A/n Holy God! I can't believe it's the 8th chappie! This is so great! I think I might cry. Do you want to know how dumb I am? I was running Chappie 7 through it's last grammar/error/spelling check and I realized that I had skipped chapters 8-11. I've been so caught up with what's happening in the future that I forgot to focus on the now. I blame the cold.

Holy Man I got this big black eye and it hurts badly. I got it when my friend's forehead collided into my face.

Disclaimer: Yep……….

Oh, Zat Rings A Bell

Ch 8

Parents Just Don't Understand

Bulma practically jumped into the lab when Yamcha left and smacked hard into Vegeta.

" According to the gravity machine, I'm to have a nice, relaxing New Year's Day. It won't answer any commands or do anything but start the heat system and lights. What the hell?"

Bulma smiled, " Oh, that." She rocked back on her heels and just grinned, " Well, I certainly didn't put that in." Vegeta then moved down and brushed his lips against hers. When they parted Bulma and Vegeta looked at each other, not knowing what to do. Bulma moved in and repeated Vegeta's move.

" I'm glad we got all that out of our systems." Bulma moved towards her desk. She could actually feel her cheeks turning pink. " I'm so glad we don't have some awkward 'morning after' type thing." She sat down and tossed a bunch of candied peanuts in her mouth. Thank god for all that candy and junk food she kept at her workstation, they kept you from saying something stupid.

Vegeta had no idea what to do, so he left. Bulma waited until she heard the doors close before she spit out the really old candy. She then reached into one of her draws and pulled out a long sheet of paper. She smiled as she read it.

New Year's Resolutions:

Stop dreaming about Vegeta.

Stop living life around Vegeta,

Stop buying too many things.

Break up with Yamcha, or get married.

If I break up with boyfriend, I will NOT fall for Vegeta, Vegeta, Vegeta, Vegeta, or workaholics like Vegeta.

Don't fall for anyone who acts like or looks like a certain prince.

Don't have sex with Vegeta.

Find out how the ugly cat stays on my dad's shoulder.

" Stupid cat," she muttered and put a line through several of the resolutions. Bulma decided that her life was spiraling out of control.

She had clearly gone crazy. She had slept with Vegeta, ass-of-all-saiyans, willing. Vegeta was the guy that, only a year ago, would come in the lab and yell at her and insult her too the point that she was close to killing him with a pen to the heart. Now he was, well, he was still Vegeta, cold, mean, and ruthless.

Maybe it was just bound to happen. Maybe that was why Goku encouraged them to stop fighting. He had some alternative motive. Maybe he felt threatened by Vegeta's intent to become stronger. Goku probably needed a way to guarantee that Vegeta would stop training and focus on something else.

She shook her head, Goku wasn't that clever or evil.

Maybe she was just getting used to him. Vegeta wasn't that bad of a person. He was strong, determined, and pretty stable mentally. She was mentally strong and stable and, according to all her family and friends, as stubborn as a mule. Bulma blinked in surprise, she couldn't believe that Vegeta and her had stuff in common.

She must be going crazy.

" Hello Bulma dear," her mother walked in with a fresh batch of muffins, " How are you today?"

" Heya Momma, I didn't see you come home last night."

" Oh we came home around one." Mrs. Briefs smiled.

Bulma stuttered, " I didn't see you come in. I was on the couch." Yes I was on the couch, she thought, making out with Vegeta like a horny teenager.

" Don't blush sweetie I know what you and Vegeta were doing last night. We came through the back after we heard. It's so great!" her mother cried out, " I'm going to finally have grandchildren!"

" No! No way am I having Vegeta's evil spawn! We aren't even dating!" Bulma shouted.

" Kami Bulma. You really put a damper on my day." Mrs. Briefs still smiled, " I'm just kidding1 I know you two will have grandchildren. It's okay if you don't want us to know now."

Bulma absently rubbed her knee. She looked at her mother's smiling face and decided it was time to vent a little, " I don't know what our problem is. Ever since the Christmas party we haven't been able to keep away from each other."

" Oh, you're just crazy in love sweetheart," Bulma's mother set down a muffin on a stack of papers.

" I'm not in love with Vegeta. I just…….." she trailed off, not knowing what to say.

" You should break up with Yamcha if you're planning on having Vegeta's children before those pesky androids come."

Bulma groaned, " We aren't having kids!"

