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Chapter 3: A Day At The Beach

Buzz, buzz, buzz. Yamcha hung up the phone. "Hmm. How can anyone talk that long? The line at Capsule Corp. has been busy for three hours now!"

Puar floated over next to him. "Maybe there's something wrong with the line."

Oolong laughed. "Or maybe somebody took it off the hook. he he." He cut his eyes at Yamcha knowing how jealous he was of the short spiky haired guy.

His eyes widened. "No! There's no way he could've gotten to her already!"

"Huh? Who could've gotten to who?" Puar crossed her little arms and looked at him quizzically.

"Uh, oh nothing. I uh- sent her flowers, yeah, and I just figured it might take longer to deliver them. That's it!" he laughed nervously.

Puar and Oolong just looked at him like, 'Yeah, right.'

"Um, well, guess I'd better take of and see if she got them!" he rushed to the door. 'Damn you Vegeta! You'd better not be pulling some shit here.'

Bulma pressed the button, activating the capsule and tossed it. After the smoke cleared, she set up the lounge chairs and small table, then opened the umbrella.

Vegeta stood, arms crossed over his chest, looking around the beach. 'Oh boy. Isn't this fun.' He thought sarcastically. He turned to say something to the woman and almost fell over.

Bulma was shirking out of her shorts and was standing there in a silver string bikini that left very little to the imagination.

"Wha- Woman! What do you think your doing?! Put your clothes back on!" he yelled, aware that his voice had gone an octave higher than normal.

She looked at him and smiled as she pulled her hair back into a pony tail. "I have a bathing suit on Vegeta. It's not like I'm naked ya know."

"You might as well be." It was all he could do not to stare at her body, which was really exposed. More so than he had ever seen before.

"Oh please! Look at those girls. They have on thongs. At least mine covers my ass!" 'ha ha! Go Bulma. You've really got him shook up.' She turned her back bent over to rummage through her bag, presenting him with a front row view of her rear.

He stared, transfixed. 'This is bad! Your supposed to be seducing her not standing here like some hentai drooling over her!

She stood, object in hand. "Here it is! Hey Vegeta, how about putting some sun screen on my back for me. I don't want to get my delicate skin burned." She tossed him the bottle and tried not to laugh as he fumbled to catch it.

"I'm not your personal servant, woman." He grumbled.

"Oh come on. I can't reach my back!" she looked around and spotted the life guard. "Alright, then I'll just have to get someone else to do it."

He followed her gaze to the bronze, muscular blonde man sitting on the short tower. "Fine! Sit down and I'll do it. But you'd better not tell anyone I'm doing something this menial." He warned as he sat down beside her on the lounge. He squirted a generous amount of the sweet smelling lotion in his hand and was amazed at how something could stay cold in this heat.

Lying on her stomach she reached back and undid the strings of her top.

"What are you doing?" he gulped, watching the only thread of material fall from her back. The thought of there being nothing at all between them made him extremely nervous.

"Easier access. I don't want you to miss a spot." 'oh this is great! I've really got him in a wad! Just wait till I get my hands on him. he he.

'She's trying to work on you. You need to turn the tables now before you screw things up. Baka! Letting this snip of a female get to you like that!' he frowned as he began to rub the lotion on her back. She tensed, so he warmed it a little with his ki and then began to gently massage it into her skin.

Bulma's eyes widened slightly. 'Oh, that feels good. And his hands are so soft! I would've never guessed that. Maybe that's why he keeps his gloves on all the time. Mmm. He's really good at this. I wonder what else he's good at. Aghh! What am I thinking?! Get a grip girl. Remember what a sneaky conniving jerk he is!'

He felt her relax under his touch as he gently rubbed her back from top to bottom. 'Yeah, a little more time and she's mine! That baka human won't ever get her back. She'll be mine for li-.' His eyes widened as he realized what he had been about to think. He didn't want her as a mate! She was beneath his royal standard. 'Keep your mind on the job idiot! She's nothing to you. Just a pawn in a game.'

"Thanks Veggie. Would you tie my straps back for me please?" she asked over her shoulder, assuming he was done since he'd stopped rubbing. Even though he hadn't removed his hands.

