A/n Chapter 11! Makes me soooo happy. So many people spreading their love in reviews. YAY! I hope that it doesn't seem like I'm rushing this story since the last chap occurred in the middle of January and this one is at the end of February.

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Oh, Zat Rings A Bell

Ch. 11

Foreboding

The only time to spend time with Vegeta was at three AM. It was the only time that he would stay there and listen to you. Of course, he was asleep at that time but Bulma still liked to watch him sleep. His face was calm but his muscles tense as if he was ready to jump up into battle at the drop of a hat. It was the first time Bulma had ever spent time after sex curled up close to Vegeta. Every time before this one they either rested for a couple minutes or were immediately scrambling for clothing.

It was odd how over the last month or so their relationship turned from lustful and sinful to lustful and acceptable. However, Vegeta was still not considering himself as her boyfriend. In her eyes, Vegeta was her boyfriend. He needed her although he would probably never admit it. Vegeta had always been alone in his life. She knew that it scared him knowing that Bulma cared for him so much. It also scared Bulma how strong her feelings were for him.

Worry lines formed on her boyfriend's face and she smoothed them out with her thumb.

" Hi Vegeta." She whispered.

He kept his eyes closed as he spoke. " Why do you insist on staring at me?"

" You're really handsome Vegeta."

" That doesn't mean you're allowed to stare at me. Stalker woman." Vegeta opened his coal black eyes and stared at her face.

" I'm not a stalker, you just happen to be everywhere I am." She kissed his forehead and moved on her back.

" Say it. Whatever's on your mind just say it." Vegeta continued to look at her with confusion and lust.

" Fine. Tongues are weird. They're always moving around in our mouths all the time." Bulma grinned at the ceiling.

" You're very odd." Vegeta closed his eyes and pulled Bulma close to him. She turned towards him and licked his cheek. " What the?"

" Sorry. I couldn't resist." She pressed her cheek to the scar that lay on his heart.

Bulma was his and Vegeta was hers. She couldn't be happier.

Bulma had woken up at ten with bad stomachache. She had blamed it on the fact that she had to cook last night. She was a bad cook but she'd never admit it to anyone but herself. It wasn't her fault that she didn't know when chicken was done cooking. Bulma shook her head and hummed as she typed.

She broke free for a minute to sip some ginger ale since her regular coffee wasn't sitting well. As Bulma walked to her mini fridge to grab some more, she noticed the navy folder on her father's desk. She looked around to make sure he wasn't there and snatched it up. Only important projects were put into colored folders. It also had a little strip of yellow on it, which meant that it was a big priority.

Bulma looked at the folder and pondered. Her father hadn't informed her of any major projects. She shook her head. It was probably a big upgrade for the gravity room. She set the folder back on her father's desk and went to get her drink.

Curiosity killed the cat, she reminded herself as she passed the desk again. Bulma brushed her fingers over the folder. Had curiosity ever killed a human?

Vegeta was annoyed. When did he come to the point that he would stop training just to be with her? All he thought about was her. When he was with Bulma, it seemed like everything else didn't matter. Moreover, when all those thoughts slipped away and the tension began to melt he felt more powerful.

He had to search why all this was happening. He needed peace and quiet to mediate. Vegeta needed to get away from all distractions. That's why he was leaving.

He had already been planning about what to do when he left. He would take as little as possible and go back to his roots as a hunter. Dr. Briefs had already encouraged him to do it. He said that Vegeta would need it to go to another power level.

All he needed to do was get rid of Bulma, and the more time he spent with her, the harder it was to leave. This made him feel horrible. Not only was it a disgrace to the saiyans but it would be mean to her.

Kami, when did he begin thinking about other people's feelings? He was in too deep.

" I have no idea what you're talking about." Mrs. Briefs said as serious as she could.

" You're sure that dad doesn't have any special projects?" Bulma asked again, thinking of the navy folder.

" Nope!" Mrs. Briefs hurriedly set the table for lunch and began to hum. " Go tell my future son-in-law that it's time for lunch.

" Fine." Bulma walked out to the gravity room where Vegeta sat, eyes closed.

" Hey there cowboy. It's time for lunch." Bulma

" I'm trying to meditate." Vegeta kept his eyes closed and tried to block out the woman's presence. " Go away."

" You need lunch."

" I haven't been training at all. I need to rid myself of distractions."

" Am I a distraction?" Bulma asked innocently and sat in front of him.

" Yes."

