Hola! What's up peoplez? I'm back for Chapter…10? OMG!! CHAPTER 10!!! IM SO EXCITED!! LETS HAVE A PARTY!! *party* Lol. I forgot one thing from the last chapter. I forgot to Congratulate Aoi Megami for being the 50th reviewer!! Thank you guys soooo much! I know you guys are probably just dying to see what happens next, so on with the fic!!!

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Chapter 10 – Arguments, and Accusations

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          Bulma growled as the beeping of the alarm clock awoke her from the sanctity of her dream. She reached out and threw the appliance across the room, hoping to end its tirade of bleeping and succeeded.

          She was about to drift back to sleep when her phone rang. She groaned once more and lifted it from the cradle; she was definitely not in a good mood right now.

"What," she growled into the phone.

"Well good morning to you, too." She heard a chuckle and immediately the frown on her face diminished.

"Vegeta, it's—" she turned to look at her clock before remembering that it was still lying on the floor somewhere on the other side of the room, "…too early to be calling me."

"I thought it was quite convenient, actually," he said.

"Oh, shut up. Anyways, what do you want?"

"Well…" there was a slight pause, as she waited for him to continue. "Let's skip school," he blurted out finally. She was confused.

"What? We can't do that! I—you—but—"

"I'll be there in ten."

"Make it five," she said before hanging up. She sat upright, realizing that she wasn't dressed. She cursed to herself as she jumped into the shower.

She tried to take a hurried shower, but as soon as she stepped out she heard the doorbell. She wrapped a towel around her damp body and ran down the steps, almost slipping on the floor. She flung the door open as he stepped inside.

He eyed her with a smirk, "Hmm…woman, are you trying to tell me something?"

She rolled her eyes and slapped him playfully, "Get your mind out of the gutter." She dashed up the stairs, calling back to him, "Give me ten minutes." He rolled his eyes, muttered something to himself and took a seat on the couch.

Fifteen minutes later, he was still waiting. "Woman," he called, ascending the stairs, "I'm coming upstairs." He heard her reply from her room but couldn't make out what she had said.

"What," he asked, coming into her room.

She appeared from the bathroom, putting an earring in. "I said, I'm coming," she said.

He looked her up and down, smirking to himself. Her outfit consisted of some short shorts, and a cute cropped t-shirt.

"Let's go," he said, pulling her out of the room.

"Wait," she wined, "I have to get my shoes."

"It doesn't take this long to put your shoes on," he retorted.

"Well, you like it, don't you?" She took his silent smirk for a yes and proceeded to put her shoes on.

"Okay, now let's go." He grabbed her arm, but she stood in the same spot.

"Why are you in such a hurry, Veggie," she asked sweetly.

"Don't call me that," he said.

"Well?"

"Let's go," he said once again. He looked at her, realizing that she wouldn't move without an explanation. He decided to try something different.

Without warning, he leaned down and kissed her gently, but she saw through it.

"Sorry, Vegeta, that won't—" Before she could finish he had swept her up into his arms and was literally carrying her down the stairs.

"Well," she sighed, "I guess this works too…"

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          Chichi, 18, Goku, Krillin, Radditz, Brian, and the rest of the team stood in the parking lot, awaiting the arrival of Bulma and Vegeta.

"Where are they," 18 mumbled under her breath.

"That's it," chichi determined, taking out her cell phone, "I'm calling her." She tapped her foot impatiently as it rang. She jumped up, "Bulma! Where are you?"

(Okay, this might be a little confusing, but just remember, Bulma and Vegeta are at the mall, and Chichi and 18 are in the parking lot at school.)

In the meantime, Vegeta and Bulma had decided to do a little shopping. "Oh, hey," Bulma clamped her hand over the microphone and mouthed, Chichi and 18 to Vegeta as they walked through the mall.

"Uh huh…Oh uh…I don't know where Vegeta is." He grumbled something to himself. "He's not here, though. Where's here? Oh, I'm shopping."

"What!" Chichi screamed, "You're shopping? You mean…you're skipping school?"

Bulma nodded, "Yup."

Chichi heaved a sigh of frustration, "Bulma Briefs! I can't believe you! Here, 18 wants to talk to you." She handed the phone to 18 and crossed her arms, a scowl plastered onto her usually sweet face.

"Hey Bulma, you wanna do something tonight," 18 asked.

"Sorry, 18, I've got…plans. Maybe some other time, okay?"

18 was about to say something when Bulma said, "You know what, 18, O really have to go, so I'll talk to you later," and with that she hung up.

18 stared at the phone for a moment before mumbling, "Thanks Bulma," and snapping the phone shut.

She looped her arm through Vegeta's and was pleasantly surprised that he didn't protest. They were walking when she suddenly stopped. "Oh my god. Vegeta do you see that dress? I have to have it!" She dragged him into the store, demanding she have the dress.

