By Fate, We Fell in Love

Thanks for all the love and support! I love each and every one of you!

A/N: Fun fact, this story was originally called You Are My Mystery, a branch from a previous 3 year story I wrote out. I didn't think it fitted my story after chapter 4 when I was posting the story online. However, I still label the chapters on Word as You Are My Mystery just to continue the habit. Lol

Someone asked why I ended the heated scene lasts chapter. I couldn't give you the nasty details just yet. Gotta keep ya all wanting more! =D

With every single part of me
My love for you is constantly
Forever and ever on repeat
On repeat
And it won't stop

It Won't Stop- Sevyn Streeter

Vegeta sat outside on the roof, head tilted to the sky, allowing the rain to drench his body as he stared at the clouds pouring fresh rain from them. Vegeta always found comfort in rain. Planet Vegeta didn't get rain often nor had many storms. It would only rain for 2 weeks out of the year, flooding their rivers and lakes to maintain water supply for the entire year and maintain life. Those 2 weeks would be Vegeta's comfort, giving him something to look forward to: a gift to a prince who had little to look forward to. Vegeta would linger over conquered planets that were in their rainy season to calm his spirit and bring him back to himself and away from all the anger and hate. Today, however, he wasn't angry. He was confused. His clothes were soaked, his hair as well but Vegeta didn't care. He heard the thunder echoing in the back ground with the patter of rain hitting the roof of the house and the ground below him. So many emotions and thoughts had been racing through his mind for a while but the thunder and rain erased them all. Vegeta closed his eyes, taking in the elements of the rain: the smell it left in the area around him, the feeling of each drop hitting his body, cooling his skin, and the rhythmic splats and drops that resounded in his ears.

Vegeta let his mind wander to what he tried to avoid thinking about. He didn't understand the feelings he felt for that earth woman who drove him mad with all her yelling and refusal to follow his demands. She was rude, swearing at the royal elite constantly with a sailor's mouth. Vegeta was pretty sure he heard softer language on Frieza's ship between men. Yet, through her abrasiveness, stubbornness, and attitude, Vegeta saw a brilliant, beautiful, adventurous, strong-willed woman. She somehow occupied his mind and even more so now that she had taken to avoiding him this last week. He couldn't blame the awkwardness in the home solely on Bulma. They had crossed boundaries, ignoring the factors in their lives that would never let the interaction happen again. Vegeta made quite an effort to dodge her as well by leaving early from meals whenever he sensed her coming down the stairs, only heading to his room when Bulma was sleeping or just going through his bedroom window to get in and out the house. He knew it was ridiculous, but with the rebuilding of their tension walls and now the awkwardness between them, it made things easier to just avoid her at all costs. Opening his eyes, Vegeta sensed Bulma walking to his room. He looked over the panels of the roof down to the patio of his room. He heard the door open as Bulma looked out, covering her head from any rain that threatened to ruin her hair. He watched her as she looked around as if she was searching for him. Moments later she ducked back into the safety of the indoors and he sensed her heading back downstairs. A crack of thunder shook Capsule Corp. waking Vegeta's senses once again. He was conflicted with so many different emotions. Part of him was scolding him for his foolishness with the woman, continuing to remind him of his goal. Part of him thought about enjoying this new freedom from Frieza, something he had never known, being a worker of Frieza's almost all his life. Another part of him wanted to explore how he felt whenever he was around that woman, to understand why he felt comfortable in her presence and why he felt as if he needed to feel her touch and her warmth. For the first time in his life, Vegeta wanted the company of another person. He was so used to being alone that it felt desirable to sit with the woman during meals and whenever he was giving his body a break from the intensive training to watch the news with her and listen to her talk about random subjects of science, the news, and her father's company. Vegeta hopped off the roof, landing softly onto his porch. He walked in, kicking off his shoes and immediately stripping out of his wet clothes. He went straight to the bathroom to shower and put dry clothes on. His destiny was to become the strongest Saiyan, a conquer of planets, and the mercenary to his dead race. All his life, it was all he ever wanted and it had all been taking away from him by Kakarot, someone who hadn't bared the pain of losing his home and family because he never knew of them. Yet, he had taken the life of Frieza. Actually, he failed at killing off Frieza completely because the mystery fighter actually killed him. Regardless, Kakarot was strong enough to take Frieza on and bring him toward his death, when he was too weak, getting thrown around by Frieza like a rag doll and disposed of as if he was used up and no longer entertained the tyrant. Vegeta looked at himself in the mirror, wiping the glass covered in steam. He looked himself, seeing the widow's peak on his forehead. His usually pointed hair laid behind him, dripping with water. He looked at his image, seeing a 28 year old man. He looked younger physically, but deep inside, he felt 40 and 12 at the same time. His dark eyes showed no emotion, just black pits of emptiness; a mirror to his soul. Closing his eyes, Vegeta's head lowered over the sink. Though he had passed another milestone in his strength today, he felt weak from confusion. Damn baka onna.

