A/N: Ok, it's official. I'm going crazy. If I contradict myself in any way please let me know. I'm trying very hard to keep everything straight.

Disclaimer: I'd like to own DBZ but never will.

Chapter 8: Bulma's Plan

Vegeta sat there with Bulma laying across his lap supported by his left arm. Gently he began to shake her.

"Wake up, woman. Wake up."

Bulma slowly began to come to. She tried to look around the room but could not focus. She blinked a few times and now was able to make things out a little better. She looked up to see Vegeta looking down at her.

"Where am I? What happened?

"What do you remember?"

"All I can remember is having a dream where I became half Saiyan."

"That was no dream, woman."

"Help me up, please," she asked.

Vegeta helped her to her feet. She then went back into the bathroom. There she saw the same thing as before. "So it is true." She studied her new features closely in the mirror. Turning around she raised her shirt to look at her tail or at least the start of one. Even though it was really just a furry patch, she had a feeling that would change. "Damn, I can't tell what color it is." Reaching behind her back, she managed to run her fingers across it. "Wow, it's just as soft as yours, Vegeta." There was also a very distinct erotic feeling that transmitted throughout her entire body. She thought to herself, 'Now I know what he meant.' The scientific genius was showing in her. She had always wanted to know what made Saiyans tick. What better way than with first hand experience.

"Damn it. What color is it?" She twisted and turned trying to see it better. " Vegeta do me a favor and tell me what color this thing is."

Hesitantly, Vegeta approached her. Already he could sense a desire building within himself. He would have to work hard to control it. He knelt down behind her, placing one hand against her lower back and using his other hand he ran his fingers across the silky, soft fur. Bulma reached out her arms and placed her hands against the wall as if to brace herself. It felt like electricity running through her. He continued looking a little longer until she banged her fists against the wall and let out a small growl.

"What, unh, color, unh is it?," Bulma panted.

Vegeta stood slowly, allowing his body to *feel* hers as he made his way , he slid his hands up her sides, half catching her shirt as he did. He allowed one of his arms to wrap around her waist, pulling her tight against him. He put his lips up to her ear, allowing his warm breath to tickle the sensitive lobe and whispered, "Looks brown, maybe a little blue in there too." Bulma was pushing against his growing erection. With his free hand he lowered his shorts just enough to release himself. Without removing her panties, he merely moved the crotch out of the way and slid himself into her.

"NOW, I WANT IT NOW!!!," cried Bulma arching her back wantingly towards him.

Vegeta slammed in and out of her with her meeting his rhythmic timing.

"Wo..man….your…going…to be….the….death….of….me!"

"Oh, Oh, OH,…… VEGEETTAAA!!!!"

Her orgasm hit her, sending an electric current throughout her body. Her inner muscles tightened around him so much, it instantly sent him into his.

Once they had got control of themselves, Bulma turned and nipped at his ear. Vegeta smirked and was going to leave when her voice stopped him.

"Vegeta, I don't want anyone to know about what is happening to me, not just yet."

"It's kind of obvious, woman."

"I'll just tell everyone that I decided to have a makeover done and I also purchased some of those new contacts that change the color of your eyes."

"Whatever, they won't hear it from me."

Vegeta then went back down to finish his breakfast. Bulma hurriedly took her shower and dressed. 'Now to do something with this hair,' she thought. The length hung down to her shoulders. There were a few spiky bangs and thanks to a certain Saiyan Prince's genetic makeup, the top of her hair now stood in small spikes. It actually looked quiet beautiful. 'Guess that will just have to do,' she thought.

Dr. Briefs and Vegeta were sitting at the table eating. Vegeta had several plates left to finish. Mrs. Briefs was doing this and that about the kitchen. They all turned when they heard Bulma bouncing happily down the stairs.

"Morning, mom. Hi, dad." She just gave a lustful look at Vegeta.

"Oh, dear. Have you gone and had a makeover and didn't invite me to go?," asked her mother.

"Well, I kinda wanted it to be a surprise. What do ya think?," Bulma said turning back and forth modeling for them.

Her mother studied her for a second and said, "I like it. Never did like you having to get curly perms to give your hair extra body."

"How about you dad?"

"Well, dear, whatever makes you happy."

Mrs. Briefs stood glaring at Vegeta. "What about you young man, don't you have any thing to say?"

"Ugh, yeah, it looks ok I guess." Vegeta was slightly taken aback by the elder Briefs woman. If it wasn't for the fact that she was the best cook in the house, he would have blasted her.

"Man, I'm starving," said Bulma.

"There's some fruit on the counter, dear," said Mrs. Briefs.

But Bulma had already eyed a piece of bacon on one of Vegeta's plates. Vegeta was keen to her whiley ways.

