A/N: Whoa, this updating regularly stuff is a new experience for me! ;P I wanted to answer GK's question about how Vegeta handles his mating urges. Well, Vegeta doesn't go into heat. Female saiyans are rare so it made sense for them to be the only ones to experience it. ::Sends mental image of a planet-sized, average American correctional facility, filled with soap dropping and towel whipping saiyan males and proceeds to shutter violently::

Disclaimer: I only tend the shrine and pass out pamphlets at your local airport.



Love By Another Name~



Chapter 9. Curious George Meets The Flying Nun



Hahaha I'll leave it to you to decide who is who in that title! ;P



Vegeta counted down internally the amount of feet away from the weakling the blue-haired onna was, as she made her way to his bedside. *6..3..1..* She gripped the man's now shaking arm and cleansed his wounds, not giving Yamucha a second glace.

*Nothing. NOTHING! No jumping, grabbing, growling, absolutely nothing!! Not even one damned lustful thought in her head, her scent is clean!! The onna's eyes are still gold too, though she still seems irritated. Grr.. And to think I actually spoke to that weakling!* The prince clenched his fists and jaw. *Maybe she does have a thing for the Namek.*

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"Stop fidgeting damn it!" Bulma ordered at Yamucha's childish antics. He obeyed, only to become completely immobile, staring at the empty bed across the room. "Grr.. Yamucha I can't finish if you won't let me move you." She gave a violent jerk to his left arm, causing him to yelp.

"Baka." "Weakling." Her and Vegeta said at the same time, earning the ouji a giggle. He scowled. *Damned onna is so moody... oh fucking Kami no!* The only other person in the room was himself. His jaw slacked at the prospect.

The beauty hummed a melody of her own design lightly as her golden eyes danced merrily to the tune. She dabbed a final cut and tossed her past-love half a senzu. "All better?"

He washed down the tasteless bean with a swig of water. "Sure am. Thanks a million babe." The warrior jumped easily off the side of the gurney and tested his newly healed muscles. "Yep, never felt better."

"I'm glad to hear it." She purred with an evil glint and sauntered over to him seductively.

*Now what is she doing? Dende, will you make up your mind?!* Vegeta glared at her exaggerated hip movements.

Yamucha tensed when he noticed her approach. "Do you know why I am so happy to hear it, babe?" She emphasized the hated nickname and ran her fingers over the front of his gi.

He shook his head after a few moments of gaping like a fish.

"Because now I can do this!" She gripped the orange fabric before ramming a feminine knee into his unsuspecting groin and watched him find the ground. "That was for my car!"

Vegeta had read the punch line a second before it came but was still surprised she followed through. He chuckled softly before erupting into an all out laugh. He grabbed his ribs and leaned against the walls for support. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes before the hilarity in the situation lessened enough to allow breathing. *Serves the weakling right, though I never thought the onna had it in her.*

He shot the smirking woman a wayward glance, gaining her attention. "Thank you woman, I needed that."

A shocked Bulma smiled and blushed heavily, "Anytime."

"Shall I take out the trash?" Vegeta inclined his head towards the writhing male on the floor.

"By all means." She smirked and cleared a path for the enthused saiyan.

He picked the supposed warrior up by the back of his training uniform and held him at a distance that prevented any unwarranted 'contamination'. "Déjà vu all over again, eh weakling?" *I'll use my left foot this time, so he'll have a matching set. ::Evil smirk::* With one swift kick, Yamucha was on his merry way.

Bulma arrived at Vegeta's side in time to see her ex skid through the front lawn and cringed when he smacked into a tree. "That's got to hurt." She mused.

"I feel bad for the tree." Vegeta stated with false sympathy. Bulma chuckled and glanced up at him.

He caught the sweet smile her lips formed in the corner of his eye and turned to meet her gaze. Her eyes burned a deep golden brown, a sign that she was advancing quickly into the eclipse and soon wouldn't be able to fight any urges, should they arise.

*Might as well get this over with..* "Woman."

"Hmm?" She responded with a gentle hum and twinkle, only further fueling his suspicions regarding her attachment.

"We need to talk."

*Vegeta needs to talk to me? What brought this on? And why the HELL do I feel so damned special?! This is just VEGETA after all... Right?* She followed him to area of the room she had just occupied and obeyed his wish to take the newly vacant seat on the hospital-style bed.

"Well, what'cha need Veggie, I am a very busy woman you know." Bulma shot him a playful smirk.

Resisting the wonderful temptation of proving that statement wrong Vegeta sighed forcefully, laying the facts of her condition at the scientist's feet.

"So let me get this straight," She finally said after the life-altering speech (and much calmer than he had expected, mind you) "I'm going through some sort of saiyan mating thingy that will send my hormones into overdrive until I land myself a man. Also, if I do manage to control myself THIS time I have to go through it again?!"

"Yes but it won't end if you 'land yourself a man' as you put it. The eclipse will just become easier to deal with." He stated coolly.

"What am I supposed to do?!" The frantic woman cried.

"How the hell should I know?"

