Hey people. This is what happened…I started this story on one computer, but then I didn't save it on a disk, so it stayed on that computer, which was at my friend's house, so I eventually had to start the story again. Sorry it took so long, but I promise I will get the next chapter up ASAP. 2 weeks max.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything…not Victoria's Secret, not DBZ, nothing. That's pretty pathetic, huh?

Chapter 12 – Doubts

Bulma yawned and stretched her arms out across her large bed. She smiled, recalling the other occupant on the other side. She reached out her hand to touch him, but felt nothing but the soft silk sheet.

She sat up. He was gone, replaced by a flat area, and an eerie silence.

She stood up, gliding over to the window. His car was still outside, so he must still be here, she reasoned to herself.

She stalked down the stairs and found Vegeta sitting on the couch watching, of course, football.

She sat down next to him and kissed him softly.

"Good morning," she said cheerfully. "…Well, I'm going to go take a shower, 'cuz I smell horrible."

He mumbled an agreement and she smacked him lightly. "You're supposed to say, 'you always smell good', or something like that, " She laughed, ascending the stairs.

"Yeah right, woman," came his sarcastic reply.

After taking a long shower, and taking her time getting dressed, Bulma made her way downstairs.

She was dressed in a cute, cropped t-shirt, and some short denim shorts.

She waltzed into the kitchen and decided to fix herself something to eat.

"Vegeta," she called, "Do you want something to eat?"

"If you're cooking, no," he said.

"Ha ha, very funny." She shouted back.

After contemplating it for a few moments, she finally decided to get some cereal.

Once she finished that, she stalked into the living room once again.

"Vegeta," she said innocently, "will you take me to the mall?" she questioned, taking a seat on the couch beside him, her finger running in lazy circles across his muscular chest.

"You don't need me to go to the mall," he replied, not taking his eyes off the television.

She pouted and stood up, placing herself in front of the TV.

"Woman," he growled.

She smiled angelically, "Yes?"

"Move."

"No."

"Woman…"

"That's not my name, you know?"

"I can't see the TV—"

"That's the idea."

He sighed in defeat and crossed his arms across his chest.

She smiled lightly at his boyish behavior and walked seductively toward him, placing herself on his lap. "Veggie…please?" She wined.

He scowled, "Don't call me that."

"Plllllleeeeeeease?" she begged, giving him the puppy dog look.

"Fine."

She kissed him excitedly, "Thanks, Veggie, you're the best." She jumped up and ran to get her purse.

Vegeta reluctantly removed himself from the couch and turned the TV off. He grabbed his keys just as Bulma was coming down the stairs.

"Okay, I'm ready, let's go." She stated, happily.

He mumbled something incoherent and walked out the door. As she climbed into his car, her cell phone rang. She slammed the door shut and pulled it out of her purse.

"Hello?" It was Chichi; she was wondering what Bulma was doing.

"Oh, nothing, just going to the mall…again. Oh, I'm sorry I can't today. Maybe tomorrow, okay? Bye."

She flipped the phone shut and stuffed it back into her purse.

They rode the rest of the way in silence and finally pulled into the parking lot of the gigantic mall.

Bulma placed her sunglasses on her face as she stepped out of the car.

She walked over to Vegeta, "Hey," she whispered, "Lighten up."

She kissed him passionately. He pushed her against the car, situating his hands on the car on either side of her head. He pulled back.

"I am," he smirked.

She ducked under one of his arms and started toward the large entrance. "Yeah, okay," she said sarcastically to herself.

They entered the food court and Bulma giggled as she heard Vegeta's stomach.

He started toward a McDonalds, and she followed. They got to the counter, and Bulma had to laugh at the expression on the man's face as he tried to keep up as Vegeta told the man his order.

"Vegeta, slow down, gosh," Bulma said, placing a hand on his arm.

"I can't help it, woman, I'm hungry."

"You just ate at my house, like, an hour ago!" She exclaimed.

"That was a whole hour ago," he replied.

