Bulma was tired of work that night, besides the party was up and she still had so much to do. 'People think holding parties is easy! Easy my ass! I have to make sure everything is going fine, the guests are pleased, the music is ok, the food is warm, the sweets look good and I also have to be happy and make my guests feel home! Wow just you Bulma Briefs can make it out smoothly!'

Passing towards her lab with those almost kilometers of crumpled wires, thanks to a certain grumpy sayan, Bulma looked at the table's alarm clock and got very surprised.

"Gosh the party starts in three hours! I haven't even looked myself in the mirror! Besides I still got to warn that monkey head!", Bulma then kicked that pile of soon to be trash wires into her lab and headed straight back to the training place where she last saw Vegeta.

Arriving there Vegeta was nowhere to be seen. The room lights which still worked perfectly fine were off, the small bed in the adjoining room was empty and bathroom, well let's say it smelled good, so prince stuck up truly wasn't in the training machine.

"He's worse than a five year old! One minute he's here, the other he's crossing the moon and causing havocs! Why do strange men keep following you Bulma! Why?!".

"Great now I'll have to walk all the way home again, and still no sign of that jerk!"

On her way home Bulma decided to look in the most obvious place before going to take her bath and get ready herself: His room.

"That bastard must be there!"

"What did you say?", asked a startled Mirai who had just exited his own room.

"I'm looking for that bastard! Since he took more time to get ready than a bride on the day of her marriage!"

"Sorry but I haven't seen him anywhere today, if I do I'll warn him.", said a fresh bathed Mirai. The water drops still clung to his skin like a thin cloth. It wasn't that bad since the day was burning hot, the sun wasn't at any mercy that evening.

"Don't worry, I'll warn him myself. It's not as if he could disappear…Hell, just forget it! He can so much as disappear any time he wants! I'll track him eventually."

"If you say so…", said Mirai excusing himself.

"You know what! I'll worry about him later! I'll take care of myself first! I'm tired of worrying about that self-centered bastard all the time!"

Mirai just shrugged that off. He already took great notice his mother wasn't all that pleased that particular evening. He just followed to his room; he didn't want to cause any problems too.

Bulma then entered her room and slowly closed her door. Her head was full of the shit that jerk had done those past couple of days. Maybe he was jealous after all, seeing her all that time with Mirai and not giving him as much attention as she gave him before. 'Vegeta jealous!? Nahh…', she quickly discarded that thought. She then chose to take care of her personal business and decided a bath would do her wonders…all that warm water, that relaxing soap; it was all that she needed at that moment.

She entered and took her pants and blouse off, heading to the bathroom and to her wonder bath. She then finished opening her door and as soon as she looked straight all she could see was a naked certain sayan lowered on his knees rummaging through her necessities cabin. All her toiletries were spread on the floor, even the most intimate ones seemed unimportant to the puff red sayan who seemed very disappointed while looking through that full-of-shit women cabin, as he mentally put it.

After about seven seconds wondering why the hell Vegeta was on her bathroom floor, making everything a mess and to top it off naked; as naked as the day he was born.

'He wasn't born that size!'

She didn't utter a word before she remembered she was almost naked herself. She then snatched a towel from the back of her door and then started directing all her anger at the sayan.

"What the hell are you doing on my bathroom Vegeta?! Don't you have any respect, wandering naked like this! It's a family house, we don't have to put up with your indecency! For fuck's sake!"

"I wouldn't be here if that shit square you call a bathroom was working properly and had al the facilities I need!"

"Don't tell me you want a training gravity inside your bathroom!"

"I want a soap woman! Is that too much for your affected brain to understand?"

Bulma then walked towards her bathroom shelf and handed Vegeta a already used pinkish soap.

"Now please get out, I need my bath.", she said all the while covering her eyes.

"If I knew you'd comply this fast I would walk around naked more often.", he said he went towards Bulma's bed lazily.

"I have all the time of the world, I can wait.", he said while he sat comfortably at Bulma's white sheeted bed. "It's not as if I could do anything better today, since my machine is broken."

'When she flushes it's not that bad…she looks pretty, yeah pretty….WHAT!AM I CRAZY?", as soon as he finished talking he could see what those simple thoughts had made to him; his body reacted way faster than what he wanted it too.

"Vegeta! You have your fucking soap, now get lost! What?! I can't believe it! You are sitting on my bed, naked! All stinky and sticky!", Bulma said redder than a tomato.

"Go take your bath Onna. I can wait.", he said nonchalantly.

"You have your friggin bathroom!"

"It has no warm water, again as all things you own, it's broken."

"OUT, Vegeta! I want you outta here!"

He just smirked seeing the outburst.

"Not before I have my shower.", he then raised while Bulma held her mouth agape. Then he took the towel around Bulma and headed towards her bathroom.

He certainly would have a very pleasurable bath.

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Later on that day, after the small bath incident Bulma was calm and cool, with her composure in check and her make up in top condition. She sat at her bathroom mirror, applying some blush as well as some pink lip gloss. 'Why can't I get that damned monkey outta my head, those abs, those legs, that…Gosh! What have I just thought! The bastard come here, make my bathroom a mess, then make my clean bed cloth a mess with that sweaty ass and then , to top it off steals my towel and shower…and soap! What else could that jerk do? Steal my panties!...I wouldn't complain that much after seeing all that he's got…BULMA BRIEFS! Stop it already!"

