A/n Holy man on a stick! The 9th chapter! Omg! This is so great! I'm sorry if I don't keep with my Saturday night update thing cuz we're on crunch time with the house since we're moving and my mom was all ' no more computer'. By the way, thanks all you people for giving me so many reviews! I love with all my heart. The success of this fic is surreal. Somebody even asked if I considered publishing! Now I'm blushing.

Disclaimer: I'm too busy reveling in the fact that I have a whole bunch of reviews to do a disclaimer today.

Oh, Zat Rings A Bell

Ch. 9

A Simple Statement

Vegeta growled as he leaned against a wall in the GR. He was watching Bulma tinker with some small object that needed to be fixed for the gravity room. It had only been two days since he had promised to torture and kill the blue haired woman and here she was, helping him. Again. It unnerved him. She shouldn't be here. She should be hiding from here scared to death. This made him wonder, if she had seen only a tiny bit of what Vegeta had witnessed in his life, would she still be nice and so damn beautiful?

" You're staring at me Vegeta." Bulma continued to fix the small device.

" No I'm not."

" Yes you are. What are you thinking?"

Vegeta still watched her, arms crossed over his chest. " What do you think?"

" I think that you're wondering why I'm here after you promised to kill me." Bulma's eyes didn't leave the machine.

Vegeta raised an eyebrow. " If you know so much then answer me. Why are you here?"

" I knew you wouldn't do it. You keep pretending that being a murderer separates you from the rest of the group."

This made Vegeta break free from the wall and pace. " Are you a god damn idiot? It does. I killed millions. I'm not a part of your damn little group of super powered nimrods!"

" Yeah, you are. Also, no one will admit it but we need you. You're really strong and really smart. As much as we like to think that the whole team's great, we're not. Yamcha, Krillin, and Tien aren't that tough. The best members are Piccolo, Goku, and I. And you, for now."

" How are you important?" Vegeta sat in front of her.

Bulma rolled her eyes, " Lousy insult Veggie. Moreover, hello! What haven't I done for the guys? Free capsules and cars. I helped build and maintain the space ships. I converted a saiyan scouter to our language. I invented the dragon radar for Kami's sake! Let's not even get started on how I helped with Namek! Without me Vegeta, Krillin would still be a monk, Goku would still be a hermit in the woods, and Tien, Piccolo, and Yamcha would be major baddies! Not to mention that I'm a beautiful and rich woman with one of the highest IQs in the world!"

" Are you finished with your self-indulgent rant?"

Bulma finally looked at Vegeta, " What Vegeta? Are you jealous? Can't believe that you were lucky enough to be with me?" Bulma smirked as Vegeta began to seethe with anger. Suddenly, Vegeta put her face in his hands and kissed her.

" You're a bitch." Vegeta smirked back at her.

She got up and dusted herself off, " Not in so many words, Veggie."

Bulma was going on a date with Yamcha tonight. She really didn't want to since seeing his face invoked regret and guilt in her. She was angry that she felt guilty. Yamcha had cheated on her when they were younger and had done stupid stuff when they had fights. The only problem was Vegeta. The awkward crush she had on him in the fall was starting to come back. Add that to the overwhelming amount of lust for him and that meant a really sticky situation.

Then a thought came to her. What if all those feelings were coming from little time with her boyfriend? No, they spent a good amount of time together when Yamcha should've been training. Bulma shook her head, she would believe that her and Yamcha didn't spend enough time together. If she kept thinking about why Vegeta and her were attracted to each other, she'd give herself a headache.

Okay, restaurant, she thought, I need a good, conservative outfit. She breezed through all her clothes, expecting to not find anything suitable. Surprisingly there was the perfect outfit. She slipped on the white turtleneck and calf-length red skirt. That was weird, Bulma mused as she looked at her shoes and found the perfect pair, dead center. Black, knee-length boots. She looked around her closet. This was getting weird.

She walked out and looked for her purse, which she usually could never find when she had to go on a date. Bulma looked at her bed and, low and behold, there was her purse. This couldn't be right. Then she spotted the neon yellow sticky note on her mirror.

Make sure you get home early to start working on making those grandchildren with Vegeta! Love mom.

There were a couple hearts doodle at the bottom. Bulma shook her head and crumpled up the note. She had a boyfriend already.

Bulma smiled at Yamcha as he droned on about nothing in particular. He was so boring! If it wasn't baseball, it was training! Holy Kami! But Bulma nodded and smiled like a good girlfriend.

Then a thought hit her. When did Yamcha and her relationship turn into something this dreadful? She either needed to ditch Yamcha or learn to listen.

" Yamcha?" Bulma looked at him and he continued to blather. She decided to clear her throat and try again, " Umm….Yamcha?"

He stopped, grinned, " Yeah babe?"

" It's over."

Yamcha kept grinning but the humor vanished from his eyes, " What?"

" It's over. I can't stay in a relationship that I hate," Bulma stood up from the table, " I can't carry on this lie." She felt a heavy weight lift off her shoulders. Finally, she thought, no more guilt. She left the restaurant without a thought.

Yamcha just shook his head; " I shouldn't have gone to that party."