"Don't even think about it."

"Think about what?," she said innocently.

Then she reached over and grabbed it.

"Give it back."

"No."

Bulma leaned her head back and took the piece of meat and suggestively slid it into her mouth. Raising her head back up while she chewed, she looked naughtily at Vegeta and ran her tongue across her lips. "Um, Um, Um. That was good, got any more?"

Vegeta was in shock. 'First off, she just took my food then she TOOK MY FOOD!!.' "Damn it woman, get your own food. Keep your greedy paws off of mine." He didn't waste any time in finishing up his meal.

Her mother looked at her strangely. 'Guess she's decided to try something different this morning.'

"Dad, I'm going to be in my lab all day today if you need me."

"Got something you need help with?," asked her father.

"No, just have a project I'm working on. I'll be sure to call you if I need help."

Vegeta looked questionly at her. 'What kind of project could she be working on now.'

Bulma excused herself from the table. As she passed by Vegeta, she stopped and leaned over to his ear, "Thanks for letting me have a piece this morning. It was very, very good." Before Vegeta could grab her, she ran off laughing.

'Little wench, we'll see who has the last laugh.' Vegeta stood and made his way to resume his training.

Bulma sat at her desk in her own personal lab. She was drawing out plans for some sort of machine. 'Let's see, if I remember correctly it looked something like this,' Bulma began drawing a picture. 'There were controls here and tubes. Now all I need is the materials.' During the last months, while Bulma had been making her decision regarding the seduction of one said Saiyan Prince, the thought kept entering her mind about her possibly not surviving. Being the genius that she was, she had remember a machine that Goku had been placed in on Namek when he had been hurt very badly. She thought that for someone of her intelligence, it shouldn't be too hard to build. And now in light of the current events it was something she had to build. The only difference would be it would hold up to two people in their own healing environment. Another thing she had been contemplating was to build her own house. It was becoming more and more difficult to fight the attraction she held for Vegeta. A good example was their unplanned encounter this morning. She became hot just recalling how he took her. 'Guess we can call that a quickie,' she thought giggling to herself. Anyway, she was worried about her parents. She didn't want them to become uncomfortable with the situation. 'Hmm, it would need to be sound proof. I'd really like to decorate in the colors of the planet Vegetasei but getting Vegeta to talk about his home planet may be difficult. Well, nothing with him has been easy so far so why should it start now.' She fumbled through more papers on her desk until she found the list of materials for the regeneration tank, 'Better start finding all of this.'

She shifted a little in her chair. She was finding it a little uncomfortable to sit the longer the day went on. 'Must be the area where that tail is trying to grow. She reached around to try and rub the soreness out and felt something furry sticking out from her waistband. 'Oh, this is great. This is just great. Now how am I going to hide this?,' she thought. For the time being, she untucked her shirt and headed off on her mission.

Vegeta had been training since breakfast. He had worked through lunch and now was fast approaching diner time. He was most graceful to watch. Throwing punches and kicks. Then he'd jab and throw in a roundhouse kick. Alternating over and over until he'd finally exhausted himself. He sat in the middle of the GR. Taking deep breathes, trying to calm himself. He began to relax, and with that his mind started to wander back to the other night when he had told Bulma about the bite and the legend and such. He did not go into great detail at that time when explaining how all of this could have been possible. He remembered back to his childhood, before Frieza and the Kold empire. How not one Saiyan would ever dare to take a mate of other upbringing, especially a royal elite. However, when Frieza took control, the Saiyan King knew he could not be trusted. The King secretly had their scientists devise a way in which the Saiyan people could survive. They came up with a way to genetically alter a male Saiyan. If the unthinkable were to happen, and Frieza were to purge the planet Vegetasei, then as long as the one male survived so shall the race, be it only in a half breed. The decision as to who would be implanted with the altered genes took care of itself when Frieza demanded the King to hand over his son. The one sure way to guarantee survival would be to have one of their own as one of Frieza's right hand men. Vegeta recalled his father coming to him the night before he was to leave. He carried with him a heavy heart. He sat with his young son and explained to him why things were the way they were. He made sure Vegeta understood the importance of him gaining Frieza's trust so that in hopes someday he would rise to that which had been prophesized. He would achieve the legendary status and defeat Frieza. He would restore honor once again to the Saiyan name. 'Too bad father, it was only a myth,' Vegeta said shaking his head. 'It took a mere third class clown to gain the status and defeat the almighty Frieza.' Vegeta stood and walked over to a window where he gazed up into the sky, 'I will still restore our honor and rebuild our race.' And in a whisper he said, "I will gain that which Kakarott has not, I will surpass the legendary."

A/N: That was a difficult chapter to write. Not sure if I'm totally happy with it. Hope ya like.

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