Ok so I just realized something...1.You're all AMAZING for reviewing . 2. I've been saying Kame when it's really Kami..right? and 3.You need to get on and read chapter 4!! YAY!

Chapter 4

The next day Bulma was very surprised that she slept in until 11 am, and wrapped in her husbands arms. He was usually in the garage every morning, not that she was complaining or anything because it was nice to wake up next to him for once on a sunny weekend.

She craned her neck upwards to look at his relaxed face. It was amazing how different he looked when he slept, even depending on where he slept. When he slept outside of their bedroom he looked much like he did when he was awake, except with his eyes closed. His brow was always tense and he seemed to be alert almost. When he slept with her in their bed he wasn't concentrated and always thinking about something, he looked like he was at peace. Although, he did look relaxed when sleeping upright in a lazy boy which Bulma couldn't wrap her mind around even to this day.

She slowly escaped Vegeta's grip and started to quietly slide out of her end of the bed so as not to wake him. Suddenly she felt a warm, strong, hand around her wrist. Shit. The next thing she knew she was flung on top of her husbands chiseled chest in a matter of seconds.

"You're not getting away that easily woman." He said from deep in his throat. A smirk was painted on his face but his eyes were still closed.

He either wants to sleep some more or have sex some more…pig.

"I see it's going to be one of those days where I won't be leaving your sight." Bulma said as she struggled against his iron hold to get off of his body let alone out of the bed. She couldn't understand how someone could be that bloody strong.

"Not a chance." He chuckled in reply.

"Well, that can still be arranged as we get ready." Bulma said as she gave up momentarily. Perhaps if she waited until he was off guard she could quickly break free of his arms around her waist.

"When you say ready you better mean taking a shower and coming right back to the bed." He said.

"We already took a shower didn't we?" Bulma asked and smiled.

"So you're keeping track." He replied with a smirk as Bulma suddenly tried to break free of his hold but to no avail.

Bulma struggled for a few more moments before she finally just gave in and collapsed on his chest with a huff. There was no way she would get out of his arms unless he let her go.

"Ha! You are mine woman." He growled softly as he flipped them over so he was on top of her.

"Vegeta please! It's almost noon and we're going to be late if we don't get ready." Bulma cried exhaustedly at a poor attempt for a wrestling match.

"Pft, Kakarott is so dense he won't even realize if we're there or not." Vegeta said and finally let her free.

He sat in the bed and watched as the covers fell off of her perfectly naked body. He couldn't help but smirk as he looked her over while she put on her underwear. Such a useless human invention.

"Vegeta?" Bulma asked as she walked into her closet.

Vegeta rolled his eyes. He hated it when she started a question like that. He knew she wanted to ask him something but she called his name first expecting a reply just to make sure he was listening to her.

"Yes woman." He said slightly annoyed.

"Why do you call Goku, Kakarott?" she asked from within the large closet.

Because that's his saiyan name. Some genius you are.

"Ask him why." Was all Vegeta would say on that subject as he finally got out of the bed and followed his queen into their closet.

It was Gohan's birthday party and Goku and Chichi had invited some of their closest friends along as well while the kids played in the backyard. Bulma had come in a nice yellow summer dress and Vegeta simply wore jeans and button up shirt. They had arrived slightly late on Vegeta's behalf which probably made him proud while Bulma was slightly embarrassed.

All of the adults were gathered in the living room while munching on some small finger food. Goku was talking with Tien, who Bulma just noticed now always wore a bandana on his head whenever she saw him. A small fat man with black hair similar to Goku's was sitting on the couch stuffing his face with food. Chichi was in the kitchen no doubt and with a deep blue haired woman who Bulma vaguely remembered as Tien's girlfriend Lunch.

"Hey! You guys made it! Goku exclaimed as he noticed them walk in.

"Just barely." Bulma mumbled to herself so Goku couldn't hear.

"Calm down woman you made it to the silly party." Vegeta whispered to her, "Now go mingle with all the boring people you have to socialize with." And before he walked off with Goku he pinched her bum lightly.

Bulma squealed quickly and as softly as she could and then gave Vegeta a stern look as he walked off with his trade mark grin of satisfaction.

"Hello Chichi." Bulma said as she finally emerged form the kitchen.

"Oh Bulma! You made it!" she said happily, "How are you?"

And then a small bald man came in, looking very happy, as a tall blond woman came walking in behind him.

