Chapter the ninth

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About a month later Bulma and Vegeta were still together. But unfortunately Bulma's mood swings were affecting Vegeta mentally. Everytime he even stated an opinion a barrage of insults was shot at him by his raging girlfriend. And she'd never apoligize. It was one day that Bulma came in nagging that Vegeta's final buttons were pushed. He ran up and grabbed her by the blue affro hair. "Just what is your deal lately woman? I've had about all I can take out of you!!" He snarled. When she didn't answer he yanked her hair harder, but she just stood there like he was inflicting no pain. "Don't you touch me you jerk! You forgot to put your plate in the dishwasher and you got crap all over our bed! You forgot to get grocerys this week and all you've been doing the past three days is training!!" Bulma screeched into his face. Vegeta closed his eyes to bare the pain it caused his sensitive ears when she howled like that. "Woman, haven't we discussed my ears..."

"I DON'T GIVE A D@MN ABOUT YOUR EARS! LET THE EARDRUMS BURST FOR ALL I CARE!!"

Now she had ahold of HIS hair and was yanking it for all she was worth. Vegeta thought about punching her in the stomach but then remembered that he was really fond of her and that the baby was in her stomach. So he just took her blows and only argued. "Now, MR., I won't have any more of this carelessness! You WILL clean up after yourself if you want to keep living with me and my parents and be my boyfriend!!" She howled, jabbing him in the chest. Vegeta growled. "Now listen here Bulma, I try my best from keeping you from having to do things..-" Bulma grabbed his chin to make sure he looked her straight in the eye. "YEAH RIGHT!! YOU GET YOURSELF TOGETHER OR YOU WILL NEVER SEE ME AGAIN, LAZY!!" She hollered. Vegeta felt like crying as her fingernails dug into his face. He put his hands up to his face and pried her hands off his chin. "Don't you grab me like that." He told her plainly. Then he calmly put his hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry If I don't do the best around here to you...but I know the only reason you even NOTICED is because of the horrible mood swings that wretched child is making you have!!" He said. Bulma threw his hand off her shoulder, but a look of sympathy crossed her face. "I'm sorry I was ranting and nagging at you and pulling your hair." She said. Vegeta nodded. "Apology accepted." He said. "Is your hair O.K? I was yanking it pretty hard." Bulma nodded. "Yeah. Is your chin alright? AND your hair?" Vegeta smiled and nodded too. "Mmm-hmm. Now we'd better quit this fighting or your baby will grow up and fight with its husband or wife." Bulma looked at him funny. "MY baby?" She said, cocking her head. "OUR baby." Vegeta corrected. Bulma smiled and wrapped her arms around him. Then she kissed him on the cheek and brushed her lips over it until she reached the lips. Then she made out with him like no tomorrow. Vegeta pulled away after a couple of seconds. "hey, this is what got you pregnant remember?" He asked. Bulma grabbed him as he tried to walk out. "You mean, you're going to be my boyfriend without having sex with me? That's impossible!!" Bulma exclaimed. Vegeta nodded. "Mm-Hm." Bulma growled but kept herself under control. "Baby, think about what you're saying! You said yourself that my sex wasen't bad." She said. Vegeta grabbed her around the waist and hugged her up to him, and buried his face into her blue affro. "I didn't say that you're sex was bad. I said I didn't WANT to have sex anymore because that's how you got pregnant, and now you're stuck with a baby before you're married. That's how so many young women's lives are ruined." Bulma laughed. "Vegeta. I'm 30 years old. I know HOW to take care of a baby. O.K? You didn't do anything wrong!!" She told him. Vegeta just looked at the ground. Then he released her from his hug and walked into the courtyard where he watched the plants for a while before falling asleep in there.

