Disclaimer: Do I really have to do one of these? They seem so...blah...and they kinda seem pointless when y'all know I obviously don't own any rights to DBZ. ::sighs:: Oh well.

Author's Notes: Well, here's the third installment to this story, hopefully y'all will like this as much as I enjoyed writing it. And, if you have any story ideas that you would like to see me give a try...I'll be more than happy to do so! I'm open to input and am willing to try anything at least once.

Chapter Three: Business Trip...

"Hey Marron, could you get me a copy of those files for this deal?" Bulma glanced at the older woman and grinned.

"Yeah, what files do you need?" Looking over at the younger woman, Marron smiled then looked at her nails in thought.

"The information about the company and price ranges of their last attempts at merges with our people."

"Alright, how did your date go yesterday?"

"Huh?"

"I heard you had a date, how did it go?"

"Badly, he stood me up but I'm cool with that. I had a support group in the coffee house."

"That's cool." Walking away, the older woman rolled her eyes then smiled at Vegeta when he came in through the door. "Hey sexy man."

"What?"

"You got anything planned for tonight?"

"Yup, I plan to work until I drop."

"Darn, I was hoping you'd be free."

"Sorry babe, I'm going to busy working." Glancing at Bulma, he grinned then walked up to her desk. "Hey, you look awake this morning."

"I should, I got a full night's sleep."

"Sure you did."

"I did. And I wanted to thank you for talking to me last night...I needed the company."

"No problem. Got any problems with your computer today?"

"Not yet."

"Great, tell me if you do have any."

"I will."

Yamucha dropped a pile of papers on her desk, interrupting them. "Boss man says you have to go over these for him."

"Boss man gave me a different job dear, try again."

"Look, you're needed to finish these papers for the deal you're working on, I promise that I'm not lying."

"Fine." Picking up the papers, she looked them over then sighed before looking up at him. "I'll get to work on them."

"Great." Looking her over, he grinned then leaned closer. "How would you like to go out with me tonight?"

"How would you like to have this entire stack of papers shoved up your nose?"

"I'll take that as a no."

"Good idea."

Vegeta laughed softly when the other man walked away then looked at her. "You're a cold woman."

"Thanks, I try."

"How soon do you think we have to get started on this project?"

"I dunno."

Goku came into the room with a huge grin on his face. "Great news, I'm sending the two of you out to meet our client. You'll be leaving tonight for Montana."

They stared at him in shock then looked at each other.

"Sir...are you crazy?"

"What?"

"Why are you sending us out tonight?"

"Because our client is hoping to meet you tomorrow."

"Oh."

"I've booked the two of you into a good hotel that is close to the company."

"A hotel..."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing sir...just wondering if you were speaking properly."

"Don't start with that boy, you better do your job right."

"Yes sir."

"Bulma."

She looked up at him questioningly.

"I'm trusting you to get this deal underway."

"Yes sir."

They were on their way to Montana within a few hours.

Clenching her fingers into fists, she tried to ignore the flight then glanced at Vegeta, who was flirting with a flight attendant. "Hey..."

Looking back at her, he lifted a brow then continued flirting with the attendant.

She sighed and closed her eyes before falling asleep slowly.

He glanced at her again and shook his head sadly before taking down the attendant's number. "Thank you, I will call you."

"I'm sure you will."

Grinning, he stuffed the number into his pocket then closed his eyes as well.

She was wide-awake for the landing and trying not to start hyperventilating as the plane touched down. Flying never agreed with her.

He was waiting for her by the gate then walked with her to get their bags. "You ok?"

"No...I hate flying."

"Then why did you agree to going?"

"Because I don't want to lose my job."

"Sounds like a good reason to me."

"Thanks, I thought it was smart."

"But if you're uncomfortable flying then you should have let someone else come with me."

"Oh no, he would have been very angry if I had said I wasn't going to do this job."

"Ah."

"I felt fine once the plane landed anyway."

"Great, now I don't have to comfort you."

"Not that you could comfort me."

"You doubt my abilities?"

"Yup."

"That's cold."

"I know."

"Really cold, I'm telling you that you have serious issues with hurting my feelings."

"Thanks, I was rather proud of the effect I had on men."

"Now that is another thing altogether."

"What?"

"Your effect on men."

"True, I don't affect them very much unless I threaten to hurt them."

"Now that isn't true."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but we can discuss this later."

"All right."