"Don't worry everyone, Krillin has arrived." He said in a narcissistic way.

"Juuhachigou!" Bulma cried.

Juu looked just as shocked but just slapped her forehead with her hand and moaned with annoyance. "Great."

Krillin was pushed to the side as Bulma ran up to Juu and that is where he stood with a sad expression upon his face from his pride being stepped all over.

"This is Krillin? The guy!" Bulma cried.

"Ok ok so you know who he is now. I don't want any talk about it at the office ok?" Juu asked and Bulma nodded her head with a big smile.

"I guess you guys know each other." Krillin said in a suspicious tone.

"Yeah I work with her." Juu replied.

"I'm married to Vegeta. I'm guessing that's how you'd know me since I know Goku though him." Bulma said.

"Oh so you're Vegeta's wife!" Krillin cried, "Hey nice to finally meet you. I work with Vegeta also." He said and puffed up his chest.

"Ok little man lets introduce me to all your friends and get it over with." Juu said as she pushed her boyfriend along.

Bulma laughed lightly as she watched her best friend walk off with her new, not so secret, boyfriend. Then the door flung open again and Bulma was beginning to wonder how many people were all going to be stuffed into this small little house.

"Hey guys, sorry that I'm late." Yamcha said as he walked in and then he immediately spotted Bulma.

"Oh Kami help me…" Bulma said to herself as they made eye contact.

"Did you kill them?" Goku asked.

"No I let them live." Vegeta said and downed the rest of his drink.

They had gone off into a corner of the house to talk about the last job. It was in full view of the living room but it was more concealed and quiet with less people around to hear what they were talking about.

"I found a lap top in the rubble that I took to the specialist we know to figure out where it came from." Vegeta explained.

"You're planning on finding out where their headquarters is so you can get rid of them." Goku said seriously, "You know Vegeta, I know that the two companies are competition and we're trying to beat them and all but we're both doing the same thing. We're both getting rid of bad people. Who cares who gets more and who kills them first?"

"Just because we do the same thing, Kakarott, doesn't mean we do them for the same reasons." Vegeta replied, "They're a nuisance and get in the way. They need to be disposed of."

Vegeta looked back into the living room casually until he saw something in particular and then focused in on the man that was currently hugging his wife. He glared at the man for even daring to touch his mate.

"Kakarott, mind telling me who the hell that is fawning over my wife." Vegeta growled to his companion.

"Oh, that's my friend Yamcha." Goku replied happily.

Now Vegeta recognized him. He had just cut his hair and was wearing a nice suit. Vegeta was far from happy once he knew who it was and quickly made his way over there. He's dead and he doesn't know it yet.

"Bulma! What are you doing here?" Yamcha cried as he gave his ex-girlfriend a big hug.

"Uh, I was gonna ask you the same thing Yamcha." Bulma said as politely as she could.

"Hey, well you look great babe." He said as he held her hand, "It's been too long."

"Um, you look good too. You clean up nice." Bulma replied slightly awkwardly.

"Yeah thanks." He said, "I'm really making something out of myself you know. I've got a steady job, my own place, a nice car…You know I was maybe wondering—"

Suddenly his hand was jerked away from Bulma's and a very muscular, pissed off, fire haired man stood between him and the blue haired beauty.

"You touch my wife again and I'll break every one of your fingers one by one." Vegeta said roughly with a glare of death, "And then I'll move onto your limbs."

"Vegeta!" Bulma cried and pushed past her husband so that he wasn't standing between them anymore.

Yamcha backed off a good 3 feet in complete utter fear. He looked like he was going to pee his pants just from the look Vegeta was giving him.

"So…y-you uh-got married huh?" Yamcha stuttered.

"Yeah…listen I'm sorry about my husband. It was good to see you." Bulma said quickly and walked off with Vegeta into another far corner of the room. "What the hell was that?"

"Care to explain what you two were doing?" he asked sharply.

"Talking! That's what people do Vegeta, talk at social outings! God sometimes you're like a fucking alien or something."

He would have to disregard that comment about being an alien for now, "I know what social outings consist of woman. I just didn't know they involved speaking with former drunken boyfriends."

"Kami is it wrong for me to not want to hold a grudge and to just make nice and be friends? I can manage to be civil to him, which is more then I can say for you!"

"That doesn't mean he can have his dirty hands all over you!"