Bulma was working in her lab, construction a new car engine for the company. She was working on making a water-based engine with a water-based lubricate. She figured it would be a new innovated thing with all the energy conservation problems and solutions. She had completed a lot of her to do lists in both her lab and the auto shop, attempting to avoid seeing Vegeta at all costs. After their little rendezvous in her bedroom and her heated fight with Yamcha a week ago, she was almost ready to throw in the towel and call off the wedding. Yamcha did as he said he would and picked her up for brunch. They ended up talking and Bulma lied and explained there wasn't anything going on between her and Vegeta, apologizing for making him feel as if he wasn't enough. She felt awful lying to him but as she sat at the restaurant with Yamcha, she felt the same feelings rush back to her the night he proposed. This is how things are meant to be. She wasn't supposed to be wishing for Vegeta's attention and to be there for him more than just a friend. Yamcha was supposed to be her husband, the man she would continue her life with. Vegeta would never try to make a family and a life with her. She knew it but she couldn't help feeling as if she should still try. She kept her distance from Vegeta because she knew it was best. She didn't know what she would do for the next year and 10 months of him staying there, but for now, her work was going to take over her life.

"Bulma!" Mrs. Briefs voice was heard on the screen in the lab. Suddenly her face appeared and she was standing in the kitchen smiling as usual.

"Yeah?" Bulma asked, concentrating on tightening a bolt.

"Dinner's ready. Could you go see if Vegeta's up in his room? I called for him but I didn't receive a response." Mrs. Briefs said, pulling a wine glass out the cabinet. Bulma rolled her eyes. Vegeta never responded to her mother, why would she be surprised now?

"Ok, I'll go check on him." Bulma said, putting her wrench down and pulling off her work gloves.

"Thank you dear!" Mrs. Briefs said, turning off the monitor. Bulma let out a sigh and headed up stairs to the main floor. She passed the back door, seeing the rain pour down in buckets. She thought that Vegeta might have been training, but she noticed the lights of the gravity machine were off. Feeling nervous, Bulma took to the stairs. She stood outside his bedroom door, too nervous to knock. Eventually, Bulma knocked on the door, waiting anxiously for him to open the door. She waited a minute before she opened the door. She looked around the neatly kept room, seeing no signs the Saiyan male. Bulma looked at this patio door, noticing that it was partially opened. She walked over to it, opening it, expecting Vegeta to be standing on the patio. She looked around, poking her head out to see any sign that Vegeta just stepped out the window. She gave up, not wanting to ruin her hair from the threatening storm. She replaced the doors how they were, breathing out a sigh and headed back down stairs to eat dinner with her parents.

