at all surprised at who walked through. His head turned to her as she came over to him.

"What are you trying to pull, I don't appreciate you..." she said before she was stopped when he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her on top of him.

"I win this little game. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist." He said in a sexy tone. She smiled in her own evil way as he went to kiss her. She placed her finger over his mouth and said, "No...no...I got my own plans for this Saiyan." As she sat up, she snatched his waistband and dragged him out of the bed. He smiled curiously, and let her do what she wanted, he liked it when she played like this. It made things more interesting. However, before he knew it she had thrown him into the bathtub, and doused him with hot water.

"You stink," she said "Nothing's happening until you have a bath. The game is not over." She stood resolutely over him with her hands on her hips.

He jerked up, forcing his way out of the tub, but she stopped him.

"You're staying right here until you've had a bath. I will be waiting." She said with a smile as she started to head out the bathroom door. She looked at him with a shocked expression when he grabbed her arm and said,

"Who says there will be waiting. I'm not doing anything of the sort."

"Vegeta you will take a bath, even if I have to do it myself!"

"Is that a challenge?" He said back raising his eyebrow, throwing the bath supplies at her feet. She looked down to him from the doorframe, "Is everything always a contest with you?" As she turned once again, she heard a slight whimper from his direction.

"What was that? Was that a plead?" He just turned his head and looked the other direction. She walked back over and looked down to him.

"That's cute. I never thought I'd ever hear you beg for something."

"I don't beg, ever. Make sure you commit that to your memory." She leaned down just inches away from his mouth, "It's cute."

"Cute is not a word to describe me. So don't use it." She just smiled at him sitting on the edge of the tub, tugging at his cheek. He glared at her maliciously, and snatched her hand yanking her into the tub with him.

"Games over! You're not getting away from me now." He said before bringing his lips to hers once again. He wrapped his arms around her waist bringing her body closer to his. She suddenly shot up and stood above him. As she unzipped the dress she said, "I'm not ruining another dress this time." She loomed over him in nothing but her undergarments as he placed her in position on top of him once again. His hands found their way roaming over her skin. She thought to herself and chuckled, Vegeta was back. As his fingers traced her back, she found the only spot on him that was ticklish other than the spot where his tail used to be...right behind his ear.

She remembered back to that one night, of many that she had accidentally brushed that spot, and he nearly flew off the bed. She looked at him in disbelief not realizing what had happened. He glared back in her direction, and sat on the end of the bed. She sat for a moment, pondering what in the world had just occurred, until it hit her, the Saiyan Prince was ticklish? She shook her head and decided to test the theory once again. She placed her delicate hand and brushed it again, and he nearly flipped.

"What are you trying to do woman?"

She busted out laughing in pure amazement that as powerful as he was in battle, taking beatings left and right...that he actually had a ticklish spot. He glared back over in her direction, thinking of how weak he was to let such a little minx do such a thing to him. It was actually quite embarrassing to some extent.

Back to reality, Bulma trailed that spot with little kisses, causing him to shudder and twitch. He grabbed hold of her hand, and entwined his own fingers with hers.

"That's enough of these inane tauntings. I am the one in control." He said kissing her fervently. She giggled with joy that he was back to his arrogant, spiteful self. No matter how much she disliked his ranting, it was good to have him in a better mood, and she was going to make sure that this would be a night for him to remember.