Here's the next chapter of WinNInG yOuR LoVe, hope you all like it. And I also hope that you all still find it funny. Sorry this took so long, it's just that, well I think I'm just not really interesting in DBZ as much as before. I don't know why though. And the only reason why I'm still continuing with this story is because of all you readers that reviewed for this story. Thanks so much, I really appreciate it. But this doesn't mean that this is the last chapter for WinNInG yOuR LoVe, coz it isn't. I just wanted to let you all know that.

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ if I did, I would be rich but sadly I'm not. The only character that I own is Fushigi, but that's about it.

"Speaking"

~Thinking~

Chapter 6 ~ Bets and a Plan

"What?" Bulma blushed and looked down towards the ground as she saw that Fushigi was staring at her.

"You seem kind of familiar, like I've met you somewhere before. But I just can't put my finger on it. Weird huh?" said Fushigi as he kept looking at her, trying to figure out why she looked so familiar, it had been bugging him for awhile now.

"No, not really I feel the same way too. Maybe we met in a past life or something." grinned Bulma.

Fushigi gave her a lopsided grin, "Maybe."

"Oh, wait there's Vegeta. I'm going to tell him what his father did today, though it's not like he's gonna care or anything. I bet, he's going to say, '*Hrmph*, it's none of my business what the old man's doing, I'm not his carer. Get out of my way woman, your blocking my training space. Move or I'll blast you.'" Said Bulma; doing her best impression of Vegeta.

"You really think that's he's going to say that? Somehow, I seriously doubt that." said Fushigi; looking at her doubtfully.

Nodding her head, Bulma said confidently, "Yep, he's going to say that; down to every single last word."

Fushigi smirked, "How much are you willing to bet on it?" ~This is going to be so easy.~

"As much as you're willing to bet, Fu-chan." replied Bulma.

"Well, how about...If I win you have to go out on a date with me. But if you win, I will have to go out with you." winked Fushigi.

"How about we raise the stakes higher huh? How about if I win you have to wear a dress." Bulma smirked evilly.

Fushigi opened his mouth to protest, but his Saiyan male pride got the better of him, "Deal. It's not like Vegeta is actually going to say that word for word."

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"Are you listening to me Kakkarot?"

"Huh? Oh uh, yes? I mean, I am listening to you Chi Chi." Kakkarot laughed nervously putting his right arm behind his head.

"Then what did I say?" glared Chi Chi as she towered in front of him.

Little beads of sweat started to form of his forehead. His eyes were looking for a way to escape form the situation that he was now trapped into. ~Please, if anyone can hear me right now, please, please, don't let me die in this cruel and vicious way. I'll do anything, all I'm asking is for is a miracle, is it too much to ask?~

All of a sudden, Radditz flew up to them; who was closely followed by Nappa. Who in fact; looked like he was going to torture Kakkarot's brother.

"Hahahahahahahahaha!!!" laughed Radditz uncontrollably, "I think you're a little far from home aren't you. Maybe you should go back to the cold climate where you belong, Pink Penguin."

Nappa grinded his teeth together, "At least I'm not some common bird like you, Purple Pigeon..."

~Thank you.~ Kakkarot mouthed the words silently, relieved that he was going to live another day.

Chi Chi glared at the intruders, "Would you mind?! I'm trying to have a civil picnic with Kakkarot here with any interruptions. Is that too much to ask?!"

Both the Saiyans stopped arguing, which had somehow managed to turn into, which bird was the weaker...well bird. With Nappa threatening Radditz to stuff rice down his throat to see if the myth was true; that when pigeons ate rice they blew up.

Radditz then noticed all the food that was laid out in front of them. And being any normal Saiyan his mouth began to water and his stomach began to rumble. He looked at Chi Chi with wide pleading eyes, silently trying to send her a telepathic message to let him have some food.

With narrowed eyes, Chi Chi sighed and gave in, "Fine, but you better not eat like a pig and get pieces of food everywhere." ~The food was already cold and there was really no point in wasting food. Also, if I don't let Radditz get some food, he'll bug me forever and I'll never have a single moment with Kakkarot again.~

But Radditz wasn't listening, he started eating the moment Chi Chi said 'Fine'. He paused eating for a moment and looked to Nappa, "Hey dig in, the food's really yum!"

Meanwhile Kakkarot was thinking up a major devious plan and end all devious plans, while all this was happening. ~That's it! I got it. Yes, it will work, it has to work. Oh Kakkarot you're a genius you know that. Soon, 'The evil one of death and hurt' will no longer terrorise innocent Saiyans anymore.~

"...and...Kakkarot, are you listening to me?!"

~Uh Oh.~ gulped Kakkarot.

***

"Hey Veggie!" yelled Bulma as she and Fushigi walked towards the Prince.

Vegeta turned around at the sound of her voice and just glared at her.

Bulma looked at Fushigi and then she looked at Vegeta, "Vegeta, guess what you father did today."

Vegeta crossed his arms together, "*Hrmph*, it's none of my business what the old man's doing, I'm not his carer. Get out of my way woman, your blocking my training space. Move or I'll blast you."

Fushigi's jaw dropped and he went pale. How could he lose? His eyes widen slightly, ~Oh god, I lost the bet. Which means, *gulp* which means, that I have to wear a *shudders*...a dress.~

Bulma resisted the urge to burst out laughing, and was have a difficult time doing so. She let out a little snicker. She was also fighting to keep herself from smiling, but was failing miserably, as she saw Fushigi's reaction. It was priceless.

"What's so funny?" growled Vegeta.

"Oh, don't worry about it Vegeta. It's just something that you brain wouldn't be able to cope with. And if it did try to figure it out, it'll probably give up and go on a strike because of all the work it had to do." smirked Bulma.

Vegeta arched an eyebrow, "Speaking from personal experiences now? Is that what happened to your brain? I wouldn't be surprised if that was what happened. You," he pointed at Fushigi, "We're going to spar. I want to see how strong you are. Meet me at the training room, in 5 minutes."

Before Bulma could retort some biting remark, he started to walk away from them, "And you. Me. Training Room tomorrow morning, woman. You're getting a bit fat. Don't be late."

Bulma glared at his retreating form as he suddenly powered up and flew off to the training room, "Oooohhhhh...how dare he call me that. I keep in perfectly good shape thank you very much, Mr. Look-at-me-I'm-the-prince-of- all-Saiyans-bow-before-me-and-worship-me-even-though-Bulma-is-way-smarter- than-I'll-ever-be-and-I'm-just-a-big-fat-meanie."

Fushigi was still standing at the same spot frozen, opening and then closing his mouth like a fish out of water.

Bulma soon forgot her anger when her eyes travelled to Fushigi, and couldn't help but grin at him, "Come on Fu-chan, you better go and meet Vegeta or else you be late. Also, after you finish let's go find you a dress..."

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~CrazySilverStar

Sorry that it's so short. Hopefully the next chapter will be much longer. And I know I said that there will be much more B/V interactions in this chappie. And that Vegeta and Fushigi have a *talk*. And I'm really sorry. *ducks and hides from angry readers* But in the next chapter there will be. Really. It's just that I got this idea and well, I just had to write it down. Hope you all can forgive me. Well, REVIEW please!!!