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So she wished for a perfect life and happiness...but then again, who didn't? Everything she had known was changed from before and...she was lonely. Sighing, she pushed away her paper and pencils before leaning back in her chair. "God...why do I keep doing this to myself?"

"Hey woman, you've got mail from the front."

Looking up, she snorted and caught the letter thrown to her. "Thanks Vegeta, I'm sure this is all about getting fired."

"Who knows what it's about." Sitting on the edge of her desk, he waited for her to open the letter then groaned and looked away when she lifted her eyebrow. "Jeez Bulma, I didn't realize you were that private about your mail."

"Well, I happen to be very private when it comes to my mail, who knows, it might be something good."

"Right."

Rolling her eyes, she opened the envelope and took out the paper inside of it. "Wow...and I thought I was anonymous in this company."

"What is it?"

"Dunno...one of the computer geeks probably did this as a joke."

"Hey, I am one of those computer geeks."

"Sorry...maybe I should be more conservative with my stereotyping?"

"Probably."

"Wanna get off my desk?"

"Nah, I find it comfortable."

"Get off."

"Gonna make me?"

"Don't start with me right now."

"Come on woman, it couldn't have been that bad."

"I think it was very bad and cruel. Now get off of my desk."

Sliding off her desk, he leaned against it and met her gaze. "You hate men don't you?"

"You bet, they're all assholes. Women are bitches and kids are brats. I'd rather not have anything to do with anyone."

"What a wonderful plan for life."

"Thanks, I thought so myself. Now move."

"What was in the letter?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"No."

"That's what I thought. You, my good man, are the epitome of asshole male qualities."

"Damn straight."

"Now leave."

"Sure thing." He turned to walk away then glanced back over his shoulder at her. "You need to get laid or something, I've never seen a woman half as uptight as you."

"Go away." She threw a paper ball at his back then returned to her work with a sigh. "Damn him."

Whistling softly between his teeth, he returned to his computer then grinned as he signed online.

"What the hell?" Seeing the IM screen appear on her screen, she clicked on it then read what was written. "No I'm not busy tonight. Who the hell?"

His grin grew as their conversation progressed. "I'm going to get you good this time woman."

"Hey Vegeta, what're you doing?" Marron walked over to his desk and leaned over the smooth surface, her low neckline allowing her breasts to spill out.

"Nothing, go away."

"Nothing? Really?"

Shutting his laptop, he glared at her menacingly then looked up in time to see Bulma stalk away from her desk. "Dammit. What do you want?"

"Dinner, maybe you over at my house tonight."

"Maybe sometime later."

"Not fair."

"Hey, I'm not a fair type of guy."

"Vegeta, some asshole's been messing with my computer and I can't get it to work." Bulma stopped by his desk then glanced at Marron. "Or are you too busy to help me?"

"Never too busy to help anyone."

"Great, help me get the damn thing running so I can finish working."

"No problem." Getting out of his seat, he nodded to the other woman then followed her swaying hips all the way back to her desk.

Turning around, she almost collided with him. "Hey, don't kill me here."

"Sorry." He shook his head to clear it then sat down in her chair. "Now then, what happened?"

"It just died on me all of a sudden and I was typing up a report."

"Ok..." Pushing back in the chair, he smiled quickly at her then got under the desk and started messing with the wires. "Try it now."

Sighing, she reached behind her computer and hit the on switch. The screen flickered to life, causing her to smile. "Thanks."

Staring up between her legs, he wished she wasn't wearing a skirt. "No problem." Sitting up, he hit his head on the bottom of the desk then smiled dreamily at the thought of what he could be doing at the moment instead of rubbing the bump on his head.

Moving out of the way, she let him out from beneath her desk then sat in her chair and opened her files. "Thank god, it saved before it turned off."

"If you have anymore problems don't hesitate to ask."

"I won't." Smiling at him, she felt an unfamiliar fluttering in her chest then looked away before getting back to work.

He returned to his desk and opened his computer. "Whoa..."

"Oh my god...is this guy serious?"

"Shit...how am I going to pull this one off?"

"A date...tomorrow night. He'll be wearing casual clothing and waiting outside the coffee shop. Wow...I hope I don't disappoint this guy."

"Man...she's going to freak if I show up there for her."

Playing with her hair, she bit her lip then sent her next message.

"God...she's cruel." Typing in his reply, he wondered if she would figure it out and try to beat the shit out of him. However, he wouldn't mind if she was straddling him and punching him. Her underwear were delicious. Nice black and lacy, not very concealing. Something he never expected out of her.

She came to work the next day with a smile on her face and her hair slightly limp from the rain.

He slid out from beneath her desk and lifted a brow when he saw her coming. "This isn't good." Sliding back under there, he watched her move around then her take a seat and scoot in. "Oh man." Groaning, he lifted the edge of her skirt then fell back against the front of her desk.

She wasn't wearing any underwear today.

"Man...that is so cruel."

"Hey Marron, have you seen Vegeta? I needed to see if he'd check out my computer today so I wouldn't lose any files."

