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Oh, Zat Rings A Bell

Chapter 16

The Beginning of Act 2

Vegeta wouldn't talk to her. He acted as if she didn't exist. Bulma tried getting his attention by flirting or starting arguments and even openly mocked him. He didn't care and didn't do a thing.

" I can't believe he won't talk to me!" Bulma was ranting again while she was shopping with Trunks from the future and little Trunks. They were at the mall buying things for the newest party Bulma was hosting. It was a Trunks going away/ celebrating Cell's defeat/ Celebrating Goku's life party.

They walked into the food court and big Trunks went to find seats. Bulma had baby Trunks in a baby harness that was strapped to her chest. She looked down and made funny faces to her baby as she stepped into a line for a restaurant.

" Hi there." A man stepped next to her.

" Hi." Bulma gave the man an once-over. He was nice looking and was a suit and tie person. That was never Bulma's type.

" Adorable child, must get the good looks from his mother." He smiled winningly and Bulma couldn't help but be flattered. It had been such a long time since she was complimented!

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Trunks went back the line to see what was taking his mother so long. He spotted her talking to some slick guy. He instantly gritted his teeth.

" Hello." Trunks seethed. No one was going to hit on his mother!

" Oh, is this your boyfriend?" The man asked, tensing up.

" My what? No! He's my so---," Bulma paused then grinned, " He's a friend. I'm single."

" Really?" The man smirked and Bulma was getting a major ego boost. " How about I give you my number and we can continue our conversation over dinner."

" Sure." Bulma all but shouted it. She was single; Vegeta wasn't technically her boyfriend. Why not?

The man wrote his number down, handed it to Bulma, and departed.

" Hot damn Trunks! Your Momma just got a date." Bulma smiled at the number. " Even though he's not my type it'll be fun. I haven't been on a date in years. Unless you count watching a crappy black and white movie with Vegeta at two in the morning as a date."

Trunks looked at the paper, " Zach? Only sleaze-balls, dirt-bags, and perverts are named Zach!"

" They are not! People like that are usually called Bart or Woody." Bulma smiled, " Now for every man's favorite activity! It's time to shop for party clothes!"

Trunks groaned and baby Trunks began to cry.

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" Hi Veggie." Bulma grinned at Vegeta the next morning. She had woken up very early to see Vegeta. Some of the gang were still hanging around her house, mainly Krillin and Yamcha, and Vegeta was invited to stay again by her mother.

He moved past her and out the door.

" Vegeta! What is your problem?"

" I'm fine." He paused with his back to her.

" What am I completely?" Bulma asked, quoting the last line of their last argument.

" You," Vegeta turned to her, " You are completely insane."

" Aww, thanks Vegeta. And since we're finishing up that fight, may I say that you're a complete asshole." Bulma smiled and spoke calmly.

" Well, if we were finishing up that fight I would say that you need to get over the fact that I left you. At least I left you with friends. You had a whole support system, it's a shame that you never asked for helped."

" I didn't need help."

Vegeta knew he had definitely struck a nerve, " Then why did you want me to stay?"

Bulma's mouth was dry. It was as if she couldn't make herself say the truth. She turned on her heel and headed to the door.

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" You're going out with a guy named Zach! Tonight!" Mrs. Briefs shouted.

" I know! She's crazy!" Trunks yelled just as loud as his grandmother did.

Mrs. Briefs turned to Trunks, " I bet he spells ' click' like 'clich'." When Trunks gave her a puzzled look she started talking again, " I bet he's a pansy who sits home, watches bad anime shows, and plays a guitar. He probably plays that guitar very badly."

Bulma turned on her stool in front of the mirror. " What does that have to do with anything?"

" A lot! Those hobbies are what form and maintain a relationship! Creepy men make creepy babies! Handsome and smart men make handsome and smart babies! Look at Trunks."

Bulma stopped applying her lipstick and sighed. " Vegeta's not a man. He's a saiyan."

" Mom, that's offensive." Trunks frowned.

" It shouldn't be. You should be happy that your half human." Bulma got up and grabbed her purse. " I need to go."

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The next day was the party and everyone was out in the backyard. It was very balmy summer night and everyone was having a good time. Bulma was upstairs finishing feeding and dressing her son. She had a flowing, tiered white peasant skirt that had a wide brown belt. Since she had been feeding little Trunks, she had left her white silk camisole on. She moved into the bedroom and was desperately searching for her green shirt. All of a sudden, the lights turned off.

