Author's Note – Zett – HEY GUYS!! BWAHAHAHHA! I'm BACK. Oh yeah. Sorry this has taken so unbelievably LONG. And the same goes for my other fics. Wow, but here I come, FINALLY back into it I hope. And I've also started some joint fics with a friend of mine under the pen name 'Fritz/Zett' if you're interested! And don't worry, this does not mean at all that I will not be working on this fic as well as my others. I've just been busy lately, and will probably continue to be, so thanks again for being patient with new chapters. I will try to get them out as quickly as possible! Thanks for all of your support, and please REVIEW!!

Chapter 5 – So Close and Yet So Far

          Bulma tilted her head to the side slightly, wondering what exactly he might have been thinking about, though she was pretty sure she had a good idea… Vegeta coughed at her sudden closeness, raising an eyebrow.

          "What!? Why are you staring at me like that!?" He demanded as she leaned closer to him. Bulma just continued to study his face, her lips pulling up in a smirk. "What's the matter Vegeta?" She started in a sultry tone, "Am I, turning you on…?" She grinned at the thought, doing her best to look seductive to make him sweat more. And it was working rather well. Vegeta narrowed his eyes, grabbing her by the shoulders.

          "Listen Woman! I think that I'm more than able to resist your so-called 'charms'." He stated, pushing her back onto the couch. Bulma sighed, letting one strap of her tank top fall over her shoulder. "Oh, are you sure about that??" Vegeta furrowed his eyebrows, watching the fabric slip along her skin. She smirked at this, snapping him out of his intoxicated state, and sending him instantly to his feet, the vein in his forehead becoming slightly visible.

"LISTEN!! I AM THE PRINCE OF ALL SAIYANS! THE STRONGEST FIGHTER IN THE UNIVERSE! I-" Vegeta stopped dead short as Bulma jumped up and grabbed him, pressing her lips tightly against his. She giggled as she released him, watching him stammer for something to say. He growled as her giggling turned into snickering and then full blown laughing. He could feel his face getting hotter by the instant, and he turned to her angrily, clenching his hands into tight fists.

          "JUST WHAT EXACTLY IS SO FUNNY!?" He screamed, stomping his foot on the ground. This resulted only in more laughter from Bulma as she shook her head, putting her hands on her hips. "You! That's what!!" She tilted her head, calming her laughing and studying his raging figure. "You're really too uptight, you know that?"

          "WHAT!?!? I'LL SHOW YOU!!" Vegeta dove at Bulma, tackling her to the carpet in a sudden movement. Bulma squealed loudly as she hit the floor, Vegeta on top of her. He pulled back his fist but stopped when she looked up at him, batting her eyelashes. He blinked, his muscles turning to jelly as she stared up at him with her big blue eyes.

          "Wh-what are you doing!??!" He asked in a shaky voice, trying to avert his eyes. But Bulma didn't let up. "What do you mean what am I doing?? Can't I look at you?" She inquired, raising an eyebrow at him. Vegeta scowled, looking back at her. "Not like that… You're trying to do something to me I know it!!"

          Bulma sighed, shrugging her shoulders. "You know, you're right." She stated matter-of-factly, reaching up around his shoulders and pulling his head down, kissing him hard. Vegeta's eyes widened suddenly, and he considered shoving her away. But it quickly subsided and he just gave in, enjoying the pleasure of having his lips against hers.

          "Kame Vegeta… I want you…" Bulma whispered in his ear, the finally breaking point for his desire. He picked her up and threw her on the couch, tearing off his shirt and pants. He turned, grabbing her again somewhat roughly. Sitting her so she was straddling his waist, he helped her pull off her shirt. Bulma giggled and moaned as he began kissing her repeatedly along the curve of her neck and against her shoulders.

          She quickly managed to get her pants off, making him groan loudly as she pushed her hips up against him suddenly. He smirked, pulling her chest against his. "Bet Yamcha couldn't make you feel this good…" He held her tightly against him with on hand, the other wandering up her back and reaching for the clasp on her bra.

          "Bulma… I heard something in here, is everything all – WHAT IN THE WORLD!?!?"

Bulma shrieked, throwing Vegeta back startled and off the couch, as she heard her father. Dr. Briefs stood in a housecoat with sleep filled eyes, suddenly widened in surprise at the situation he had stumbled in on. The little black kitty on his shoulder let out a loud 'Merowr', tail twitching slightly. "DAD!?!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"

          Dr. Briefs held out a hand, backing up slightly. "Well you see, I just came to get a glass of water, and heard some noise, and my dear, I think I'll just go back to bed now…" With that he turned and fled the scene, leaving an extremely embarrassed Vegeta and Bulma to deal with their interruption.

