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Mother Knows Best

Chapter Four

Doesn't She Have a Servant?

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What Happened Last Time on Mother Knows Best...

... Soko now had her nose pressed to the glass, like a child. So her name was Bulma?

Walking backwards, she let the scene lose focus. After being dead for so many years, you get to have a low ki level, especially if you're not in either Hell or Heaven. Sighing, she let the darkness envelope her. So Fate led her back to her son! What great luck. Hmm .. it seems that this 'Bulma' and Vegeta are not mates after all... But they are attracted to each other!

Interesting. Soko thought before she felt the darkness take whole of her. Very, very interesting.

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She shut the door after that, blushing that she actually kissed the green alien on the cheek. She did grin slyly when she noticed that she made him blush too. Bulma liked Piccolo but Yamcha was the one for her. Her one and only!

Unknowingly to Bulma, Vegeta glared daggers at her. He saw everything - much to his displeasure. Then shook his head. Why should he even care? Growling, he went to train. Too much has happened enough today for him.

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Bulma hummed to herself. Today had been a great day, especially the part with Vegeta being so pink. Sighing, she couldn't believe she felt sorry for that jerk. After all he insulted her .. and on her birthday too! Moreover, she had seen him NAKED.

She shuddered wondering how she would ever get THAT mental image out of her head. ...not that she wanted to - wait, what? Bulma shook her head. No, no, Yamcha, think about Yamcha. That's it, Bulma ole girl.

Blushing, she looked at the mirror on one side of her room, trying to get her thoughts off the embarrassing predicament. She admired her gift. It was so beautiful. So majestic, so posh and so... her! It practically screamed royalty.

'He's so sweet..' Bulma knew that if the green warrior ever heard that he'd humph and fly off ... but at least he had more of a heart than Vegeta.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Twirling about Bulma giggled ... then rolled her eyes. Why was she acting like Goku? Then she broke into another fit of laughter that day at the thought of Goku twirling in front of a mirror and giggling like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Straightening up, she decided what she needed was a loooooooong bubble bath and a romance novel to go to sleep with. The bubble bath would suit to soothe her caffiene worn nerves, sleep to rest her overworked brain, and a romance novel to sigh about how that damned boyfriend of hers didn't even call!

Bulma wondered where Yamcha was. Looking to the clock it was way past midnight.

It's been such a long day. Damn Yamcha, didn't even have the dignity to even call and wish me a Happy Birthday! What sort of boyfriend treats the love of his life this way? I mean, even Vegeta was there - though, he wasn't the best part. Oooh, Yamcha! Hope he rots in his office!' she thought with contempt as she settled into the bathroom.

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Soko sat down, or rather sat and drifted. Since there was no floor (or ceiling)Soko had been accustomed to just floating about. When she first came here, she pined for her husband and child, and all the material pleasures. Soko again rolled her eyes. More of the first, though she didn't totally lack in wanting for the latter either. She was a Queen after all!

Laying back, she wondered more about this 'Bulma' .. Soko smirked. This woman had the Saiya-jin warrior spirit to say in the least. You could feel it in her ki, though it was very weak and low.

Soko rolled her eyes again. She was turning into her husband, always worrying about ki levels and power. Thank goodness his smirk was handsome as Oblivion! It could always turn her knees weak, and her senses pounding with heat. She smirked again. Oh yeah. King Bejita always did have that effect on the female sex ...especially her.

Snapping her head out of daydreams, she heard a sound. Something like... humming? Soko couldn't express the joy she felt then and there. Looking more closely, she saw what she hoped to see.

From what she looked at, she simply assumed she was in the blue-haired vixen's room, and simply scoffed. 'If I'm in the girl's room, then why are there so many clothes around the floor?' She shook her head in a motherly way. 'Isn't there a servant?' She made a note to mention it to the girl to kill said servant for allowing such a WRECK in her room.

She watched a refreshed Bulma come from the shower, stepping out, yawning. 'Perfect.. she's getting ready to sleep.. Now's my chance!' Soko thought with a very Vegeta-like smirk. Hey, Vegeta didn't get ALL from his father, you know.

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Bulma hummed a happy tune, before it was interrupted by a yawn. She looked at the mirror with one eye closed, watching it with one eye open. She could have sworn she saw something there.. a movement? Then she shook her head and hopped unto the bed. She was just paranoid.

'Damned right, I'm paranoid. It's past two for Kami's sake. I'm so exhausted! Ugh,' she closed her eyes and then opened the looked at the clock on her drawer. 'Vegeta's just gonna wake me up in a couple of hours for breakfast. Damned Saiya-jins.. I should just make a robot to make it for him. Hmm.. I think I'll do that (yawn) tomorrow. Oh well. That bath really soothed my nerves. Just what the doctor ordered..' She sighed happily as she let sleep overtake her.

Sleep. Just what she needed.

Unfortunately sleep wasn't what was in mind for her.

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TBC.

Stay tuned for a dream sequence!