Thursday, the evening before.
6:00 Dinner Time

Bulma was just finishing placing the food onto the table when vegeta walked in the door. He usually never missed a meal, but for the past three days he hadn't even come out of the GR. His spandex suit was shredded and he reaked like a wet dog. He grunted and roughly got into his seat.
"Well," Bulma laughed. "Fancy to see you here today. Would it be to terribly hard for you to take a SHOWER before you come and sit in my kitchen, at my table, to eat my food?"
"Be quiet, onna." Vegeta growled. "I have had a bad enough day. I don't need to take shit from you."
"You wouldn't have to take my shit if you would atleast tell me when you are or when you aren't coming to my table. For the past three days I have been preparing a kami-awful amount of food for you, and you haven't even showed up." Bulma sat down. "Do you know what a waste of food that is?"
Vegeta bore his onyx eyes deep into her. "Hmph." He gave her a classic Vegeta smirk and continued. "Why are you bitching to me, onna? You don't have to work to get food in this castle of a place. You can just use one of those robots to cook for you."
"For your information the cook droid has been broken for the past week." Bulma's voice went icy cold. "I have had to waste MY time preparing YOUR food."
Vegeta smirked. The onna is getting angry, he thought. I truly enjoy it when her voice gets deep like that...It sounds so primal, so saiyajin. "NO wonder my meals have tasted like shit all week."
"Oh, a compliment. I'm shaking." Bulma rolled her eyes. She had gotten used to this. Insult after insult after insult, His verbal battary went on forever it seemed.
"Couldn't you have used the spare cook?" His smirk suddenly turned into a grin. "Or did you forget about that..." He knew he had gotten her.
Bulma's jaw went slack. "The...spare..." How could she have forgotten?!? The Briefs had a spare of everything that was working in Capsule corp. "Ofcourse I didn't forget...The spare...cook is...for my mother and father." That's the ticket. "It's in their apartment." Bulma laughed self conscienly. "How could I ever forget something like that?" Why on earth didn't I think of that? she screamed to herself. I didn't even have to do all that unnessicary work!
"Baka onna." Vegeta scoffed. He has gone too far this time, Bulma thought. Too damn far...Bulma kept her cool though. She stood up and pushed her chair in. Bulma spoke as if the teacher had just called on her and she didn't know exactly what to say. "Don't call me stupid," Fear. Breathlessly, she continued. " If you do I swear to kami that I will kill you, and I will enjoy it."
Eyes the color of night. For an instance she wanted to touch his face, to see if she could feel his soul, his soul that spoke so clearly through his eyes.
"I will be in my room," Bulma spoke.

9:00 In the bedroom

Why did he have to be so pigheaded. Why did he have to be so fucking argumentative, why did he have to be so...perfect. Bulma sat up straight in her chair. Where had that thought come from. It was as if someone else had thought it. But that's impossible, Bulma thought. That's...that's just silly. Bulma had been brooding and trying to read. It was an odd book. Bulma threw it over her shoulder. She hadn't been able to think. She couldn't stop wondering about the way he had looked at her. His eyes had pleaded, but she didn't know how to help. Why she was thinking about him, she couldn't figure out.
A girl ran in.
Bulma looked around to see if anyone was in the room with her. She could have sworn she had heard Vegeta, the thought came so clear, but he was nowhere to be seen. HOw could she have heard that.
Her hair was rainy...
Bulma suddenly felt Vegeta's presence as though he was laying right on top of her. His scent was suffocating her. Bulma gasped with pleasure.
Her breasts were breathless in the little room...
She could see colors of orange and red wheeling around her. The room was spinning.
Spin, spin went the top. it's colors melting into a mesh of red and green.
Bulma clawed at the armrest of her lounge chair. She was having some sort of attack. Vegeta! Her mind screamed out to him.
Her hair was rainy...
Suddenly everything was still. "What is going on?" Bulma asked aloud.
Knock knock knock...
Someone was at her door. Hesitantly, she went to the door and pressed the button at the side. The door made a wooshing sound as it slid past her face, revealing to her who her caller was.
"Vegeta." she breathed. He looked at her with those same pleading eyes. She ran her eyes down his body, from his dark spikey hair, to his tight spandex clinging to every muscle in his body. She had never wanted anything this badly. Her mind was screaming out to her, pleading that she pull him in and make love to him right where she was. "Vegeta... I knew you were coming...I...don't know how, but-"
Let me in, onna...Please...
The words kissed her ears, but his lips never moved. "Yes." Was all she need to say. Suddenly Vegeta grabbed her, not roughly, gently. He pushed her into the room and backed her up against the wall. Burrying his face in her shoulder, he began to kiss and tease her neck. Bulma cried his name out in her mind which made him seem to want to ravage her even more. His erection pressed into her hip as he ripped open her shirt. Bulma layed her head back against the wall. Her mouth hung open. If she had been able to form words she would have, but only moans and soft murmurs escaped her lips. Vegeta lifted her up and layed her down onto the bed.
"Your are as soft as I thought you would be, onna." He gently murmed in her ear before he ravaged her mouth, exploring her with his toungue.

Bulma gasped at the memory and sat up in her bed. "I could hear what he was thinking..." She remembered. She looked at the clock. 7:00 it read. Well, no time better than the present. Bulma got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom to begin her day.