Her bathroom was full of hot steam as she got out of her shower. Groaning softly, she wrapped her towel around her body. Leaning against her sink, she grabbed her blow dryer. Drying her hair, she tried not to pay attention to her complaining body.

Vegeta really had left his mark on her. While the whole thing felt amazing enough, her body still had a hard time keeping up. Her hips were sore, her legs didn't want to keep her up. Thinking about it just made her want to go through with it all again. The thought made her bite her lip, holding back the grin that wanted to show.

Finishing with the blow dryer, she set down on the sink. Looking at herself in the mirror, she found her skin feeling hot suddenly. Her chest was marked up with small red bites. All from Vegeta. How was she supposed to stop thinking about their hot moment with these things here to remind her?

She appreciated the sight for only a moment before tearing herself away. She needed to finish drying off, she was beginning to feel cold. Heading back into her room, she headed straight for her dresser. She got dressed in some pajamas. It had been getting late, it would be her bedtime soon. Feeling her stomach rumble, she figured she could at least grab a snack before going to bed.

Heading to the kitchen, she wasn't surprised to see Vegeta and her mother already inside. Walking in, her eyes almost bugged out of her head. Vegeta's back immediately caught her attention, seeing the long red scratches down them. She could feel her face heating up.

Bunny noticed her daughter, seeing where her attention was. She raised a brow, "I had the same reaction!" She told her with a shocked expression. "It looks like an animal picked a wrong fight with this strong man!"

Vegeta snorted at the suggestion. An animal? Right. His attacker was quite the vixon. He wasn't embarrassed in the slightest, unlike the woman next to him. Looking her way, he noticed she was fresh from a shower. Breathing it, his shoulders dropped. He pulled his eyes away, staring at his late night meal. He hated to admit it, but his food didn't seem as appetizing as she did.

Bulma was still red from the suggestion, she tried to shake off her embarrassment. Moving towards the refrigerator, she stuck her head inside. Finding a bag of apples, she pulled one out. This would do the trick. Sex always made her hungry afterwards, apparently it was the same with Vegeta.

Taking a seat at the table, she bit into the apple Tasting the sweet juice caused a moan to form. She loved apples.

Vegeta's eyes moved to her at the sound, his brows furrowing. It had only been an hour and he could already feel the craving returning. Her making those ridiculous sounds were not helping his case either. Simply being near her made him itch to take her again.

He had noticed when she entered that she carried a small limp. He knew she wouldn't be able to handle another round even if he did fall to his needs. She was fragile, he must have forgotten the fact when he had decided to lose himself to her. He was surprised she hadn't broken underneath him.

Bulma caught his stare, giving him a small smile. It disappeared when he looked away with a frown. She shouldn't have been surprised. Vegeta didn't do romance, she had to remind herself. Even if what they did was just a simple fuck, she should have known he wouldnt act any different than how he usually did. "Jerk..." She muttered under her breath, earning a snort from the other.

Her mother oblivious to it all, rambled on about the dangers of being outside by themselves. Honestly, Bulma was sure Vegeta would be able to handle himself if some random animal decided to be dumb enough to attack him.

Finishing off her fruit, she shot it into the trash can. A larger smile formed when she made it in. Getting up, she yawned and stretched. "I guess it's my bedtime. See you guys in the morning?" Her question was more aimed at Vegeta, her fear of him disappearing happening once more.

"Of course!" Bunny chimed happily, Vegeta only grunting in response. His mouth had been preoccupied with the food he was shoveling inside.

Giving them a final glance, she headed up to her room. Seeing her bed in the mess that it was, she figured this would probably be the best time to change her bedding.

Ten minutes later, she was finally in her bed, ready to pass out. Today had taken a lot of her energy. It had been a while since she had last felt this way, not even to this extreme. Staring up at her ceiling, she couldn't help but think about him. She couldn't help it! This was new to her! She had always had the one boyfriend over the years. Sure Vegeta wasn't her boyfriend, but he had to be something, right? He was nothing like Yamcha, not even in the slightest.

It was fine to get excited about what they did. It felt amazing, she hoped it could happen again in the future. She wondered what Vegeta was thinking? Would he want to go at it again? Or did she turn him off in a way that he wouldn't be willing to give it another chance? She was great at everything she did, she would refuse to believe that could be the reason.