"No, he went on a coffee break sometime ago and hasn't returned. Truthfully, I wouldn't be surprised if he took the new secretary down to the copy room."

"Yeah...that's a guy thing."

"You bet...although I wouldn't mind joining him in the copy room."

"Of course not." She moved forward more when the other woman walked away then lifted her skirt and resettled it on her legs. "My god...I can't believe I forgot underwear this morning."

"Neither can I." Watching her fingers tease the edge of her skirt, he seriously debated taking the new secretary down to copy room for a blowjob.

"Well...if he isn't going to show up, then I'll go find him."

He almost fell forward when she spread her legs to stand.

"Hi Goku...what do you need?"

"Papers for tomorrow."

"Ok...when do you need them?"

"One hour."

"Shit."

"Fuck that." He couldn't control it anymore.

Her eyes snapped wide open then slit slightly in pleasure as a pair of warm lips traveled along the inside of her thigh. "Oh...my god."

"Oh my god...she tastes like sugar."

Watching Marron walk by again, she smiled weakly then gasped when those lips reached her clit and an equally hot tongue snaked out to flick over the sensitive nub. Spreading her legs more, she moved forward until she was almost off the chair then started typing as best she could.

He groaned loudly and sucked harder, his fingers digging into her butt as he went stronger. Lapping up her sweet juices, he could feel her orgasm starting and her body quivering with excitement.

"Bulma, Goku needs to talk to you about those reports. Now, in his office." Yamucha banged his fist on her desk, causing both of them to jump.

Swearing softly, he rubbed his head then swore again when she started to peek.

"Right now. He's going to bitch if you stall any longer."

Narrowing her eyes, she fixed her skirt then got up and stalked away.

Looking around first, he slid out from beneath her desk then walked to his desk. Unfortunately he was paged also.

"Hey Vegeta, Goku wants you in his office too."

"Shit."

"I heard you were down in the copy room, was she any good?"

"Who?"

"The chick you were with?"

"Sweetest tasting woman I ever had." Smirking, he walked by the scarred man and into Goku's office. "You rang?"

"Good, now that both of you are here why don't you take a seat?"

Fidgeting nervously, she sat down then crossed her legs tightly.

Shooting an amused glance in her direction, he slid into his seat and lifted a brow. "So what's up boss man?"

"We've got a big client hoping to buy into our company and from the reports I've received, this client is looking for top quality workers."

"That counts her out."

"Vegeta!"

"What?"

She glared at him then met her boss's gaze coolly. "So why do you want to talk to us?"

"Contrary to what your associate thinks, you are one of the best workers in the company and sharp when it comes to difficult deals. Radditz told me you helped him on the Jones Reports."

"Helped sir? I did them for him because he said they were just practice."

"You do that well with things you consider practice?"

"Well...sometimes."

"Good, very good."

Clearing his throat, he sat up and caught his boss's gaze as well. "And why am I here sir?"

Goku smiled in bemusement then looked down at the file on his desk. "Another factor I picked up on in this deal was the number of female employees under this particular client."

"Sir?"

"There are none. In fact, the only woman working for the entire company is our client. You came highly recommended among the woman for being a smooth talker and fast worker when it comes to getting them to do what you want them to do."

"Uh sir...I don't know how that could be of any use to us."

"I'm getting there. As we all know the only woman in this company, besides the new secretary because she was getting my coffee today, that you have yet to seduce is Miss Briefs here. The only reason I'm putting you in a team is because I trust her not to sleep with you on the job and not to get in the way when you charm our client into completing the deal."

"Oh."

She was almost in tears by the time she hit her desk.

"Come on Bulma, I didn't mean anything by not trying to sleep with you."

"That's not why I'm crying."

"Then why?"

"Because everyone automatically assumes that I don't have a life and I have no sexuality whatsoever."

"I wouldn't go so far as saying you didn't have any sexuality...you just hide it well."

She burst into tears and walked away from him.

Yamucha stared after her then stopped by the shorter man. "What's wrong with her?"

"Something that has to do with being sexually active."

"Oh."

"And she doesn't have a life."

"Isn't that the truth? I heard she went home to her cat every day and never leaves her house until work the next day."

"Wow."

"Hadn't you heard that?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I have better things to do with my time than listen to gossip."

Stifling her sobs, she eventually calmed down then washed her face and returned to her desk. "I'm going home, I have a date tonight."

Vegeta choked on his coffee and looked at the clock. "Shit."

"Don't swallow so fast, you might kill yourself." Patting his back, she waltzed out of the building.

Marron passed right by her and blinked before stopping at his desk. "What's with her?"

"She's got a blind date."

"Oh...she's going to be stood up."

"Don't tell her that."

"Wouldn't dream of it. I think it'll do her some good."

"That's not a very nice thing to say."

"Why? She's the one who comes in here every day with a cheerful smile and never a bad moment. I'm tired of not seeing her depressed."

"You really missed her display of depression an hour ago then. She was crying up a storm."

"Damn."