          Bulma sighed heavily as she watched Vegeta start getting dressed, shaking her head as she reached for her shirt also. That little incident had been pretty much as effective as a cold shower for totally killing the mood. Vegeta frowned, turning to her slightly but not looking directly at her. "Well, I guess I'd better go." Bulma looked down at the floor and fiddled with her belt.

          "Well, you could always stay if you wanted…" She mumbled quietly, studying the carpet. Vegeta let the corner of his mouth tug up a bit. "So, I guess you're really crazy then aren't you? Isn't that how you described wanting me?" He commented cynically, opening a nearby window and taking off out it. Bulma jerked her head up, running forward and gripping the ledge.

          "VEGETA COME BACK!!" She called to his retreating form, pounded her fists down as he started to disappear from her view. "DAMN YOU!!" She pulled the window closed, turning around and sliding down the wall, not sure if she wanted to cry, yell, or break something…

          "Damn it, damn it, damn it ALL!" Vegeta shouted as he flew threw the starry evening sky. He crossed his arms angrily, watching the landscape fly by as he continued to soar along. How could he have been so weak!? He had played right into her hands… But no, no, he just wanted the sex, right? It was all lust… No foolish emotion, no, it couldn't be…

          He frowned pensively as he slowed his speed, reaching the Son house. He landed softly in front of the door and put his hand on the knob, pausing for a moment and shaking his head. No, no he would not let himself be tricked into caring for Bulma. He was a warrior, a Saiyan Prince! He would not be inhibited by any sort of feelings for that silly Onna.

          He turned the knob and walked inside, shutting the door behind him. The house smelt of booze and popcorn, and Vegeta shook his head as he turned and looked into the living room. It would appear that Goku and Piccolo hadn't stopped drinking after he had left. Big surprise. Empty bottles littered the floor, along with the left over popcorn bags from the movie. Goku was sprawled over the couch, his Gi soaked with liquor, snoring loudly. Piccolo was face down on the carpet without a shirt on, still clutching a half empty bottle as he slept.

          Vegeta scoffed at the scene, turning and walking down the hallway to his bedroom. He quickly undressed and laid down on the bed, resting his head on his arms and looking up at the ceiling. He frowned, muttering some curses under his breath as he had been left somewhat 'hanging' after his situation with Bulma. Rolling over, he closed his eyes, trying to forget it as he drifted off to sleep.

          "Well good morning everyone!" Mrs. Briefs exclaimed cheerfully as Chi Chi, Gohan, and Bulma all entered the kitchen. "I've got breakfast all ready! Please, take a seat and help yourselves!"

          Bulma frowned, resting her elbows on the table. She sighed, putting her head in her hands, and staring down at the table's surface. Chi Chi frowned, munching on some fresh fruit as she looked over at her friend. "What's wrong? Did you have a bad sleep?" Bulma shrugged, doing her best to plaster on a happy expression.

          "Oh, nothing to worry about. Just got up a bit too early I suppose." Chi Chi nodded suspiciously and continued to eat, turning as Gohan spoke up.

          "So Mom, are we gonna go back home today?" Chi Chi let out a huffy breath, furrowing her eyebrows cynically. "That all depends on your father dear, we'll see." Gohan nodded, still not quite sure what his dad had done wrong, but guessing it must have been some kind of 'grownup' thing since his mom wasn't talking about it. He turned back to his cereal, glancing up at the depressed Bulma.

          "Hey," He asked brightly, "Do you want some Cocoa Puffs?" Bulma smiled slightly at Gohan's offer, but declined, answering with a polite, "No thanks." She let out a heavily, freezing as she heard her father walk into the room.

          "My, I had the oddest night!" Dr. Briefs declared, sitting down at the table with them. He turned to Bulma, a strange expression coming over his face. "So Bulma," He coughed uncomfortably, "What were you up to last night??" Bulma looked up, an innocent expression on her face.

          "Why nothing Dad! I came back from the movie and went to bed! Why??" She reached down and gripped her knees tightly, hoping that he might possibly not remember… Dr. Briefs nodded, shaking his head. "Hmm… I had the strangest dream then… Oh well, it's not important." Bulma held back a sigh of relief, releasing the fabric of her pants and getting up from the table.

          "Well, I'll see you guys in a bit! I just have to run out to Yamcha's for a second. I have to talk to him about something… Be back soon!" Everyone watched curiously as she took off rather quickly around the corner, a few seconds later hearing the door banging shut.

          Bulma knitted her eyebrows together as she ran along the path, setting a serious tone to her appearance. She couldn't take this anymore. She would sort things out, and she would fix things up. Whether Vegeta wanted her to or not…