2 Days Later

Bulma sat at her work desk, pulling continuously at a stray curl, tugging it down and watching it spring back to the curl. Earlier that day, Bulma decided to treat herself to the spa. She gotten a mani/pedi, facial, massage, and ended with getting her hair styled. She chose curls this time around. Springy curls that would fall as the days went on. She eventually left the curl alone, allowing it to fall back into place. She looked over her to-do list, seeing that it was pretty much done. She had caught up on projects she had long left to sit and collect dust. She still needed to fix some capsule that were sent back to the company for malfunctioning or were damaged by clients. Those were quick projects she could get done by morning. She stared at the only big project she had left, and that was recreating the material of the Saiyan suit Vegeta wore when they all returned from Namek. That was what she was dreading. She told Vegeta a while ago she would figure out how to make him a new one and coaxed him into wearing regular, non-pink Earth clothing until she completed said task. It would be a huge project and a rather difficult one seeing as the material was Saiyan/Arcosian technology and the only other places to get the armor were Planet Vejita and Frieza's ship: both being destroyed. She had been fixating on everything else besides that. At first, it was because she was being lazy and didn't feel like devoting a lot of time into making Vegeta armor. Goku seemed just fine wearing his gi into battle. Why couldn't Vegeta just do the same? But now, as she had finished all the important things, this was the last thing on her list and she feared what would happen once she started the project. She would have to first go talk to Vegeta about what he knew about the special armor, then she would have to get his measurements to ensure she was constructing the body suit correctly that it would fit over his bulging body. Bulma's face grew red as she remembered touching all over his tight, chiseled body. She shook her head to rid herself of the pleasant thoughts. Bulma threw her head down on to her lab table in frustration. No matter what she did, she couldn't get her mind off Vegeta. She tried working, working out, planning her wedding, even attempting to cook; no prevail, she couldn't get him out her mind. She felt some guilt in the back of her thoughts as she wallowed in her hopelessness. Yamcha was there, providing everything she ever wanted, everything she thought she would ever need in a man. But there was Vegeta. He wasn't romantic, well, Bulma assumed he couldn't be romantic, seeing as he was Vegeta, the prince of assholes. He didn't bring her gifts to show her affection, he didn't even speak kindly to her most of the time. She was almost convinced that he didn't know her name. But Vegeta did give her a challenge. He made her work for their friendship, or whatever it was. And he was there. Whenever she needed someone, he had been there, in his own way, keeping her company while everyone was gone, giving her something to do, going to the restaurant with her. It wasn't conventional, but Bulma enjoyed it all the same. Bulma felt a drop of sweat fall behind her head. She began banging her head against the desk with every word she spoke out loud.

"What. The. Hell. Am. I. Doing?" she said to herself very audibly. Having any feelings for Vegeta was not in the plans for her future. "Son. Of. A. BITCH!" Bulma screamed.

After giving herself a headache, Bulma decided to get it all over and done. She connected her monitor in her lab to the monitor in the gravity machine. Bulma nervously bit her bottom lip, waiting on the monitors to connect. A second later, Vegeta was seen on the screen, in the middle of upside down push-ups, shirtless. He continued, looking up at the screen and into her eyes. Bulma swallowed hard, trying to choke down her nervousness before she spoke.

"Sorry to interrupt Vegeta." Bulma spoke, keeping her shaky voice straight. "But I was starting the blueprints for your armor but I don't know where to start. I can't seem to remember if I gave you back your armor or if I kept it, but I need to know some things about it." Bulma said, waiting on a response from Vegeta. He kept looking at her, hopping off his finger, landing on his feet. He walked closer to the monitor, still staring into her eyes.

"It is in my room. I will give it to you later. What do you need to know?" Vegeta asked rather calmly. Bulma felt her stomach flutter with butterflies and she gathered her pen and paper.

"Well, first things first, what is the material of the body suit made of? I heard from Krillin that it can stretch with the person. The same goes with the actual armor." Bulma said, now looking down at her paper ready to write.

"Some elastic, durable material." Vegeta responded, wiping his face with a towel that was draped over the control panel. Bulma looked up at him giving him a 'no shit Sherlock' look. Vegeta smirked at her before explaining himself further. "It's something like the material of the chairs on the patio for the exception that it stretches and it is softer, more wearable material." Vegeta added. Bulma jotted everything down quickly, tapping her pen on her chin.

"Hmm, so I'm assuming that it is something like rayon, but has a cotton feel to it." Bulma thought out loud. "Well I can do some tests on your old suit and find some kind of alternate to the material. I'm pretty sure I can make an almost duplicate replica of the armor your highness is used to." Bulma said, writing down some more notes. "Your actual armor will be a task. It needs to be similar to a bulletproof vest but more powerful." Bulma spin to the side, deep in her thoughts. She quickly jotted some ideas down, forgetting that the monitor was still on and Vegeta was still standing there, waiting on her.

"Well, it that all? Some of us have training to continue." Vegeta said impatiently. Bulma looked back at the screen.

"Whoops. Sorry. Just bring me the armor later on tonight." Bulma said before turning off the monitor. She released a breath she didn't know she held, looking back at the now dark monitor reflecting her face back at her. Well that went better than expected; now I just have to get over actually talking to him in person. Bulma turned her attention back to her work when the monitor turned back on. She looked over to see her mother's face.

"Hi Bulma! Oh, I love your hair like that! It's beautiful!" Mrs. Briefs exclaimed smiling. She was in the kitchen standing in front a pile of baked treats.