"If you get me the dress, I'll wear it for you tonight," she whispered into his ear. He liked that thought, but wasn't exactly sure.

"I want to see you in it, first," he demanded.

She smiled, "You'll just have to use your imagination." He finally gave in and bought it for her.

In a few hours, both were burdened with bags, and Bulma was still pointing out stores. Vegeta looked at his (very expensive) Rolex watch, "I think it's time to go," he said. She pouted, but complied as they walked out to his car.

About halfway there, they were met by some reporters who just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

"Mr. Ouji? Ms. Briefs?" Vegeta tried to avoid the man but could not succeed. He slowly turned to the short man.

"Is it true that you two are skipping school?" he asked, holding a recorder up to Vegeta's face. When he didn't answer the man fired another question.

"Are you two dating? How long? When is the wedding? How many children are you expecting?"

Bulma stepped up, "Okay, first of all, there is no wedding, or children, and second," she leaned close as if about to relay some secret, "It's none of your business," she stated finally. She turned on her heel, picked up her bags, and walked to Vegeta's car.

The man followed close, still demanding question after question. The two put the bags in the trunk and proceeded to get in it.

"Mr. Ouji, one more question." By this time, a cameraman had arrived and was taping everything.

Bulma saw Vegeta's arm twitch, as if he was about to hit the man, and she touched his arm and he glanced at her. "C'mon Vegeta, let's go."

"There are some rumors going around about some previous 'girlfriends' of yours. They say that you just use your charm on a girl into bed then dump her."

Bulma could tell he was struggling to stay in control as the man continued his tirade of accusations.

"Is it possible that you're just using Ms. Briefs? Does she have any idea about your past? Have you even mentioned any of this to her?"

"Vegeta, come on, let's go," Bulma whispered. He was clenching and unclenching his fists, and breathing hard. "Vegeta…?"

"Maybe you're just trying to—"

"Excuse me, sir, but I think this is enough," Bulma finally said, turning to face the man, but she was too late. Vegeta finally couldn't hold himself any longer and had whirled around and hit the man, right across his face.

Bulma gasped as the man fell to the ground. She ran to Vegeta's side, placing herself between the two men. "Vegeta, stop," she whispered, holding him around the waist.

The reporter, meanwhile, had gotten up and was now preparing for a fight. "Okay, let's go."

Bulma found herself roughly pushed aside as Vegeta again went for the man. She looked peculiarly the reporter; he wasn't supposed to fight back!

 The man swung and caught Vegeta in the face, cutting a deep gash above his eyebrow with his ring, but it didn't slow Vegeta down. He swung at the man swiftly, catching him in the stomach. He doubled over in pain and Vegeta brought a swift blow across his face once again.

"Vegeta!" Bulma cried, throwing herself at him. "Stop, please!" She begged.

"Get out of the way, woman," Vegeta growled.

The cameraman was having a field day, walking around in circles, trying to get the perfect angle on everything, trying to capture every moment.

"No, Vegeta, I won't," Bulma determined, placing herself between the two men. She looked at Vegeta; blood was trickling slowly out of the corner of his mouth and sliding down his head from the gash above his eyebrow.

She then turned to the reporter, who now had blood dripping from his nose. His eye was also starting to turn a deep shade of purple and was starting to swell.

She took a deep breath and tried not to scream at both of them. "Sir, I believe this is enough. I do not wish for either of you to be hurt, so I will ask you to please step back."

Vegeta still had a deep frown on his face and she had to hold him back.

"Don't you ever talk about me or my woman like that again! I swear I will find you and beat the shit out of your fuckin' ass, you fuckin' asshole…"

"Vegeta," Bulma whispered, "Come on, let's go."

He tried to get around her but she held him. "Vegeta, come on." The reporter and his cameraman had now turned away and Bulma placed her small hands on Vegeta's face, forcing him to look at her.

She wanted to say something, but no words came. She just stood, searching his face. He silently leaned down and touched her lips lightly with his. She frowned slightly as she tasted his blood as it seeped from his lip.

She ran her tongue across his lip and he smirked. He finally pulled away.

"We need to go," he stated. She nodded and climbed into his car. He started it up, revved the engine and drove away.

"Vegeta…" Bulma glanced over at Vegeta as she spoke. "I—I want to thank you, for sticking up for me like you did. You probably could have found a better way to do it, but…thanks."

He sniffed, "I was just tired of that guy talking shit about me. And besides—" He turned to look at her, a grim look on his face, "I'm not like that anymore."

She smiled, "I never thought you were."

They went the rest of the way in silence. When they arrived at Bulma's house, she got her bags and walked into the house.


          "Vegeta," she turned back to him before he drove off, "Why don't you come inside and I'll take care of those cuts for ya'." He shrugged, shut off the engine and came inside.

