A/N: Thanks to everybody that reviewed, now on with the chapter.

                          ~Thoughts~

             ^Change in location or time^

           Bulma awoke to the sound of her blaring alarm clock; she reached a hand over and turned it off.  ~ It sure is strange waking up to that thing instead of Vegeta. ~  She crawled out of bed and treaded into the bathroom for a shower.  10 minutes later Bulma came out wearing a bathrobe and had her hair wrapped up in a towel.  She walked over to her vanity and sat down to do her hair and makeup.  Bulma blow dried her hair, and then arranged it up in a bun.  After she was through with her hair, she turned her attention to her makeup.  She lightly applied her blush and eye shadow, and then put on pink lip-gloss.  Bulma stood up and headed over to her closet.  She pulled out a white dress shirt with buttons down the front, black knee length skirt, and a matching jacket.  She walked over to her bed, laid out her clothes, and started to get dress.  She was buttoning up her shirt when she heard her mothers voice through her door. 

           "Bulma breakfast is almost ready."

           "Ok mom I'll be down in a couple of minutes."  Mrs. Briefs headed back down stairs as Bulma finished getting dressed; she then slipped on a pair of black-heeled dress shoes.  Bulma walked out her door and turned for the stairs.  ~ I wonder if Vegeta is awake yet, I could check on him.  Though if he is not up, he could wake up on me while I'm in there, or my parents could come in.  If he wakes up on me I could always say I was coming to tell him that breakfast is almost ready and I doubt that my parents will find me, they always send me to get him anyway. ~  Bulma walked back up the hall to his room, she cracked open the door and looked in. 

           Vegeta was laying on his back sound asleep; he had kicked all his covers off, and they had ended up on the floor in a pile.  Bulma walked over to the foot of his bed and picked up his covers.  She smoothed them back out and pulled them up to his waist.  Her eyes traveled up his upper body coming to rest on his face, as she carefully reached out a hand to touch him; her fingers lightly traced his features. 

           "Bulma breakfast is ready!" her mother called from down stairs startling her, she quickly jumped back from Vegeta and headed out his door.  Bulma walked into the kitchen to see her mother fixing her a plate.

            "Morning mom."

           "Morning dear, here you go."

           "Thanks."  Bulma took her plate and went over to sit down.  Mrs. Briefs fixed herself a plate then strolled over to the table to sit down and eat with Bulma.  They ate quietly for a few minutes before Bulma noticed that her dad hadn't come in for breakfast yet.  

           "Mom where's Dad?"

           "He already left for the office."

           "Oh, I better hurry up then."  Bulma quickly finished eating and left the kitchen.

           "Bye mom," she called as she grabbed her purse and walked out the front door.

^Later that day^

            It was early evening and Bulma was just getting home from work, she walked into the living room and dropped down on the couch.  ~ I can't believe those reporters swarming over me all day after we announced the release of our prototype.  Don't they have a life?  ~  Bulma kicked her shoes off and stretched out on the sofa to rest for a minute.  ~ I might as well go on up stairs and get out of this suit, then cook myself something to eat since mom and dad went out again. ~

^Vegeta's room^

           Vegeta awoke to his dimly lit room, the only light streamed in through his window from the setting sun.  He slowly sat up and looked around.  ~ How did I get in here, the last thing I remember is that I was training in the GR. ~  Vegeta glanced over to the door when he heard it open, he saw Bulma pop her head in to see if he was up.  When she seen that he was awake she walked in and headed over to his bed.  She was wearing a white tank top and a pair of baggy blue cotton pants. 

           "Well you're finally up."

           "What happened?"

           "You passed out in the GR from exhaustion

           "How long have I been out?"

           "Since yesterday."  Vegeta didn't say anything as he sat staring off at a wall.

           "Well I made some dinner if you want some," Bulma said before she turned and left.  Vegeta got up and walked into his bathroom for a shower.  A few minutes later, he walked out, pulled out a pair of underwear and training shorts from his dresser, quickly dressed, and went down stairs.

^Kitchen^

           Vegeta walked through the doorway to see Bulma sitting at the table eating; she had already fixed his plate and sat it down across from her in his place at the table.  He headed over and sat down in his chair.  Vegeta quickly ate the food that was on his plate and looked around for more. 

           "Where is the rest of it?"

           "Vegeta -" Bulma stooped her self before she could continue.  ~ He hasn't eaten anything since yesterday at lunch; he must be starving by now. ~

           "That was all I cooked, let me finish mine and I will make you something else, it will take a while to cook though."

           "Fine."  Bulma ate as fast as humanly possible, stood up, and walked into the pantry.  She looked around the shelves trying to decide what to cook for him.  ~ This should be good. ~  Bulma reached up and took the package of rice off the shelf.  ~ I'm going to need help to carry all the food it will take to fill up the bottomless pit in the next room. ~

            "Vegeta could you come here for a minute?"  Vegeta stood up and headed over to the pantry.

           "What do you want?"

           "Come here and hold out your arms."

           "What?"

           "You heard me, I need help carrying the food."  Vegeta walked over, he stopped right behind her, and stuck out his arms.  He was so close to her that, Bulma could feel the heat that radiated from his body, his warm breath caressed the back of her neck, and sent a shiver crawling up her spine, as she started to lean into his muscular chest.  ~ What the hell am I doing! ~  She quickly moved away from him, turned around and pushed the package of food she had been holding, into his hand.  Vegeta smirked at her as she turned back around and scanned the shelves for something else to cook.  ~ Well it didn't take much for her to start leaning into me. ~

           A few minutes later Vegeta headed out of the pantry with his arms loaded, Bulma was following closely behind carrying a smaller load.  They walked over and dumped the food on the counter.  Vegeta went to sit down as Bulma started cooking.

           About an hour later, Bulma had finished cooking and was sating it out on the table.  As soon as she finished putting it out, Vegeta filled up his plate and started eating.  He finished his first plate, filled it up again, and then repeated the process.  When he had ate as much as his stomach would hold, he stood up to leave. 

           "Where are you going?"

           "Out to train," was all he said before he left.  ~ He has been pushing himself too hard; if he keeps it up he will just pass out again. ~                  

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