A/n Heya people. Sorry that I've been neglecting the fic it's just that my personal life has been really stressful lately and I haven't had the time to sort it out. I've been really thinking about this fic and this is how it's gonna play out. first of all, the story's gonna change slightly, same plot, different writing style. Second, if this fic goes well with people I'm gonna write a prequel. The prequel was actually the beginning of the original story but I separated it. It's basically about Bulma's life before all she wanted to do was jump her housemate's bones.

BTW, I'm moving so you might get many little updates instead of a few big ones soon. Also, check out my friend Chels', I can't remember her penname right now but I'll post it as soon as I do, story " Chelsea's Puddle." Which is all about us in school and our dorky escapades. She also has some other great stories, and I'm not just saying that cuz I'm her friend, she's really talented. So check her out and be amazed. And review, always review.

This story is dedicated to my brother Shawn who's in Iraq right now. Stupid war.

Bathwater

Ch. 4

The helpless victims of spiderwebs, part 1

Bulma hated parties with strangers. It never really bothered her that she had hundreds of workers buzzing around the office and expanded labs. They were just worker bees, part of the hive that was Capsule Corp. However, when they were all crammed in bad suits and plain black dresses in the indoor garden it unnerved her. Bulma tried to ignore the mass of people at the company Christmas party and have fun.

Bulma looked stunning tonight, according to every man she walked by. Her dress was a long, shiny silver tube that looked wet to the touch and ended at her ankles. It had almost dental-floss thin straps and skimmed her curves. The dress was gorgeous and completely one of a kind thanks to Lee. Her shoulder-length hair had been swept up into a neat bun. Her make up had been meticulously put on. She looked like a million bucks.

Too bad she didn't feel that way. Bulma shook her head and decided that arch-numbing heels and strange people were just too much for her. She was bored and annoyed that she couldn't just leave.

" Excuse me, Bulma, would you like to come up here?" Mr. Briefs stood at a microphone on a tall platform that Bulma hadn't noticed and motioned his daughter to join him.

Bulma walked up to her father and smiled winningly. Oh Kami, she thought, he's going to start bragging about me.

" Ladies and gentlemen, you are looking at the new President of Capsule Corp. Here tonight, with you all as witnesses, I resign as President and CEO of our fair company. Bulma will take over in January."

Bulma was surprised, no, downright flabbergasted. Nevertheless, she kept her composer and continued to smile at her father. There was a roar of applause and after that, a million of 'congratulations' and 'you deserved it.' Bulma didn't know what to do, so she grabbed champagne.

Vegeta sat on the couch, surfing channels. He was bored senseless. His training was done for the day but sleep could not come to him. So he sat and stared blankly at the television. Then, all of a sudden, Bulma came in with a blur of silver and laughter.

" Hello Vegeta! Prince of all saiyans! I'm Bulma! Queen of Capsule Corp! I now own 47 of the international trade market. I'm so lucky." She plopped herself in Vegeta's lap and tried to stop laughing.

" What the hell woman! Get off my lap now." He tried to shove her off but she just hooked her hands behind his head.

" Why 'Geta? Oh no, I can't call you 'Geta, that offends you. I'll call you…..Umm," she trailed off and leaned closer to him. Bulma stopped laughing, finally and smirked, " I'll call you my ally." She whispered huskily in his ear.

Vegeta paused and had to regain his posture as Bulma let her hands travel. " You're going to bed." He shoved her to the ground, " Now."

Her smirk grew wider, " Okay, Ally, your's or mine?" She let out another laughed and got up off the floor.

" You are going to get up to your bed and stay there," He watched as she took a step and almost pitched forward, " You're clearly drunk."

Bulma turned to him, " Why don't you call me Bulma? And I'm not drunk, I just lost my inhibitions, that's all." She felt different, more alive, like a big fire had been lit under her skin. When she reached her room, with tons of help from Vegeta, Bulma stumbled onto the bed and her fingers itched to pull Vegeta onto the plush sheets beneath her.

She watched as Vegeta looked through her drawers for a nightgown as she fought off her shoes.

" Why are you helping me Ally?" Bulma smiled as her fingers grazed the zipper of her dress.

" I can't see you in that dress anymore, it's too tempting," Vegeta didn't bother to cut himself off since she was drunk and wouldn't remember anything.

She had finally slithered off the dress and had pulled her hair down when Vegeta turned to her. He really couldn't believe that he wasn't taking advantage of the situation. Bulma was kneeling on the bed, wearing nothing but lingerie with mussed hair and wild eyes. He was disgusted with himself, he was ruthless, but he couldn't muster enough will to take her. Instead, he slipped the purple nightgown over her head and told her to lie down.

" How bout a good night kiss?" Bulma smirked and was surprised when Vegeta pulled her into a slow kiss. She gladly kissed back and wrapped her arms around his neck. When their lips parted Vegeta shoved her onto the bed and walked out of the room.

" Good night."

" My head hurts," Bulma whimpered as she took the aspirin he father held out. " Thanks Daddy, but it's your fault I drank so much." She took a seat at the kitchen table and glanced from her mother to the broken AutoChef to Vegeta's puzzled face. " What's your problem 'Geta? Mad because you can't train today? It's not my fault that you mucked up the GR and that my dad has to run a diagnostic test."

" I thought you were going to call me Ally," Vegeta mumbled and ate his breakfast.

" What?" Bulma tilted her head.

" Nothing," He knew he wouldn't be able to look at her until he got the image of her kneeling on the bed out of his thoughts.

" Whatever. I'll show you what clothes I want you to wear tonight for our family party. Goku and them will be there, so will Krillin and Yamcha. So I'm begging you, try to be a little civil tonight." Bulma sighed as her head throbbed. She could tell something was wrong with Vegeta, but what? When Vegeta left the table, she followed.

" It's your day off Vegeta. You can actually wear normal clothes around the house today." Bulma followed him up the stairs. When they reached the door, she poked him. Vegeta turned and gave Bulma enough time to catch him off guard and pin him to the wall. " What's wrong with you? Did something happen last night? Did I say something rude? I could understand since my dad totally resigned last night and didn't even discuss it or anything, so I'm gonna be the big cheese of Capsule Corp and—"

" Shut up. Nothing happened nor did you say anything rude," Vegeta snapped and entered his room.

A/n I feel really bad for cutting the chapter off but I felt like this was the best part to chop it off. The next chapter is already written and it's probably the longest chapter I've ever written for any story. No, Vegeta's not going soft, I'll go into his POV more next time.