A/N: Thanks everybody that reviewed.  Sorry that it to so long for me to update but I've been stuck on a chapter.  I know where I want to go with this story but I don't know how to get it there if that makes any sense.   

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              ^Change in location or time^

           It has been a few days since Vegeta woke up after passing out in the GR, and he was back to training as hard as usual.  The reporters have still been harassing the Briefs for an interview.  There were some persistent ones who staked out in their yard in plain site, while others preferred to lay and wait, then jump out at you when you walked by.  Vegeta was coming out of the GR for dinner when one of the hiding reporters thought that they could get some info from the mean looking guy that was walking his way.  As Vegeta started to pass by the hedges in the yard, the reporter jumped out and tried to stop him. 

           "Excuse me sir, but can you tell me anything about Capsule Corp.'s new prototype," he said sticking a microphone in Vegeta's face.

           "Out of my way human!"

           "Sir this will only take a moment."  Vegeta just let out a menacing growl and continued to walk to the house.  The reporter undaunted followed Vegeta and tried again.

           "Sir can you please just tell me what the prototype is."  For Vegeta that was the last straw, he grabbed the man and threw him out on the front lawn where some of the other reporters were standing.

           "I've had enough of this!  Get out of here before I blast you all!"  The reporters just looked at each other, they didn't know what they should do, and they were too scared to move, so they just stood there.  Seeing that his threat was not being followed, he began firing ki blasts at them.  The reporters that was out in the open started running around and screaming for someone to save them from the crazy mad man.  They all dropped their equipment and took off down the road leaving their cars and cameras where they were.

            Bulma was down in her lab working with some old machinery when she heard all the noise.  She stopped what she was doing and raced up stairs to see what kind of damage Vegeta had done this time.  When she sprinted out the front door, she saw Vegeta yelling at the bushes. 

           "Don't think I don't know that some of you are still hiding in there, leave now or I'll do the same thing to you." 

           "Ok Vegeta, what did the bushes do to you?  Are they hiding some poor innocent little creature that dared to cross your path," Bulma asked trying not to laugh.  She stood out on the front lawn wearing an old red tank top and cut off jeans.

           "Stay out of this onna.  Are you coming out of there or do I have to start blasting you out."  Several reporters slowly crept out of their hiding places and looked over at Vegeta who had a smirk on his face.  Vegeta raised his hand to fire more blasts at the helpless reporters when Bulma's voice stopped him.

           "Vegeta leave those poor people alone!"  One brave reporter stood up and ran over to Bulma. 

           "Thank you Ms. Briefs, do you have any comments on Capsule Corp.'s new prototype?" he said sticking a microphone in her face as the remaining reporters gathered around her.

           "How many times do I have to tell you people!  The prototype will be released at the convention and your not getting any more information until then!  Now leave or I'll let Vegeta do whatever he wants too with you!"  Hearing this a big smirk appeared on Vegeta's face as he started to walk over to Bulma and the reporters.  The reporters glanced at Vegeta then back at Bulma before they took off running to their cars, climbed in, and sped away.  ~ Well Vegeta can be useful at times.  At least that will keep them away for awhile. ~ 

           "Vegeta come on let's get some lunch," Bulma said as she started for the front door.  Vegeta followed her into the house then went over and sat down on the couch, as she continued on to the kitchen.  

           "Vegeta what do you want to eat," Bulma called and waited for him to answer.  ~ I really don't want to cook but knowing Vegeta, he is probably starving by now. ~

           "Well, are you going to answer me," she asked walking back to the doorway.

           "No."

           "Fine I'll just order whatever I want, and Vegeta you did answer me."  Bulma headed over to the phone with a smug look on her face as he sent a glare her way.  She picked up the phone and called a restaurant that was around the corner.  She leaned against the counter as she waited for somebody to answer.

           "Hi my name is John how can I help you."   

           "Hi, Bulma Briefs here.  I would like my usual."

           "Yes of course, we should have it out in about an hour."

          "Ok bye."  Bulma hung up the phone and walked to the living room to wait for their meal.  She turned on the TV and started flipping the channels to see what was on. 

