A/n Welcome to the 15th chapter of OZRAB! Thanks for sticking around so long and reviewing. So much love for a much loved fic. finally lets me seperate my paragraphs! YaY!

Disclaimer: I wanted a celebrity to do the disclaimer but sadly all I could find was Chelsea and she's not that good at writing disclaimers without jumping into a box.

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Oh, Zat Rings a Bell

Chapter 15

Ideology

They all thought he couldn't control his power. That was a lie. They all thought he was dumb for pushing himself and that was a lie. He could do whatever he damn pleased. If he wanted to ignore someone, he could. If he wanted to obsess over a dumb earth woman, he could do that too.

Vegeta thought there was something wrong with him. Everyone kept asking him if he could get through to Bulma. Something was wrong with her, he could tell. When he decided to go talk to her to get everyone off his back all he could do was jump her. It was embarrassing that he couldn't keep his hormones in check.

He didn't need her. He had become a super saiyan without her and had progressed to multiple strength levels without her. He didn't understand why he was even thinking about her now. Vegeta also didn't understand why he was looking for her.

He looked at the little baby in the crib. The child that looked remarkably like him.

" Where is your mother? She's usually here by now." Vegeta walked closer to crib as the baby struggled to sit up. Vegeta reached in and helped Trunks on impulse.

" Ababa ya dah." Trunks gurgled.

" What?"

" Dah dah. Ababa ya."

Vegeta stared at the child, " What the hell are you trying to say?"

The baby waved an arm and began talking again, " Dah dah, ababa ya. Dub ah." Then he began to clap his hands. " Dada!"

" Dada? Dad? Yeah, I guess I'm him. Though your mother could've been lying."

" Mama! Mama!"

" Where is your mother?"

Trunks took a toy and tossed it far over Vegeta's shoulder. " Mama!"

" I'm not sure why I'm here. I think I might talk to her."

" Mama!" Trunks chucked a toy at Vegeta's face and acted as if he was throwing something again. " Mama!" Then the baby reached up as if to intend that he wanted to picked up.

" I'm here sweetheart." Bulma reached down and picked the boy who smiled at his mother.

Vegeta turned to her with the child. Bulma met his eyes before he turned and left. Vegeta didn't belong there. In that room was a beautiful, glowing mother and her child. There was no room for a murderer.

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Tomorrow was the tournament. Goku had halted everyone's training and told them they needed to either sleep or go do something fun. Vegeta intended to do neither.

Therefore, he searched for a way to bypass the codes on all the machines then tried sneaking out of the house without alerting everyone. He failed at both.

Vegeta decided it was best to go to sleep and went upstairs. He changed into a pair of baggy sleep pants and began removing the comforter and other heavy blankets from his bed. It was a humid summer night and his ceiling fan did little more than stir the heavy, hot air around.

He heard the door shut behind him and immediately turned around. Bulma stood there in a tight tank top and sleep pants. He could see a strip of her midriff and he hair was put up in a high ponytail. Vegeta kept his hands at his sides and tried to calm himself but all the blood seemed to have drained out of his head as she took a step and closed the gap between them.

" We need to talk." Bulma looked up at him with calm, clear blue eyes.

" Yes."

" We'll probably be up all night talking."

" Most likely." His hands itched to touch the inch of skin between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her pants.

She moved in and pressed her lips to his in a quick, innocent kiss. When she pulled away, he just looked at her.

" We will talk but now," she took his hands and placed them on her body, " Now I just want to feel." Bulma moved in gain and kissed Vegeta, pouring out all her feelings into him.

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" Who put those marks on you?" Vegeta demanded when he spotted the bruises on her hips. It was very early in the morning and Bulma decided to throw on her pajamas again.

Bulma paused and turned dressed in her tank top and underwear. " What are you talking about?"

" The ones on your hips." Vegeta growled as Bulma gingerly touched the dark yellow and blue marks. How dare anyone do that do her! Vegeta could taste the fury in him that seemed to rise from no where.

" You did when we were in the lab. Don't worry about, they don't hurt and I think I might've cut your back with my nails." Bulma picked up her pants, considered, then tossed them on the floor.

Vegeta now remembered, he remembered how his control had snapped. " Let me see your back."

" Okay," Bulma turned and lifted her shirt; " They don't hurt."

There was some faint bruises and cuts in her back. He reached out and traced him as a ball of disgust and anger formed in his belly. " I shouldn't have been so rough." Vegeta mumbled to himself.

" Vegeta you slammed me into a shelving unit, of course I'd get hurt. I should've known not to fight with you, we always end up having sex or wanting too." Bulma put down her shirt and turned to him.

