A/N: Ok I know you are all going to hate me and I don't blame ya if ya flame me. But I really want to get to the bit where Yamcha gets wished back and he find out about V&B. So sorry that I've skipped loads. I swear my next fanfics will be much better! Plus today I am really depressed so I don't really feel like writing more. And I decided not to put any lemon in it so sorry for those people who like lemon.)

Well, it's fair to say that Bulma and Vegeta had a very 'fun' first night on their honeymoon. Although Vegeta would not admit it in the morning. Every time Bulma tried to talk to him he would just grunt and turn away. He last time she had seen him was when he walked into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. That was an hour ago. Bulma was now lying on a sun lounger by the pool, in her purple bikini. She had her hair done up in a ponytail and her darkest sunglasses on. She closed her eyes but could still feel the sun shining on her.

Paradise

She was just dozing off when something stood over her and blocked out the sun. Bulma opened her eyes and took her sunglasses off.

"Oh. Hey Vegeta."

Vegeta was standing beside her with his black swimming trunks on.

"My, don't we look gorgeous today."

Vegeta grunted. Bulma patter a sun lounger directly next to hers.

"I saved you a lounger."

Vegeta grunted again and lay down.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing."

"Fine. Be a prick."

Vegeta smirked.

"Is that the best you can do?"

Bulma sat up and clenched her fists in anger.

"Why can't you just admit that you enjoyed last night!"

People sitting around the pool raised their heads and stared at her. Bulma's cheeks flushed scarlet as she realised everyone had heard her. Vegeta was laughing hard.

"Good one woman."

"Oh shut up you stupid ape man."

"Whatever."

Bulma put her sunglasses on, picked up her towel and ran to their room. When she got in she threw herself on her bed and cried.

Why does he have to be such a prick? It's supposed to be our honeymoon and he's being a total moron!

Bulma was lying on her bed when Vegeta walked in.

"Hey."

Vegeta didn't say anything, he just walked over to the bed and lay down beside her. They lay in an awkward silence for quarter of an hour. Bulma sat up with her legs over the side of the bed.

"Look Vegeta. I can't take this anymore. You've got to say something eventually."

Vegeta got up and sat next to her. Bulma looked at him.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"At least I got something out of you! Why have you turned silent all of a sudden?"

"You keep saying you want me to admit it, and I'm not going to."

"Why not?"

"'Cuz I don't want to."

"But why not Vegeta? You're not making any sense!"

"Because other wise I'll be giving in to your female nonsense. And if I do then I'll be considered weak."

"So it's your stupid pride again? Vegeta, I wont think you're weak. And I wont tell anybody if you do admit it."

"If I admit it, will you stop going on about it?"

"Yes."

"Fine. I enjoyed it. You happy?"

"Yes!"

Bulma threw her arms round his neck and hugged him tightly.