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Chapter 3:

What's Up With Vegeta?

Bulma continued to ponder Vegeta's recent behavior as she bustled aimlessly around the house for another hour or so.

"If I don't do something constructive soon, I'm afraid that I'll wind up acting like my mother! I know! I'll fix Veggie-head's machine! That oughtta keep me busy!" so saying, she paraded out onto the property, where Vegeta's Gravity Chamber was stationed, with her trusty toolbox.

After five strenuous hours of repairing and replacing parts to the machine, Bulma had finished her project in record time.

"Ah-ha! And I thought it would take much longer! Wow! It's already past 8! And the sun's still up, cool. I guess I'd better get dinner together before the Saiyan Prick bites my head off."

"Stupid baka-woman, your head is too big to fit in my mouth even if I wanted to bite it off!" a familiar voice sneered.

"It's an expression Vegeta! It's not meant to be taken seriously! Baka- yaro!" Bulma retorted, happy that he seemed normal again; that politeness crap had really freaked her out.

"So you finally fixed my machine. Where's dinner?!"

"That's all I get? No 'good job, woman' or 'thank you, baka?' Just 'where's dinner?!' I had thought you were more properly educated in manners than that, Mr. Prince!" she ground out irritably. "I'll have you know that I spent five nonstop hours fixing this machine for you today! I think I deserve a little thanks at the very least!"

"You want gratitude woman?" Vegeta growled next to her ear. Bulma's body quaked under his scrutiny and his angry voice wasn't helping either. She felt like a choice lamb set for auction and being sized up by a potential buyer. "Then get that shitty sissy, Kakarrot to praise you. Or that baka you called your boyfriend. But I can assure you that you will never, ever get any such gratitude from me...ever!"

Bulma's body shook and she was on the verge of tears when he finally pulled away and retreated into the house. She wrapped her arms around herself protectively and slowly followed him into the building. As soon as she entered, the sound of the shower and a repetitive ringing greeted her ears. She picked up the phone quickly and fought to control her emotions.

*"H-hello?"* she answered tentatively.

*"Bulma-babe! Wassup my honey? It's your Yamcha-man!"*

*"Hello Yamcha. What do you want?"*

*"What do I want? I want to see you, tonight! I really wanna talk to you, face to face. If you're still angry at me about those girls, I'm sorry doll. They were just friends, and we didn't have sex. I was showing them how to give massages."*

*"What about what you said about me, hmmm?"*

*"I didn't mean any of it! I swear! I was just kidding around!"*

*"Somehow I don't believe that, Yamcha."*

*"You've gotta! You're the only one who means anything to me! At least meet me for dinner so we can talk!"*

*"I don't know, Yamcha. I'm not really in a talking mood..."*

*"Come on! It won't be a date or anything! Just for us to decide about where we're at! Think of it as a conference, a meeting between friends! I love you, Bulma, please!"*

*"Fine. But just to talk."*

*"Yeah! Thanks Bulma! You won't regret it! I'll meet you at the Pacific Platter around ten, okay?"*

*"Sure. Sayonara. See you at ten."*

Bulma hung up feeling much better than she had when answering the call. Oh well, she still had around a month until her "prince" showed up and swept her off of her feet, might as well enjoy her single life while she could. She bounced up the stairs and listened as the pouring water of the shower suddenly ceased, causing her to duck into her bedroom before the bathroom door swung open.

She leaned against her door as she mentally picked out her outfit for her "conference." Deciding to feed the Saiyan first, she quickly darted down the stairs into the kitchen and shoved one of the meals her mother had prepared into the oven. She ignored the fact that she hadn't let it thaw and turned the controls on the stove top, after she had finished prepping the oven, she rushed up to the second story and into her room once again before the Saiyan had finished dressing.

Bulma hummed contentedly as she chose and discarded hundreds of dresses, blouses, skirts, shorts, and pants before finally deciding on the perfect ensemble for the occasion. The sensible, floor-length, blue and purple flowered tank-top dress, along with simple tweed sandals, gave her a conservative, friendly look. To accent the dress' Hawaiian style, she applied light make-up and funky jewelry with various types and sizes of shells. Her blue hair was pulled halfway into a clip with strands hanging loose by her face. After she checked and rechecked her reflection, Bulma finally skipped down the stairs happily.

Her lips cracked a sly smile as she entered the kitchen to see the prince bending over to look into the stove. His position gave her a most scrumptious view of his posterior, and she stood watching him for a few moments before announcing her presence.

"It's done when the timer rings." she stated.

"I know that baka. I just don't see the use of your heating these meager meals with such devices." he grunted in reply, straightening himself and turning to face her, much to the lady's dismay.

"Just checking. And they're only small to you because you're a big eater."

"Nan-de-moh. I don't care. Just tell me one thing..."

"And what is that?"

"Did you like the view?" he smirked with a hint of knowing maliciousness.

"Wha-? Oh my Kami, Vegeta! I was not looking at your...your...butt!" she stuttered angrily.

"You didn't answer my question..." he replied as he stalked sexily up to her, his voice deepening ever-so-slightly. "Did you enjoy the view?"

"I...uh...um...I don't have to answer that since I have no idea what you are talking about!" she growled embarassedly, crossing her arms and turning away quickly to hide her blush.