She sent those rather dirty thoughts away while she finished dressing for the dancing party she would hold that evening. The ballroom was wonderfully set, with all the pastel tonalities she wanted, with all the perfect decoration she took so long to set with her crazy mother. She still had half an hour to get ready and thankfully the person who seemed to be the one who brought her more problems, actually behaved nicely the last couple of minutes. Vegeta finished his bath on her room, then as if nothing had happened headed outside the room and went towards his own. There much to his dismissal he put on that 'stupid tight suit', which Blma had bought him a long time ago, well most likely weeks ago, ever since she knew she would be gathering one of her huge parties at Capsule Corporation.

Bulma wanted to be the one looked and appreciated that evening. She would wear the most extravagant clothes she had ever managed to find available in the stores. She would dance until she wouldn't take it anymore.

'I'll show him that many appreciate Bulma Beautiful Briefs! I'll show all of them!', she said a little too cocky to her own taste, still she felt damn well right about her looks.

To receive the guests she would wear a deep wine red dress, a very provocative, but not sluttish dress. It was a V-neck and had a beautiful cut on her lower back as well on the sides of her legs. Everyone would be able to appreciate her creamy white legs; to follow the great look se would wear a very thin stiletto, a deep onyx one, which had some red details on the sides as well as on the heel itself. She just looked enchanting. Her hair was pulled in beautiful soft waves that cascaded down her creamy back.

The guests didn't look bad too, all of them wore fancy clothes 'probably the fanciest ones they own…', she thought while she greeted the majority of the guests. They were around five hundred people in the inner ball room, if she would count all the guests it would be around eight hundred people.

She then went to see her main guest: Mirai. He wore a dark suit, which flattered his boyish/almost men features to the best. He looked incredibly ashamed, still Goku and his family's company seemed to ease his tension a lot.

'Thank God Goku has already arrived! A miracle they managed to make it on time this time. I bet Mirai begged him to arrive earlier…still they look great together.'

Goku awkardy wore a tux, which he kept on tugging on the collar. Chichi wore a social dress, a purple one, which seemed very appropriate for her.

"Seems like you're having fun Mirai!"

"Yes.", he white lied uncomfortably.

"The party is wonderful Bulma, the food is awesome…but have you seen Vegeta?", he asked crazy to know of the other sayan whereabouts.

"I haven't seen that monkey yet…You just have no idea of what he put me through today! Can you believe that he was in my room while I prepared to bath, he sat on my bed all sweaty and he was na…"

"Don't even think about it Onna.", stated a flushed semi-angry Vegeta.

"What happened there, ended there. Besides it was my right to claim what's mine.", he said smoothly to his little audience.

"WOW does that truly means they already made Trunks! It's awesome! I didn't thought they would end up together this fast!"

"I'm happy for you two! WOW I'm impressed! Hey Bulma I hope it will come very healthy!", he said patting Vegeta's back (much to his hate and dismissal), and hugging Bulma tightly.

"What do you mean Goku?", Bulma asked as if Goku had grown another head. 'I bet he must understand how sick of Vegeta I must be…It only can be it. Goku is so strange sometimes…I wonder what's gotten into that funny brain of his…'

"Shut up Kakkarott! Stop with the nuisance."

"Whatever, I so happy for you guys…"

"Goku just stop it..", nudged a very flushed Mirai.

"Ok, Ok, Sorry guys, sometimes I'm way too happy…I just can't help it with myself."

"We've noticed..well I hope you guys can enjoy the party. I've gotta go, gotta change to the first dance clothes. See ya in a bit!"

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Bulma went to her room and changed to her gipsy like salmon clothes. She put lots and lots of glitter on her hair as well as on her transparent outfit. It consisted into a long loose skirt that had two flannels of material as well as a transparent salmon colored V-neck beautiful blouse. It was loose and fresh to make her movements even smoother and more beautiful. 'I'll make that stupid sayan drool all over me! It was as if he had seen me when I had just woken up, all those horrible clothes and face earlier in this party, but now he'll appreciate me…hell yeah he'll appreciate me!', after her wanderings, Bulma put her flats, which consisted of the same material of her clothes. They were very soft to the touch. She would feel like a feather while she danced that night.

At the main hall Mirai, Chichi and Goku kept eating and chatting while Vegeta did the eating part only, twenty yards across from them. He couldn't keep himself any farther form the party, if he did there would be no food available for him. Not that he would voice that aloud, but Bulma surely looked stunning at that particular night. He didn't know if that was hence the fact that he had seen almost naked that afternoon, or was the build up arousal he kept growing inside him everytime he saw her pass by…with those cerulean eyes and Goddess body…he just didn't know if he would keep his hormones in check for long.

After thinking he only managed to snatch some more snacks from the huge food table, before the a guy announced the first night dance would take part.

