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Can't Resist - Chapter 11 - Shorts or Sweatpants?

-and he was still kissing her, but he didn't really care how Bulma had gotten into his room, or that she'd turned off his alarm and crawled in next to him under the covers of his bed, wearing sweat pants and a T-shirt, it felt like.

"I told you to be prepared to see me this morning." Bulma said airily, rolling out of bed and lacing up her running shoes. "Now what do you usually do first?"

"Think about how lucky I am when I don't have to wake up to you in the morning."

"Same thing here. After that?" Bulma asked, unfazed.

"Brush my teeth." Vegeta rolled off the side of his bed, yawning and luckily landed on his feet. He shuffled over to his adjoining bathroom and shut the door.

Bulma shrugged and searched through Vegeta's drawer until she found some jogging clothes. "Do you want to wear shorts or sweat pants?" she called.

"Sweat pants." Vegeta yelled over the water running in the sink.

Bulma chose a clean pair and tossed it, a t-shirt, and some clean underwear into the bathroom.

"Now you're telling me what to wear." Vegeta grumbled as he dressed.

"Oh you like being waited on, admit it . . . Where are your socks anyway?"

"In the basket by the door to the porch."

"Are they clean?"

"Yes! Who do you think I am?"

"Never mind. What do we do next?" Bulma asked, tossing a pair of socks to Vegeta as he came out of the bathroom.

"Do you really mean to come jogging with me?"

"Yeah. Slowly though. Where do you run at anyway?"

"The forest. But I think I'll do the park today. You'd probably get lost and then Kakarott would try to kill me. Or a dinosaur might eat you." Vegeta considered.

"Okay, the park please. I'm through getting chased by dinosaurs for the rest of my life."

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"Bulma honey, Vera and I have to get the chefs set up so could you greet the family?" Mrs. Briefs asked, popping her head into Bulma's room four hours later at ten o'clock.

"Sure, Mom. What should I wear? This skirt is nice, but which top?" Bulma asked, holding up a green corduroy skirt.

"Hmmm. I like the pale blue sleeveless top with the pretty bows on the sides. Make one side short and one long. Oh, and shoes! Hmmm." she rooted around in Bulma's closet for a few moments. "Oh, these are perfect, they batch your shirt exactly, don't you think?"

"Oh, I forgot about those boots. They just might work. Thanks, Mom."

"You're welcome, honey. Now please try not to lose your temper this time."

"Sure, Mom." Bulma agreed as Mrs. Brief smiled and left. After she dressed, Bulma picked up a science magazine and went downstairs to wait in the parlor for her family's guests to arrive.

Neliyah and Tristan showed up around 11:30am looking happy, arm in arm.

The cousins hugged each other. "You're looking good, Kiddo!" Neliyah exclaimed, stepping back to look at her cousin. "Cute outfit."

"You're not so bad yourself, Nel. Don't call me kiddo."

"When are you going to stop telling me not to?" Neliyah asked, laughing.

"Hi, Tristan." Bulma, greeted, shaking hands with him.

"Hey. Nice digs. Now I know why I thought I'd heard your name before, Capsule Corp. - those Briefs." Bulma smiled, "Guilty. The party's in the back. Just head back down that hallway. There are signs."

"Wait, where's that delicious looking man of yours?" Neliyah asked. "Vegeta, right? I can't wait to see him in person."

"He's around." Bulma shrugged. "He might be eating outside or in his room. Just head on back. You'll meet him soon enough."

"Alright! Come on, Tristan. See ya, kiddo." Neliyah dragged Tristan back to the party.

Yamcha and Puar were the next to arrive.

"Hi, Bulma." Puar squeaked.

"Hey guys. How's it been going? I haven't seen you two in a long while." Bulma said, giving each a hug.

"Lookin' good, Bulma." Yamcha commented.

"Thanks." Bulma laughed. "The party's in the back. I'll talk to you guys later."