"Vegeta I know you're only looking out for me and that you care but there was no need for that threat you just gave him. We hugged. Fuck, I hug Goku all the time and you don't care. I mean why are you being so jealous?" Bulma asked in a quieter voice, and then she received an even more pissed off look from him and she rolled her eyes.

"Do not mistake this for jealously woman, because I'm not. I just don't take it very well when people touch what is mine." He said in an equally harsh but quieter tone as well.

"You self centered son of a-!" Bulma was interrupted by her cell phone. She would have normally ignored it and reamed out her husband but if it was ringing for the reason she thought it was, she really needed to take it.

Vegeta just hmphed and walked off. Bulma groaned with frustration and answered her phone. "This better be good news." She snapped.

"Depends on what you classify as good news." Torrance said on the other line.

Bulma held her head and sighed, "Just tell me."

"Well it was definitely a person, a man to be exact. We magnified the video from my eye piece. The picture is still unclear and we can't make out a face but there is a definite outline of his body shape. He's a pretty buff guy." Tor explained.

"But he was floating in the air. Only an android can fly…" Bulma said quietly.

"I know that's the weird part. You said all the androids except for 18 were destroyed but if we shot Juu with a snipe rifle, even at a close proximity it wouldn't make a dent."

"What are you saying?"

"Well I shot him right? I actually pegged his right shoulder and you can clearly see in the video that it didn't ricochet off of him. It could have skinned him but it definitely didn't bounce off." Torrance said.

Bulma's heart skipped a beat. She felt like she was having a hot flash or something. Her heart rate increased dramatically and she couldn't find any words to speak.

"Bulma? You there?" Torrance asked on the other line.

No…That's impossible…

Bulma slowly looked across the room at Vegeta who was also on his cell. He still looked tense. She glanced at his shoulder where his wound was still bandaged.

"Have the video ready for me to see in an hour." Bulma said then she hung up her phone.

"What?" Vegeta asked the person who had called him.

"I've finished analyzing the lap top you sent me Mr. Oji." The woman said.

"Good. Tell me."

"I managed to find the billing address and maker."

"Well?"

"Capsule Corporation sir."

Vegeta paused for a moment and looked across the room to Bulma. She was talking on her cell and she looked very distraught. He turned away and exhaled loudly.

"You're mistaken." He simply said.

"I've doubled checked sir."

"I'll pick it up later." He said and then hung up.

He looked down at his cell for a few more moments. She could be exporting technology to them without knowing it…It doesn't mean anything…

He looked back to her to see that she had just looked up at him. Their eyes made contact and for a moment before she looked away there was something. Vegeta couldn't quite explain it but for a moment he could have sworn he felt doubt from her. It was hard to adjust to their bond being complete at first since she was human, but he felt something.

He could sense her ki was slightly elevated. Her heart was working harder then usual and her hands were shaking. Something was wrong and he had a feeling it didn't have anything to do with their argument. He was about to go to her when her blond co-worker walked up to her first.

"Hey was that Torrance?" Juu asked quietly.

Bulma didn't look up at Juu, "Uh…yeah, it was."

"Do we know who the hitter is?" she asked impatiently.

Bulma snapped her head up to look at her blonde friend, "I'm going to the office. She has the video ready for me to see." She said almost in a daze and turned to walk away.

"Hey B," Juu said and stopped her, "You ok?"

"Yeah...I'm fine. Vegeta is—being an ass." Bulma replied carefully.

"Want me to go to the office with you?"

"No! I mean, that might look too weird. Stay here with Krillin. I'll call once I know anything." And then she walked off, heading right for the front door.

"Bulma." He said concerned but still in a pissed off tone.

She stopped and turned around to face him.

"There's a huge problem at work. I gotta go do damage control." She explained her actions for leaving, "I should be back in time for dinner."

Christ Bulma calm down! He's your husband and nothing more! You shouldn't be afraid…

Vegeta nodded for a reply. He thought for a moment whether he would say anything and decided he would before she turned to leave. She was nervous as hell, he could tell. He could at lease help ease her up a bit before he figured out the real reason why she was so tense.

"Most of it is just wanting to kill him with my bare hands, you know that." he stated more then asked, referring to Yamcha.

Bulma nearly choked on her breathe when he said 'kill'. She regained composure and nodded with a slight smile that meant she understood where he was coming from and that she knew he was still mad about it though. She then turned and left.

