Information: Bulma - 29, Vegeta - ?, Yamcha - ?, annnd..I don't know who else.

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Mother Knows Best

Chapter Two

I Am Horrified I Saw You Naked

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"WOMAN!!" The Prince of the Saiya-jin's roar caused the house to rumble as if in fear of the mighty Saiya-jin's wrath.

Bulma looked up tiredly from her desk at the doorway. She had been up all night working on new equations for a supplement to the GR, because 'his mightiness' needed to train as soon as possible and wouldn't leave her alone until it was finished. With the GR breaking down so often, she had to figure out how to have something to occupy the big idiot while she worked on stuff OTHER than the "Royal Agenda".

Hearing his roar, she attempted to ignore it. Nope. She wouldn't give in to his ludricrous demands today. It was always "Woman this" and "Woman that".

She DID have a name you know. She sipped some coffee and glared at the door again.

...It was Bulma, dammit.

Bulma Briefs.

She usually repressed the urge to argue back (which ultimately backfired, admittedly), since she already was tired enough. Being on caffeine runs all night wasn't helping her health. Being the prince's private engineer and co-director of Capsule Corp AND have a social life was beginning to show the efforts' strain on the world's most famous woman.

"WOMAN!!"

Ugh. What was she THINKING inviting THAT to live with her?

"Fate of the world, my ass. Next time androids or any crazy shit like that come around, FORGET IT!" She muttered, doodling on the side of her papers.

"DAMMIT, WOMAN WHERE ARE YOU?!"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT, VEGETA?!" She screeched back, and then groaned, rubbing her temples. "I need a vacation." She paused.

"Yes, Vegeta?" She said, knowing that the man was standing only a few feet from her. Call it a good sense of hearing, since she could practically hear his rough angry breaths being exhaled and inhaled.

"Woman... I demand you fix this. Immediately." His tone caused Bulma to look up in tedium. Her eyes widened.

There was Vegeta.

Pink.

All pink.

No. Joke.

Bulma at first couldn't process her brain for a second. Her mouth went slightly slack, her eyes dilated taking in the sight. Her fingers trembled. It seemed that just looking at him put her into a diabetic shock. She thought: Pink ... and that was when she made a fateful choice.

"Hahahaha! Oh my GOD, Vegeta. You look like a -a.." Bulma doubled in laughter. Vegeta continued to seethe and glare at her. How dare she laugh at him ... him so clad in pink.. Vegeta repressed the urge to strangle the blue haired human.

"Woman! Your stupid robots dyed my shirts this dreadful color! All of my shirts pink! They've even managed to dye my training armor PINK!" He growled out of frustration. Bulma simply laughed as loud as she could as tears began to roll down her cheeks.

"Oh, oh, Vegeta, oh god," she continued in her hilarium.

Vegeta started to tap his foot impatiently. A vein had popped out of his skin to say hello.

Bulma made a conscious effort to keep her laughter down and the vein seemed to calm a little bit.

A few moments passed before he opened his mouth and then Bulma couldn't hold it in.

"BWAHAHAHAHA!"

The vein was back and here to stay.

"If you're quite done, I'd like to have my own COLORING back sometime in this century."

Bulma wiped away some wandering tears from her eyes. "Okay, okay, I'm done now."

Vegeta watched her stonily. Glaring. Pissed could not even describe how he looked.

"No, no, really."

A harder glare.

"REALLY!"

"Hm."

Rubbing all her tears away, she giggled and got up, motioning Vegeta to follow her. Vegeta did, but covered his rosy shirt with big muscled arms as an, albeit pathetic, attempt at not letting anyone else see. Secretly, he was mortified. He knew better than to trust human machinery to properly wash his garments, especially service bots made by this idiot laughing at him.

Why did he ever accept to live here again? Oh, that's right.. the GR room. He bristled.

He'd BETTER get Super Saiya-jin for all this.