"O.K, Baby, where's daddy?" Bulma asked herself as she walked up and down the hall. "I haven't seen him for 3 hours. He must be sex deprived. Poor man." She had looked through every one of the guest rooms but there was no sign of her depressed boyfriend. She was hoping to find him so she could change his mind, or at least suggest fondling. Hey, it's not intercourse now is it?? But she coulden't find him and that meant none of that discusting stuff. "Alright...if I was a sex deprived man where would I go?" She asked herself. Then she thought about the courtyard and how the sound of the fountains was enough to calm anyone's mind. "He's probably asleep in there!" She exclaimed. She walked as fast as she could to the greenhouse, where she found him sleeping. Crows were picking at his clothes and hair and he was sop and wet from the sprinklers hitting him. Bulma shooed the crows away and ran up to him. The water hit her and made her almost scream with anger. "What kind of an idiot goes to sleep in a fountain?" She asked herself. She tried to shake him awake but when she saw a bottle of XXX whisky by him she knew it would be impossible. "He's been drinking because I'm PREGNANT!!" She said. She tried to wake him again but he just snored. "Stupidhead." She told herself as she pulled on his shirt and tried to drag him out of the sprinkler. When she succeded he was so wet it would be a miracle if he didn't have a cold. "What a dumb@$$!" She yelled. Vegeta stirred at the cuss word. "Whoops." She said. Then she shook him. "Wake up you drunken idiot." Bulma said. Vegeta just rolled and rubbed his cheek against the pavement, which succeded in rubbing it raw. Bulma growled and kicked him in the sides. "WAKE UP, BLOCKHEAD!!" She screeched. The man's eyes popped open and he sat up. "What happened-OHHWW!!" He hollered, grabbing his temples and squeezing. "I've got one major hangover...OUCH!!" He was sick to his stomach and his vision was blurry to top off the horrible headache. "How come you got drunk? Then fell asleep in the sprinklers?" Bulma asked him. Vegeta shrugged. "I dun't remember falling asleep in the fountains." He said. He picked up his whisky bottle. "Uh oh. I guess I hafta go get more." He said. He tried to stand up but the sickening headache got the best of him. He fell on his hands and knees. "What's the problem, Baby? Hangover?" Bulma asked with a giggle. Vegeta growled. "No teasing me right now Bulma, please..." He said. Bulma grabbed his hand and yanked him to his feet. He leaned his head unmeaningly against her shoulder. "I'm gonna take you into our room and put you in bed, K? Laying down is the best way to get rid of those nasty hangovers." She wrapped her arm around the shivering cold and wet man and helped him walk inside.
Once they got to their room she layed him down in bed. He was sneezing and stuff. "I got a cold from the sprinklers!!" He exclaimed. Bulma put some tissues by his bed and then gave him some Advil for his horrible headache. "See what drinking gets you Vegeta? Bedridden." Bulma said. "You shoulden't drink to forget things. It doesen't work without consequences." She layed down next to him and buried her face in his nice- smelling neck.She was feeling much better now, except she'd have frequent sharp-pains and the nausea was still there, and some mornings she did throw up. But other than that she was perfectly fine. "I'm still gonna go buy more whisky tomorrow." He said. He closed his burning eyes against the hangover and attempted to take a nap. But it didn't come for a long time.

Vegeta opened the door to the bar. Everybody looked up at him as he stumbled on in and sat down on one of the little stools. "Gimme a hard liquor, please. Wait..better make it 3. Doesen't matter what brand." Vegeta said. One of the drunk men stared at him from the barstool right by him. When he got his beers he opened one and guzzled it down. It tasted really yummy. And it was already lifting his spirits. He imagined Bulma was going to be mad because he was drinking to solve his problems but he didn't care about her right now. It was just him and the beer.
About 5 hours later it was evening and Vegeta was still at the bar drinking. Little did he know that at home Bulma was worriying about her boyfriend. But he woulden't have cared anyhow. When he got up to leave he was so drunk that he staggered and fell on his face. "Ouch..." He muttered, getting up. He started to stagger around but was so drunk that he coulden't remember where Capsule Corporation was.

