A/n I changed the title back. I guess I liked ' Oh, Zat rings a Bell' better than ' Bathwater'. And I'm sooooooo sorry for that really long break between updates. You probably either hate me or have forgotten about this story and I beg for your forgiveness. Or the restoration of your memory if you've forgotten this thing. Or both.

There is a bit more language than usual, nothing bad, the b word is used about three times and that's it. So don't say i didn't warn you.

And thank you Oozaru Angel for the review! Much much thanks!

Disclaimer: I got nothing.

Oh, Zat Rings A Bell

Ch. 5

The Helpless Victims Of Spider Webs, Part 2

Vegeta was a killer.

That was his life. When he had grown up under his father's command, he was taught strict battle etiquette. He had been taught that pride was everything, without it, you were weak. Under Frieza he was beaten and trained to become the perfect warrior.

Vegeta had killed millions of innocent people. He had destroyed planets, tore apart families, and ruined people's lives. That was his way. He lived up to the values and morals he was persuaded and taught to believe in.

Knowing all this, Bulma Briefs let him into her home. She helped him in his goal to become a super saiyan and become stronger than Kakkarot. She knew that he could easily snap her neck without using any power. Nevertheless, the woman still helped him. When the gravity room would explode or he found another reason to be in the medical ward she would stay by his bedside. Sometimes she could talk to him; other times she would yell at him for getting himself hurt.

Worst of all, he was attracted to her. He could understand why he liked her physically; she was gorgeous. However, he didn't understand the mental aspect. It was disturbing. Sometimes he would troll around the lab just to see what she was using her intelligence on. Bulma was a distraction.

And distractions needed to be dealt with.

Bulma stepped out of the shower annoyed. It was an hour before her party and she had no idea what she was going to wear. She went through all the dresses Lee had designed for her. They were too dressy, not dressy, too flashy, too simple, or too outrageous. Bulma doubted that a hot pink leather mini dress with a peacock feather fringe was good for a Christmas party, or any party for that matter.

Bulma was starting to get irritated with herself. All she did was lie. She would lie to Yamcha and say that she always thought of only him.She would lie to Vegeta and tell him that she hated him, but it was really obvious that she liked him. All Bulma wanted to do was confess everything so her conscience would feel better and wouldn't be so heavy with guilt. However, Bulma knew she couldn't. Admitting everything would just make her life worse.

Bulma sighed and got herself ready.

She scanned the party. Everyone was here and having a good time. She smiled and waved at Yamcha who was talking to Krillin. Guilt nagged at her as he walked over and kissed her on the forehead. His entire nose was colored the sickly yellow of a healing bruise. He had forgiven her for punching him in the face and for standing up for Vegeta during the fight. Yamcha believed that Bulma was just being nice to Vegeta because she felt sorry for him. He told her the week before and she nodded her head and agreed innocently.

In a way, Bulma did feel sorry for him. Vegeta had no home and no family. However, that wasn't the reason she punched Yamcha. She really didn't know why. Yamcha droned on about his plans for her for New Year's eve and Bulma nodded and practiced a look of interest while she looked for Vegeta. She didn't see him and decided that wandering around looking for Vegeta sounded much better than listening to Yamcha talk. Bulma felt guilty but not guilty enough to listen to Yamcha's droning voice any longer. So she excused herself and headed out.

She found him in the gravity room, sitting against a wall and throwing a small red ball against the center console. He was dressed in dark jeans and a dark gray turtleneck sweater. Bulma tried to keep her mouth from watering.

" Fancy meeting you here," she sighed and watched the rubber ball bounce off the console.

" Sarcasm's a bad habit woman," Vegeta shot back angrily.

Bulma sat next to him and they both continued to study the red ball. " Why aren't you inside?"

" I don't need to be there." Vegeta and Bulma both turned to look at each other.

Then all the guilt and confusion that had been building inside of Bulma came spewing out in hot, bitter anger. " I can't believe you can't stay more than five minutes in my party without thinking you're better than everyone else. You need to get off you princely ass and get back in there."

" No." Vegeta continued to stare at her. Bulma could she the rage in his eyes, she didn't want to fight, but she couldn't help herself.

" Stop being a bastard and get inside."

Then they began to fight moreheatedly, throwing useless names and threats at each other and neither moved from their spot or looked anywhere else but each other's eyes. Bulma liked the fight a little. They had stopped their daily bickering right before she started having feelings for Vegeta. He would usually come into her lab at lunch and egg her on into a fight. However, when Vegeta stopped responding to her digs, she decided to drop it and focus on other things. Like how great Vegeta looked after he got done training.

They kept hurling insults, and Bulma's bitter anger kept spewing out, she decided sheneeded this time to vent.

" Prick," she spat.

" Bitch," he responded with equal fervor.

Bulma opened her mouth again to say something else but was cut off by Vegeta's mouth crushing her's. Everything she had worried about paled and faded away and when Vegeta shoved her to the ground, she let him. After that, it was a free for all. Someone's clothes were being torn and someone's swear was cut off by a loud moan. Then a knock sounded. Bulma and Vegeta drew back like two kids being caught sneaking into a cookie jar.

Bulma broke out of her daze to murmur, " Oh my god." Vegeta's sweater was torn at the shoulder and a bite mark peeked through. The knock sounded again and Bulma went to the door. Goku was there, grinning like an idiot.

" Hey, there. I'm looking for Vegeta." Goku kept grinning as if he knew something she didn't.

Bulma shifted to block his view. " He's not here, let's go inside." Bulma dragged Goku along without a second glance.

Bulma sat on Yamcha's couch and ate popcorn. She had lured her boyfriend back to his apartment to try to ease some of her sexual frustration, but he wanted to watch a movie instead of having sex. Her blood hummed still and it had been hours since the 'encounter'. Bulma knew she needed to confront him tomorrow. She knew that she would either end up pissed off or living out one of her fantasies with him.

She prayed for the latter.

It unnerved her though, that Vegeta even made a move. She always thought that he hated her immensely. Maybe Bulma was right, maybe Vegeta has changed since he moved in. However, she wasn't sure if it was for better or worse.

She pushed her thoughts away and focused on Yamcha. Bulma cuddled up, trailing a hand up his arm.

" I've been so tense lately, Yamcha. Maybe you can help me release," She dragged the word out slowly, " All this pent up stress."

Yamcha just stared at the TV, " Holy crap! I had know idea that he was the killer."

Bulma huffed. Dumb bastard. It then struck her, she couldn't have sex with Vegeta without breaking up with Yamcha. If she cheated on Yamcha then it would prove him right and break his heart. She knew, deep down, Yamcha wanted to marry Bulma. He talked about it all the time with Krillin without realizing that Bulma heard everything.

Yamcha soon wanted to retire from fighting, become a full-time baseball player, and living with a family. It scared Bulma but if they broke up his dream would be shattered. She loved Yamcha enough to help live out that dream with him.

Right?

A/n Yeah, excessively short, but I think the lime makes up for it. Hope you like it. The story only gets better and better from this point. And don't yell at me if Vegeta is OCC! This is the first time I've written in Vegeta's POV or any guy's POV for that matter. So share your love, or hate, in a review.

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