Vegeta knotted his brows together in concentrated thought. He wouldn't be able to fully read her emotions mentally through their bond unless she knew and was aware of it, which obviously wasn't going to happen.

It looked like something had spooked her really bad. She wasn't looking him straight in the eyes like she normally did and that bothered him, a lot. He was going to have to be a little bit patient before finding out what was going on with her.

"Ok, show me this video Torrance." Bulma said once she sat down at her desk.

"Ok, I'm just going to connect it to your computer right now." She replied.

Bulma sat there with her eyes closed trying to steady her breathing. Deep breaths Bulma. It's going to be ok. You're going to find out who this fucker is, and kill him. Then you're going to have supper with your husband…Kami…

She opened her eyes just as Torrance played the video and she watched her computer screen intently. Torrance was right, it was very hard to make out a face or much of anything besides the outline of the body, but the outline was very definite. The bullet did hit him in the right shoulder so she was correct about it not being an android. However, all those factors weren't what made Bulma storm out of the office and into the nearest bathroom stall.

She started to throw up involuntarily and when she was finished she ran out to the sinks and washed her mouth out, splashing her face with water as well. The outline clearly detailed the shape of the man's hair. Bulma only knew one man with hair that stood up like a fiery inferno.

"This isn't happening…It's impossible…He can't be…He just can't…" Bulma muttered to herself over and over, "I'll find out for certain. I'm going to laugh so hard when I realize that my husband isn't a frickin alien! Hahaha that impossible! The worst it can be is that an android managed to escape…and has the same hair style as my husband…"

Bulma felt like she was going insane. Nothing about this made sense and she didn't know how she was going to figure it all out. She cried out in frustration and threw a glass cup at the wall that was sitting on the counter top by the sinks.

"Uh…Bulma?" Torrance asked carefully as she slowly slid her head through into the bathroom.

Bulma stood up tall, straightened out her clothes and looked over at Torrance in a professional manner, "Yes?"

"Um, your husband is on the phone. He wants to know what time dinner is." She said, relaying the message.

Bulma stared at her for a few long moments before replying, "Seven…Dinner is at seven."

"She says dinner is at seven." Torrance said and then Vegeta hung up his cell and left Goku's house.

When he was out of sight he soared into the air and flew to the place where he had left the lap top. He picked it up and flew to his next destination. If there was anyone he could trust when it came to technology besides his wife, it was this man. When he reached the large property he landed on the ground and made his way to the font door. He knocked a few times and waited. Fairly quickly someone opened the door to greet him.

"Oh, hello Vegeta! It's such a nice to surprise to see you!" Bunny said cheerfully, as she always did, "Is Bulma not with you?"

"No. I wanted to see your husband. He's here right?" Vegeta asked, trying to very hard not to yell at her to stop smiling for once.

"Oh of course! Come in and make yourself comfortable while I go and get him for you." She said and he walked in after her and stopped in their living room.

A few moments later Mr. Briefs walked in wearing his white lab coat, "Hello Vegeta. I wasn't expecting you, and without my daughter too. So how can I help you, Bunny said you wanted to see me."

"I need you to tell me where this came from." Vegeta said and handed Mr. Brief's the beaten up lap top.

"Well that's quiet an easy diagnosis. I know my own work whether its brand spanking new or chopped into a million pieces." He said with a cheerful laugh and handed it back to Vegeta.

"So it's a Capsule Corp product?" Vegeta asked, just to make sure he understood.

"Certainly is. It's actually one of Bulma's favorite models I believe. I'm pretty sure she has one of her own just like that." He said with a smile, "So where did you find that and what happened to it?"

He didn't get a reply since Vegeta had already walked out of the house and jetted into the air immediately. After only a few moments of being in the air he threw the lap top to the ground and was very compelled to blow up the block he flying over.

Vegeta was trying to convince himself that what Mr. Briefs had told him had nothing to do with the conclusion that popped into his head immediately after hearing that this computer could very well be his wife's personal computer.