"Cupcake!!CUPCAKE!!" Bulma was yelling. But Veggie wasen't answering to any of her calls. She wanted to have sex with him or at least cuddle up and watch a good love story. But how could she if she coulden't find him! She'd looked high and low for her guy! Could he have turned out to be a deadbeat afterall? She was just thinking this when a peice of purple paper caught her eye on the ground. When she picked it up it was in Vegeta's shaky handwriting. It said,
Dear Babe..I went out to a bar to get a couple of drinks. Be back soon. Love, Cupcake or Veggie or Baby or whatever it is you want to call me.
Bulma smiled and hugged the letter. "Oh Veggie..I'll just hafta get your mind off your drinking problem with a little bit of sex." She said to herself. Then she sat on the couch and awaited for him to come home.

When Vegeta finally DID come home, Bulma ran up and hugged him around the waist so tight that he thought he was going to throw up. "*GAGG*-Whoa, woman! What's your problem?" Vegeta asked. He struggled and managed to strip her hands off of his waist. Then he grabbed HER and hugged her so tight her feet came off of the floor. "Oh, Baby....let's have sex!!"She said. "You know you want to!" She grabbed his face and started to hopelessley make out with the man. Vegeta growled and tried to push her back off of him. "Hey Hey Hey Hey Hey! What are you doing?" Vegeta asked. Bulma kissed him heartily on the neck. "I'm trying to have sex with you.." She mumbled. "Let's get in the shower-No! The bath! Let's get in the bath and make love!!" Vegeta tried to refuse but before he knew it Bulma had urged him into the shower.

They were both naked and in the shower, staring at eachother from opposite sides, Bulma staring down his rather big talent and him looking at her headlights. "My little pervert." Bulma teased, sashaying up and grabbing his bare package. Vegeta felt a feeling of pleasure at her touch, but didn't show it. She brushed her lips over his chest and kissed it. "We're in the shower...where people get clean. So let's get clean-OHH!" Vegeta said. Bulma squeezed the hand on his package a bit, and made him groan something horrible. "Let's make love now." Bulma said. "Or we can just sit here all day like this..your choice." Vegeta was now wildly batting at the hand on his crotch area and trying to get it off. The pleasure of his situation was invading his mind and all he could think about was how pretty Bulma was naked. "Let..go.." He groaned. Bulma slid her hand up his slick and wet stomach and ended up on his cheek. She slid her hand under his chin and began to gently stroke it. "Let go? Why?" She asked. Vegeta tried to pry her hands off again. "Because I don't like your hands there! That's why!" He said. Bulma began to fondle him, and he had objections to what he had just said. "O.K...you don't HAFTA let go..." He groaned. The hand that was stroking him under the chin slid down his beautiful body and met its destination where the other hand was, and before Vegeta knew it he was in so much pleasure that at that moment he might have actually loved this woman, even though he never would have admitted it.
After their little fondling session, They were standing up and making out with eachother visciously. "I love you...I love you SOO much.." Bulma kept saying as she made out with Vegeta. Vegeta was not saying anything to respond with her statements as he groped/macked. Several times when he rubbed his hand over her pregnant stomach a strange feeling would come to his mind, about the baby, about how maybe he could train it to be a great saiyan warrior. It was, after all, his heir.