           A little over an hour later the delivery guy slowly made his way up the walk and knocked on the door.  A minute later, the door opened, and revealed Bulma standing there with wallet in hand. 

           "Here you go Ms Briefs, there is more in the car."

           "Ok just a second.  Vegeta get your butt over here and help with the food," she called over her shoulder.  He slowly got up and walked up to her.

           "Here, take these to the kitchen then come back for the rest of it."

           "When did I become your maid service?"

           "Please just take them."  Vegeta grabbed the bags and stalked off to the kitchen muttering curses along the way, as the delivery guy went back out to his car for the rest of the food.  Vegeta dropped the bags on the table then headed back to the living room.

           "How much do I owe you," Bulma asked as the deliveryman walked back up to the door and handed the bags to Vegeta.

           "How about a deal Ms Briefs?  You tell me about the prototype and you don't have to pay."

           "Who are you?"

           "My name is Dale Williams of Science Monthly Magazine, do you have any comments on your prototype?"

           "Here's you money," Bulma as she threw a wad off bills at the man.

           "Now get off my property or I will let Vegeta show you the way off!"

           " Ms Briefs it will only take a couple of minutes for you to answer my questions."

           "Listen I'm not giving you or anybody anymore information about it, you will just have to wait until the convention, now leave!"

           "But Ms-"

           "Vegeta show him the way off."  Vegeta smirked at Bulma as he handed the food to her, he advanced toward the reporter as his smirk widened. 

           "I'm going!"  The reporter turned and started down the walkway trying not to run.  Vegeta stood there watching him leave and raised his hand to fire a weak ki blast to hurry him along.

           "Come on lets go eat," Bulma said as she saw what he was about to do.  She turned and headed inside when she saw that Vegeta had lost interest in the man at the mention of food.  He walked into the kitchen as Bulma was laying out their meal; he moved over to his chair and sat down.  When Bulma was though she sat down and they started eating.

           "So what did the reporters do to you earlier that you had to ki blast them?"

           "One jumped out at me and stuck his microphone in my face.

           "They actually dared to walk into your personal space without asking?  Well they got what they deserved."  Vegeta shot a glare at Bulma as she smiled at him and continued eating in silence.  When he was done eating, Vegeta headed back out to the GR to train.  A few minutes later Bulma's parents soon joined her at the table

^Later that night^

            Bulma was lying in bed staring at the ceiling; she hasn't been able to go to sleep, since she went to bed over an hour ago.  ~ This is useless I might as well get up, and go watch some TV. ~  Bulma crawled out of bed and headed down stairs.  As she was coming down, she heard someone moving around in the kitchen.  She walked to the doorway to see Vegeta looting the fridge as usual. 

           "Find anything good in there," Bulma asked as she moved over to the table and sat down.

           "No."  Vegeta pulled more food out and added it to his growing pile on the counter

           "If there is nothing good in there, why are you taking so much out."  Vegeta ignored her comment and picked up his midnight snack.  He carried it over to the table and sat down to eat.  ~ Hmm I wonder if he will mind if I steal some.  Knowing him he probably would, I could streak through here naked and he wouldn't care, as long I don't touch his food. ~  Vegeta nearly choked on the bite that he just took.

           "Are you ok?" 

           "What did you say?"

           "I asked if you were ok."

           "Before that."

           "I didn't say anything."  ~ I thought I heard her say that out loud.  No it can't be! ~  When he realized what was happening he just sat there ignoring her.  ~ I wonder what is wrong with him? ~

           "Nothing is wrong with me."  ~ I can't believe this is happening. ~

           "I didn't say anything, and what can't you believe is happening?"

           "Nothing!"  Vegeta yelled as he got up and stalked off to the GR.  ~ I must be tired; I could have sworn that he said something and that I didn't say anything out loud.  Something must be bothering him; he never just ups and leaves when he is eating. ~

^GR^

           Vegeta was doing sit-ups in a 100x earth's gravity as his mind wondered.  ~ This is just great.  I can't believe that I'm going to be stuck with that onna because once the bonding has started; it can't be stopped. ~  Vegeta turned to gravity up and started sparing with the training bots.   ~ Well if I'm going to be bonding to her, I might as well have some fun with it along the way. ~

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