"We'll look forward to it, Bulma." Puar squeaked before they disappeared down the hallway.

The Son family arrived next. There was a chorus of 'Hi, Bulma's and then Goku asked. "Where's the food?"

Chi Chi elbowed him. "It's wonderful that you and your parents got this together, Bulma. Thanks for inviting us."

"Oh come on, Chi Chi. I missed you guys. The holophone's not the same as face to face." she hugged her. "And the food's in the back, Goku, but save a little room 'cause we're having an eating contest later. My mom's got it into her head that she can make a saiyan full. I told her whatever, she can try."

Bulma and Chi Chi laughed, while Goku just looked confused and Gohan smiled.

There's a bunch of kids your age here, Gohan, my cousins. You can play with them if you want. Oh, and I don't think Piccolo got here yet, I thought he was coming with you guys."

"Naah. He said he'd show up late since he doesn't eat." Goku explained. "Well, where's Vegeta?" he tittered a little and put his hand behind his head.

Bulma shrugged. "I dunno. He's around. He'll probably pop up behind you or something. Or maybe my cousin, Neliyah, found him." Bulma smirked. "I hope she doesn't until I get there. Remember her?"

"Boy do I." Chi Chi answered grimly.

"You mean the pretty one with the dark green hair?" Goku asked.

Chi Chi elbowed him.

Bulma grinned. "Yeah. Don't worry, Chi Chi. She told me Goku's too cute to lead astray."

"Why of all the cheek!" Chi Chi declared. "We'll see you later, Bulma." she marched off down the hall. Goku and Gohan looked at each other, shrugged, and followed.

By twelve-thirty, most of the Z-fighters and Bulma's family had arrived. Krillin had come with his usual airheaded fashion model type girlfriend. This one had seemed to possess at least an average intelligence. Krillin introduced her as 'Babycakes'. Bulma wondered if anyone would ever figure out the girl's real name. Tien, Chaotzu, and Launch had been looking happy though. Bulma just hoped Lauch didn't sneeze anywhere near her or Chi Chi because the scene wouldn't be pretty. Bulma was tired of answering the door and ready to socialize, so she snagged a robot and programmed it to greet guests so she could head to the party.

As soon as she stepped into the magnificently transformed back gardens, two of her cousins, along with Gohan, came racing along and clung to her.

"Hi Bulma! Show us a gadget! Please!"

"Yeah, did you make that new super soaker water gun I asked you to last summer?"

"Oh course I did." Bulma said, rolling her eyes. She reached behind the kitchen door and brought out two water guns she'd upgraded a couple weeks ago. She handed one each to her cousins. "Be careful, they're loaded."

"Yeah! Thanks, Bulma!" they chorused. "We're gonna hit you, Gohan."

"Yeah right. I'm too quick for you two." Gohan scoffed and took off, followed by the armed kids.

"Hey, Bulma." Bulma's younger cousin, Robert, stepped lightly up the porch steps with his wife.

"Hey, Rob. Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Sure am. I spotted your old boyfriend around here somewhere. Where's your new one?"

"What! Who told you I have a new one?"

"Nel, why?"

"Rrrrrrr. She's not supposed to tell anyone. Don't spread this any further, please, Rob. I've got my reasons."

"Whatever you say, Bulma. Hang on, I'll go shut her up." he and his wife melted back into the fray.

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"Wow. I like the improvements Bulma made to the GT." Goku said around a mouthful.

"Yes. It goes up to 500 times normal gravity now."

"Nice, Vegeta, nice. I guess she'll be having to make a new one in a few months, ey." he elbowed Vegeta.

Vegeta frowned. "How's your training coming, Kakarott."

"Just fine, Vegeta. Gohan, Piccolo, and I have greatly improved." Goku said, rising to the challenge.

Just then, Bulma poked her head into the GT. "Oh, I thought I'd find you two here. The eating contest's about to start. Are you entering?"