"You're starting to sound like Goku, now," she laughed.

He rolled his eyes and continued ordering.

"Well," she said, "I'm going to go sit down." She started to walk off toward a large table.

She felt her phone vibrating in her purse and pulled it out. "Hello?" It was Brooke.

"Brooke what do you want, and how did you get my cell phone number? …Okay, let me spell it out for you, Vegeta doesn't like you, he doesn't want you, he wants me…what? You know what, just leave me alone," she said, and angrily flipped the small phone shut.

Vegeta arrived soon after, carrying two trays full of food. She shook her head as he started to devour the mountain of food.

Suddenly, two girls approached. They were pretty, tall, and blonde. From what they were wearing, they looked to Bulma like sluts, or whores.

"Oh my gosh! Vegeta Ouji? Can we have an autograph?" One asked. She smiled, seductively.

Bulma eyed her warily, and stood up.

"Umm, excuse me," she said politely.

The other girl sniffed, looking her up and down. "What?" she growled.

"I'm sorry, but Vegeta already has a girlfriend."

The first blonde gave her a snobby look, "So? I'm sure she won't mind if we, give him a little…show."

"Actually, I do." Bulma stated. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we have better things to do than socialize with the likes of you two..." She looked them both up and down with a sniff. "Both of us."

They glared at her before stalking away.

Bulma mumbled, "Hoes," before sitting back down. Vegeta looked up at her, a smirk playing at his lips.

"That was…impressive," he mumbled between bites.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder, "Well, it's not the first time," she sighed.

Brooke watched the two leave the table with fury. She just knew the girls would be able to do something, but no, Bulma had to go on being all bitchy.

Well, this was the last straw. If Bulma was preventing the girls from doing their jobs, then she'd just have to get Vegeta when she wasn't around.

Bulma held up a red bikini, eyeing it critically. She was enjoying this time with her boyfriend. She knew it wouldn't be quiet for long. Pretty soon the rumors would be flying. She wouldn't be surprised if there were already some rumors about her and Mr. High and Mighty I'm Better Than You'll Ever Hope To Be going around.

She giggled to herself; that described him perfectly. The teen heartthrob, the star quarterback, the 'bad boy', the egotistical jerk, but she had to admit, he was perfect for her.

Bulma's thoughts were interrupted as she felt Vegeta's large arms around her waist.

"What do you think, Vegeta?" she questioned, holding up the garment for him to see.

"I think you should get…this one." He held up a blue string bikini. The top didn't cover much, and the bottom was a g-string.

She looked at it incredulously. "Keep dreamin'." She replied.

"C'mon, let's go," she said, pulling him out of the store.

They started to go by Victoria's Secret, but Bulma stopped. "Vegeta, I want to go in here."

"Well, then, let's go." He said with a smirk.

She laughed, "No…I—I want to surprise you. I'll meet you at the…over there," she said, pointing. He shrugged and went to sit down on the small bench as she went inside.

She was at the cash register, when she saw one of the last persons she was expecting to see, Courtney.

"Courtney, what are you doing here?" She asked, smiling.

She returned the smile, "You think you're the only person who shops here? Puh-lese. I love this store. So, what brings you here?"

"Oh, I'm here with Vegeta," Bulma replied, grinning shyly.

"Oh, I see…" she paused, as if contemplating whether or not to say something. "Say, Bulma, is there…something…going on between you two? Because I heard that he… knocked you up and now you're…—"

Bulma couldn't help but laugh. "No, he hasn't 'knocked me up'…but actually, we're dating."

Courtney looked surprised and relieved at the same time. "Really? Well, that's great. Well, great for you, not so great for all the other girls that have their eyes on him." She winked and nudged Bulma softly.

Bulma smiled, "Well, I can't really do anything about that. I mean, he's a guy, so he'll naturally be attracted to other girls. I can't stop him from looking at them, any more than I can stop them from looking at him."