Vegeta chuckled as her tiny nose turned up in the air and her eyes shut angrily. "Since you are too timid to say so, I'll take that as a yes." he said as he swept her into his arms.

"Vegeta..." Bulma protested, more confused than angry now. "What are you doing?"

"I told you we'd meet again Bulma. Forgive me for any earlier comments. My, you smell...delightful." he purred as he inhaled her fruity perfume.

"Okay Vegeta, now I know something is definitely wrong with you. You hate my perfume, you stand as far away from me as possible when I wear any type! Now let me go!" she demanded.

"Oh, but I like this type. Did you wear it for me? Hmmm?"

"No, now I suggest freeing me before I call Goku! And I will if I have to!" she screeched.

A flash of white-hot rage crossed Vegeta's dark eyes at the mention of Goku/Kakarrot. He released Bulma and shook his head in puzzlement as she stood staring at him warily from across the room.

"Woman...what just happened?" Vegeta asked in a daze.

"WHAT JUST HAPPENED? YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO MAKE A MOVE ON ME AND THEN ASK WHAT JUST HAPPENED? VEGETA YOU ARE ONE OF A KIND! TRULY ONE OF A KIND!" she yelled angrily.

"WOMAN!" Vegeta roared while holding his ears. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID TO MAKE YOU SO PISSY, BUT BE ASSURED THAT I WON'T EVER DO IT AGAIN IF IT WILL SHUT YOU UP! Now, tell me what just happened!"

"Ummm lets see...oh yeah, you pulled me into your arms, complimented my perfume, and TRIED TO RAPE ME!" she screamed. "That is what just happened you baka!"

Vegeta regarded her with disbelief as she recounted, loudly, what had just transpired. "You lie." he whispered.

"No, I don't! What is with you, Vegeta? First you act all Mr. Sensitive and Sexy, then you're the Arrogant Saiyan Ass! Have you gone completely mental or something?" Bulma ranted aggressively.

"No. I am perfectly fine. Something...else is at work here." he spoke softly, as if fearing that the subject of his prior statement might overhear him.

"I think you are just training too hard. The threat of the androids is probably bothering you, you just need to take it ea-"

"NO!" he interrupted. "It is neither my training nor the androids that is responsible for the recent...events transpiring here. I am telling you that something else is at fault. And I think that I am but a pawn in it's scheme. Well I WILL NOT BE PLAYED! DO YOU HEAR ME?! I WILL NOT BE YOUR TOY DAMMIT!"

"Vegeta, you're scaring me. Calm down please!" Bulma begged of the Saiyan.

"No woman. I have to get to the bottom of this, I won't rest until I do. But, and I swallow a great amount of pride to say this, I am going to need your help."

"I-I can't. I have to meet with Yamcha tonight-"

"Not anymore you don't!" and with that, the mighty prince threw the unwilling genius over his shoulder and flew out of the house.

"VEGETA! PUT ME DOWN NOW!" Bulma screeched angrily, scratching at the back of her captor.

"Shut up banshee! I said I needed your help, and I am going to get it from you! But first we have to figure out what's going on around here."

Bulma eventually gave up her struggling and relaxed in his grip, it was kinda nice. And she sure as hell couldn't complain about the view! Vegeta tightened his grip on her and sped up as soon as he felt she was comfortable with the position, speed, and altitude he'd stuck her with. He couldn't help but revel at the feel of her covered legs clasped tightly underneath his muscular arms, but he mentally reprimanded himself for thinking such...distracting thoughts. It didn't help when the Saiyan felt a soft pat on his buns, he growled lowly and released his grip on the woman.

Bulma couldn't help it. His anus was so inviting. How could a girl resist? But she didn't expect the agitated growl that he emitted, nor did she expect that the next thing she knew she would be dropping towards the ground like a brick plopped into water! All she could do was scream...and scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHHHHHHHHHHHH! HELP! HELP ME VEGETA! AAAAAIIIIIIHHHH! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE! DAMN YOU TO HELL VEGETA, YOU TOO YAMCHA! DAMN YOU ALL TO HELL FOREVER! FOR ALL ETERNITY! HEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLP MEEEEEEEEEE!" Bulma shrieked.

Vegeta all-out laughed at the spectacle she made. But his entertainment was short-lived.

"Oh thank Kami above! I thought I was gonna die! WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT VEGETA?! WHAT ON EARTH POSSESSED YOU TO DROP ME?!" Bulma shivered convulsively after she was caught in Vegeta's strong arms.

"But Bulma, I would never let you fall without the intention of catching you. You are far too valuable to me and my master." Vegeta flashed her a Winterfresh smile.

"Who the hell are you, dammit? And what have you done with Vegeta?!" Bulma growled.

"I cannot tell you that, but I can tell you that you will know all that you need to in a short time. My master is waiting for us as we speak. He has developed a great interest in you and the Prince. Now be a good girl and go to sleep." so saying, he chopped her in the side of her neck and she dropped into unconsciousness.

"Yes, Doctor Ungo will be most pleased with me." he whispered as he used his power over Vegeta's body to fly them to the spot where his spaceship was hidden.