"Thanks Mom. What's up?" Bulma asked, leaning her head on one of her elbows.

"I just got back from the bakery. Your father is asking for you in his office." she said, setting out a tray of sandwiches for you-know-who.

"Really? Did he tell you why?" she asked, perking up with interest. Mrs. Briefs shook her head.

"Nope. He just called the house asking for you to come up in the next 15 minutes." she said. "Better head over there. I have to get lunch together for Vegeta's handsome self. Bye dear!" she said, turning off her screen. Bulma turned her monitor off, getting up from her desk. She put away her work before leaving her and her father's personal lab. She wondered what was so serious that he needed her in his office in the corporate building.

Bulma knocked on her father's office door, waiting for him to call out.

"Come on in, Bulma." she heard him call out for her. She opened the door and was greeted by her father and two other men who she knew were the V.P. and head of management. Bulma walked in smiling at each man and greeting them with a firm handshake before sitting in the cushioned chair placed in front of the men and her father.

"Hello gentlemen." Bulma greeted as she took her seat.

"Afternoon Ms. Briefs." both men said in unison. Dr. Briefs smiled and nodded to his daughter, proud of the way she presented herself professionally, even for him.

"Hello dear. I called you to the office to go over some things with you." Dr. Briefs said, fingers crossed and lying flat on his desk. "As you know, we have been discussing you taking over the company one day. It has been brought to my attention that, regardless of you being my daughter, you still have requirements you must meet." Bulma slightly nodded her head, encouraging her father to go on. Dr. Briefs was handed a stapled pile of paper for him to read. He flipped through a few pages before continuing. "For the CEO position the minimum requirements are as followed: applicant must have a Bachelor's degree in business, engineering, economics, or psychology with a Master's in business, engineering, or economics. Which you have two Bachelor degrees in both advance engineering and advance science with minors of business and management and your Master's in engineering." Dr. Briefs said, smiling up at his daughter who returned the smile. "Then, applicant must have at least 5 years' experience of management within this company or another company. You have been basically working for this company since you were 10." Dr. Briefs and the other two men shared a small chuckle, recalling finding young Bulma working on dinocaps and helping her father. "All other requirements include knowledge of the company, ideals on the functions of management and business, ability to lead, and to be idealistic. You meet just about every requirement. So, to discuss why I asked you to come here, I would like you to be in charge of products. You will report directly to me of course, and will be in charge of getting products finished and ready for shipment for sales. You will also be in charge of any repairs that are sent back to the company. If it has to do with dinocaps, you have control over it. It will be some added experience for you when you eventually take over for CEO once I'm too old." Dr. Briefs concluded. Bulma's smile was almost touching each of her ears.

"Really?" Bulma was so shocked and excited to be in charge of something instead floating around in the background. Dr. Briefs nodded his head, smiling as well.

"Well, with your pending wedding coming up, I figured I better start you off. The job isn't too demanding, so you will be alright. This means sometimes you will have to accompany me to some business meetings to advertise the products."

"Wow, Dad. I don't know what to say…thank you." Bulma managed to get out shakily. She was extremely excited. She jumped up out her seat, grabbing her father into a tight hug. "You're the best!" Dr. Briefs chuckled as he hugged his daughter back.

"Well thank you dear. The position will not start until next year. Have to get you all trained up and ready to go." Dr. Briefs said, letting Bulma go.

"That's fine, Dad. Thank you again." Bulma said, smiling widely at her father.

Later that night, Bulma was back in the lab, finishing up the capsules that were damaged. She was almost finished with the last one when she heard a knock at her door. Bulma didn't look up or get up to greet whoever it was. Instead, she yelled out a "come in" and continued her work. Bulma heard footsteps heading her direction. Bulma looked up to be greeted by Vegeta. He was holding his old armor, looking down at Bulma.

"Oh, hello Vegeta." Bulma said giving him a small smile. "You can put it on my desk I'm going to get to it as soon as done with this." Bulma nodded towards her desk that was clean for the first time in months. Vegeta did as he was told and placed the torn armor on her desk. He looked over at her degrees and certificates that were placed on the wall surrounding her desk. He didn't know much about the significance of these awards but he did understand they held high importance and stance amongst humans.

"What exactly is a Bachelor's degree in advance science?" Vegeta asked, looking at one of her degrees. Bulma looked back up, not realizing Vegeta was still in the room with her.