Courtney nodded. "Wow, you've been thinking about this way too much. Well, I guess I'll see you at school, then."

"Yeah, I'll see 'ya," Bulma said, picking up her bag and walking out of the store.

She stopped when she saw the same two blondes, trying to talk to her guy. She wanted to storm over to them and kick their asses, but she decided to watch, just to see what Vegeta would do.

She couldn't hear what they were saying, but she could tell they were trying to get him to do something. He scowled and shook his head. One was pulling on his arm. He pushed her off. He was doing something with his hand… She laughed when she realized he was giving them the finger.

She stalked up to them and cleared their throat to get their attention.

"Is there a problem here?" Her eyes widened and her mouth was slightly agape as she pretended to recognize the two blondes for the first time.

"Oh, I see you two are back. Why don't you find some other guy to try your whorish charms on, this one's obviously not interested."

"Actually, he was just about to leave with us, that is…until you came along." One said with a glare.

Vegeta mumbled, "The hell I was."

"Why don't you two beat it, I don't want this to get ugly, or you to get uglier."

They scowled at her before stalking away.

She turned back to him. "Were you really about to leave with them?"

"Hell no!" He stood up and stood so close to her she could feel his breath on her face. "I don't need them, woman." He placed a soft kiss on her velvet lips.

He took the bags from her and they continued through the mall.

"Okay, Vegeta, I'm done, let's go," Bulma told him. He nodded and they turned around, heading back towards the entrance.

"Vegeta, can I get on your back?" Bulma asked. "I'll carry the bags." He sighed, handed her the bags, and crouched down so she could climb on his back.

Once she was on, he grunted. "Damnit, woman, you're fatter than I thought," he said with sarcasm.

"Very funny, Veggie."

"Don't call me that."

"Okay Veggie," she replied.

They made it out of the mall, and into Vegeta's car.

Bulma put the seat all the way back. "That was fun," she stated.

"Carrying your bags around a crowded mall and being attacked by stupid whores isn't quite my idea of a good time," Vegeta mumbled.

"Yeah, you know you had fun."

"Whatever."

There was a brief silence before Bulma finally said, "I'm going to sleep."

Once they got back to Bulma's house, Vegeta had to carry her inside the house. He took her up the stairs to her room and set her on the bed, then sat down.

He leaned his head back and stared up at the starch white ceiling. He glanced down as the woman shifted in her sleep. She pulled herself up next to him, and he put his arm around her small form. She was so different.

She was smart, beautiful, pleasant, sometimes, but she was also erratic and unpredictable. She intrigued him. He wanted to know everything about her.

He also didn't want to put himself in a position where she could hurt him. He smirked, he was thinking more like a quarterback, now, and not like Vegeta Ouji. But…Vegeta Ouji was the quarterback…or was he? Right now, he didn't know who he was.

The woman began to stir, once again, and finally her sapphire eyes opened.

She yawned and stretched. "Where are we?" she asked.

He smirked, "You don't even recognize your own room?"

"Oh," she stated, sitting up. She started to get up, but Vegeta grasped her arm. She smiled, and lay back down, laying her head on his chest, listening to the constant throbbing of his heart.

They sat like that for a few minutes before Bulma said, "So what really happened at the mall?"

"Those stupid whores were trying to get me to go somewhere with them," came the reply.

"Why?"

She knew he was smirking, even though she wasn't looking at his face. She could her it in his voice.

"Well, I'm so irresistible and good looking, they couldn't help it."

She smiled slightly at his confidence. "Is that so?"

"Of course. That's what got your attention,"

She frowned, "Oh really? And since when can you read my mind?"

"I don't need to read your mind. I can read you."

"…" She was speechless for a moment, not really knowing what to say. There was a pause.

After a few moments of silence he sat up, "Well, I'm gonna go home. I'll see you tomorrow." He set a lingering kiss on her lips, and finally rose.

"Vegeta, can you pick me up for school tomorrow?" She asked.

"Whatever."