Bulma stood out on her lawn wearing ratty jeans, a simple white shirt, and her fuzzy snow boots. She loved West City on a winter morning. No one was awake yet and there was barely a coating of snow on the ground despite the fact that it was early January. Bulma closed her eyes and drew in crisp, cool air. As she stood there in the growing morning light, Bulma felt great, better than she had in months.

On mornings like this, there was no Yamcha, no monsters, no impending doom, and no deadlines.

But there was Vegeta.

He walked as quietly as he could behind Bulma. Right there, she looked fragile, untouchable. Beautiful. Vegeta mentally slapped himself; he spent too much time alone. He was getting too damn sentimental.

Bulma lifted her face to the sun. " Good Morning Vegeta."

" What the hell are you doing? If you don't have a coat on you'll die from a cold," Vegeta puts his hands on her arms and rubbed them.

Bulma fell backward and let herself be caught by him, " I like you." she opened her eyes now and stared at the clear blue sky.

" What?" Vegeta looked down at her resting comfortably in his arms.

" I have a huge crush on you. I've been afraid to tell you for such a long time." Bulma shifted so that her chest pressed into Vegeta's. " Do you like me back. And don't go off saying how saiyans don't have crushes."

" Well, I guess I…." Vegeta trailed off and looked down at her.

" You totally have a crush on me too, don't you?" When Vegeta didn't answer she threw back her head and laughed. She linked her fingers with his and rested her head on his chest. " Let's get inside."

" You can go inside. I don't have time for anything foolish." Vegeta tried to move away but Bulma pulled him back.

"There's always time." Bulma moved up and captured his mouth.

Bulma's mother floated through the living room, humming a jaunty tune.

" Wow mom you sure look chipper today." Bulma sat on the couch with a book and watched the plate of cookies her mother had with intent.

" I'm always happy when love is in the air!" Mrs. Briefs grinned and set the cookies on the coffee table and then began a little circling waltz across the soft carpet and hummed more.

Bulma ignored her mother and dived on the plate of cookies. Since she was out with Vegeta early in the morning, she missed breakfast. Her stomach growled in agreement, as she stuffed a cookie in her mouth. All of sudden she decided it would be a yummy idea to put hot sauce on it. Bulma shook the outrageous idea out of her head and stared at her mom.

" I'm so happy you and Vegeta are in love! It'll make having grandchildren so much more special!" Bulma's mother fluttered her hands as she sat next to her daughter, who bolted upright at the mention of love.

" Mom I'm not in love." Bulma shook her head quickly. " We're not in love. Vegeta's not my boyfriend."

Bulma's mother happily interrupted her daughter, " But you want him to be! I know. I see how you look when you and him are talking. You start to glow a bit. It's darling."

" Mamma?" Bulma drew her legs to her chest and circled her arms around her knees. " I really like him and he likes me. That's all I'll say. That's all there is."

" Yay! I'm so happy! I should start knitting booties for the grandchildren." Mrs. Briefs walked away quickly talking to herself about colors and names.

Bulma shook her head and picked up her book. That's all there was. They knew they liked each other. What were they going to do about? They couldn't just ignore and hope it'd go away. Could they?

" I'm sorry Vegeta. They ship won't be ready until April at the most. You'd still have a year and a month till the androids come to train and travel."

" I need to leave as soon as possible." Vegeta sat in the chair next to Bulma's dad and looked at the schematics that appeared on the computer.

" That's all fine and dandy Vegeta. I'll have it to you as soon as possible. In April." Mr. Briefs took his coffee mug and began to drink when his wife burst into the lab.

" GCs dear!" was all she said before fluttering out. Mr. Briefs choked on his coffee and Vegeta stared at the door.

"GCs?" Vegeta asked, raising a brow.

" Grandchildren." Mr. Briefs put down his coffee cup and returned to the computer.

" What did you say?" Vegeta turned back to the computer.

" I said Grand capsules. Top secret project. So why have you decided to leave?"

" I've reached a lull in progress. I need different places to train. I haven't reached super saiyan yet and." Vegeta moved out of his chair and began to pace.

" Yes, yes. It's priority number one. It's your destiny. I've heard it before. Bulma and I have been working constantly on upgrades and improvements. By the way, you leaving doesn't have anything to do with my daughter does it? If you are leaving as a way to break up with her, I need to tell you that it's the coward's way out."

Vegeta paused for moment before replying, " No."

" Well then. I'll begin on that ship." Dr. Briefs smiled and pet the cat on his shoulder.

" Could you….." Vegeta trailed off, hoping that the aging scientist could fill in the rest.

" Yes, I'll keep it from Bulma. You'll need to tell her though and she won't be happy. She's very fond of you."

" Yeah, I know."

A/n I love writing about Bulma's parents, can't you tell? I feel bad cuz in my last story I ignored them and they're too damn funny. So Bulma's broken up with Yamcha which I know most of you have been praying to have this happen. However, he's not gone! Not in the least bit! And Vegeta wants to leave? Why? It'll all be explained next time on OZRAB!

Btw, keep those reviews coming! I get all happy when you people tell me what you think.

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