PLEASE don't shoot me! I know I promised I'd update sooner... but I couldn't! All hell broke loose around here lately.. as if my life wasn't complicated enough as it is! *sobs* Ah well.. Here's the much awaited Eighth chap.. hope ya enjoy!

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Heroes

Chapter 8: Underneath your clothes

Warnings: A bit of citrus

Rating: R

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Last time, on "Heroes"...

*Then again, I couldn't guarantee a stray blast wouldn't 'accidentally' hit your pathetic excuse for a planet. Of course, if that's a chance you're willing to take.* Vegeta's words swam around in her head, and for one of the few times in her life, Bulma was terrified. She couldn't let that happen!

"No... I'll fight."

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~*You're a song*~

The silence in the room was deafening. Each occupant stood staring at the blue haired woman.. the same woman who had only seconds before seemingly sealed her own fate. No one dared speak No one, that is, except a fiery black haired princess.

"YOU? You honestly think YOU could fight ME? Have you completely lost your mind?" Chichi exclaimed, before bursting into a fit of manaical giggles.

"And why, pray tell, is that so hard to believe? You had to train to get to where you are. I'll train too. With the strongest man in the universe teaching me, why WOULDN'T I beat you?" Bulma snarled back. She directed her attention solely on Vegeta however when she called Goku the strongest.

~*Written by the hands of God*~

With a look of pure murderous rage, Vegeta launched himself at Bulma. This time, however, there was no unseen force. This one was VERY seen.. and felt. Had you been Vegeta, of course. He slammed into the wall, sending debris flying everywhere. When the dust settled, her rescuer became known, much to her surprise.

"I told you once to stay the fuck away, Vegeta. I won't tell you again. If it costs me my life, then so be it"

"A lucky shot human. Rest assured, it WILL be the last." Vegeta growled as he fell back into a battle stance. Yamcha quickly followed suit, , but a hand on his shoulder make him quickly stand upright again.

~*Don't get me wrong*~

"One month Vegeta. There won't be a fight today. Not if you want this sick little game of yours to happen." Bulma stated coolly, her eyes burning orbs.

"Feh. You'd need more than a month." Vegeta replied arrogantly, before walking quickly to the balcony, Chichi following closely behind. He grabbed her quickly, and took to the sky, much to the relief of the room's other occupants.

~*This might sound to you a bit odd*~

"Have you lost your mind?!?" Both Goku and Yamcha screamed simultaneously.

"What was I supposed to do? I couldn't just let him destroy the Earth! Not over ME for Kami's sake!"

"I don't care Bulma! Do you realize how much you have to learn in a month's time? I don't know if even GOKU can teach you that much so quickly!" Yamcha exclaimed.

~*But you're the place*~

"No... actually... I think she could do it. You'd have to help me Yamcha.. but I think we can get her up to at least Chichi's standards. She hasn't trained in forever either, actually. Of course, I'm sure Vegeta's planning on working with her, but between us, I actually think it's possible." Goku replied, his expression thoughtful.

"Were you dropped on your head as a baby?!" Yamcha screamed aloud.

~*Where all my thoughts*~

"Actually.. yes, I was." Was the only reply he was given.

With an exasperated sigh, the three glanced around the now-demolished room.

"I hate to point out the obvious, but I don't think you'll be sleeping in here for a little bit. I'd let you stay at my place, but unless Goku's gonna let you sleep with me Bulma, there's no room." Yamcha stated, earning him a slight growl from the Saiyan male next to him.

~*Go hiding*~

"Well.. We can stay in one of the guestrooms, I suppose. Yamcha, you're more than welcome to stay too. If you've got to be here for the next month, there's no point in you having to make the commute. Especially with all the room we have here." Bulma offered.

"I might just do that. Provided you don't mind, of course." Yamcha replied.

"Of course I don't mind!" Bulma cried.

~*Right under your clothes*~

"I wasn't talking about you." Yamcha laughed, followed closely by Bulma, and finally by Goku, who still looked as though he hadn't gotten the joke.

"Ok ok, let's find somewhere to sleep. Trust me Bulma.. you're gonna need it. You've got a loooong day ahead of you." Yamcha said between peals of laughter.

~*Is where I'll find them*~

"Uh huh, you do B chan." Goku agreed hastily.

"Ugh! It starts already! When are you two gonna figure out I'm not a little girl?" Bulma asked, but her protest was cut short by a loud yawn. "Ok, that one snuck up on me.. Maybe I'm sleepier than I thought." Bulma stated as she attempted to stifle yet another yawn.

~*Underneath your clothes*~

"Uh huh, that's what I thought. I'm gonna go grab something to eat. I'll just pick a room and crash I guess. You two sleep tight." Yamcha called as he raced out the door, in the direction of the kitchen.