She could be supplying those models to the enemy without knowing it. She doesn't even know that I'm not really an architect, let alone knowing who she's really selling product to…She could easily be hiding the fact that she's not really the acting CEO of C.C. though…No! It's not plausible. She may be a genius but she's no hit man. The woman wouldn't be able to fire a gun even if she had designed it herself…I have to make sure though…She isn't the shooter but I'm going to make sure…

10 minutes to seven Bulma was about to have a nervous breakdown in her kitchen. She had dinner all prepared and ready and she was just waited for Vegeta to get home. She paced around the island in her kitchen as she waited, looking at the clock every 5 seconds. She didn't know what she was going to do. She had to find out, but how? He would know that something was wrong if she didn't calm down, but how was she supposed to calm down if her husband was secretly an android!

She shook her head and slapped her cheeks a few times to knock herself out of it. She was really acting crazy if she thought he was an android in disguise. Humans can't fly, only androids can. 18 is the only surviving android, I personally made sure she was the only one left. There could be tons of the people with Vegeta's hair style! Tons of people have my hairstyle…But I can't fly…FUCK!

She was literally going to go off the reservation if she didn't calm herself down. She was more professional than that. She would sit down and have a relaxed conversation over dinner with her human husband who was a very accomplished architect. I've never even seen where he works…

She suddenly was drawn to look at herself in the mirror that hung on the wall near the kitchen table. She was looking through it from the side and was about to look back in front of her when she noticed something strange. She looked at her back through the mirror from the side and saw a small red mark that was slightly moving. SHIT. She knew exactly where that red dot was coming from and then all the lights in her kitchen went out. She darted to the far wall, out of range and sight for the shooter. Who ever dared come into her home to execute her would pay dearly. No one tried to hit a professional hit man and lived to boast about it.

Bulma quietly took one of her guns out from a secret compartment under the counter in the kitchen and cocked it. She knew that the person in her house was by the front door by the angle that the laser pointer on his gun was when she saw him marking her. She also hadn't heard any movement meaning he was still by the front door. What a moron. At least send someone with half a brain to kill me. She took a deep breath as she slid across the wall to the opening that led to the living room, which left an opening to the front door. She took one last breath before swinging around into the opening and opened fire at her killer.

Her aim couldn't have been more perfect, but then the lights were flicked on.

He turned the lights on once he had caught the bullet. He lowered his hand from in front of his face, dropping the bullet to the ground, and also dropped the arm that was holding the small laser pointer key chain. Vegeta just stared hard at his wife who looked like she had just seen a ghost before she disappeared into the kitchen almost instantly after seeing his face.

He stalked slowly into the kitchen after her and wasn't surprised when he didn't find her in the kitchen anymore. He then heard the engine of a car rev as it raced out of the driveway. He flew out the window and into the sky to find her driving down the street as fast as she possibly could. Please woman. How could you expect to out run me?

Bulma raced down the street at full speed trying not to burst into tears. "Kami how could I have been so stupid!...What the hell am I going to do! Fuck!" she swore and looked through her rear view mirror and spotted him in the sky. Sweet Jesus...! She pulled out a flare gun from underneath her seat, stuck herself out of her window and shot it at him. She got back into her seat and kept driving. She wasn't trying to kill him she just wanted to distract him long enough to get away.

Her back window suddenly shattered and a small laser like substance shot through to her front window, just zipping past her ear and luckily missing her body entirely. She slammed on the breaks instantly with a screech and looked at the windshield where there was a hole that was dangerously close to were her head would be.

She growled with anger at his attempt and jumped into the back seat quickly and pulled down the back rest that opened up into the trunk. She was not going to take this shit from him.

He flew after her with ease. He was frustrated and just wanted to talk with her, for the time being. He created a small ki ball in his hand intended to blow out the tires of her car. He aimed and was about to fire when she suddenly stuck herself out of her window and shot what appeared to be a flare gun. This is a good suit woman! He had to quickly dodge in order to save his clothes, but did not realize he let his ki ball go until he heard the sounds of shattered glass and the screech of tires on pavement.

Vegeta looked down to see the car stopped and for an instant his heart stopped in fear that he might have accidentally hit her with his blast, or worse, killed her. His fear was relinquished and he was relieved when he saw her step out of the car, that is until she aimed a giant bazooka gun at him angrily. Damn it. Of course she would come to the wrong presumption but he decided to let her have her fit.

She fired and he let it explode against his crossed arms that blocked him from the insignificant rocket that would never do him any harm. She drove off and he headed back to the house. He would let her have her victory, but never the war. Besides, this wasn't the time nor place to settle things with her, but he was going to set everything straight, whether she liked it or not.