A/n YaY! The sixth chapter of OZRAB is here! I hope you all liked the last chapter. Before I forget, 'Don't Tell Me' is on hiatus, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I hope you don't hate me forever. I've just been having a lot of trouble writing the chapters because I decided to write all the chapters and then upload them. Here's a warning to all you people; there's another lime in this chapter.

Thanks El Corazon Sangriento, ShadowGirlFawkes, TheWarriorFormelyKnownAsPrince, satan'stoasterstrudel, Lillian Rose, and Sou-chans' gurl 4-ever

Disclaimer: No I don't own DBZ. This makes me sad.

Oh, Zat Rings A Bell

Ch. 6

Purge

Yamcha had great plans for New Year's eve. None of these plans had Bulma included though. He had talked it through with her last night, and she nodded in agreement. It must have bothered her at least a little bit, he mused, since she left and didn't return for a while. Yamcha didn't know why, and he didn't ask. She seemed happy when she asked if they could go back to his place.

He was glad Bulma wanted to spend more time with him. She even asked him on a date tonight. He was so happy his girlfriend had gotten over that whole crush on Vegeta. He was convinced that Vegeta didn't like his girlfriend. Come on! Vegeta have feelings for anyone but himself was like Krillin growing hair, it just would never happen. Yamcha chuckled, Vegeta and Bulma together? What a ridiculous idea! Yamcha continued his training thinking of the girl he most loved and trusted, his wonderful girlfriend, Bulma.

Bulma's hands rested on top of Vegeta's shoulders while she kissed him hurriedly. His hands traveled from her hips to the hem of her skirt, tugging it up. Bulma then slapped her hand to his chest and broke the kiss.

" What the hell are we doing?" she asked, trying to catch her breath.

" I don't know, but we shouldn't be doing it. I having training to do," Vegeta looked at Bulma, she was flushed and her blue eyes were darkened a bit. He couldn't blame himself for losing control; he wasn't sure if she looked better now or if she was angry. Bulma's eyes met his and he shook his head, " This is taking too much time away from it." He then kissed her again. She kissed him back then pulled away.

" What's wrong with us? Why are we doing this? You don't like me, I have a boyfriend!" Bulma jumped off the desk, pulling her skirt down from its position on her hips. " Where's my shirt?"

Vegeta handed the shredded material to her. " Oh great." She muttered and threw what was left of her shirt in the garbage.

" I'll just ask your father about the gravity room."

" Yeah, you do that. Hopefully he won't start making out with you."

Vegeta smirked, " Woman, you're disgusting."

" And you never answered any of my questions. Go, before we start having sex." Bulma pointed to the door. Vegeta just stared.

" Didn't you here me?" Bulma looked down at her chest, " Oh, never mind." She left trying to figure out everything.

" Yamcha! I'm so glad you showed up early!" Bulma hugged her boyfriend. She was ready to get out of the house and away from Vegeta. Yamcha smiled and span Bulma around.

" You look hot, B, but don't you think that skirt is a little too short?"

Bulma looked at herself in the hallway mirror. She was dressed in a demin mini skirt and a loose pink camisole. " I don't think so, we're just going to a club."

Yamcha smiled but really hated her outfit. " Okay, if you think so."

Bulma insisted that they go back to his place but Yamcha wanted to get some sleep and said he doubted a good movie would be on at 3 am. Bulma tried not to goggle at the comment. Was that what he thought she wanted to do? All the rounds with Vegeta were driving her crazy. She needed to ease the frustration or she thought she might do something stupid, like unleash all her tension on Vegeta, and after last night, she wasn't going to do that anytime soon. So she whispered suggestions in his ear but he insisted that he needed sleep not sex.

Therefore, Bulma left, angry as hell. Yamcha usually was the one who convinced her to trade sleep for sex. However, ever since he was killed he didn't want to do any extracurricular activities. She sighed when she pulled into the drive and saw that the gravity room was on. Bulma needed to just get it out of her system.

She stalked up the door and coded in the combination that shut the gravity room off. When Vegeta opened the door she moved inside and locked the door.

" What the hell?" Vegeta looked at her and decided that she looked a lot better when she was angry.

She took off her shoes and set them neatly by the door. Then Bulma took her hair out of its high ponytail and removed her necklace. She set everything down next to her shoes and looked at Vegeta.

" I'm tired of being denied what I want." She said it simply and turned so her back was against Vegeta's chest. His hands trailed down, settled on her hips. He leaned in to Bulma's ear and whispered, " What do you want?"

She smirked and tilted her head up, " You." Their lips met slowly, sweetly and stayed there for only a moment. Bulma turned around and put her arms around his neck. " Will you give me what I want Vegeta?"

Vegeta responded with pressing her against the wall and kissing her again. His hands slipped under her shirt and up to her breasts. Bulma moaned his name and drove Vegeta insane. He let out a small growl as she ran her lips across his jaw then down his neck where she bit softly at his hammering pulse. His hands were on her skirt now, dragging it down. That's when Bulma moved away from him. She placed a hand on his cheek and kissed him lightly.

" Now I'm not the only one being denied." Bulma smirked, picked up her things and left.

Bulma sat in her lab, drank coffee, and smoked a cigarette. She had clearly gone insane. She would've never done something like that with Vegeta if she had her sanity intact. What was wrong with her? Of course, she liked Vegeta, but she thought it was just a phase. Bulma never intended to have her dreams become reality, although it would be awesome if any of them did. She sighed and rose to get more coffee.

" Woman." Vegeta prowled in the lab.

" Vegeta, go away. I don't want to touch you again until I intend on having sex with you. All these make out sessions are wearing my nerves thin." Bulma sipped her coffee and didn't spare Vegeta a glance. He scowled and walked up to her. Catching her chin, he yanked her face up to his.

" Stop acting like you don't know what's going on."

" What are you talking about?" Bulma set down her coffee and locked her eyes on him.

" You think you can just torture me and distract me from training so I won't hurt myself. I'm not a child." Vegeta's voice was surprisingly cool.

" Vegeta I don't know why any of this crap is happening between us, and by the looks of it, neither do you." She took a step back, not because of the hard grip he had; it was because the angry look in his coal black eyes was starting to turn her on.

" Then we should figure it out before we both end up in trouble." Vegeta crossed his arms over his chest and Bulma placed her hands on her hips, both in their usual stance.

" Fine," Bulma took Vegeta's hand and lead him to the door, " We're going to have sex. Without all that ugly sexual frustration, we'd be able to think more clearly."

" You're joking." Vegeta let Bulma drag him around the lab.

" Nope. I probably have gone off the deep end but isn't it great knowing that raunchy sex is just a staircase away?" she paused in front of the door, " My room or yours?"

" Your room. Your bed's bigger." He smirked down at Bulma. Then the doors to the lab opened.

" Heya B."

Bulma dropped Vegeta's hand and turned around, " Yamcha?"

A/n Hooray for cliffhangers! So Bulma's insane, Vegeta's angry (when is he not?), and Yamcha's knee-deep in oblivion. I smell a fight brewing but then again, it might just be smelling my sister's nasty socks. So if you're done reading this thing go and review! Reviews show how much you love me!

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