" You should stop lying so much! By the way, your father told me to tell you to never have sex on his couch again. I think you should, since it's your house too but you know him."

" Okay mom." Bulma pulled a hunk off the muffin as her mother cozied up in the chair next to her.

" So, how good was he?"

" Leave now!" Bulma shouted, wanting to cry.

" I bet he was phenomenal. I bet he lasted for hours from the sounds I heard."

Bulma hit her head on the table, "Go away mom. Please!" she cried.

Vegeta sat on the couch, flipping through channels. Bulma's father was tinkering with another controller next to him.

" How are things?" Mr. Briefs asked while he dismantled the little controller.

" Fine."

" How's training?"

" Fine."

" My cat's name is Scratch. He likes ketchup."

" Fine."

Dr. Briefs shook his head, " Are you listening to me?"

Vegeta kept flipping through channels, " Fine."

" Woman trouble? It's Bulma isn't it?"

" Yes," Vegeta paused and turned to Dr. Briefs, " How did you just do that?"

" What? Extracting information from you? It's a parent thing."

Vegeta stared at Bulma's father and the cat on his shoulder, " I talk to you too much."

" You trust me and I've learned that when you trust someone you don't go off on rants." Mr. Brief's reassembled the controller and eagerly flipped channels with it, " Start fighting with her again. That'll help you both." He then got up and left.

" Thanks for the advice dad." Bulma took a drag from her cigarette and handed him a wrench. " All mom did was ask me all about vegetal and when we were going to have kids. And I was like, hello I'm here, I have problem."

" Glad to help."

" I have to go start a fight with Vegeta. If you're right, when are you not?" she asked then continued, " I'll realize how much Vegeta sucks. Thanks dad," she said again and left to hunt Vegeta down.

She found him in his room, lying on his bed.

" You're a dumb bitch. If you hadn't coded the gravity machine to not take any of my commands I would be training."

" Well if you weren't so inconsiderate and didn't trash the gravity room every god damn day, I wouldn't have put that code up." Bulma puts her hands on her hips.

" You and I don't need days off." Vegeta sat up on the side of the bed, " You're just a lazy wench and you can't handle real work."

" If I worked like you Vegeta I would be suffering from exhaustion! You're such an idiot!"

Vegeta sprang up from his bed and began to walk towards her, " You shouldn't doubt me woman. After the androids are beaten, your friends, family, and your precious little Yamcha will all be dead."

Bulma began to back up and bit off a curse when her back hit the wall. " You didn't mention me."

"Vegeta pressed his body against hers and leaned towards her ear, " By the time I'm done torturing you, you'll wish you were dead."

" I doubt it." Bulma focused on the other side of the room and tried to ignore his hot breath on her ear. Bulma didn't believe any of what Vegeta was saying. However, she couldn't help that the way he said it was chilling her to the bone.

Vegeta turned his face toward hers. What the hell? Vegeta thought that if he they fought she'd get pissed and leave. He knew that she wanted to return everything to normal. So, why hadn't she stormed off yet?

Bulma took advantage of Vegeta's confusion and moved away. " What Vegeta? Cat got your tongue?" She smirked and him and defiantly put her hands on her hips again. Bulma was starting to get used to this again, their normal fighting, and bickering. Her father was right; if they fought everything would settles out between them. Damn, she mused; her father was a genius.

" Why are we doing this?" Vegeta asked, throwing Bulma off rhythm.

" I'm trying to fix things." Bulma's voice grew quiet and Vegeta had to move closer to hear it. " If things continue the way they are, things are going to get sticky."

Vegeta's voice had grown quieter too, " Yeah they will. We can't have that."

They moved closer together not knowing what to do. Bulma shook her head; " We can't do this anymore."

" I know." Vegeta's mouth was then on hers, roughly. Bulma kissed back and put her hand on Vegeta's forearm. When they broke apart, Bulma's hand remained. They began to move back a little but Bulma stopped.

" Screw it, " she mumbled and moved into him.

Vegeta's bed was a lot smaller than she remembered. Vegeta was also a lot heavier than she thought. He lay on top of her, his head buried in the crook of her shoulder. Bulma decided she had to do what she had to do.

She had to break it off with Yamcha before anyone found out.

A/n I have a song I've been thinking about using, but I'll need my fellow author's help, (aka Chelsea), to help me decide if I should include the song or not. I hope this chpater was long enough for you people. Now that you've read this, go review!

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