After they mated again, Vegeta was laying on the bed in nothing but a pair of very tight shorts and Bulma was in a light night shirt. She was sitting by him and trying to figure out the calculations for the armor she was making for the rest of the Z Warriors. "What size does Goku where? Do you know?" Bulma asked him. She heard Vegeta scoff. "Why would I care what Kakarott's clothes size is? It's not like I look at him very much!!" He said. Bulma rolled her eyes. "Whatever. I'll just make him a 24." She said. "And I don't know WHAT about Krillin. I guess I should make him the same size that I make Gohan's, huh? I'm making you a 12 slim." Vegeta rolled over on his tummy and closed his eyes. "You ready to go to bed yet, babe? I'm tired." He said. Bulma yawned and set her calculations down. "I guess so. Lemme get up and get-"
As soon as she lifted herself to her feet, a horrible sharp pain bore itself through her pregnant stomach where the baby was growing at. She cried out in surprise and snapped herself back down to the sitting position on the bed. "What's the matter?" Vegeta asked. He sat up as fast as he could. "A sharp pain just ran through my stomach...where the baby is at." Bulma said. She stared at Vegeta for a second and then burst into tears. "Oh Vegeta! I'm so scared it's an ectopic pregnancy and the baby will die! Maybe human women weren't meant to carry half-alien babies! I'll bet that's it! I bet the baby will die!" She sobbed. Vegeta grabbed her and hugged her as tight as he could. "Hey, didn't Kakarott's woman carry Gohan for the full nine months? And does Gohan look dead to you?" He asked her, reassuringly. Bulma's sobs got quieter. "Yeah! But she's a much bulkier woman than I am! What if it dies in me because I'm so...skinny and small boned? And what if that tail gets in the way of something? I don't want my baby to be an alien!!" Vegeta's eyes widened. "Well.....can't you accept it? If the man you are so fond of is full alien than what do you think of him-er, me?" He asked. Bulma shrugged. "I dunno. I love you, and I know that much." She said. She tilted her head back and kissed his lips as fully and passionatly as she could. Vegeta returned her kiss. "Alright, now we can go to bed." Bulma said, breaking up their kiss and crawling in beneath the covers. She patted the pillow next to her and Vegeta crawled under the covers too, and layed his head on the pillow. Bulma pulled the lampstring and then kissed her Veggie's cheek. "Goodnight, cupcake. Goodnight, baby." She said. Vegeta said 'Goodnight' to Bulma, then kissed her stomach to play along that he wanted the baby. But he hated it. He hated it almost as much as he hated Kakarott.

That night Vegeta was shallowly awake, thinking about how he was to go Super Saiyan and kill Kakarott, when he heard Bulma whimper from besides him. At first Vegeta thought it was in her sleep; but when he listened to the little squeaks and things he realized she was most likely awake. He turned around to face her and saw that she was indeed awake; and she WAS crying into her pillow. "Bulma?" He whispered. She looked up with a tear- streaked face. "How long have you been crying without waking me up?" Vegeta asked. Bulma scooted over tworeds him and snuggled into his body. Vegeta sort of backed away like he was discusted. This comforting thing was still forgein to him. "Vegeta...I think our baby is dead." She cried. Vegeta felt happiness rush through his head when she said this. He felt like cheering, but instead he fakely inquired, "How come you think it's dead? Did you see it in a dream or something?" Bulma shook her head. "No. My stomach REALLY hurts. And it's not the normal nausea that all pregnant women feel, it's...different. It's like..a sharp pain mixed with an ache. And it won't go away! It won't just go away like the other ones did! It's still here, and it hurts, and I'm afraid the baby is DEAD-" She sobbed, crying into Vegeta's chest. Vegeta pushed her off of him. "O.K, O.K, don't have a mental breakdown. I'll help you downstairs and then I'll get you some milk and we'll see if that helps." He scooped her up baby-style and started to carry her down the big staircase. "What if it's dead, Vegeta? What will we do?" Bulma asked as he sat her down at the kitchen table. Vegeta just shrugged and didn't answer that question. "Now, if the pain doesen't stop when I give you this milk than I think It'd be safe to run you up to the hospital." He said. He gave her the glass of milk and then sat, tired, at the kitchen table and watched Bulma take a drink of the milk. But the pain wasen't residing. What if it never did until she had the baby? Then she'd hafta live with this terrible pain for seven months! She shuddered just thinking about it. "Baby...how about you take me to the hospital so they can run tests and see if the baby is dead or not, please?" Bulma asked Vegeta. Vegeta smiled cutely and nodded, then came over to her and picked her up. "Sure. Let's go. I'll go and tell your parents that I'm taking you." He said. Then he gently layed her on the couch and charged tworeds her parents room. But he wasen't anxious to see if the baby was alive. He was happy because he suspected that it just might be dead. His mind was totally wondered from the fact that the baby was half a saiyan and that's why she was having these pains.