"Please all guests be informed that the first dance of tonight will take part in a few. Our wonderful Bulma will be part of this dance as well as some other girls who were also invited o this party! Please enjoy our Arabian dance!"

Vegeta only rolled his eyes, before he could see those bright lights and booming sound coming out of the immense looking speakers installed in every corner of the ball room. Those sound started and after a little while he could make up the form of around twelve women dancing and swinging their hips like snakes. They started dancing on the stage, than moved here, there, until all of the sand like girls mixed into the observing guests. Some would even dance with the sitting guests. All of them wore masks, just like some Arabians did.

He wished he could be training or at anywhere else but that stupid crowded and noisy place. He didn't even have time to finish that mental note to himself when he felt a girl's presence very near him. She sashayed her hips hypnotically and pressed her back against his front. He couldn't make who that girl was since she was covered from head to toe, the only thing he could see were her eyes, which at that particular moment he also couldn't see hence the changing bright lights. He was in a far away corner so no one payed much attention to what they were doing. She kept pressing herself on him, while he couldn't hold his body anymore. Then as if on clue she raised part of her skirt, the deeper in color one, leaving the totally transparent fabric on show.

Through that material he could make her dark G-String as well as her smooth like ass form; he urged to touch and squeeze her body and release all that pent up arousal.

"I knew I would make myself noticed tonight, I just knew it!", Bulma thought proudly to herself. Even if she was being dirty she liked the effect she caused the rock-hard sayan.

She then reached for is hand with her gloved one and put his ice-cold hand on her hot butt, only hissing from the sudden pleasure. She then decided to make herself noticed…totally.

"Like it?", she said while turning face to face with the sayan; still holding his hand to her buttocks.

Vegeta had no direct reaction; first a woman arrived and starts squeezing herself against him, then his arousal comes…and now it's Bulma! The blue haired winx is the one seducing him!

She didn't wait for a reply before she kissed him full on the lips. Firstly he didn't respond but then he started to kiss back, very hungrily might I add.

"Should we finish it upstairs?" , asked Bulma in-between those heated kisses they shared almost secretly.

Vegeta then, driven by lust took her upstairs to his room, where surely no one would look for neither of them. Arriving there Bulma in a very lustful manner 'threw' Vegeta on bed (as if Vegeta would be overpowered by a female human…anyways on to the story), and automatically climbed on his hips managing to unclasp his belt on the process. Then as soon as his pants were down, and he wore only his pair of boxers Bulma reached under her skirt and in-between her legs and took her G-string off, throwing it to a far corner of Vegeta's room. Bulma then started rubbing herself against his hardness all the while both kissed heatedly. Both felt they were ready to take those acts further; Vegeta wanted to touch her more intimately, but every time he tried she pushed his hands away and managed to put even more pressure on his poor lower body, which at that time needed release, and needed it fast.

"Onna, I…need…to", he said in-between pants, "Fuck!"

He said all the while trying to move them hem of his boxers, he needed air, he needed all that throbbing to go away before he went insane.

"Vegeta…", Bulma said lustfully.

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At the ball room Bulma was requested to make the first introductions, mainly Mirai's introductions; still she was nowhere to be found.

Then both Goku and Mirai started looking for her. They looked at the kitchen, at the restrooms (yes both entered the lady's restrooms, only to receive some 'percert' remarks and other none too gentle swear words.), then they decided to look inside the house.

"Maybe she needed to change, or take a bath, who knows…", tried Goku innocently.

"Her room is empty.", retorted an already impatient Mirai.

It was when they picked some strange sounds coming from the sleeping quarters, thanks to their acute hearing. Then they followed those sounds and arrived at the slightly ajar door of no one else's but Vegeta's sleeping room.

There Goku could make the form of two rocking bodies on bed, moaning and kissing like one of those dirty movies Kame watched at night. Vegeta held one of Bulma's breasts while Bulma held Vegeta's hair as if there was going to be no tomorrow. She kept rocking herself on his lower body all the way moaning like those ugly movies he heard when he was small at Kame's house.

Goku then turned to Mirai and olnly said., "Looks like they're doing some private stuff there…I mean isn't it great! They're making you !"

Mirai who didn't pick the image quite yet couldn't hold its grasp. Then he peeked inside and saw what Goku had just seen as well.

"WHATTT!"

It was sufficient to make the couple stop their little fun. Well Bulma raised quickly, looking at those two looking at them as if they were recording a porno, while Vegeta went berserk mode.

"Hey guys, sorry to interrupt you..but…but they need ya Bulma downstairs, so you were nowhere to be seen, we had to look for you…sorry.", Goku kept mumbling while Mirai was wordless. That was the most disgusting thing he had ever laid eyes on. Even halfway through the act, it was already enough disgusting.

Vegeta then raised as red as a tomato, "What the hell are you doing here worms?"

Vegeta who was back to his 'normal body state', still held some pretty real memories and proof from what he did with Bulma instants before: His boxers had a wet look on them, it had a creamy transparent hot substance all over it; thank Kami they couldn't see Bulma's swollenness.

Bulma noticed it was no use explaining herself, she just adjusted her composure and excused herself politely to see the crowd.

Vegeta wasn't willing to do the same.

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