"You're the experienced saiyan here, not me!" She stood and pointed an accusatory finger at him.

"It's not my fault you're the ignorant one and it's rude to point." He crossed his arms smugly.

"Yes it is baka, you're the bastard who put me in the tank! And I'll point at you all I damn well please!"

"Would you have preferred I left you to the crows?" The ouji shouted, finally having a button pressed.

She sobered and lowered her head, "No."

Vegeta sighed for the umpteenth that day, "I didn't exactly run across many female saiyans in my luxurious stay aboard the S.S. Lizard Bastard so you are going to have to find a solution yourself. "The only other things I can tell you is that certain foods and such have been found to counteract the effects, plus you will be able to check your stage by the color of your eyes."

"The color of my eyes?" A mirror located in a nearby bathroom revealed a sight worth screaming about. She clutched her ears upon receiving the echo of her shriek, "No wonder why you guys get so uptight whenever I do that." She groaned to a similarly suffering Vegeta.

"Good now you know. DON'T DO THAT EVER AGAIN!!" He bellowed making her hands stay in the protective position of her tender drums.

"All right, all right." Bulma chuckled and hoped onto the bed. "My eyes aren't going to stay like this are they?"

He laid back on the gurney across from her. "No, after your week or so of fun you will have your old coloring back."

"How can I tell the stages by it?"

"The first stage is a bright gold, which you exhibited a few moments ago, the second is a much rich version of the latter. The next you will experience is silver, followed by a weird blue and one other color, which I cannot recall at this moment in time."

After a brief digestive pause she inquired, "How will I know whom I want to 'mate' with?"

"Oh believe me onna, you'll know." His evil laughter manifested only in a sadistic smirk.

"That was helpful."

"Glad to be a service."

"Will you at least try and keep me from attacking them or something." A few vicious images flashed through her mind, forcing a blush to her cheeks.

The smirk broadened. "Of course woman. I wouldn't want you to go and do something we both may or may not regret."

*I don't like the way that came out. That spiky-haired little gnome is hiding something and I get the strongest sensation that it is extremely important.* "I guess I will head over to the lab and see if I can find something that will at least knock me out for a few days." The genius in her reasoned, as she made her way to the nearest exit.

Bulma paused at the door, "If you should happen to hear any strange sounds please do me a favor and stay away." She took a few steps while murmuring, "Kami-sama I didn't think I could ever look them in the face again."

Vegeta's curiosity was perked but he figured he could always get her to tell him later (without her actually knowing he was interested).

The newly appointed saiyan female capsulated her Yam-chopped mustang and speedily entered her lab/part-time garage.

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Mechanical genius that she was, Bulma Briefs took a great deal of pleasure in working on her 'beloved'. Though the woman would never own up to it, she was somewhat happy that she had an excuse to push other projects aside and update Kami-sama's gift to the sports car world.

With her favorite pair of beat up sneakers, a black bikini top, and some grease-stained baggy pants, she was ready for action. She placed a couple mixed compact discs into her stereo system, whose contents ranged from Slip Knot to Aretha Franklin, and set to work.

~*~

Vegeta had tried his damnedest to train but the occasion glimpse of the onna dancing around her lab, singing into a wrench, was enough to make even the most basic maneuver impossible to execute. Her mouth firmly agape, evidently at the climax of a song, Bulma was too much fun to spy on. So, having only one option, a grinning ouji switched off the GR and found a front row seat.

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"OH a little respect!" She brought her sky ward arm down to meet her chest and finished in a bow of her head. *Another reason why I love working on my car so much!* The azure deity giggled and removed the last windshield remnants before the player had time to change discs.

Bulma knew what hit was next on her deranged compilation of artists. She jumped to the center of the room and eyed her the ground until it began.

*This woman has to be nuckin' futs.* (AN: Sorry I couldn't resist. ;P And for those of you who have never heard this expression before, just switch the first letter of each.) Vegeta leaned towards the window. *What is she doing?!* He flew around to the lab door and upon entering unnoticed claimed a perch in the shadows.

Her heart beat loudly in her ears, waiting for her 'cue'. This was a song that no matter if someone hired the best choreographer, she would always put them to shame. Her dance was never performed in the same manner twice. Then it started:

Hot in...

::She ran her hands slowly down her sides::

so hot in herre! So hot in...

::They journeyed back to her middle::

hot - OH!

::Her head whipped to the side::

With a little bit of, uh uh; and a little bit of, uh uh

::She started swaying, her tail dancing with the tempo::

Just a little bit of.. *beat*; just a little bit of.. *beat*

::Her fingers found the chopstick securing her bun...::

Just a little bit of.. *beat*; just a little bit of.. *beat*

::..and pulled, spilling forth a waterfall of color and brilliancy as the hues shifted in the light::

I was like, good gracious - ass is bodacious (uh)

::Began moving her hips::

Flirtacious, tryin' to show patience

::Closed her eyes and let the music command her limbs::

I'm waiting for the right time to shoot my steez (you know) Waitin' for the right time to flash them ki's, then uhh

I'm leavin', please believin' - ohhh!