She watched him walk out the door. She smiled to herself. What had she done?

Monday

Bulma, Chichi, and 18 walked down the hall towards their Math class.

"I just don't get it, B," Chichi was saying, "What is it you see in him?"

Bulma smiled, "Well, first of all, his body, Oh my god!"

"Yeah, I can relate to that," Chichi said. "Goku's body is…" They all giggled.

"And second, well…his body." Bulma said. They giggled again.

"Anything besides his body?" 18 questioned.

"Well, he has the cutest ass…"

"Really?" 18 asked, "I never really checked that part."

"I did," Bulma stated, sending them all into another fit of giggles.

"So what about you, 18?" Chichi asked.

"Krillin is—"

Bulma stopped to stare at 18. "Krillin? You're going out with Krillin? I never knew!"

18 rolled her eyes, "You were too busy staring at Vegeta's ass," she said with a smirk.

"Aww, that's so cute," Bulma cooed, "You and Krillin."

Chichi and 18 both rolled their eyes.

"Anyways," 18 continued, "Krillin is really sweet."

"Yeah," Chichi agreed.

They finally arrived and found their seats.

18 leaned over to Bulma, "Speaking of, where is Mr. Cute Ass?"

Bulma shrugged, "I don't know."

"Well, he is your boyfriend, shouldn't you know where he is?" Chichi asked.

"Well, where is your boyfriend, Chichi?"

"Probably off with yours," she replied.

The girls grew quiet as the teacher came in and the class started.

Lunch

Bulma carried her tray over to the usual table, flanked on either side by Chichi and 18.

She placed the small, plastic tray on the table and sat down with a sigh.

"Where are they, Chi? I haven't seen either of them since this morning."

"I have no idea." Chichi replied.

"They're probably practicing with the coach. I bet that's it! He made arrangements with the teachers for them to skip their classes so they could practice all day."

"18, you always were the practical one," Chichi sighed.

Just then, the doors to the cafeteria opened and the football team waltzed in.

Bulma saw them and turned around, pretending not to notice them. She was taking a sip of juice when she felt a pair of arms around her.

"I'm back," he said.

She spun around. "Vegeta! That is so gross! You're all hot and sweaty!" she exclaimed.

He chuckled and sat down next to her, "Isn't that the way you like it?"

She rolled her eyes.

Goku sat down next to Chichi and she gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Why didn't you tell us where you were?"

"Coach wouldn't let us leave," Vegeta said. "…Well, I'm hungry, so…" he stood up and started toward the lunch line.

"Me too," Goku agreed, following him.

Krillin was at the moment in a lip lock with 18.

"Gosh, you two, get a room," Bulma sneered.

They finally pulled away and 18 glared at Bulma. "Well, you were doing it this morning in Vegeta's car, so…"

Bulma's cheeks turned a bright shade of red. She didn't think anyone had seen that.

Krillin got up to get in the line and Bulma leaned over the table to whisper to her friends.

"Did I tell you guys what happened at the mall yesterday?"

They both shook their heads, and she proceeded to share her previous experience with her friends. She was so excited, she just couldn't keep it to herself.

"…I was so worried that…you know…I wasn't good enough for him, and…that he'd just walk off with the first girl who…" Bulma's eyes were glued to the ugly green plastic of the table.

"But now, I don't have any doubts," she stated happily.

Chichi and 18 looked at each other.

"B, you got it bad," Chichi said solemnly, "You've only been dating for a few days and you're already talking like you've been together for months, or years."

"Yeah," 18 agreed, "We've really gotta get you some help."

Bulma laughed, "You guys, be serious."

"We are serious," they said in unison. They were both thinking the same thing. If she was already talking like that…she was putting herself susceptible for serious heartbreak. She was almost begging for it. They would have to do something to help her friend…and they'd have to make it fast.

I know, I know, not much action, but I was trying to get this chapter up as soon as I could, so…Well, what did you think? Please Review. I promise I'll get the next chapter up! I'm working on it now!!!