"How'd you get pink dye all over the clothing anyway?" She asked out of curiousity as they walked down the hall, intending to go to the laundry room.

"I believe this," he held up a piece of fabric in his hand by the fingertips, "is why," he spat. Bulma's eyes went wide as she stared at the dangling silk fuschia underwear that swayed ever-so-slightly in the Prince's grip.

She went red.

First from embarrassment.

Then from anger.

"GIVE ME THAT!" She made a move to grab it before it was lifted above her head, just high enough out of her grasp.

"Oh, too slow." Another swipe. He levitated to get more of a height.

"You're cheating. GIVE ME THAT BACK, YOU PERVERT!"

Swipe. "Aw, what's a matta?" He looked as sympathetic as a wolf to a lamb. "Can't reach?" Swipe.

"You." Swipe. "Friggin." Swipe. "Ass." She stopped and looked at him suspiciously.

"How'd my underwear get in your laundry pile anyway?" Bulma put her hands on the hips, arching a fine eyebrow. Vegeta went blank for a minute, as he remembered as if it were yesterday (when in fact, it WAS yesterday).

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::Flashback::

Vegeta had unceremoniously dropped an approximate 2 metric-ton load of clothing by the washer, staring at the contraption. Now, how to get this to work, he thought. The woman was out of town for some dumbass convention or whatever and there was no one in CC that could stand up to him without pissing their pants and fainting to do his laundry.

So. He was left to do it himself.

Peh, he thought. A Prince doing his own laundry. What a disgrace. If his father could see him now. He glared at the contraption, willing it to work or else it would rot in HFIL.

Nothing happened.

He started looking around the laundry facility, grumbling to himself about bumbling heiresses and a lack of respect for royalty when he paused as something caught his eye. In a basket far to the right something PINK caught his eye. He narrowed his eyes and snuck closer as his eyes went wider with each step.

What WAS it? It was such an ugly color and yet... he was attracted to it for some reason.

He picked it up daintily, scrunching up his nose. It was small, with two big holes on each side. He stretched it out and it flew out of his grasp against the wall, his eyes widening. He went to retrieve the object before looking around to see if anyone had noticed. He let out a breath of air and investigated the object closer. He brought it to his nose and his pupils immediately went darker and dilated.

Oohh, whatever it was, it smelled nice. He clutched it closer, rubbing it against his body absently as he lost himself in the moment. Mmm.. musky.. and rich.. and-

"Oh Vegeta!" He suddenly straightened and threw the piece of paltry fabric into the contraption, whirling around to see the Woman's mother coming towards him with an everlasting smile.

"There you are! I was looking all over for you."

He guarded the hiding place nervously. "Eh?"

"Oh, are you doing your laundry?"

"Uhh.."

"Perfect, let me help you!"

"NO!" He came off too sharp and she stopped in her tracks, looking blindingly happy and confused. "I mean, uh," he shoved a bunch of clothing into the hole to cover up the wonderfully-smelling pink thing he discovered. "There. Now you may do it, slave woman." He smirked, arms crossing his chest before walking away confidently.

"Heh heh heh."

::End Flashback::

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Vegeta blinked and looked superior as if she was an idiot. "How am I supposed to know how you screw up things?"

If looks could kill, Vegeta would've been sparring in HFIL by now. He changed the subject as she started to swipe for her underwear again.

"THIS, however," he angrily thrust her underwear away from him, enjoying her plight, "is the reason THIS," he motioned to his pink self, "happened." Bulma stopped her efforts to look at him more closely.

"...how'd your hair get pink?"

"My what?"

So caught up in this new revealment, she took the chance from the distracted Vegeta and grabbed her underwear before running towards the living room. "HA! Sucker!"

Vegeta forgot about what she said immediately and pursued her, determined not to be bested (even if he didn't really WANT the thing that caused this in the first place).