She directed him to a chair in the kitchen as she was looking for the first aid kit. She reached up in a very high cabinet, and then had to bend over to look in a low cupboard, and finally found it.

"Alright," she said, walking over to him. She tried different angles, but just couldn't get in the right position to do exactly what she needed to, so she finally had to straddle his lap.

He smirked and she glared at him, "Don't even think about it," she warned.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Bulma shouted, not thinking about who it might be.

"Bulma Briefs, where were you today? 18 and I were looking for you all day! I don't know what you were thinking, leaving us like that, but—"

Bulma looked up to see a very shocked Chichi and 18 standing in the doorway.

"Uh…Chi? Maybe we should come back another time. Maybe when Bulma's not so…busy," 18 suggested.

Bulma jumped up, "Guys, c'mon, it's not like that. He got in a fight, gosh." They glanced at her suspiciously before turning with a humph from the room. "Guys," Bulma called after them.

She stopped them at the door. "Gosh, you guys, what is your problem?"

"He's our problem!" 18 snapped. "We used to be best friends, but now all of a sudden you're ditching us for him! And you won't even admit that you like him!"

"You want me to admit it? Fine. I LIKE HIM! HAPPY?!" Bulma just couldn't understand why her friends were being so ridiculous! She wasn't ditching them; she just wasn't spending her every waking moment with them.

She glared at them angrily. "Just because I'm not with you 24/7 you think that I'm ditching you? I just spent a couple days with him!"

"Don't lie to us, Bulma! We know he was at the mall with you today! And you're probably going out tonight, too, right?" Chichi accused.

Bulma was taken aback but only for a moment, "Yeah, so what? We can still hang out! I'm still your friend!"

"Bulma, we're only trying to help you," Chichi said softly. "He's…he's not the best person to be hanging out with."

"Chi, watch the News tonight. You'll understand," she said, before turning back to the kitchen. She heard the front door close as she slumped against the wall.

"What's their problem?"

She looked up with a start, she almost forgot that Vegeta was there.

"Nothing, they're just…being my friends."

"I'm leaving," he stated, rising from his chair.

"Wait!" She stood, not wanting him to go. "Why don't we wait a while? I don't really feel like going out right now. How bout we wait an hour."

He eyed her suspiciously. "What did you have in mind?"

"Let's just…" she thought for a moment, "Why don't we just be lazy. You know…watch some TV…just be lazy."

He contemplated for a moment, "Fine."

She jumped up, "I got remote first!"

"Yeah right, woman!"

They both ran for the living room, trying to get to the remote first. Bulma managed to grab it, but was immediately tackled by Vegeta. The two of them fell onto the couch, and Vegeta grabbed the remote from her. He sat up, straddling her waist, holding the remote high over his head like some trophy.

She pushed him onto the floor and snatched the remote from his hands. She got up, trying to scramble away, but he grabbed her ankle. He pulled her back, and tried to snatch it from her but she threw it across the room. He jumped up and grabbed it, and she finally surrendered.

She climbed on the couch, and waited for him to join her. He sat down next to her and started to flip through the channels.

"Wait," she said, sitting up. He turned back and the two watched in awe at the scene unfolding before them.

"…and in other news, Vegeta Ouji, and Bulma Briefs were spotted in a shopping center today. Unfortunately, Mr. Ouji didn't take too lightly to our scene reporter's questions."

It showed a clip of the short man shooting question after question and finally Vegeta hit him. They showed the two of them fighting and Bulma saw herself breaking it up. She turned her face away.

"Aww, man, I look so messed up," she mumbled into the pillows.

"I didn't think so," Vegeta stated. She dismissed the thought as just a consolation, not realizing how blunt and straightforward he was being.

"Oh, c'mon, look! My hair needs brushing, my cheeks are flushed, my make-up needs fixing, and my lips…!"

"Woman, there's nothing wrong with your lips!"

"They're just so…pink! It looks like I'm practically begging someone to kiss me!"

"Is that so?"

"Yes! You can't see that? Look, they're saying 'kiss me'!"

He leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled back. "How did I know you were going to do that? Ha! See I was ready this time!"

He leaned back and pretended to be interested in the television. He watched as he threatened the man and he smirked, watching Bulma try to hold him back.

"…don't ever talk about me or my woman again! I swear I will beat the—" They bleeped out his swearing and he smirked at his nasty mouth.

"Your woman, huh?" Neither of them had realized that he had said that before, but Bulma was curious.

He shrugged, trying to dismiss the thought, but she wouldn't let him.

"Since when am I your woman?"

"Since now." He leaned over and caught her lips this time. She smiled, deepening the kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he slipped his thick arms around her slim waist.

After about an hour, the couple finally ended their steamy make-out session. Bulma had decided to make something to eat, but didn't know what to make, so they ended up ordering pizza. They sat down on the couch, watching themselves on the news once again, making comments, when the phone rang.

