Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of its characters

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of its characters. DUH! Oh, and I'm not making money off of this. Like I could. This is for your viewing pleasure or displeasure. You get to choose. J

Moonlight Romp

Bulma had never felt anything like this before. She was wild and free loping through the forest. She had been trapped inside her den for too long and had finally escaped and now was releasing some of that nervous energy she had had. It had hurt at first to change and a little scary, but now that was forgotten as she reveled in the new found freedom. She had no cares or worries, she did not know of any multi-billion dollar company called Capsule Corporation. She had some memories of her "pack", but nothing real solid. For now she was the wolf, the supreme sovereign of the forest and all of which she surveyed, nothing dared defy her.

She ran as fast as she could, enjoying the feel of the ground meeting up with her paws. The forest was a calliope of colors, sounds, smells, and sensations. She jumped up to a ledge of rock, and surveyed the land. She stretched out her neck, enjoying the feel of the cool wind blowing on her. She wasn't hot; not the least bit tired, but she relished every sensation she could. She looked back down at the view below. A question briefly crossed her mind, "Why am I seeing in color?" But the wolf took no notice; it meant nothing to her. She raised her nose to the wind, searching for the scent of a prey animal. Deer, rabbits, dinosaurs, humans…and a wolf-like scent. Her head darted to her left, responding to the sound of a giant animal tramping through HER forest. She growled low, warning the creature. The human part of her brain tried to reason with the wolf. She had no chance of taking on a creature that big. Game started running past her, the scent of fear drowning her. She stood her ground, but the human part was making the wolf nervous.

"Bulma! Where are you?" She recognized the voice. Fond memories of a little boy with a tail crossed her mind.

"Onna, where are you, you baka?" She growled. The wolf creature was talking while trampling through her forest. She sniffed at the creature. She recognized the other smell mingled with the wolf, Oozaru. The human side tried to rationalize, "Oozaru? Wolf? Why? Vegeta! It has to be Vegeta! He was bitten too. And if he was outside he would have transformed too!" The wolf calmed a bit, but still stared warily towards the racket. Something growled behind her, she whirled around, coming face-to-face with an Oozaru-like creature. She yipped and ran, only to be picked up by the huge beast. She bit and scratched for a couple of minutes. Something told her he would not hurt her. A promise made, for what seemed like ages ago and in another lifetime.

Vegeta looked quizzically down at the little blue wolf that was supposedly Bulma. Well, who else could it be with that blue hair and flaming blue eye? Vegeta sensed she didn't have control over the wolf. Her teeth did not penetrate his hide, neither did her claws, but he did feel the blows. He calmly talked to her, "I will not hurt you Onna, you know that. Now settle down before you hurt yourself…" She finally settled enough. He tried to reach her telepathically, and was met by a childish wolf/human mind that excitedly told him of her adventures in the forest. After listening to her overexaggerated stories and talking to her calmly, she finally started to sound like Bulma. LET ME DOWN YOU BAKA! He smirked; finally she was back to her old self. She again demanded to be let down so she could tell every one of her experiences and continue on with her explorations. He slowly lowered her to the ground; she jumped off when he reached down to one story. She landed gracefully and walked over to the recently gathered group. Everyone, but Goku, paled visibly. Why would Vegeta be putting down a BLUE wolf unless it was one person? They watched as the wolf made its way toward them.

"Did you find Bulma? Hey Vegeta, is that your pet?" Several of the Z-Team fainted anime style, while several others sweat-dropped. "Wow! I've never heard of a blue wolf before! Where'd you find it Vegeta?" Goku kept on blabbering.

"This is Bulma you Baka!" Everyone stared at the wolf in disbelief. Hi! Bulma said sheepishly telepathically.

"Well. I've always said Bulma was a hmph…" Bulma pounced on Yamcha before he could finish his sentence. The Z-Fighters had to tear Bulma off of him. They held her back as she emitted several very threatening growls. Oozaru/Werewolf/Vegeta chuckled at the scene below him. Bulma is a wolf? The group kept thinking in disbelief, only Goku seemed unaffected by the fact.

Only a brain dead baka would go unaffected when his life long friend turned into a werewolf, thought the Saiyan no Ouji sourly. They let Bulma go, which proved to be a mistake, as she proceeded to attack the black-haired human again. She gave him the evil eye as he groaned under her full weight. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry." Bulma finally got off of her ex, but kept giving him the evil eye.

The woman had guts; Vegeta had to give her that much. She didn't seem at all phased by her transformation. Yes that woman had guts, something he liked to see in a woman. He allowed her to go explore and test her new form. He went to go train in the desert in his new form with Goku. Goku found he had a hard time beating Vegeta in his new form. He'd hate to see Vegeta in his Super Saiyan Oozaru form. So after beating each other into a pulp and after Chichi finished scolding Goku for his condition, he went to bed for a long and restful sleep.

Vegeta trained until the moon faded and he changed back to his usual handsome Saiyan self. Bulma was opening the door as he landed at Capsule Corp. Bulma was naked, since the transformation was too much for her clothing. She blushed and ran into the house as fast as her tired legs could carry her. Vegeta just smirked and thought about how sexy she looked. He scolded himself and headed into the house and into his room. He showered and went to bed. Once again the bizarre apparition plagued his dreams.

Bulma's dream was different. She was running through the forest, much like she had done that night. A howl stopped her in her tracks. Up on the cliff stood a black wolf standing tall and proud. He looked down upon her with deep blue eyes. Around his thickly maned neck was a bundle. He raised his muzzle to the sky and howled a challenge. She growled, another growl came from her right side. Another black wolf stood at her side, two monkeys, a wussy boy (were talking about Bulma's thoughts here, and she's mad) a clown, a cyclops, and…a bowling ball? She felt calm beside them, she knew them. The dark wolf moved forward, seeming very confident. The black wolf besides her attacked and soon they were all on him. Soon all of them were down, except her and the other wolf, along with the monkey. The world around her started to fade. She realized she was being woken up. "Dear, wake up. You must be having a nightmare. Are you okay?" She nodded, realizing she was wet with sweat. Her mother left her to change and go back to bed. Bulma didn't give her dream a second thought and as all dreams do, it faded from her mind.