Bulma laughed, thinking she outran him before realizing he was gaining on her with ease. "DAMN," pant, "SAI," pant, "YA," pant, "-JINS!" She tripped over the carpet, hands outstretched, and watched with horror as the underwear flew in the air.

"Ha!" Vegeta grabbed the underwear in mid-air, about to dance in triumph, before he could, Bulma grabbed a hold of the other end of the undergarment, stretching it out to a good foot and a half.

"Let GO, you absolute PERV!"

He snarled at her, not prepared to let go without a fight. He had won it fair and square, and as revenge, he would gloat on the matter forever. Their struggle had soon led them to the entrance of the living room when Bulma began to take in account how dark it was. Vegeta was more preoccupied getting his prize back.

"What the heck? Vegeta did you..-" Her sudden unsureness loosened the grip on the underwear as she became aware of the darkness in the room. Something was wrong. The midget in pink growled as he pocketed the small object in his pants.

"I do nothing for you, Woman!"

Bulma scoffed, letting herself be distracted from the situation. "Nice attitude, douche-"

"SURPRISE!!!" The light was turned on, to reveal a crowd full of people with birthday cones on their head and whistling papers in their mouths.

Bulma gave a shriek and jumped against the wall. Goku and the Z Fighters were there. Then almost immediately, Bulma got on her feet and looked around her. Big blue and purple ribbons were everywhere.

There above the doorway, was a big sign 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BULMA!!'.

She gasped.

"All this for.. me..?" She questioned almost to herself. Everybody laughed and nodded. Then a big grin spread over her features. She ran up to the nearest person and hugged them.

"Awwww! You guys!" Bulma cried. Vegeta rolled his eyes at the gushing sound the female made. Goku, however, smiled down at her, pleased that she was happy.

"Glad you like it, Bulma!"

"Happy Birthday, Bulma!" Krillain said.

"You're awesome, Bulma!" Tien grinned, giving a thumbs up. She gave it back and grinned.

"Ahem.." Came the coughing in the background. Bulma almost slapped her head. How could she forget Vegeta? The Z Fighter's attention immediately went from Bulma to Vegeta. Then they all fell down from laughter.

Vegeta looked annoyed. 'How dare they laugh like that?.. Impudent fools.. I should have destroyed this worthless mudball that likes pink so much..' He glared at them all, silencing very few. Only now did he notice in full brightness that EVERYTHING was pink.. even his hair. Wait, what?! 'MY HAIR!!'

"AGGHHH!! MY HAIR!!" Vegeta fumed as his hands went to his hair, causing everyone to laugh harder again. Growling loudly.. he looked down.. fearing the most... 'oh no..'

"Have you no MERCY, Kami?!! THAT WAS MY TAIL!!" Yes, even poor Veggie's tail was pink. That's when he ran upstairs at Saiya-jin speed and locked the door with a loud slam.

Goku wiped a tear from his eye. "That was the best laugh I've had in days!" He grinned. Bulma nodded, letting the fact that Vegeta also slipped away with her underwear slide as well. She'd get it back.. somehow.

Krillian tried to keep his composure straight as he attempted not to roll around the floor with laughter. "How'd he get all.. pink like that?"

Bulma glowered, remembering the underwear and forced a shrug. "I dunno.. I think his clothes were dyed by accident by the 'bots. I don't even WANT know how it spread to his hair and tail." To tell the truth, Bulma felt sorry for him, despite their latest conflict. She knew more than all of them, that pink was the despised color of the Saiya-jins..well, Vegeta anyway. She sighed. She scanned the room, noticing only a few weren't there.

"Where's Piccolo? And Yamcha?" Bulma asked as she sat down.

Goku and Krillian shrugged. Piccolo? Who knew.. Yamcha? Working?

She frowned but decided to let it slide. For now. She would deal with Yamcha later and have fun now.

For the rest of the day mostly consisted of eating, dancing, laughing, eating, happy reunion, eating, sparring (not counting Vegeta since he was in his room still), and eating. Most of the eating was done by the Saiya-jins (excluding Vegeta once more).