"Well, basically, I completed the coursework in college taking classes in advance science to receive the degree and recognition." Bulma said, returning to her work. "I was thinking of completing another master's degree program. Not that I need it or anything." Bulma said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Do you like course work or something?" Vegeta said, looking back at all the honors.

"Yeah, I guess. I know I can do it, it's just a matter of showing others that I'm capable." Bulma said, still working. "My father's career path, which I will follow, is a man's world. I'm a blue haired, pretty girl. I don't look like I should be fixing cars and making capsules so my degrees just prove to bigots in corporate that I know what I'm doing and I am capable of running a large company." Bulma reached in her toolbox, grabbing a large wrench. "Either way, I probably would still go to university just because I'm arrogant." Bulma said, working away. Vegeta looked at her, raising an eyebrow before he started genuinely laughing at her. Bulma looked up from her project, glaring at Vegeta.

"What is so funny?"

"You actually admitted to being an arrogant asshole." Vegeta said, still laughing.

"I didn't say all that, Vegeta." Bulma said, smiling as she returned to her work. "I can admit my flaws. I'm spoiled, arrogant, and stubborn. But the same could be said about the ouji no Saiyan…" Bulma said, finishing up. Vegeta stopped laughing, glaring at Bulma now this time. "Don't look at me like that. You know it's the truth."

"You forgot to add annoying to that list."

"I only annoy you because our personalities are almost similar." Bulma said, closing the capsule. Vegeta leaned back on her desk, watching her put away her equipment. Bulma put her tool box away to its appropriate place, which would surprise her father in the morning, and walked over to her desk to put the capsule in a prepared envelope to ship out in the morning. Vegeta moved over a few to let her through. Bulma looked over at Vegeta as she was packaging the other finished capsules. "Except I don't go around announcing I'm the ruler of an alien race." She elbowed him for added effect on her joke. It was comforting and enjoyable being able to speak to Vegeta as if nothing ever happened between the two of them that almost lead to them hitting the sheets.

"This may be true; however, I'm sure there isn't one human that hasn't heard the phrase 'I'm Bulma Briefs! My father owns Capsule Corp.! Blah blah blah.'" Vegeta said, mocking Bulma.

"I don't do that often." Bulma said, ignoring him. She smiled on the inside, happy to know that he did at least know her name. She was surprise he couldn't hear her heart racing as she realize how close they were standing next to each other and that he wasn't wearing a shirt…as usual. It's been a year; you think she would have been over it by now.

"Sure." Vegeta said. They continued in silence as Bulma finished up. She then turned her attention to the tattered armor and body suit. Vegeta turned his head to the side to see what she was doing. Bulma started tugging and pulling at the material, trying to get a better understanding of what she was dealing with.

"It's amazing you could squeeze all that in this little suit." Bulma said, not thinking about what she just said out loud.

"All of what?" Vegeta said, frowning at her. Bulma, realizing her mistake, attempted to cover up her slip up.

"All of your hair." she said quickly, fiddling with the bodysuit. "Anyways, my observations were correct. It's a different kind of nylon. Breathable and soft like cotton as well." Bulma ripped off a hanging piece, sticking it underneath her microscope. She quickly examined the material, giving an 'hmm' and 'ohh' every so often. Vegeta peered over her shoulder, attempting to see what she was finding so interesting. Bulma felt his body heat on her back as he kept leaning over to see. She felt her face grow hot and knew her cheeks were getting red as he was inches from her. She cleared her throat, stepping to the side quickly as Vegeta gave her a confused look.

"Umm, no-no worries here about that one. It should be an easy…fix…" Bulma said, clearing her throat again.

"You're behaving more oddly than normal." Vegeta said, returning to his standing position.

"Just tired. Ok, so to that armor!" Bulma said, grabbing the armor and examining it from her new distance. She was enjoying being that close to Vegeta too much for her sanity. Bulma noticed that it was just as stretchy as the body suit but was very durable at the same time. This would take some effort in recreating.