Turning to her side, she grabbed her pillow and pulled it towards her, hugging it close to her body. Sighing into the fluff, she forced her eyes closed. If she allowed her mind to run the way it was trying, she wouldn't get a wink of sleep. She needed to get to bed now so she'd actually be able to do something tomorrow. She'd hate to sleep the entire day away.

Calming her running thoughts, she laid there until finally falling asleep.

The morning sun rays shown through her blinds, waking her up. Groaning because of the light, she fought for a couple more minutes of sleep. She didn't want to wake up, not just yet at least. Rolling to her other side, her legs stretched out. Cracking her eyes open, she let out a loud yawn. Finally sitting up, she wiped at her tired eyes.

It was time to get up and she needed some coffee. Swinging her legs over her bed, she ran her hand through her hair. Without even looking at it, she could feel her hair sticking up. Short hair with bed head never looked good. She'd fix it later. Getting up, she trudged out of her room and down the stairs. Stepping into the kitchen, she noticed her mother hadn't even begun cooking breakfast yet. Looking at the time, she was surprised that she had woken up this early! No wonder why she was dying inside! Walking over to the coffee pot, she was surprised to see a pot had already been brewed.

Turning around, she had expected to see her father. Instead Vegeta sat at the table, a cup made black sitting in front of him. She rose a brow, "You look terrible." She told him, noting the black rings around his eyes. Had he trained all night?

"No thanks to you," He grumbled under his breath, tearing his eyes away from her. snatching his cup, he drank from it angrily.

She had been surprised that he even knew how to make himself a cup, moreover, that he actually drank it. Especially black. Making herself a cup, she made her cup how she always liked it.

"How's your body?"

The question caught her off guard, her cheeks growing warm. Had he noticed her limp the night before? Biting back her blush she shrugged. "I'll be fine, I can handle some roughness every now and then." She told him, giving him a wink, It was a little difficult trying not to think about her sore hips. Despite the pain, if Vegeta tried to seduce her again, she wouldn't mind another round.

His scoff brought her mood up higher. Hiding her smile behind her cup, she drank the hot liquid. Resting her back against the counter, she let out a small sigh. She needed to figure out what she was going to do for the day. Maybe she could visit one of her friends? "I wonder how Chi Chi is doing?" She found herself asking out loud.

Vegeta frowned, "That idiot's mate?" The word left a distasteful taste in his mouth that not even the coffee could replace.

"By idiot, I'm assuming you mean Goku. Yeah, it's his wife." She hummed to herself.

He snorted, "So you acknowledge him as an idiot?"

She rolled her eyes at him, "I acknowledge you acknowledging him as an idiot every time you speak about him. Which is a lot by the way." She reminded him, turning towards the fridge. Since her mother wasn't awake yet, she'd need to find herself something to eat. Walking to the appliance, she began digging around inside. "I think I'm going to go visit her. Chi Chi."

Vegeta watched her from the corner of his eye. "That can wait. I need you to fix the control panel. It's broken."

Bulma immediately sighed, she lifted up and turned his way. "And how did it become that way?"

He frowned, "I turned it off using my fist."

She pinched her nose in annoyance. "So you broke it again? I'm starting to see a pattern here..." Finally she managed to find a bagel hanging out in the back of the fridge. She was pretty sure it was still good. Popping the item in the toaster, she rested her back against the counter. "You know... We can avoid having to do this if you just stop breaking things." She explained to him.

His frown deepened. He had been distracted at the time, it didn't count.

She waited for a moment, hoping that maybe this time would be different and maybe she could get an apology. But it was Vegeta... She was wasting her time. "Have my dad look at it, I want to go see Chi Chi."

Vegeta shook his head, "You're faster than he is."

She nodded, he spoke the truth. But she didn't care. "Stop breaking things." Her expression matched his, she was refusing to back down. It felt intense, so much that the sound of the toaster popping caught her off guard. Finally turning away from him, she prepped up her meal.

"Woman."

She rolled her eyes, "I told you-"

"I don't care anymore about that," He stated, interrupting her. "I have a concern."

Surprise, surprise. Taking a bite, she felt an extra crunch. "What could possibly be concerning you?"

He didn't appreciate her not taking him seriously. "What we did last night... We didn't use any protection." He pointed out. "What's the chance of you getting pregnant?"

