Title: Tamed Heart

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, although I do wish I did, I think I'd be rich…OR any of the songs that I have used in this story!

Author's Note:

Well hey there y'all! Welcome back to the story! It is now chapter eight and I wonder what is going to happen know, tear. This is kind of depressing, no one really doesn't like to review anymore, I am starting to think my story either sucks balls or reviewing is lame to everyone. Tear.

But that is okay, I still know how many people actually go to it, I still have hits…but that is still pathetic. Anyway, On with the story, we're almost done!

Last Time:

The band finally finished their first tour every, the last three concerts they went to they had awesome response to. Unfortunately, Bulma is already starting to notice the difference in everyone, what will happen to them?

Chapter Eight

"Oh it is so good to be home," Bulma sighed with relief. She missed being home and in her own bed. Since the band had been noticed, she had left her home town still on rocky terms with her father. But now, she was home, she walked around the big mansion, wondering where she would find her mother.

"Mom?" Bulma called out.

"Bulma? Sweetie, is that you?" Bunni walked into the living room and saw Bulma. She grinned, "Oh baby, I can't believe you are finally home! For a second there I thought you wouldn't even come home for the holidays."

"No, we all wanted to come home for awhile, even though it is only for a month," Bulma stated with a shrug. "So how is everything?"

Bunni smiled faintly as they walked into the kitchen, "It has been fine, your father is furious with himself that he wasn't supportive enough and had hoped you would call or come home. We saw you guys play few times, but others I made sure your father worked, I wouldn't want him to see you in all those sex clothes." Bunni giggled.

"Ha. Thanks, yea some of the things I wore were wow, but it was fun, I enjoyed myself," Bulma smiled.

"I have a question dear," Bulma looked at her mother. "Are the magazines and tabloids right about what they said? You were always partying and out and about?"

"Sometimes yes and sometimes no," Bulma smiled faintly. "I was even in Playboy…surprisingly."

"Oh I know, your cousins best friends have you hung on their walls," Bunni grinned and Bulma laughed. "Oh, it is so good to have you home, I have missed you so much!"

"Thank you," Bulma smiled.

It was Christmas Eve and Bulma was out hopping with ChiChi and 18 for the afternoon before the night started. They had barely seen one another since they had came home, but that was understandable. It was family time.

"So, How has your guys' break been so far?" Bulma asked.

"Good I guess," ChiChi shrugged. "Mostly spend time with family and Goku, you know, like I always do."

"I am always with Krillen, you know that," 18 smiled. "How are you and you father doing lately, I know you guys didn't get off on the right foot before we left."

"Things are okay I guess, but I feel like he is going to blow up on me here soon," Bulma shrugged. "He looks at me and talks to me like I am a little child, one who did a porno shots and sings in their bathing suits."

ChIChi laughed, "He is your father, of course he is going to acted like that. He is probably hoping this won't last long so you'll stay home and take over the business."

"Yeah, I've been thinking, if this doesn't finish out right, maybe I'll go to the movies, ha, maybe I'll just run my own business," Bulma winked. "But I have to get home you guys, it was great seeing you all."

"Same to you, happy holidays B," ChiChi said and 18 agreed with a smile.

"I love you two, and have a happy holidays and I'll see you guys next week," Bulma waved as she left the mall.

"I'm home?" Bulma walked into her house, she stripped off her heavy jacket and kicked the snow off of her boots and pulled her hair out of her hat. "Mom? Dad?"

Bulma walked through the living room and walked into the kitchen, she noticed her parents sitting at the table, talking quietly.

"It isn't right, I have business men with that damned magazine in their desks, and she is looked at like a whore around the county," Dr. Briefs stated furiously. "I cannot allow her to go back on tour, have you heard what they said about her?"

Bunni nodded no as tears ran down her face.

"One of my interns went to her concert, she strips and she dances in water; he even saw her at bars, getting drunk and smoking. Not only that, the whole band of them partied every night. It isn't right," Dr. Briefs sighed with disappointedly.

"Excuse me, but it is none of your business what I do and how I do it," Bulma shouted in the kitchen at her father. "I am almost twenty and I am free," Bulma stated.

"Young lady, you are in this house, you will obey what I say, and you will not be apart of that damn band anymore, you are smarter then that," Dr. Briefs retorted.

"Oh fuck you!" Bulma turned around and put her jacket on and left, slamming the door behind her.

"That wasn't what I wanted to happen," Dr. Briefs lowered his head.

Bunni sighed and walked towards her husband, "It is okay, I understand what you are trying to do, you are trying to save our daughter. I am not blind either, but sometimes, she is going to have to face her own mistakes."

Bulma stood at the apartment door knocking. It was around mid-night and Bulma realized that she had left her house around three in the afternoon and walked around for more then eight hours. She was exhausted and did not want to go home.

Bulma started to knock at the door louder until it opened. Vegeta stood there in his pajama pants with no shirt, "What the hell do you want?"

"I need a place to sleep, please…" Bulma asked.

"Whatever," Vegeta walked away from the door and Bulma smiled and walked inside.

"Thank you Vegeta, I owe you one," Bulma grinned as Vegeta walked into the kitchen and tried to find something to drink.

"So what happened this time?"

"Daddy wants me to quite the band, same old same old ramble," Bulma sighed. "I hate him sometimes." Bulma sat down on the couch and started to cry, "It isn't fair, I was an A straight student my whole life in school and I have down nothing but please them, I want to do my own thing and when I do, I am a whore."

Vegeta sighed, walking by the couch and sitting beside Bulma. Vegeta placed his arm around her as she leaned into his arms crying.

"It is okay, I promise," Vegeta smirked; Bulma looked up and smiled faintly. Vegeta couldn't help but feel drawn to her, maybe it was pity, or maybe she looked beautiful with her tears falling from her cheeks; but Vegeta did what he thought was best, he pulled her body up to his and placed his lips on hers.

Bulma moaned as she deepened the kiss, Vegeta pushed down on her, pushing her body down below his own on the couch. His hands running over her slender and shaking body.

"Vegeta…" she managed to moan as he ran wet kisses down her neck, lowering to her collarbone and traveling on. He smirked as he heard her moan his name constantly, playing with her breast in one hand while the other started to undress her.

"Vegeta, stop…" Bulma shot up, kicking Vegeta on the ground. "Ow, I am sorry, I've never…you know, I have never done this before…"

Vegeta smirked, "It is fine…"

Bulma stood up and followed Vegeta into his bedroom, closing the door behind her…

Author's Note:

Yippee! Vegeta and Bulma had sex! which I cute out part of, Mawhaha, cause I am cruel. But hey, I am not that good at writing it, maybe I'll do it some day, but for now, just deal! Hehe.

Anyways, I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter and I hope everyone reviews! Thanks and see you next chapter!

-BeckySue