As Promised, here is my update! (Sort of short, cause its CHRISTMAS TIME and Ive been busy shopping and buying into the commerciality of the holiday.....BUT, no worries! You'll get a nice surprise... ^_~

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-Da Bomb3-- It's been a while since I'd been on fanfiction.net, but I do believe I had this at a higher rating, due to some plot twists I have running around my head, but since I've been gone, they took away NC-17..... If I post any NC-17 chapters, I'll let you guys know ahead of time, and place an alternate chapter up for those of you who aren't into reading that stuff. ^_^;;
*Thanks to all you guys who reviewed!! Keep it up! If you have anything you'd like to see in the story, lemme know, and I'll see what I can do! ^_~
ENJOY!!!!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!!!! (This is my present to YOU!)

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Bulma reached the kitchen door. She reached for the knob, turning it. Locked. Red faced, she tried the knob again, muttering. I'll get that fucking penguin back for this.. she looked to the left, eyeing the chin-level window. Bloody hell. Standing on tiptoe, she budged the window open. Gripping the grooves with her toes, she hauled herself onto the ledge, her torso hanging in the kitched, her rump saluting the pine trees.


Who the hell do you think you are?


Her head jerked up, eyes wide. A sullen looking young man sat in a chair at the center of the room, scowling at her. There was no mistaking that face, a younger and more handsome version of his father's, though decidedly more cross.


Uhm... ah.. She wiggled her hind quarters through the window, and maneuvered to her feet. I'm Bulma. Bulma Briefs. Better try and start this out right. Er... as right as one can, entering through a kitchen window. She held out her right hand to him expectantly.


He looked at her disdainfully, keeping his arms crossed, silent. Bulma lowered her hand. She took a deep breath, cooling her temper. She smiled. I assume that you are Vegeta. I was hired by your parents to----


Silence, woman! I am Vegeta no Ouji, and you will address me as such. Woman.


Her jaw fell open. Face red and eyes narrowed, she stalked up to him, hands on hips. He looked down at her bare muddy feet and sneered. Aiming her finger at his nose, Bulma gritted her teeth. Listen, you pompous overbearing sonofabitch! I didn't come all the way out here to listen to your bullshit, so you can just stick it up your ass with the stick that's already there. She glowered If you have issues' I suggest you take them up with your father, NOT me. I'm just here for the money. That wasn't entirely true, about the money. She loved her job, but she was sensing that this man was going to be more than she had bargained for.


His black eyes flashed dangerously. I suggest you remove your finger before I break it off.


Her eyes widened. She stepped back a few paces. He smirked. She folded her arms under her breasts, raising an eyebrow in challenge. Lets see you get out of that chair and TRY it.


Obviously, he couldn't. Vegeta no Ouji was bound to the wheeled chair that allowed him to move without the aid of his now useless legs. Her taunt had hit its mark. Envelope in hand, she left the room.


Walking through the hallway, she opened the parcel. Inside was a single key, presumably to her bedroom. A small handscripted note was rolled around the key.


Miss Briefs,
I and my wife will be visiting the lodge three weeks from today. We look forward to observing the progress you will have made.
-Vegeta no Ouji XVII


THREE WEEKS??????? Bulma stared in horror at the slip of paper. How much progress would three weeks produce with that stubborn, infuriating, high and mighty twerp? She swallowed. She didnt know what was going to be worse. Spending a three week battle with the younger Vegeta or facing the wrath of the older one. Sighing, she folded the paper and walked toward the spiraling wooden staircase.


A button was positioned beneath a silver light switch, at the base of the staircase. Curious, she looked around to make sure the butler from hell wasn't lurking somewhere in the shadows, she pushed it. The steps flattened, creating a high, spiraling ramp. Pushing the button again, it returned to its orginal state. In order for Vegeta to wheel himself up the ramp, he would have to have had incredible body strength.


Shaking her head, she walked up the stairs and over to the door with a note addressed to Miss Briefs' attached to the handle. If she was going to make any progress by the time the no Ouji's arrived, she was going to have to start now. But first, it was time for a bath.


~~~DUN DUN DUN!!! It's time for a bath scene..... I'll let you drool over what my scheming little mind is plotting for THAT one. ^_~ Stay tuned for another action packed update! ^_^;; Sorry that this was so short, just think of it as half of the next update.... thought that one will be much longer. This one is just an appitizer!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~