She noticed he looked annoyed, obviously he hated taking risks. He didn't seem to mind while he was on top of her. "Not ready to pass down your heritage?" Her question went past him, he only looked more serious. She groaned, "Lighten up dude... I'm not ready for a kid either. Not for another ten years anyway..." She mumbled the last part, feeling like her youthful beauty would be snatched away by an unwanted pregnancy. "I'm on the shot."

He rose a brow, "The shot?"

She nodded, "It's something they insert into me every few months to make sure I don't have a kid. Dont worry too much about it, it's basically impossible for me to get pregnant. We stand in the same position on the topic, don't worry." She told him, shaking her head.

He looked at her, a contemplating expression on his face. "So you could have intercourse constantly and have no risk?"

She shrugged, "Basically. They didn't have anything like that where you came from?"

Vegeta's nose scrunched up. Where he 'came from', you only slept around with one person. At that point, the goal was to reproduce. Outside of his race, he didn't need to worry about the women he fucked. None of them lived long enough to bare him a son. "No." He finally answered, a distasteful taste in his mouth.

She nodded, "Huh." She wondered if the Saiyans ever had to deal with the issue of overpopulation. Finishing off her bagel, she checked her watch for the time. It was still pretty early. Would the other woman be awake at the hour? Seeing she had to take care of her handful of a husband and Gohan, she could assume she would be.

It wouldn't hurt to give a quick call. Turning away, she began walking away with the phone pressed up against her ear.

Vegeta saw her escape, his brows furrowing. "Woman! The control panel!"

"Have dad fix it!" She called back before leaving the room and making her way out of the home.

Driving towards the Son's house, she immediately noticed Goku outside with Piccolo. To no surprise, they were sparring. Landing her hoverjet, she hopped out with a grin. "Goku!"

The male turned his head in the direction of his name, a large grin forming on his face. "Bul-" Her name interrupted when he received a punch to the gut.

Piccolo was frowning, "Stop getting distracted, idiot!" He insulted as he continued his fury of punches.

She laughed, it seemed like they were a little too busy to chat. Giving a small wave, she headed over towards the house. Stepping inside, she noticed Gohan was at the table, working on some type of thick book. Most likely studying due to Chi Chi's orders. Poor kid, she knew he probably wanted to be out with his dad and Piccolo.

Looking for his mother, she wasn't surprised to see the woman slaying away in the kitchen. Walking over, her smile grew as she inched closer. "Chi Chi?"

The woman turned quickly, caught by surprise. Seeing it was the bluenette, she had a matching grin. "Bulma! It's been forever!"

Bulma smiled as the woman hugged her, the wooden spoon still gripped in her hand. Pulling away, she began some casual talk, asking some questions to see how the other woman was doing. Like herself, she had a handful taking care of not only one Saiyan, but her son as well. She could only imagine the stress the ravenette went through on the daily.

It was strange, thinking about it now. She had known the woman since she was just a young girl. Despite their age difference, she couldn't help but look up to her. It may have been her family, but Chi Chi was very mature for her age. Unlike Bulma, she had surrounded her life with her family, trying to do what was best. Though some of her practices were a bit... worrisome at times, she knew the woman had the best in mind.

"The boys are busy, huh?" She asked as she had taken a seat across from Gohan.

Chi Chi grinned as she nodded, "You know my baby boy is!" Her face then dropped, "Goku on the other hand... He's busy doing something out there." She said with a roll of her eyes.

Not to Bulma's surprise, she knew how the other felt about sparring and training. Even with the threat of the human race ceasing to exist, that didn't matter to Chi Chi. The woman wanted a normal life. Marrying a Saiyan made that nearly impossible. Listening to the woman talk, she figured she took a glance at what Gohan was working on.

She was surprised to see it was something much more advanced for his age. She was equally impressed. He didn't look like he was enjoying his work however, just another reminder that he would rather be outside with the other two. Giving him a sympathetic look, she brought her attention back to the other woman once more.

Chi Chi was her closest friend, that was clear as day. So she would be the number one person she'd want to tell how she felt about Vegeta. She knew the woman would be able to keep it to herself for the most part. However, if Goku caught a whiff of their 'relationship', she knew he wouldn't let Vegeta live it down. That meant Vegeta would be pissed at her and she definitely did not need that.

There was also the fact that the guy she had feelings for had almost killed this woman's husband and injured her son as well. Despite their relationship, she wasn't so sure that would be enough for forgiveness.

She had come to her in hopes that she'd have the courage to tell her but just as she feared, she was chickening out. Maybe another day.