" Really? Do I just do something to distract you? Or am I a distraction as a whole?"

" You're distracting."

" What about me distracts you? If you told me I'd be less distractive." Bulma grinned at him as he jumped up to pace.

" I need to think."

Bulma moved to her feet, " Stop pacing." Something was off in Vegeta, she could sense it. He stopped and Bulma began to roam around the room.

" So, are you and my dad working on anything together?" She watched Vegeta for a reaction or signal. There was nothing.

" No. Why do you ask?" Vegeta stared at the wall over Bulma's shoulder.

" Nothing, it's just that I found this folder. I didn't look at it but I guess it just made me wonder." Bulma shrugged, " Let's go eat."

Bulma sat there in her lab chair and stared at the menacing navy folder on her desk. It just sat there, as if it had nothing to hide.

" What the hell is inside you?" Bulma grumbled. She couldn't believe she skipped out on seducing Vegeta into bed to stare at a folder. She couldn't touch it. Something was telling her not to open it.

" Are you hiding something from me?" she asked the little folder. Bulma tilted her head to the side. Why couldn't she just open it? Open it, open it, open it! Her mind screamed at her violently. Her pulse began to thud hard as her fingers gripped it, ready to open the folder and let the contents spill out.

" Woman?" Vegeta asked quietly. He stood at the door and couldn't make himself walk into the lab or away from it. He couldn't go to bed and not be with her. Bulma stood up from her seat and sauntered over. She gave him a small, cat-like grin.

" Hey Veggie. Couldn't sleep without me I see."

Vegeta couldn't help himself. She was turning out to be all the things Vegeta thought he didn't want. Freeing himself of her essence was beginning to turn into a very tough challenge. He moved in and kissed her roughly and didn't, couldn't, break away until the kissed turned brutal. Bulma responded quickly and slid a hand to her favorite spot on Vegeta's shoulder. He felt her nails dig in little sparks of pain. It was enough for Vegeta to grip the dwindling cords of his control and back away.

Bulma was flushed and disappointed, " What the hell was that for?"

" Nothing. I need to sleep." He mumbled and turned to walk out. He forgot about the hand on his shoulder and didn't move much when he turned.

" I'm stressed. I should take a nice, long shower." Bulma said politely.

" Yes, take a shower. You stink." Vegeta brought his hand up to hers, preparing to take it away. He let it sit there on top of hers and couldn't make himself take it away.

" No."

" No?"

" No. I should take a shower."

" What are you mumbling?" Vegeta looked at her oddly.

" I should take a shower. You should take a shower." Bulma's grin was back and she gave his shoulder a squeeze.

" I need sleep."

" No, you need to be more spontaneous. You're really stressed too. Hopefully shower sex will loosen you up enough to tell me what's troubling you."

Vegeta began to mumble excuses and was silenced by Bulma's finger against his lips. She tugged at him and smiled. " Vegeta?"

" Sure."

Bulma slipped on her favorite faded flannel robe and headed downstairs. It was time to open that navy folder. She glanced at the wall clock. It was a little past three in the morning and no one was awake.

" It's time to see what's inside you Mister Folder." Bulma flipped the folder open. Before she could scan the contents, there was a bump.

" Bulma Dear, is that you?" Her mother called out.

" Yeah just finishing up some work." Bulma's mother flounced in clad in a fluffy lace nightgown that Bulma hated.

" You should go to bed sweetheart or at least making grandchildren." The aging woman frowned at the folder than sat on Bulma's desk. That must be the thing that's been troubling her, Mrs. Briefs thought.

" Mom stop it. That whole grandkid bit is getting old." Bulma frowned and prepared to scoot her mother out of the lab.

" I want you to have a nice, settled family life. Right now I want you to sleep."

" I will. I just gotta save some files. It'll take me a few minutes." Bulma smiled and gave her mother a friendly nudge.

" Alright dear. If anything's troubling you, I'm here." She floated out the door, humming a lullaby.

Bulma sighed and decided to get some coffee. The homey task of grinding and brewing the coffee was only a way to avoid something bad. Bulma knew, deep down, that something bad was in the folder. Something wrong.

She fixed the coffee, settled herself, and sighed, " Let's open you up."

A/n CLIFFHANGER! I know it's annoying. What's in the folder? Is it bad? Or is it good? You'll have to just read and find out on the next chapter of OZRAB!

Btw, if you hate my cliffhanger, or want me to be motivated enough to give you more chapters you could always review. Just to let ya know. (Wink wink)

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