"Huh? Oh." He tied the two strings and stood up.

"Ok. Nows your turn!"

"I don't need any of that. Saiyans don't burn." He humphed indignantly.

"Your skin." She couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Then she heard a bell ring. "Ooh. Hey ya want a snow cone?"

He cocked his head at her. "A what?"

Wow. He really could be cute at times. "A snow cone silly. Its flavored ice in a cup." She saw his doubtful look. "Oh, I'll get you one to try." And trotted over to the little white cart with the goofy looking umbrella attached to it.

Vegeta's mind whirled. 'Hmm. I wonder how long I'll have to play act before she starts to give in? I'll give it a few more days before I start playing hard ball. I wonder what it's going to feel like to take her as my mate? Err! Not as my mate! Why do I keep thinking that ridiculous thought?'

"Hey you. Don't look so serious!" she said, snapping him out of his trance. "Here. I got you pina colada. It's my favorite."

He stared at it for a minute then took a small bite. 'Hmm. This is good.' "It'll do I suppose." He humphed.

Just then a group of scantily clad women walked by, rudely ogling the prince. Bulma felt a little tug of jealousy as she saw him looking back. 'Nah.'

"Hey, he's a real hottie! Where can we find one like that?" one of them giggled.

"Trust me, he's one of a kind." Bulma laughed, ignoring the sharp glance that was sent her way.

"Is he yours?" another asked.

"No, I'm not hers! I belong to no one!" Vegeta blurted out, disgusted at being talked over like a prized cow.

Unfortunately the girls took it as a proclamation that he was fair game.

"Ooh! Then why don't you come for a walk with us, handsome?"

He just stared at the stupid female. 'Are all the women on this planet insane?'

"Sorry girls. He might not be mine, but he is taken." She pointed at her ring finger.

"Aww. That's way to bad. He looked like a really good time." Another one giggled. "Well, bye!" they made their way on down the beach.

Vegeta growled through clinched teeth. "Baka females."

Bulma broke into laughter. "That ought to teach you to keep your mouth shut. When you said you didn't belong to me, they thought you were inviting them to ask you out."

"Humph. Well, then, from now on I'll belong to you." He smirked as she stopped laughing and gave him an odd look. He almost thought she looked a little sad for a second.

"As if." She sniffed her recovery.

They spent the rest of the day walking along the beach. Actually talking. Well, not so much talking, as more Bulma explaining some of the things that went on here on Chikyuu to the Saiyan. Unbeknownst to her, he was actually listening. When she wasn't yelling at him about something, he found her quite intelligent.

A little farther down the beach they came upon a cabana bar, where she introduced him to real Pina Colada's. After the sun set, and several drinks later. They staggered back to the car.

"Oh, dear. I am reaaaally drunk." She laughed. "I don't think we should drive."

Vegeta rolled his eyes and took the capsules from her, putting everything up. Then he picked the half naked woman up and lifted off towards home. He held his breath when she snuggled tightly against him.

"I'm cold Veggie." She whined.

"Stop calling me that woman." He raised his ki enough to keep her warm in the night air. 'Oh this is just too good to be true. I could actually win this stupid bet on the first night.' He grinned. He wasn't drunk by any means, but he could defiantly feel the effects the drinks had had on him.

She nuzzled his neck with her nose. "Hmm. You smell so good. So strong." She mumbled groggily.

He looked down at her. The grin fading from his face as he saw the complete trust her face belayed. 'She's just drunk. She doesn't really trust you. Stop feeling guilty. Remember she's just a pawn. A beautiful, smart, warm, caring pawn.' He frowned and sped up.

After a few minutes, he was carrying her through the front door of Capsule Corp. Only to be met by a worried Mrs. Briefs and a furious Yamcha. 'Oh goody.'

Bulma looked at the pair and grinned stupidly. "Hey Yumacha! Guess what we did today" she giggled at slurring his name.

"You got her drunk?!" he yelled at the Saiyan.

"Oh dear." Mrs. Briefs mumbled.

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