Yamcha didn't make an appearance at all that day, nor Piccolo. Sighing, she knew what lame excuse Yamcha would use on her.

'Aww.. Babe.. It was work.. they got me tied up..'..Yeah right..' Bulma fumed quietly as she mimicked what he would say. I mean, the guy doesn't even have a job. How long is he going to use that excuse on her? Still, she was loving this day. She couldn't believe that she had forgotten her own birthday though. Had she been working that hard?

Grabbing a slice of cake, she thought of Vegeta. Then looking down at the measly slice of cake, she decided to take a platter of twenty instead for a 'light' snack for the Prince of Saiya-jins.

'More like Pink of Saiyajins..' she started to laugh outloud again, causing the stares of many of her friends.

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Vegeta fumed as he paced back and forth for most of that time. He stopped only to hear vague sounds of laughter and music downstairs. He glared at the floor, hoping they could feel it's icy power.

They continued to laugh. Maybe even harder? Or was it Vegeta's imagination? He snorted. As if anything could be imagined in his mighty noggin. They shall PAY for their insolence.

He then looked down at his tail, and looked at his reflection in the mirror. All the Saiya-jin glory.. stripped away from him.. He might as well be called the Pink Monkey.

"And I just GREW THIS TAIL BACK!" He patted his mauve tail, determined NEVER to have it chopped off ever again. If he had his way, it'd always be there forever. It sprang back to life thanks to the Woman (loosely on the thanks, that is) and her scientific formulas. However, now he was rethinking ever letting anything remotely of hers near him.

He sighed and examined his pink body. How did it ever come to this?

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::FLASHBACK::

Vegeta was whistling a little song in the shower as he rubbed the underwear all over his body, making sure to rub very vigorously on his head and to coat his tail with the thing.

...Then he made sure to put the pink panties lower and lower until, Vegeta, was in the shower for fifty minutes -- doing God knows what.

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Well he sure learned HIS lesson. Never do THAT again! ...Well, most of it anyway.

Glaring at his reflection in the mirror for a couple seconds more, before rushing himself into the bathroom for a long shower to wash off the pinkness.

Ripping his shirt and pants off and discarding them on the floor, carefully putting the underwear in a drawer (he did fight a good battle to keep the blasted thing after all). He turned back and pointed his finger at the offending pile and blasted it to HFIL, determined never to wear the articles again. Satisfied with the result, he shut the door behind him.

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Bulma faintly heard the sound of the shower, but ignored it as she came closer to Vegeta's room. She knocked lightly on it, hoping that she wouldn't meet the fury of the Prince of Saiya-jins. Even though she was beautiful and a genius, she wasn't stupid enough to not know that Vegeta was angry as HFIL.

"Vegeta?" No answer.

"Veg-gee-ta.." She said in a singsong voice. "I've got cake.. Sorry for everyone laughing at you for you being soo.. soo.. pink.." Stifling a giggle, she kept a straight composure.

"Vegeta?" Still no answer. She opened the door gently and placed the cake on his dresser. Looking around the huge room, she didn't see any sign of Vegeta anywhere. Maybe this was a good chance to get her underwear back discreetly. She brushed past the ashes on the floor, oblivious to the danger she walked into. She scanned the room for the hot pink panties and warningly called out, "Commmeee onnn, Vegeta. Stop being a baby."

"Vegeta?" Bulma asked as she got to the bathroom door, and steam was rising from the cracks. Knowing she was taking a big step, she lightly knocked on the door, only for it to be opened wide before she could touch the wood.

Vegeta looked at Bulma.

Bulma looked at Vegeta.

And then both looked down.

Bulma's eyes went into shock, and gasped and opened her mouth to scream. Vegeta raised his hands as a threatening gesture as if to strangle the woman before realizing what was going to happen and covered his ears.

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TBC...