Me and the rest of my heathens

Check it, got it locked at the top of the Fo' Seasons

Penthouse, roof top, birds I feedin'

No deceivin', nothin' up my sleeve and

no teasin'.. I need you to

::Mouthed the next two lines with a wide smile::

Get up up on the dance floor

Give that man what he askin for

::Actions became more forceful::

Cause I feel like bustin' loose

and I feel like touchin' you, uh uh

And can't nobody stop the juice

So baby tell me what's the use? I said

It's getting' hot in herre (so hot), so take off all your clothes

I am - gettin' so hot, I wanna take my clothes off

It's gettin' hot in herre (so hot), so take off all your clothes

I am - gettin' so hot, I wanna take my clothes off Uh, uh, uh - let it hang all out!

::Bulma's suggestive movements made it seem a possibility::

Why you at the bar if you ain't poppin' the bottles? (c'mon)

What good is all the fame if you ain't fuckin' the models

I see you drivin', sports cars, ain't hittin' the throttle

And I'll be down to do a hundred, top down and goggles Got off the freeway, exit 106 and parked it

Ash tray, flip gate, time to spark it

Gucci collar for dollar, got out and walked it

I spit game cause baby I can't talk it

Warm, sweatin', it's hot up in this joint

Vokal tank top, on at this point

You with a winner so baby you can't loose

I got secrets can't leave Cancun

So take it off like your home alone

You know dance in front your mirror while you're on the phone

Checkin' your reflection and tellin' your best friend like

::Turned to the side and placed a hand on her lower back while saying::

"Girl I think my butt gettin' big!" It's getting' hot in herre (so hot), so take off all your clothes

I am - gettin' so hot, I wanna take my clothes off

It's gettin' hot in herre (so hot), so take off all your clothes

I am - gettin' so hot, I wanna take my clothes off Uh, uh, uh - let it hang all out!

::She played with the hem of her jeans, causing the saiyan prince to curse himself for entering this trap voluntarily::

*Stupid weak hu - Grr - saiyan!! This is so infuriating!*

(Let it hang all out)

::Moved towards the shadows::

With a little bit of ah, ah

And a sprinkle of that ah, ah

::Now in front of his 'hiding place'::

(Let it just fall out)

I like it when ya ah, ah

Girl, baby make it ah, ah

::Leaned against his chest with a smirk at his obvious surprise::

*Vegeta, deep in thought? If I hadn't witnessed it my self.. ::insert girlish giggle::* "Spying were we?" She whispered huskily, continuing to dance. "Well my inquisitive little love monkey, now you get to join in the fun." Before he could protest, there was a blue tail around his waist and was drug onto the 'dance floor'.

Stop pacin', time wastin'

:: She wrapped her arms around his neck..::

I gotta a friend with a pole in the basement (what?)

I'm just kiddin' like Jason (oh)

::..ground lightly into him upon receiving no response::

Unless you gon' do it

Extra, extra - eh, spread the news (check it)

Nelly took a trip from the Lou' to the Neptunes

Came back with somethin' thicker than fittin' in Sasoon's

Say she got a thing about cuttin' in restrooms - ohhhhh!

::His resistance slowly melted and he began to harmonize with her movements::

It's getting' hot in herre (so hot), so take off all your clothes

I am - gettin' so hot, I wanna take my clothes off

It's gettin' hot in herre (so hot), so take off all your clothes

I am - gettin' so hot, I wanna take my clothes off Uh, uh, uh - let it hang all out!

::Vegeta's tail found her midsection and pulled her closer::

"You're a strange one, I'll give you that." He confessed.

"Look whose talking." She chuckled and pressed more firmly against him, earning a growl.

*The onna is only in the second phase. She shouldn't be THIS 'friendly'... but it sure as hell clears up any doubts I had. Kami, how am I supposed to survive this every month? I want to take her already!*

(Let it hang all out)

Mix a little bit of ah, ah

With a little bit of ah, ah

(Let it just fall out)

Give a little bit of ah, ah

With a little bit of ah, ah

(Let it hang all out)

With a little bit of ah, ah

And a sprinkle of that ah, ah

(Let it just fall out)

I like it when ya ah, ah

Girl, baby make it ah, ah... ohhh!

As the song came to an end, Bulma turned in the ouji's arms. The moody vixen smiled gently before revealing a pair of dazzling electric blue eyes.

A/N: Whoa! Bulma jumped right through a color eh? Well I guess Veggie had that kind of effect on her. LoL I'm not sure how I am going to get to the place where I'm taking this but I figured if I screw up I could always alter an entry.

Jeez, thought this chapter would never be finished! I scraped the plot 3 or 4 times before this poured forth. Upon reading it myself I would like to think it was pretty good but only you wonderful people out there will be able to say for certain. I know A LOT of fics have this song in them but it's such a good idea. I tried to make it seem as much like I would want you to perceive it but hey, I have faith in your imaginations. ;P (It's 4 am.. I'm freaking tired... humor me.) Oh and I got the lyrics for Hot in Herre by Nelly from www.getlyrics.com

Ja!

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