A/n Thanks for the reviews for this story! I just wanna tell you that I will be switching POV's occasionally. Cause this story isn't all about Bulma. Yes, this has taken a long time to get up. Let me explain: I've been busy the weekend before last I had to due this big thing with my family and was gone the entire two days, and I had the semi-formal. Last weekend I didn't feel good and was getting the house tidy. I'm also biting my nails over ' Don't Tell Me" cuz I think that when my work starts being put up, people will be disappointed. Therefore, I've been reviewing the original work and other stories for some inspiration. I also didn't like where this chapter was going. It was too long, with too little detail and was just a rush chapter. I'm not good when I'm rushed, if you check out Desire's last chapter, it was rushed so I didn't have enough thought put into it.

I'm dedicated to this project; I swear it! I just am taking my time making a chapter you'll look at fondly and say, " that chappie whipped ass!"

BTW, thanks a lot all you reviewing people! I love you so much!! For those who just read it. I love to too!!! A person reading makes me happy.

I hope that you people have noticed the title change. If you haven't all I have to say is, are you frieken retarded? LOL. I thought this titled suited it much better than the last one. It's the name of one of my favorite songs from No Doubt. If you haven't noticed, music really influences me, hence why I started my band. Since the first time I listened to ' Bathwater' it instantly made me think of Vegeta and Bulma.

Dedications: Chelsea M., she's finally 14. wOOt! In addition, to Morgan P., I hope your leg gets better soon and you inadvertently influenced this chapter. Bryan P., you listened to me blab about Morgan all on the bus, so you're cool in my book.

Disclaimer: I wouldn't want to own DBGT. You cut Vegeta's hair! And Bulma looks super old! Nevertheless, I will own DBZ! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!! Cough

Ch. 3

" He's not that bad of a guy Yamcha. Trust me, I lived with him for a year now and he hasn't killed me yet." Bulma rubbed her boyfriend's arm soothingly. They sat on the lawn in the pleasant fall air. It had taken him awhile but he came around. Yamcha would always fall right back in Bulma's arms. She couldn't help it, Bulma thought, she was attractive and smart and rich. No one could resist her. Except one.

Vegeta watched the couple lounge together chatty away. Idiots. They didn't even care that in less than two years, he was going to kill the androids and take over this horrible planet. Vegeta thought Yamcha would have never come back. Maybe he underestimated the spell Bulma had on the earth scum. His eyes narrowed at the blue haired woman. In all his travels, he'd never seen a woman with such odd coloring.

Bulma looked at the kitchen and met Vegeta's coal black eyes. She felt odd, like she had just been put in a sauna. Why'd Vegeta's look give her that feeling? She really didn't want to know but she felt like she should. Bulma blushed, she shouldn't look at him, she scolded herself.

" Whoa, you look hot." Yamcha brushed a stray hair from her face.

" Well, duh. I am hot." Bulma turned away from the window just before Vegeta moved out of sight.

Her boyfriend chuckled, " No, you look flushed, like you just ran a mile."

Bulma kissed Yamcha on the cheek. " I really need to get to the lab."

" What? You said you had the day off." His anger rose.

" I have some gravity room stuff I need to go over. I really neglected it while mom and dad were on vacation."

" Bulma that was over two months ago!" Yamcha seethed.

" Yamcha. Do you trust me?"

" Yes!

Bulma held back a snort. Ever since Vegeta moved in, he stopped trusting in her. Yamcha even admitted that he thought Bulma had the same feelings for Goku and Vegeta that her mother did.

"Look me in the eyes and say it." Bulma demanded.

" I'll go sweet heart. Just do whatever you have to do. I'll see you tomorrow for our date right?"

" Course honey." Bulma smiled and went inside.

Yamcha smiled and left, ready to improve himself.

Bulma walked into the living room, peppermint tea in toe. She rested trying to ward off the headache she got from thinking about the annual Christmas party. They had put the thing off for two years. It was early November, which meant she had to contact caterers, designers, and a DJ. First the business party, the next day was her party for all her friends. She couldn't tell Yamcha she was planning, since he would yell at her for planning now and beg her to wait until the last minute. He was the true embodiment of procrastination and fickleness.

She watched as Vegeta took a seat next to her and flipped through channels.

"Day off?"

" Upgrades and repairs. Does your father regularly talk to that cat on his shoulder?"

" All the time. He told me that that stupid cat led him to my mom and to the idea of the capsule."

" That thing annoys the hell out of me."