"I don't see anything wrong with this baby. I see it's perfectly fine." Dr.Jenkins said as he gave her a sonagram. "It's breathing...it's functioning correctly...it's alive, Bulma. So I don't see what could be causing the pain. Are you still feeling it?" Bulma nodded glumly. "Unfortuately yes." She said. Vegeta was sitting in the chair next to the bed and watching the thing he loathed so much on the sonagram screen. Stupid heathen. It's causing Bulma pain, AND it's a discrace to my pride and honor. He thought. He felt lke shattering the sonagram screen. The doctor turned off the screen and wiped the gel off Bulma's stomach. "Nothing wrong." He said. "I don't see why you're having pains. Lemme run a bloodtest; there's many pregnancy conditions you could have." And he left the room. Bulma got off of the bed and stumbled over to Vegeta. "Oh Vegeta, what if the pain doesen't stop until the baby is born?" She said, clapsing her head into his lap. Vegeta pushed her head out. "It's saiyan side- effects. I just now figured that out. It's because the baby is halfways saiyan." He said. Bulma looked into his eyes. "You think?" She asked. Vegeta nodded. He was taken by surprise when Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged her boyfriend as tight as she could. "Oh Veggie I was so sad...but now thanks to you I know what it is. But tell me...will this last up until the baby is born?" She said. Vegeta shrugged. "Am I a woman? How would I know? You'll just hafta wait and see." He said. They let the doctor come back in and take a bloodtest so he woulden't suspect the supernatural, and then they left.
But they coulden't get back to sleep. Vegeta was having to lay in bed next to a woman who would only nag and whine to Vegeta about her stomach hurting. "Babe..GO TO SLEEP." Vegeta said. "I need to train a lot tomorrow so I'm going to need rest!!" Bulma hugged him about the waist and buried her face in his side. "I don't think I can take this, you know?" She said. Then she hugged him up to her. Vegeta nervously pulled away from her. "Don't get all wishy washy. You know I don't like that stuff." He said. Then he ignored her persistant whining and finally went to sleep.

After training for about three hours Vegeta came back into the house to find Bulma laying on the couch with the heating pad on her stomach. "Hey, baby." She said. Vegeta waved slightly and then sat by her feet on the couch. He patted them. "How have you been doing?" He asked. Bulma made the retard sign. "Isn't it obvious? My stomach still hurts." She said with no feeling at all. Vegeta noticed her gown was pulled up to just underneath her jugs and was instantly horny. But he remembered that he was trying to not have sex with her unless he absolutely needed it, like he had the night before. "Uh...how come you're not fat if the baby is inside of you? Most pregnant woman I've seen have big tummys. Yours is still about the same size." Vegeta pointed out. Bulma nodded. "Yes. It's because the baby isn't very big yet. By next month my stomach will start getting a little bit poochy." She said. Vegeta then grabbed the heating pad off her. "What's this? Does it...talk to the baby or something?" He asked. Bulma smiled and swiped the heating pad away from him. "No, silly. It's a heating pad. It makes my stomach feel just a little bit better." She constructed. Vegeta felt sorry for her because of all she was going through. "Hey..uh...I was wondering...would you like to go out with me again tonight? I know you're not feeling well, but..um..still, you'll like our date." He said. Bulma pushed herself to the sitting position with her petite arms and sat on the edge of the couch with the heating pad pressed tightly against her stomach. "No, sweetheart. I can't. If you felt like this you woulden't be able to get up either. I'm so sorry, though." She said. Vegeta looked at his feet sadly and turned his head away. "Well O.K. If you wanna be such a jerk and spoil what I had planned then, I guess you can stay home while I go myself." Bulma felt very bad for what she had said to Vegeta. "I'm sorry, Vegeta, but my stomach really hurts! I don't think I could survive the night...please don't be mad. We can have a gorgeous night here at Capsule Corporation! We can push my parents out!" A small smirk began to spread across Vegeta's handsome face. He turned his head back around tworeds her. "Okay." He said. Bulma leaned up and kissed him, then she went back to her laying down and moping.