They arrived at their hotel sometime later. The next day they got ready for their meeting with the new client.

Bulma smiled at the older woman in front of her then glanced at Vegeta, who was still pissed that the woman had totally ignored him. "So you're determined to make this merger work?"

"Yes I am honey. If this works then I will have successfully completed my plans for this company."

"And you've done great from what I've read about your company."

"Thank you dear, I've been working on this company for a long time."

"I'm flattered to be allowed to deal with you on this merger."

"I've been honored to have a dedicated worker such as yourself with me."

"Thank you ma'am." She smiled again.

"I don't get it. It always worked before."

"Hey Vegeta, you'll be fine. There's a first...or second...time for everything."

"You don't understand. Very few women actually ignore me when I turn on the charm."

"Maybe you put on too much charm."

"How could I do that?"

"I don't know."

"You're not very helpful."

"Sorry."

"In fact, I don't know why I'm talking to you about this. You have no men skills whatsoever and you haven't dated since you were nineteen."

She blinked several times in shock.

"You've never had an orgasm before in your life and I'm willing to bet that the reason your ex boyfriend beat you was because you were a frigid bitch in bed."

Staring at him in disbelief, she lowered her gaze then got out of her seat and walked away.

Watching her, he swore then got up and followed her. "Bulma, I'm sorry."

She walked faster, tears running down her face. "No you aren't. You're just like everyone else, an asshole."

"Come on, I didn't mean it."

"Didn't you?"

"Well...not all of it."

"See! You automatically assumed that I was an ice queen when it came to sex."

"Sorry."

"And this is all because I won't sleep with you."

"Well...it's definitely part of the problem."

"Why? Because I'm not loose and I don't sleep with everyone?"

"No."

"Then what reason did you have to say that?"

"Because I want you and you keep brushing me off, no matter what I do."

"Then maybe you should try a different tactic."

"Right, what would work to get you?"

"Try something different and new."

"Something new huh?" Grabbing her arm, he spun her so she was facing him then grinned before lowering his mouth to hers.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she lifted them to his face and tentatively touched his cheek.

Slowly breaking off the kiss, he reluctantly released her bottom lip then smiled against her lips. "Was that different enough for you?"

"Yes." Opening her eyes, she met his gaze then smiled again.

He lowered her to her bed and slowly nibbled along her neck, biting and nipping her skin as his lips traveled downward. Fingers flying, he unbuttoned her shirt then pushed it off her shoulders before lowering his mouth to her skin again.

Panting softly, she tangled her fingers in his hair and arched her back upwards as his tongue teased her collarbone. This was so right...she couldn't believe that she had turned him down so many times before. Why had she turned him down in the first place?

"Woman...we need to stop this." His breathing was ragged and his voice was harsh as he spoke.

"Why?"

"I don't know." Nipping down her tummy, he darted his tongue into her navel then started working her skirt down her hips. He smiled when he got her skirt past her hips then ran a hand over her belly. "Cute."

Blushing, she put her hands over her belly to hide it. "I have a few flaws."

"No...you're perfect."

"Hardly but thanks anyway."

He sighed then stopped working on her skirt. "You really know how to ruin the mood don't you?"

"Yeah." Smiling sadly, she pushed him off of her and pulled her skirt back up before rebuttoning her shirt. "And I finally realized why I kept turning you down."

"Why is that?"

"Because you're a liar."

"When did I lie to you?"

"Just now...please go away."

"Fine." Walking to the door, he looked back at her then sighed before leaving.

Feeling tears welling in her eyes, she flopped onto her bed then cried until she fell asleep.

He got a little drunk that night but was fine...and not alone the next morning. In fact, he came out of his room at the same time she was coming to wake him up.

"Hey Vegeta, I wanted to talk to you about last night."

"I..."

"I'm sorry for calling you a liar...you never have lied to me...unless I missed something during one of our conversations."

"No...maybe..."

Her eyes narrowed slightly then her eyebrows shot up as she studied him carefully. "Did you get drunk last night?"

"Yeah."

"You look like hell."

"Gee, thanks."

"And you've got hickeys on your neck."

"No I don't."

"Don't give me that crap, you have hickeys on your neck and I can see marks where someone was digging their nails into your skin."

"Ok..."

Shaking her head, she backed away from him then walked off, trying not to cry.

Watching her, he frowned then sighed before going back into his room to check the damage done to his body. The woman who'd come back with him was already gone but the bed-sheets were still rumpled from their activities.