" Me too Vegeta." Bulma smiled and Vegeta turned to smirk at her. Bulma's smile disappeared as the heat overcame her. Vegeta stared at the screen as the news came on.

Bulma awoke with a yelp. Sweat was pouring off her as she reached for her silk robe. Bulma walked downstairs, searching for something to drink. She had had dreams of Vegeta before but this was unnerving. She'd never had a dream that was so vivid, so real.

Bulma poured a glass of cold water and drank deeply. Maybe it wasn't so weird, she thought, trying to calm herself down. She hadn't had sex in what? Almost three years? Having a big muscle bound guy who oozed sexuality walking around her house day after day was bound to start affecting her. She turned around from the sink, bumping into Vegeta.

" Great." She muttered annoyed.

" Move out of the way. I want breakfast."

" Why do you want breakfast at." She glanced over at the clock. " Six o'clock? Wow I thought it was three-ish. Well I have to hurry and pick up the place. That new designer's coming."

" Wasting your money again?" Vegeta eyes bore into her.

" Fashion is never a waste." Bulma all but sprinted upstairs, she wanted to escape that stare.

An hour later the designer walked in with suitcases, kits, and rolls of fabric. Bulma smiled and told her to set up in the living room. She studied her designer that her favorite store had recommended. The girl was built like a fairy, with wide, murky green eyes and hair that was curly and short. Each tight curl sported a different shade of the rainbow. The woman had a fiery red jewel in the middle of her forehead and trotted up to Bulma with a smile.

" I'm Lee. I have so many ideas for you." Lee wore a demin jacket that stretched barely past the bottom of her breasts and was hooked together by only one button. She also had lime green go-go boots and a black leather mini skirt. Bulma smiled, a little afraid of the woman.

" So you work for Franchisee's?"

Lee laughed, " No way. I'm not into that trendy shit. Franchisee's my fiancé. And his name's really Frank. He told me all about you. Said you could really go wild child."

" Wild child?" Bulma asked as Lee bounced over to her laptop and took a scanner near it.

" Yeah. Wild child!" Lee smiled happily and held the scanner in front of her. " Ya gotta strip down Miz Briefs."

" You could call me Bulma." Bulma was used to the process of creating a wardrobe; first the scanner, then designers would fuss over computer generated images of you in their clothes and whine about how something didn't fit right.

" All done Bulma. Here, put this on, Frank made it, saying how it'll magically go under everything without being detected." She handed Bulma a seamless silk bra and panty set. Once that was done and Bulma was sitting comfortably with a robe on Lee started to ramble.

" Heard of the swanky Christmas party you're having from two workers outside. You got a guy to impress? Cuz I got the perfect dress for you."

"I have a boyfriend. He's a baseball player."

" That Yamcha guy? Blech. You could do better." She threw a white dress at Bulma, " Put that on. I'm sensing that that's not all."

Bulma slipped on the strapless gown, it clung to her curves and had a slit that went to mid thigh on both sides. " How would you know?" Bulma blurted out defensively.

" I'm a psychiatrist. Designing is one of my hobbies." Lee smiled and set her wide eyes on Bulma, she then started to clip parts together. " So who's the guy catching your eye?"

" He's an arrogant, selfish jerk who really needs to lighten up and he's not catching my eye. It's just that lately I've been noticing him more."

" Describe him." Lee asked as eager as a puppy. Vegeta walked in with a sandwich and eyed the two.

" Who the hell are you?" Vegeta spat.

" The name's Lee." Lee held up several little pieces of fabric out of Bulma's view. " Which color do you like?" Vegeta stoically chose one and Lee slipped it into her pocket. She turned to Bulma when Vegeta left to eat his sandwich. " So I'll take these things home, and I'll bring it all over in a week or two."

" Alright." Bulma slipped into her clothes and helped Lee pack up.

Lee slipped a glance to Bulma, " Was that him?"

" Yes. I'm just noticing him out of desperation though. I don't have any feelings for him other than what's considered friendly."

" Riiight and monkeys fly. I think he's pretty good looking. And if you're desperate you can have a go at him, what your boyfriend doesn't know won't hurt him." Lee packed up her things and headed for the door.

" Wait Lee. Does he really look like a guy who could have any feelings?" Bulma had hope so but her friends thought differently.

" Everyone is capable of feelings. They just need to realize that." Lee smiled again and left, leaving Bulma to contemplate this idea.

A/n Is this long enough? I hope so. I also hope you enjoy this chapter and Lee the designer who I made up on whim. I would love to have Lee design my clothes. That's all for now. Remember to review, review, review!!!

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