That night Bulma had managed to run her parents out of the house so her and Vegeta were having a candle-light dinner. They were having a very good time. Bulma coulden't stop laughing at all that Vegeta was saying, and Vegeta coulden't stop laughing at what she was saying. Bulma took a drink of the champagne Veggie had bought for their evening. "I know! I was thinking that too!" She agreed. She reached across the table and grabbed Vegeta's hand. "Vegeta...I think maybe we should buy an apartment together whenever this baby comes, you know...so that we can have some time alone without my parents up our butts." Vegeta stared into her big blue eyes and just giggled a little. He didn't give her any response; he just took a drink of his champagne. She could tell that she had upset him and he needed reassuring. "Cupcake, I'm sorry. If I'm pressing it to hard on you then just tell me." She said. Vegeta smirked a little but still didn't answer. Bulma noticed just how handsome he looked without a decent shirt on. "What are you smiling for, huh?" She asked with a hint of a giggle in her pretty voice. Vegeta laughed, and spewed his champagne out his mouth. "Thanks. You just set me off again." He chortled. Bulma made a face at him and made him laugh even harder. Soon he could barely breath. "O.K, O.K, calm down." Bulma giggled. "It's time to get serious now." She walked over and wrapped her arms around the still- laughing Vegeta's neck and kissed it tenderly. Vegeta finally managed to get control over himself, but his face was red and there were tears coming out of his eyes. "Sorry. I don't know what came over me." He said. Bulma grabbed Vegeta's champagne glass and fed some to him like couples usually do. He gulped it readily and then pushed the glass away from his face. "Ahh.." He said. Bulma laughed and patted his chest. "Wanna go out on the balcolny? It'd be much more romantic...the night air, the wind,-" Vegeta giggled and whacked her playfully with a pillow. "Shush. You sound like a Shakespheare novel." He said. "But Okay. We can go out there if you want to." Bulma and Vegeta, with joined hands, walked onto the balcolney and sat down in the little chairs. "It's chilly out here tonight to not have a shirt on." Vegeta said. Bulma came over and draped her sweater over his shoulders. "Better?" She asked. Vegeta nodded and noticed for the very first time this night that she was only in a halter bra and very short shorts. He just wanted to grab her, strip off that halter bra and grope to no tomorrow. But he knew she'd probably have a little bit of objections to that because she didn't feel well but she would have welcomed it eagerly had she not felt bad. They were closer than the average unmarried couple. "Have you ever hung over a balcolny before?" Vegeta asked her. Bulma's face broke into a smile. "No I haven't. Why do you ask?" She asked him. Vegeta put a finger on his chin. "Umm...I don't know..maybe because you should TRY IT!" He said. He ran up and grabbed her around the waist playfully. "No, Vegeta, DON'T! NO!" Bulma shreaked with laughter in her voice. But before she could break free Vegeta had her draped over the railing by her waist. He had a tight grip on her hips though and she knew he woulden't let her fall. But it was scary just the same. "Vegeta! VEGETA! Pull me up!!" She screamed. Vegeta just smiled and lowered her down farther. Now his hands were placed sexually on her thighs. He decided he'd tease her a little. "Hm...Should I let her go or not?" He pretended to question. Bulma tried to pull up but she coulden't. "I mean it, Veggie! Pull me up NOW!!" She hollered. But she was laughing. Vegeta squeezed her thighs sexually. "You got some nice assets, now don't you?" Vegeta said. Bulma managed to find his hands and claw at them until he pulled her back up. She was redfaced from the blood rushing to her head. "You..IDIOT!" She yelled playfully, and hit Vegeta with the sweater. Vegeta squealed sarcastically and went to sit on the balcolny. Bulma decided it was her time to tease HIM. "So Vegeta...I see you like that balcolny.." She said.
