Bulma dragged Vegeta through every inch of the mall and there was still no sign of Yamcha and his new squeeze. She plopped down on the nearest bench only to assault her behind with synthetic hardness.

"Ouch," she yelped and grimaced in pain.

"If your butt was more toned that wouldn't have hurt a bit," Vegeta crossed his arms and threw his right leg over the other. He miscalculated the proximity between them and nipped Bulma's knee with his foot.

"ARRGH," her hand clutched her knee and she shot Vegeta her bitchiest of glares. Fat comments never fail to awaken the inner demon in every female. "Are you saying I'm fat?"

Vegeta chuckled and looked at a couple seated in the adjacent bench. Their tongues lapped at each other while the male caressed and tousled the female's hair in his hands. His face distorted in an expression of disgust. He turned to look at Bulma, at least she wasn't that repulsive. If he were to be completely honest with himself, she wasn't repulsive at all. In the back of his mind, he had a replaying fantasy of Bulma. Her hair was being blown by a soft wind. The skimpy two piece she wore clung ineffectively to her body. She licked her lips then pouted sexily before she sank her teeth into a ridiculously giant burger. Everything seemed right except for the puzzling burger that always appeared, he must've seen it on television somewhere.

"What are you staring at? Stop, it's rude to stare-" Bulma stopped short when she realized that it was Yamcha and the red head in the next bench. Her body convulsed with anger. Without rehearsing what to say, she rose from the bench and walked right in front of the busy couple.

"B-Bulma..," Bulma tried to read Yamcha's expression. He was obviously surprised but he showed no signs of guilt or shame. He was over her and she could not believe it. Yamcha straightened his collar and stood up. "Bulma, I'd like you to meet Dana. Bulma, Dana. Dana, Bulma. Bulma's a good friend of mine."

The word 'friend' pierced Bulma's heart like a bullet. Weeks before they formally broke up, she had already accomplished emotional upheaval. But having Yamcha dismiss her like this so nonchalantly was beyond cruel, it connoted a truth that she'd tried hard not to believe. Yamcha had never truly loved her, their entire relationship had been founded on false notions. Bulma gave Dana the once over and quickly identified her as a Class A slut, nothing really special, but perhaps she was exactly what Yamcha needed- an easy lay.

"So you're here alone," Yamcha had the nerve to ask as he fondled Dana's hand the same way he used to with Bulma.

"Of course not, I'm here with-" Bulma swallowed and braced herself for whatever reaction she might illicit. "My boyfriend."

Yamcha dropped Dana's hand and looked dazed for a second or two. He had clearly not expected this. Bulma tried hard not to smile in victory, she had hit him where it mattered. Landed a hard one right on his ego. Bulma felt someone's hand grasp her waist. The touch was new, but not unwelcome. She turned and Vegeta was at her side. A feeling of comfort and protection soothed her.

"Hi! I'm Dana," Dana outstretched her hand to Vegeta, smiling and seeming a bit too eager. She batted her eyelashes and stared at him intently. Vegeta did not even offer the slightest acknowledgement to the gesture. Dana's hand remained mid-air for a few more pathetic seconds before she let her arm fall limply to her side. Her smile evolved into a vicious glare as her eyes shifted to Bulma. "Well someone here has bad taste."

"Way to treat a lady, jerk," in truth he was angrier with Dana for acting like such a cheap whore. Well, he did just meet her at some sleazy club but he wasn't about to let Bulma find out about that. He'd yell at her later but for now he was going to bruise this guy's face. "You'd better apologize or I'm going to have to make you."

Vegeta pulsed race with each second. Bulma's weakened, she gave Vegeta a knowing glance. Just don't kill him, her thoughts pleaded. Before she could employ a delay tactic, Yamcha lunged forward and swung hard at Vegeta's face. Vegeta dodged the blow and smashed his right fist into Yamcha's gut. Blood spewed out of Yamcha's mouth, in less than a second Vegeta's elbow knocked him into the floor sending pieces of cracked flooring flying in all directions. Dana just stood there like a dazed idiot. Bulma tapped her shoulder, as Dana turned to look she threw a solid punch right in her face. Dana fell in a heap right on top of Yamcha.

"I didn't know you could punch like that," Vegeta looked at Bulma admiringly.

"Er, thanks.. Neither did I. But we've got to get out of here."

Vegeta could see security guards approaching them from all directions. He grabbed hold of Bulma and flew out of there.

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What had just transpired inside the mall was all a blur to Bulma. Her head felt light and she was on the verge of a migraine. Looking around she took in the familiar surroundings of her room. Her hands grabbed hold of the sheets on her bed. Vegeta must've ignored her pleas to fly at such a high altitude. She knew how most men were race car fanatics, but racing airplanes was a bit too extreme for her taste. Being that high in the air must've made her pass out. She rolled onto her side then let out a glass shattering scream. Startled, Vegeta nearly fell out of the bed.