"I'm going to have to start some tests on that one in the morning." Bulma said, putting the armor back down. "Thank you for bringing it to me. I need to get started on making this ready for you for the show down." Bulma said, leaning back on her heels. Vegeta nodded his head, leaning back on her desk again. Again, they were in silence, this time the silence was awkward. They both felt the heavy, thick walls that have kept them from one another all week growing again as they both had one thing on their minds: each other. Vegeta was looking at the wall opposite of where he stood, his mind slipping back into the confusing feelings he felt. Bulma kept rocking on her heels, looking at the ceiling, praying that it would suddenly collapse or her mother would show up here, just to get her distracted from Vegeta's body. A crackle of thunder was suddenly heard, pulling both of the young adults from their thoughts. Bulma mentally thanked God for the distraction as she noticed Vegeta's attention drifted to the ceiling. Another crackle was heard before Vegeta's eyes drifted from the ceiling to Bulma, who was closing the windows in the back of the large lab.

"I'll be outside." he said, leaving her alone in the lab. Bulma watched him leaving, confused.

"But it's storming out." she said to herself, since Vegeta was already out the door. Closing the last window, Bulma ran out lab, allowing the automatic lights to turn themselves off. She ran out the back door, looking for any sign of the Saiyan. She was standing on the porch, shielded from the rain by the awning that covered the entire back porch. She looked around at the gravity machine, which was off, to the rest the yard. It was dark but she could make out figures in the dark. She let out a soft sigh, preparing to head back in when she was startled by a deep voice.

"Looking for me?" Vegeta said. Bulma jumped, turning quickly to her right. Vegeta was sitting in the shadows under the awning against the side of the house.

"Damn it Vegeta! You scared me. Why can't you be out in the open like normal people?" Bulma said seething.

"Because I'm not a normal person." he said silently. The rain poured, hitting the awning rhythmically. Bulma rolled her eyes and turned back around to watch the rain.

"Why are you out here anyways? Never seen rain before?" Bulma asked, looking over her shoulder at the dark prince. He was sitting on a large rock that was against the house, one leg bent and the other hanging of the rock, with his arm draped over his bent knee and his back against the wall. Bulma could barely make out his silhouette in the shadow he sat in.

"I have. It is an interesting thing to watch. A storm that it. My planet really didn't have them." Vegeta said, still staring out at the rain. Lightning struck nearby, brightening the shadow of Vegeta, giving Bulma a clear view of his relaxed face. He looked so handsome sitting there calm. Bulma turned back around peering up at the moon. It was half full, partially covered by the storm clouds.

"Rain at night always helps me sleep really well." Bulma said randomly. Vegeta seemed to ignore her comment because he continued to look out in silence. Bulma turned around to look at him again. She walked over to his seat, sitting next to him. She pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her head on her knees. The raindrops were the only thing that could be heard as they sat next to each other.

"Do you ever think that things happen for a reason? That your original plans may not be right for you anymore?" Bulma said, feeling sleepy from the calming rain.

"Every day." Vegeta responded. Bulma nodded her head. She suddenly felt nervous sitting next to Vegeta again.

"I think-I'm…" Bulma started, trying to sort her thoughts and feelings. She remained silent, feeling almost sick to her stomach. Vegeta turned his head to look at her. She continued to look down, wondering whether or not her feelings were true.

"Yes?" Vegeta said. His tone of voice was calm and deep, giving Bulma chills again.

"I-…I'm…I'm losing my mind." Bulma said, giving up. She started massaging her temples. She couldn't explain everything she was feeling. She felt nervous, scared, excited, curious, and somehow sure at the same time. She didn't understand what had happened to her over the year. Either she was starting to fall for the arrogant Saiyan or she was truly losing her mind from boredom. "I have finally hit rock bottom of the loony bin." Bulma exclaimed. Vegeta looked at her both curiously and a bit frightened.

"Right…" Vegeta said, inching away from the woman.

"I'm serious Vegeta! It's all becoming so clear to me." Bulma said, still holding her knees. "Like, all my friends that I've met since I was 16 are weird. I found a boy in the woods, with a tail, who attacked my car and didn't go down after I shot him 6 times. Thennnn, I met a lecherous old man, who is a great sensei apparently and old as dirt, who I unknowingly showed my freaking vagina to because Goku thought I lost my fucking balls and just had to take my underwear off to be 100% sure! Then I meet shape shifting chauvinist pig, no pun intended. Then there's Yamcha the desert bandit that wants us dead, who becomes my freaking boyfriend. Oh, the irony…and let's not forget, Goku turns into a freaking giant ape and almost kills me. Why can he turn into a giant ape? Oh! Because he's a freaking alien from a planet of people just like you, assholes!" Bulma yelled, getting a grin from Vegeta. "Do you know how many times I have avoided death? I'm not even a fighter, yet I run my ass out with Goku and Krillin to the Red Ribbon Army and almost die. I go to the world's martial arts tournament, and almost dies again by King Piccolo. I run to Namek, almost die like 20 times. Why haven't I lost it a long time ago?" Bulma said. She stood up long ago, pacing the deck. Vegeta just watched her slowly lose her mind and rant about her crazy adventures. She was very entertaining without trying.