Goku's eyes lit up. "You bet. How about it, Vegeta? It'll be you and me."

"You're on, Kakarott."

Bulma rolled her eyes. "As if the strongest fighter could be determined by the results of an eating contest. You two are pathetic." she shook her head and left, heading back towards the party.

Neliyah intercepted her on the path from the GT. "Bulma! Sorry I told Rob. Didn't know you wanted it so hush hush, kiddo."

"Well I don't want my friends knowing. I don't think this is the time or place to settle it with them. It doesn't feel right. Besides, I owe it to Yamcha to tell him first and in person since we were together for so long. Thanks, Nel."

"Well so-oo-ry, kiddo. What, are you just gonna show up one day with a baby and say, this is mine and Vegeta's kid?"

"No. I plan on telling them before that happens." Bulma defended herself indignantly.

"Look. Let's just drop it, cuz. We can argue about this later. Besides, you never took my advice before and it's all worked out much better than I'd've planned for. Now where is this elusive hunk of muscle?"

Bulma rolled her eyes and looked back down the path. "Look." she pointed. "There's him and Goku now. They're planning on entering the eating contest."

"Aaaahhh!" Neliyah clapped her hands in delight. "He's even better in real life. Vegeta's a saiyan too, right? And that means he eats as fast as Goku! This is going to be great!" Neliyah glanced around for Chi Chi. "Good, Miss Police-wife isn't around. I haven't even talked to Goku yet. See ya at the contest, Bulma!" she practically skipped off towards Goku and Vegeta.

Bulma just shook her head and went inside to program a robot to deliver ice to the soda coolers every half hour.

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"Hi guys. Remember me?" a pretty green haired woman asked, bouncing up to Vegeta and Goku.

Goku laughed, throwing his left hand behing his head. "Sure I do, Neliyah." he said as she shook his other hand, then hugged him. "And you must be Vegeta!", Neliyah said, turning towards him. "How nice to meet you. I'm Bulma's cousin, Neliyah. Well one of her cousins anyway." she shook Vegeta's hand and placed herself between them as they continued walkig to the pavilion where the eating contest was being set up. "I met your son a couple hours ago, Goku. He's just so adorable, the sweetest child. I'm afraid I haven't spoken to Chi Chi yet though." Neliyah laughed. "I'm sure she doesn't like me much anyway." Smoothly, she reached back and grabbed Vegeta's arm as he was trying to fade into step behind her and Goku.

"Come up here where I can see you, Vegeta." she turned to Goku. "Isn't he just the handsomest? And so modest. Of course I'm sure your enemies have called you a pretty boy once or twice, Goku."

Goku blushed and mumbled an intelligible reply.

"So how goes it with you two?" Neliyah asked. "Training coming along well?"

"Mmmhmmm. What are you up to lately?" Goku replied.

"Oh just finishing the touches on my anti-hacker software. You know, programming it was a real treat. I tried it out on some of my hacker peeps and they can't break the coding, so it's all good. Of course I can as I developed it, but that shouldn't be a problem. I have a very good lawyer who has no clue I'm a hacker anyway. And whew! Capsule Corp needs a new protection program. I've hacked into their system way too easily. It's only a matter of time before my croonies figure out how to and start selling blueprints to rival companies. But enough about me. Well I'll go and snag that guy I was with. Vegeta, I don't think you've said one word this whole time. I'm sorry for talking so much."

Vegeta mumbled something sulkily.

"Well see you two at the eating contest. You can bet I'll be watching. My uncle Ned thinks he can beat everyone here. But I know the appetite of a saiyan." she released Vegeta's arm, winked, and went off in search of Tristan.

"Well it was nice seeing her again." Goku mumbled, still a little frazzled.

"Whatever Kakarott. She reminds me too much of Bulma." Vegeta scoffed.

"Yeah, well she's not as bossy or touchy as Bulma."

"Yeah, yeah. I still say you're going down, Kakarott."