Vegeta nodded. "Yeah, so? Of course I do." He said. Bulma put her hands on his waist. "So, what would you do if I just decided I'd TICKLE YOU and make you fall?" She asked. Vegeta cautiously grabbed her hands that were on his waist and pried them off. "I'm not ticklish." He said plainly. Bulma cocked her head. "You arent?" She asked. Vegeta shook his head. "Uh- Uh." He said. Bulma acted like she was thinking, but before Vegeta knew it her hand was up the sweater she had lent him to wear and tickling his tummy. Vegeta, who was in a state of shock, became smart and flipped himself forward instead of backwards so he was now writhing in helpless laughter on the floor of the balcolny. Bulma kept tickling him even though he wasen't up there any more to tease him. "Not ticklish, huh? You look to me like you are!!" She cooed to him as she tickled him to death. Vegeta was screeching with helpless laughter so he coulden't yell back an insult at her. "STOP!! PUH-LEESE!!" Was all he could chortle out. Bulma started tickling him with the other hand too. "Coochie Coochie Coo!!" She cooed to him somemore. Vegeta rolled himself up in a ball but he was laughing so hard that Bulma could just fight his weakining muscles and get to his stomach. When he rolled on her hands hoping his weight would stop her, she just tickled him like that. Soon tears were running down his cheeks. "PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! STOP TICKLING AND I MIGHT SPARE YOUR LIFE!" Vegeta chortled. Bulma was happy that she had him at her mercy. As she tickled, she bent down and kissed him. "Hmm..should I stop or not.." She teased. Vegeta now wasen't sure he could stand it anymore and he was getting tired of laughing. "STOP! I CAN'T STAND IT! PLEASE! I'M SORRY I DANGLED YOU OVER THE BALCOLNY, NOW STOP!" He screeched. Bulma now felt very sorry for him so she tickled him once more and then stopped. Vegeta was still laughing when she stopped tickling. "Vegeta, I stopped. You can quit laughing now." Bulma said. Vegeta rolled over on his back and looked at her face. Bulma saw his beet red face and the tears rolling down his cheeks. "Mercy." She said. Vegeta sat up, his stomach muscles tired from laughing like that. "You told me you weren't ticklish..but you look mighty ticklish to me." Bulma teased. Vegeta smirked. "Oh, shut up." He said. "You just caught me in one of my moments. Now, I could hang you over the balcolny-" Bulma stood up against him and tickled him under his chin with her finger. "Nuh-uh Uh! Remember? Tickle tickle tickle!" She said. Vegeta grabbed her hand and squeezed her wrist. "Yes, I remember. But what if I was to-" "Remember? Baby. You could hurt it if you tried because you might go to hard." Bulma said. Vegeta frowned and crossed his arms. "I'll find some way to get revenge, Bulma." He said. Then he sat down and watched her with funny eyes as he drank his champagne.

Later that night, the were laying in eachother's arms watching a movie. "So..did you like tonight?" Vegeta asked his girl. Bulma nodded. "Yes..but it made my stomach hurt worse when you hung me over the balcolny so thanks to you I'll be miserable tomorrow." She said to him. Then she kissed his lips. "You should have thought about that, you know." Vegeta slolwey nodded. "Mm..Hmm...I'm glad you liked tonight though." Vegeta said. Bulma snuggled in against him. Because it might just be the last date we end up having together. Vegeta thought.

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Hmm...mischevious Vegeta strikes again! I hope you reveiw for this chapter even if you've already reveiwed for this story before.