"Then, the very icing on the cake! I have been living under a shared roof with the very same man, who came to Earth 5 years ago, hell-bent on blowing up me and everyone else on this planet. How much worse could it be? Well the cherry on the top is that regardless of me having a freaking fiancé, instead of worrying about my wedding and planning for my future life, all I can think about-" Bulma stopped herself, deciding that she had said enough for tonight, slumping her shoulders. "And I can't see why, knowing damn well it could only lead to disaster." Bulma looked out at the sky, seeing a few stars sprinkled through the sky. Normally, the city was way too bright to see any stars. But tonight, was different. Thinking back on it, everything was different. It always had been. Ever since Vegeta returned to Earth with the Namekians and Earthlings, nothing was the same. And it hasn't stopped being different yet. It only grew to be more confusion and wonderful at the same time. She knew it wouldn't last. It could never last. However, she wanted to try and make it all the same. Just maybe after it was said and done, she would understand it more and maybe things would go back to the way they once were.

"I'm going to bed. It's late." Bulma said, walking back into the house. Vegeta watched her until the screen door closed completely. Vegeta slowly turned his attention back to the rain. Even though Bulma was completely vague in her speech, Vegeta understood everything she meant. He wished not to go into further thought about anything she said to him tonight and he just concentrated on the rain.

Vegeta eventually returned back into the house and headed straight to his room. He thought about one think that Bulma said that held interest suddenly in his mind. I'm losing my mind. So was he, unbeknown to Bulma. Vegeta opened his bedroom door, turning the light on as usual, not expecting anything out of the normal unusual to occur. He was heading to his bathroom when he spotted it. A rose. Vegeta looked at the rose in confusing. Who would leave the random flower on his bed. Shrugging it off, he continued to the bathroom to shower quickly before bed. He had a long day in training and really could use the freshening up, since Bulma was so quick to tell him that he reeked. Vegeta returned from his shower, wearing only boxer briefs, ready for bed when he heard a knock at his door. Growling in annoyance, he pulled on some gi pants, afraid that it would be Mrs. Briefs at the door. He wasn't in the mood to be gawked at like he was some piece of steak and she was a hungry pit bull. He opened his door up to be greeted by the blue haired beauty. However, she was not looking like usual Bulma. She was wearing a short black silk robe, black tights, and red pumps. She was wearing red lipstick and she had given her eyes a nice smoky eye look. Her curls bounced around her face adding the sexy effect. Vegeta's eyes widen, wondering what that woman had up her sleeve this time. She was looking like one of those models Vegeta saw in a catalog once. He thought the name of it was Victoria's Secret or something like that. She did look smoking hot however. Then his mind went back to the red rose.

"D-did you leave a rose on my bed?" Vegeta asked, sounding dumb like Yamcha or Krillin. Bulma's mouth twisted into a mix of annoyance and disgust. Was this the man she was really considering to give her virginity to? Men are and will forever be stupid.

"Um, no." Bulma said, rolling her eyes. She was standing there looking like a sexy vixen and he was asking her stupid questions about some stupid flower. She didn't know where it came from nor did she care right then and there. She cleared her throat, refocusing herself and him back on her. She slowly untied her robe, revealing a lacy black corset with garter strings attached. The cups of the corset was sprinkled with diamonds, along with the bones of the corset. Underneath, she was wearing a matching thong with a few diamonds on the very top. She had thin black knee highs attached to the garter clips. Vegeta just stared at her from head to toe, still wondering what she was going to do next. Bulma threw her hair over her shoulder with her right hair, looking at him in his eyes, whenever they weren't roaming her body.

"Well, I guess this is way overdue, don't you think?" She asked, walking in and closing the door behind her.

"Way." Vegeta said as the door shut.

Hahahahaha! I'm ending it there! ^-^ Kind of cliffy huh? Well, as you can see, the next chapter will get a bit…nasty. Unlike previous chapters, I have no further chapter written. I know where I want to go with them but they aren't done yet. Slacking. Until then! Please review! I love reading reviews!