A/N: thanks to everyone who reviewed! Go ahead and gimme "constructive criticism" (sometimes I don't even know what that means) but… yeah :

Ok… I'm gonna do a reply to this review from…"futurepast". Ok. Wow, you're so nice! I like your idea, but I already wrote the story so I can't really change it. But… there's gonna be plenty of evil Vegeta later on… so I hope you still like it and thanks for reviewing!

Disclaimer : don't own dbz or anything else…

Let's go on with the story then… ok?

Chapter 10

The sun had not yet risen above the many buildings lining the city when a high pitched jingle that served as the Capsule Corp. doorbell began ringing. Bulma turned her head and sleepily opened her eyes. A faint beam of light blue light allowed her to see Vegeta sleeping peacefully with his arms wrapped around her waist. She started at the ceiling for a while, wondering what had woken her up.

The doorbell rang again and Bulma groaned, annoyed at the intrusion. The weather was cold and her bed was nice and warm. Did she really have to answer the door? Bulma sighed and sat up in bed, causing Vegeta to stir. He slowly opened his eyes and squinted in the almost darkness.

"What are you doing?" he mumbled, tugging on Bulma's arms. She sighed and took his hand in hers, planting a small kiss on his cheek.

"There's someone at the door", she replied.

"What idiot would get up this early?" Vegeta growled, pulling Bulma on top of him. He tossed the covers over them and held her tightly in his arms. Bulma moaned and buried her head into the crook of his neck, allowing Vegeta to roam her body freely with his hands.

The doorbell sounded a third time and Bulma gently pushed Vegeta away.

"Maybe its… Chi. She might be worried if I don't answer", Bulma suggested, rolling to the edge of bed. She stood up and took a step, gasping in pain as she did so.

Immediately, Vegeta shot up and gave her a worried look. Bulma smiled sadly and explained, "I'm just… a little, uh, sore. I'm ok".

She blushed awkwardly and stumbled towards her door, throwing on a bathrobe in the process.

Vegeta pulled himself out of bed and found some clothes which he quickly put on. He followed Bulma across the hallway and helped her down the stairs.

Bulma winced with each step she took, for she could feel a painful soreness between her legs. This only reminded her of last night and she smiled absentmindedly. Vegeta was much better than she'd expected, and even when he tried to be gentle, Bulma had experienced extraordinary pain.

She slowly made her way to the door and opened it warily.

"What?" she asked when she saw Yamcha standing on her doorstep.

"I- I come in peace", Yamcha stuttered. Bulma looked at him, confused, then realized Vegeta was standing behind her.

"Look. I- uh, Bulma, I just wanted to apologize", Yamcha said. Bulma sighed and opened the door wider, allowing Yamcha to enter.

All three young adults took a seat in the living room and remained silent for a few minutes. Bulma sat on one corner of a sofa with Vegeta on her left. Yamcha squirmed uncomfortably in his seat directly across from Bulma.

"Hey, Look. I just want to say sorry for what I did before. You probably hate me, you know, I understand. But, couldn't you try… couldn't we try to be friends? Just friends?" Yamcha pleaded.

Bulma nodded warily, hoping he would leave if she agreed. Her whole body ached and she felt extremely tired.

"Well, in the case, I guess I came here kinda early. You can - " Yamcha's prepared speech was cut off by a telephone ringing noisily in the kitchen. Bulma sat motionless on the sofa until Yamcha asked, "Aren't you going to pick that up?"

Bulma looked at Vegeta with pleading eyes and he understood that she couldn't exactly get up. Vegeta glared at Yamcha, then stood up and disappeared into the kitchen,. Bulma turned her head and watched Vegeta leave, then turned reluctantly back to Yamcha.

"Ha, that was smart of you to get rid of him", Yamcha smirked.

"I wasn't trying to- nevermind", Bulma laid back on the sofa and closed her eyes, tilting her head back so that her long, smooth neck was exposed to Yamcha. He licked his lips, but remained seated.

"Bulma. What's your relationship with Vegeta?" Yamcha dared to ask.

"He just live here because he has no house", Bulma lied.

"So… he's homeless and he's using you?" Yamcha asked skeptically.

"No, he not", Bulma replied a little too quickly.

"You like him", Yamcha scoffed, looking away. Bulma couldn't make herself lie and say "no", so she nodded weakly.

"Have you guys done anything?" Yamcha asked again. Bulma immediately shook her head and quickly brought her gaze to the floor.

"Liar", Yamcha muttered. He'd known Bulma long enough to tell when she was telling the truth. "I bet you've slept with him, huh? Slut. You could have all the pleasure you want with me, but you'd rather go with him?" Yamcha asked.

Bulma jumped up at this comment and, forgetting her pain, strode over to Yamcha and slapped him hard in the face.

"Get out!" She screamed, tugging harshly on his hair. She dragged him to the door and shoved him outside, slamming the door behind him loudly.

Vegeta, who'd just hung up the phone, leaned against the wall and smirked. He couldn't admit it out loud, but Bulma was one tough girl, and he was proud of her. He knew he wouldn't ever choose anyone over her.

"You ok?" he asked, trying to sound uncaring as Bulma slumped against the sofa. She nodded tiredly and closed her eyes, ready to fall asleep at any moment. Vegeta smiled to himself and walked leisurely over to the sofa. He picked up Bulma's limp body and carried her back to her room. He carefully set her on the bed, and then got in himself. After tossing the covers over them once more, Vegeta hugged Bulma close to his chest. He felt her squirm slightly, then fall motionless.

The phone call was still fresh in Vegeta's mind, and he knew he was supposed to tell Bulma a very important message, but he also knew she was tired. In facet, he didn't feel too awake either. Who knew she could drain so much energy from him? With this thought in mind, Vegeta cradled Bulma in his arms and fell asleep.

A/N: you like? I like! Or at least… I tried. Ok, review please please please!