"What the hell are you screaming for," he rubbed at his eyes and sat up in bed. His right hand reached high above his head. "Oh, forgot I don't have hair anymore." He opted to scratch his scalp instead, which proved equally, if not more, gratifying.

"You… dirty… pervert…," even her angriest of glares looked somewhat sexy to him at the moment. But he didn't understand what she was so mad about. He had just kicked her ex's ass, way to show gratitude. "How dare you use my body without my permission! Not even Yamcha had gotten that far with me! You bastard!"

"W-what are you talking about," Vegeta looked bewildered. Bulma looked as though she was about to kill him. She held her glare for a about three more seconds before her hand slapped him hard across the face. Not expecting this, Vegeta was caught by surprise. His cheek felt a slight, short-lived sting. Turning, his seemed to glow in the dark. Anger burned inside of him, never in his life had a woman demonstrated such disrespect. Bulma quickly regretted doing it, the covers flew as Vegeta practically leapt towards her. She struggled under his grip, he pinned both her shoulders down with his hands. Her features twisted in agony, she knew Vegeta was strong, but she had never felt his power used against her. "I'm going to kill you for that, bitch."

"Any last words before you die," his lowered his face until it was just a hair's distance from hers. She had to do something quick. But what? His breathing was hard and uneven. His ki seemed to be rising by the second. Bulma felt engulfed by a radius of steadily heating energy. Oh my God, he's going to roast me alive!, beads of sweat rolled down her temples. The heat was pricking her skin like needles. She didn't know what the outcome would be but it was worth trying. Her head lifted off of the pillow and her lips pressed firmly into Vegeta's.

As if she'd just flicked the off switch, Vegeta reverted back to his normal, inoffensive state. Contrary to his perceived roughness, Vegeta's lips were soft and extremely kissable. Bulma rolled over and landed on his chest. The neckline of her dress had slipped dangerously low, noted by the look of Vegeta's fixed stare. Not removing her lips from his, she guided his hands to her chest. Shivering in excitement, he ripped her dress halfway down. Bulma writhed out of what was left of it as his fingers explored the contours of her now completely bare breasts. Vegeta let out a series of soft sighs as he caressed them. He was beyond aroused and Bulma could imagine how constricted an area in his pants might be. Her hands traveled to his zipper and tugged it down. His fully erect member bulged out immediately, rubbing against her thigh. Vegeta bit his lip to suppress a moan.

"I thought you were going to kill me, Mr. Prince of Saiyans," she couldn't help but tease him in his helpless state. Vegeta blushed violently, there was nothing he could say in defense as his hands remained doing as they were. "You've touched me enough. Now taste me."

Partly concerned whether he was doing it correctly, he began to lick her breasts wildly stopping only to delicately suck on her nipples. Bulma moaned loudly, sending shivers of excitement throughout his body. She grabbed onto his manhood and guided it into her. With significant effort, he slowly penetrated her sending her into rioting screams of both pleasure and pain. He couldn't hold it any longer, he began to yell loudly in ecstasy. After several more thrusts, he tipped the peak of pressure and let go. Their bodies shook in unison for several seconds before they both collapsed on top of one another.

"I'll kill you once I get my strength back..," he managed to whisper between heaving breaths.

"No, you won't," Bulma kissed him and held his face in her hands. Vegeta just smiled and returned the kiss, then retired into a deep slumber. Men. So much for a romantic moment.

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Bulma awakened for the second time that day to the sound of a running shower. That bastard, you'd think he'd at least feel that what happened was special, she cursed as she headed to the bathroom planning to yell her lungs out at that Bakka Prince. A round, bald head silhouetted in the hazy shower glass. Her leg itched suddenly and she reached down to scratch her calf. Stubs of newly growing hair brushed against her fingertips. She tried to recall the last time she'd shaved her legs.

Bottles of cream, lotion and whatever known cosmetic commodity cluttered her cabinets and drawers but not a single razor. Where did I put it? I just used it yesterday to shave that jerk's head, she shoved past a few more unneeded items. She blew out an irritated sigh and caught sight of something in the trash bin. Bending down to get a better look, there it was amongst used tissues and other unnamed detritus.

What the heck is it doing there?, about to lecture Vegeta on throwing out her property she stopped short of herself. A smile slowly spread on her face when the realization hit her. She looked to the figure scrubbing away in the shower.

You're right, Vegeta, you won't be needing that anymore, she sat patiently on the counter and waited for him to finish up.