" You had a date last night."

Bulma slowly stood up and stared ahead. " Yep."

" His name was Zach."

Bulma rolled her eyes, " Yeah. You can save the whole 'Zach is a horrible name' rant."

" It is." Vegeta moved up to Bulma stealthily. She didn't resist when he pressed her back against his chest. It felt so good to be next to him, it made Bulma very happy. " You don't desire him though."

" How would you know?" Bulma kept her face and voice impassive even though her body was on fire.

Vegeta whispered it in her ear. " You want me." He bent his head lower to nibble her earlobe. Bulma immediately moved away from him and flicked on the lights.

" Well that was then, this is now. I don't want or need you anymore." Bulma spotted her green, collared sleeveless shirt, and switched her camisole with it.

" That's what I thought." Vegeta mumbled as he led the room, appalled at himself for his actions.

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" Something up?" Yamcha asked Vegeta when he sat down.

" No."

" Okay. You just looked pissed. Is it cuz of the battle? I saw what you did. That was so not how you act normally."

Vegeta grit his teeth, " I don't want to talk about that."

" Fine." Yamcha shook his head as he searched for what Vegeta was staring at. " We could talk about Bulma."

" Why the hell are you talking to me. I hate you." Vegeta turned his stare toward Yamcha who just smiled like a dork.

"What you did at the Cell games made me respect for the first time in my life. If you can do that and Bulma likes you, then you can't be that bad."

" What did Vegeta do?" Bulma asked innocently. Suddenly the room got very quiet.

Yamcha spared Vegeta a glance then grinned. " He really brought his A-game."

Bulma shrugged, sensing the animosity in the room. " Of course. Why wouldn't he?"

Mrs. Briefs had heard of Vegeta's protection of Trunks and how everyone didn't mention it. Bulma needed to find these things out on her own, she decided. So Bulma's mother threw up her arms and yelled, " Cheese weasels!"

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Trunks was leaving to go home today and Bulma was giving him lots of hugs. " Come back anytime you want to! Be safe and be good to your mother."

" I will. Spoil little Trunks to death."

" I will." Bulma smiled at her son. " You're so grown up. I have something to take with you." Bulma hurried to her lab to grab the present.

Vegeta walked up to Trunks and kept his face blank. " Keep training."

" I will. It's been great getting to know you. In the other timeline you were dead before I got the chance to have more memories."

" What do you remember?"

" Not much." Trunks took in a slow breath. " So…um…."

" Let's just get this over with." Vegeta held out his hand and Trunks took it. They shook hands and Trunks couldn't help but smile.

Bulma came in teary eyed with a case full of capsules. Both men stared at her awkwardly.

" Oh," She fanned her face, " Don't worry. These are happy tears."

Bulma gave Trunks his gift and they walked outside to the time machine.

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" Vegeta you seriously need to stop stalking me."

" I'm not stalking you woman. We just happen to be in the same kitchen during a thunderstorm that has blacked out the lights."

Bulma smirked, " You're stalking me." Lightning flashed vividly outside and it chilled her to the bone. " Good thing these aren't the old days."

Vegeta turned to open the fridge, " What do you mean?"

" The old days. You know, pre-baby. If this was the old days I'd either be huddled in your bed or making out with you. Thank Kami it's not the old days."

" Yeah, whatever."

" When will it be time to start training Trunks?" Bulma began to occupy her hands.

" I don't know. I don't know if I'll train him." Vegeta kept his hands busy too and moved to the opposite side of the room.

" You should."

" Just because he's my brat doesn't mean I'll train him. I think I'll be training in space in a year or so."

" That's fine. I guess he'll be trained by Goku." Bulma made her voice louder so Vegeta would react. Surprisingly he was calm.

" If that's what you want."

" Damn!" Bulma whirled, " Vegeta if you're going to be here, you're training Trunks. He's your son; it's your right to raise him. I'm not having him turn into a Gohan clone."

" Is that why I'm here? You clearly don't want me for anything else."

" You're here because," Bulma took a breath and turned toward the window, " I'm not ready for you to leave me again."

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A/n Now starts a whole new part of OZRAB. From now on is a roller coaster involving fear, hate, pride, love, and Krillin's big mouth. I hope you continue riding the train till the end.

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