"Sleep? Who said anything about SLEEP?" Bulma said, a mischievous tone to her voice.

~*There's an endless story*~

"Ohhhh. Well then, let's find a bed QUICKLY, shall we?" Goku muttered, before lifting Bulma gently into his powerful arms.

"Goku, that has to be the smartest thing you've said all day." Was the murmured reply he received. As quickly as possible, he carried the blue haired woman down the hall, and into the guest room at the end. He closed the door behind him with his hip, and walked over to the bed.

~*There's the man I chose*~

(A/N: Sorry to interrupt guys, but I need to make an apology really quickly... I WAS going to make a lemon for right here, but another idea came to me instead... I'm apologizing for the people that KNEW there was going to be a lemon.. sorry to disappoint you!! Now.. where were we? Ah yes! I remember now!!)

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~*There's my territory*~

Yamcha stood in front of the large bay window in the kitchen. His eyes roamed over what part of the Capsule Corp. compound was still visible in the quickly retreating sunlight. He watched the yard until the sun had completely set, and all had been swallowed in darkness. Then, with a small sigh, he clicked off the light switch by the door, and wandered slowly out of the kitchen, and to the stairs. He walked swiftly down the second row corridor, and to the room at the end, a room that he had occupied several times before. He turned the knob slowly, and entered the now lit room, his brain so clouded with worry and thought that he failed to notice the soft pants coming from his left, and the steady squeaking of the bed in the pitch black room. He leaned over to flick on a light, and screamed as the brightness filled the room.

~*And of all the things I deserve*~

As did a very busy Goku and Bulma.

"Holy shit!! Holy shit!! Shitshitshitshitshit!" Yamcha cried, his eyes still locked on the pair of lovers sprawled out on the bed in front of him.

In one swift movement, Goku shifted his weight, and threw himself over Bulma, their naked bodies covered by nothing more than a thin, sweat soaked sheet. He gave Yamcha a warning growl, and the smaller man paled visibly.

~*For being such a good girl honey*~

He gulped once, muttered another string of curses, and sped from the room. He stopped about halfway down the hall, his pale face now burning a deep crimson color.

"Yamcha! Don't move! We're going to have a little.. chat!" Bulma called from behind the closed door.

~*Because of you*~

Yamcha paled again.

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~*I forgot the smart ways to rhyme*~

"Of all the rooms in this Kami forsaken place, you just HAD to pick the one we were in!!" A very unhappy Bulma screeched.

"You act like I did it on purpose or something!"

~*Because of you*~

Goku covered his ears as the two screamed back and forth.

"Will you two PLEASE SHUT UP?!?" He roared suddenly, and both offenders fell back into their seats, shocked at the violent outburst from such a normally loving man. "Sorry, but you were hurting my ears!" He exclaimed cheerfully, his hand scratching gently at the back of his head as he gave his trademark grin.

~*I'm running out of reasons to cry*~

"It's ok..." The blue haired woman murmured, followed by a quick agreement from Yamcha.

"Yamcha, that room's mine and Bulma's, let's not have a repeat of tonight, k? Bulma, I'm sure Yamcha didn't MEAN to walk in on our.. activities. Let's just head BACK to bed now, ok? You really do need to get some rest if you plan on going through with this." Goku said calmly.

~*When the friends are gone*~

"Yeah, I'm going through with it! I soooo can't wait to kick that bitch's ass!" She exclaimed, before quickly covering her mouth upon remembering that Chichi was STILL Goku's wife.

"Heh. don't worry, I can't wait to see you do it either." Was the only reply she received, however.

~*When the party's over*~

Bulma leaned over to scratch an itch on her leg, causing the top of her robe to fall open, revealing the tops of two, in Goku's opinion, perfect breasts. He inhaled sharply, and had to literally force his hands down, for fear that he'd latch on to her, and take her right there on the kitchen table.

Yamcha must have noticed the change in Goku's behavior, or perhaps it too was Bulma's lack of covering. Whatever the case, he turned a bright red, and excused himself from the table.

~*We'll still belong*~

As soon as he was out of sight, Goku lunged across the table. For over an hour, the only sounds heard were soft moans and pants, and two strangled cries that rang out through the silent house, each mingling into one.

After that, all was silent, with the exception of one final statement..

"You do, of course realize, we have to buy a new table..."

~*To each other*~

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Likes? No likes? Wanna beat me with a rubber chicken? Lemme know! I'm not exactly thrilled with the way this chap turned out.. but.. I guess every writer's gotta have ONE chap they don't like, right? Ahhh well..

Sooo... How'd you guys like the name change? Poll time! Who thinks I should stay Vegetas-Princess.. or who thinks I should go back to Gokus-Princess.. I can't decide! Help me out on this one!! Love ya!! Till next chap!!

~*Chante*~