" Don't say that." he snapped angrily at her. Vegeta stalked over to her from the bed and met her eyes; " I'm a murderer. I'm a monster. Don't you dare blame yourself for the things I do." He wanted to ask her so badly; why aren't you afraid of me? But this wasn't the right time.

" I don't! How dare you say that to me! How dare you even think that!" Bulma began to pace. " Vegeta if I gave a damn about your past I would've never let you into my house! Why are you insinuating that I'm stupid?"

" I'm not insinuating anything woman." Vegeta's voice was very quiet compared to Bulma's near-shriek.

" Ya know what Vegeta? You are a very irritable person. If you want to stay up and argue then go to hell. I'm getting some sleep."

" I've actually been to hell. It's not that bad."

" I don't care Vegeta." Bulma moved past him and cuddled under the covers. A moment later loud screams were heard over the baby monitor. " Great." She got out of bed and opened the door. " Vegeta, please get some sleep."

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" Okay everything's fine. Is your armor okay?" Bulma was fretting over Trunk's saiyan armor the next morning.

" Yeah mom, don't worry. We have Goku and father on our side, we can't lose." Trunks grinned and Bulma tried to smile back.

" You haven't faced something like this! I'm not worried, just concerned." Bulma wanted to begin pacing but opted to sit in a chair.

Vegeta was leaning against the wall, " Don't worry woman. The boy will be fine. He probably won't even need to fight."

" Why would he not fight Vegeta?" Bulma asked.

" Simple. I'll probably fight Cell first. I'll win. He won't beat me again. I do not accept defeat."

Bulma and Trunks exchanged exasperated glances.

" Did Goku wrangle you guys earlier for a pep talk?" Bulma asked. She loved hearing Goku's pep talks.

" Yes, you were still sleeping and I didn't want to wake you." Vegeta answered very quickly.

" Thanks." Bulma smiled at the prince then looked away. For some reason, everything between them was very awkward.

The air hung heavily in the kitchen. Trunks blew out a breath, " Tension."

" Smart aleck. Why don't you go see little Trunks before you leave?" Bulma suggested. All I need is five minutes alone, was all she thought.

" Sure." Trunks merrily went to go see his younger self.

" Vegeta I need to ask you for a favor."

" I already know. I'll watch him."

" You don't have to."

" On one condition," Vegeta interrupted, " You don't follow us there. I will not have you there with us."

" But I want to see you guys fight!"

" Bulma, if you go, I'll kill you." Vegeta spoke softly but sternly. He moved to where Bulma sat and placed a hand against her face.

" Vegeta. We never got to talk last night."

" I don't care." Vegeta rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip and they sat there for a while, staring into each other's eyes.

Bulma finally reached up to his hand and brought it away from her face. " I know you're going to freak when I say this but………thanks. Thanks for being there last night. I really needed to get that out of my system."

Vegeta pulled his hand away as if he was burned. He looked away as if choosing what to say. " Yeah, fine. I'm glad it's out your system. We can pick up our lives like they were before you asked me to stay here. Since it's out of our systems." He backed up to the wall, inexplicably hurt.

" Vegeta? Isn't that what you wanted? That's the reason you left. You wanted me out of your system. I understand" Bulma rose out of her chair.

" Can you be that stupid? Having a couple of encounters is not going to get you out of my system. It just solidifies your spot there."

" Then what will because I know you don't want me" Bulma could hear her voice begging to rise with anger and she couldn't stop it.

" What? I don't want you? You are an idiot!" Vegeta threw up his hands and he all but yelled. Outside the kitchen door, the Z gang gathered to listen in.

" I must be an idiot because I thought you didn't want me! I guess I'm wrong. I'm just another dumb human!" Bulma moved so that she was toe to toe with Vegeta and both bared teeth.

" Bulma Briefs you are completely---" Vegeta was rudely interrupted as the door flung open and the gang tumbled in.

Goku got up and dusted off his pants. " Well that door is sturdy. We were, um, testing your door for you Bulma." He knocked on the door, " Yeah that's not sturdy enough."

Bulma and Vegeta whipped their heads to Goku, " Leave!" they shouted in unison.

The gang got out quickly with many utterances of " sorry" and "oops."

" I am completely what?" Bulma asked in a whisper.

" It's time to go." Goku announced outside the door.

" I have to go." Vegeta turned and opened the door where the gang stood awkwardly a few feet away.

" Wait." Bulma grabbed Vegeta's arm and turned him.

" What?" he growled.

Bulma leaned and kissed him on the cheek. " Be careful."

Bulma then let go and shut the door on Vegeta who had a shocked look on his face.

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A/n Yay! Another chapter done! What does Vegeta think of Bulma? I dunno, I haven't written chapter 16 yet! I hope I have time to write more but my parents are being dumb.

If you want a celebrity doing the disclaimer, I think more reviews would be a good idea.

Alex