Vegeta reached over and picked it up, since he was closest and growled into the phone. "What."

Bulma smacked his arm lightly and climbed over him, snatching the phone from him. "Who told you to answer my phone," she scolded him. "Hello?"

It was Chichi and 18. They had seen the news and wanted to apologize. They apologized over and over for being so jealous and said that they both approved of him, as if she needed their consent. She had assured them, more than a few times that everything was all right and she forgave them, then she hung up.

She looked at her watch, "Oh my gosh! We have to go!"

"Oh, now you want to go out?"

"Yes." She said, "I'll even put on that cute little dress you bought me," she smiled. He finally relented.

"I'll pick you up in…45 minutes."

"Okay."

She dashed up the stairs to get ready, but she was still upstairs when he returned. He sat on the couch, waiting for her.

She finally descended the stairs, and smiled her picture perfect smile, and he couldn't help but crack a smile.

Her dress was a long, beautiful midnight dress, with swirls of diamonds decorating the whole thing. It was very form fitting, and showed off her beautiful curves. It was a halter-top on one side, but had a strap on the other.

She had her hair up in a high ponytail with soft curls cascading down onto her shoulders. She had a beautiful diamond bracelet on one wrist and diamond earrings in her ears. She had on some nice perfume, and all in all, she looked like a princess.

He offered her his arm and she took it as they walked out the door. She was pleasantly surprised to see not Vegeta's car, but a long, black limousine waiting for her out front. She smiled up at him.

"Going all out tonight, huh?"

"Why not?"

They got in and she snuggled up against him. "So where are we going?" She asked.

"It's a surprise," he whispered.

She rolled her eyes and waited to arrive. When the limo finally pulled to a stop, she found herself in front of the most elegant restaurant for miles around. She gasped as he escorted her in.

As soon as they walked in, they were led to a small table in the corner. The lighting was dim, and it was a very romantic atmosphere. They ordered and waited for their food.

"Vegeta Ouji? Oh my gosh, it's really you!" They turned around to see a girl, not much younger than themselves, gaping at them. She was blond, and very slim, and Bulma had to admit she was pretty. Her clothes were a little skimpy and sluttish and Bulma could tell she was trying to catch someone's attention.

"Will you sign an autograph for me? I love you!" She handed him a napkin and a pen and he signed it for her. Bulma wanted to tell the girl to back off, but she maintained her manners.

"Thank you so much!" She turned and walked away, switching her hips as she did. Bulma sneered as he watched the girl with amusement.

"I get that a lot," he said haughtily.

"I'm sure you do," she mumbled.

He turned to her, "You're not jealous, are you," he smirked.

"Jealous? Me? Never! Why would I be jealous?"

"Don't even try that, woman. I saw those dirty looks you gave that girl."

"Puh-lese, she doesn't have anything I don't. I'm more beautiful than she'll ever hope to be. I'm rich, I'm famous, what more could a girl ask for than my life?"

"To be out on a date with a man as charming, rich, famous, witty, handsome, and craved as me."

She snorted, "In your dreams."

Their food finally came and the two enjoyed a perfect evening. Just as they were leaving, Bulma heard someone call her name.

She turned around only to see Yamcha coming up behind her. She didn't know what to do. Should she ignore him and just go with Vegeta? Should she ditch Vegeta and go running to Yamcha?

She wasn't sure she was quite ready to go running to Yamcha, so she went with her other option. She turned her head and put her nose in the air, walking out to the limo with Vegeta.

They drove off and she saw him come running out of the restaurant, undoubtedly searching for her. She dismissed the thought and enjoyed the rest of the evening.

After Vegeta dropped her off at her house, she undressed and climbed into bed, her mind savoring the events of the evening.

Suddenly, the phone rang. She rolled over, sleepily, and picked it up.

"Vegeta, what do you want," she wined.

"Vegeta? What's he doing calling you in the middle of the night?"

"Who is this?" She was suddenly wide awake.

"It's Yamcha."

She tried not to sound embarrassed. "Oh, uh…hi."

"I saw you with Vegeta this evening," he said. "What were you doing?"

"What? I don't mean to be rude, Yamcha, but this isn't 20 questions. What I do and who I do it with is my business, not yours."

"Bulma, he's not such a great guy. I know what he's done and what he does to girls like you—"

"Yamcha. I know what he used to do and what he used to be like, but…he's different now. I—I'm sleepy. Goodnight." And with that she hung up.

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That's it! Chapter 10! Wow! 13 pages! Wasn't that good? Lemmie just letcha know, the next chapter is gonna be sooo good! You won't want to miss it. Something really significant actually happens! Will Vegeta fall for Bulma? Will she fall for him? Will he win the bet? Will she find out? You'll have to wait for the next chapter to find out! *Insert evil laugh here* BYE EVERYBODY AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!!!

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