So, I've been playing Zelda Ocarina of Time lately, and I realized that I absolutely hate that game. I can't figure out how to get to the bottom two levels of the Deku Tree, which makes me feel like a tard because it's the beginning of the friggin' game, and it's extremely frustrating. So much so I want to throw the controller at the T.V screen. But I refrain because I don't want to break my T.V.. I love my T.V.. ahaha.. Anyways, so please pray to the Zelda gods that I figure out how beat the Deku Tree stage/level thing-a-ma-bob.. ahaha.. Kay so here are some awesome people who sent me some awesome reviews! Heiress2thethrone, Vampiress-06, yomegagurl01, Spini, Sailor Alpha Tomboy, Yari, Another B/V Lover, Ivona33, Musette Fujiwara, and Priestess Of Passion :) Thanks guys! Now, enjoy and review:)

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Bulma turned as Broly sat back down with no drink. "I thought you were getting something to drink?"

Broly shrugged, "I got a shot, they don't have anything on tap."

Bulma rolled her eyes as she turned back to Vegeta and Claire. "Claire, this is my boyfriend Broly," she introduced as she gestured towards Broly. "Broly, this is Vegeta's friend, Claire."

"Girlfriend," Claire corrected, shooting a glance at Bulma as she shook Broly's outstretched hand.

"Right, girlfriend," Bulma repeated.

Vegeta smirked and reclined in his chair. "I think it'd do us some good if we mingled a bit, woman. Aim for Cooler or Frieza, I want to make some money off of 'em." He smirked evilly as he lifted himself from his seat.

Bulma followed suit, "Alright." She sighed.

"You want me to come?" Broly chirped.

"Unless you want to stand on the sides and nod occasionally like a dolt," Vegeta answered for Bulma. "No."

Bulma hit Vegeta's arm angrily. "You can come Broly. Claire, you too."

"That's alright sweetheart," Broly said as he lifted himself from his chair, "I'm going to head back to the bar."

Bulma smiled sympathetically at Broly and nodded, "What about you Claire?" Bulma turned her nose up slightly and tried to give a look that said: 'don't you dare say yes.'

"Sure," was the unexpected answer. "If that's alright with you Veggie?"

'Veggie?' Bulma's eye's immediately narrowed. She needed to work on her mean looks with hidden meanings.

Vegeta smirked, "I don't care." He ended by giving Bulma a backward glance to show her his smirk of amusement.

As the three slowly made their way from group to group Bulma realized that she completely loathed this Claire. At each stop Claire had forced her way into the small talk using what little knowledge of the company she had. Bulma had expected her to do what Vegeta said Broly would: nod politely like an idiot. Claire also had made it a habit of, when laughing, to grab onto Vegeta's arm in an almost possessive manner. Not that it bothered Bulma much, she just felt that it was unnecessary contact.

"Where the hell are they," Vegeta growled under his breath as he continued to scan the room for his targets, Frieza and Cooler.

"I don't know," Bulma grumbled with annoyance. "This mingling hasn't proven to be very fruitful, I'm going to look for Broly." She then began to walk away only to be stopped by a firm grip on her wrist. She glared into the his light blue eye, "Let go," she pronounced slowly with anger.

Vegeta's brows furrowed as his glare deepened to match Bulma's. "No. Help me look for them." He growled angrily and tightened his grip.

"This is their party. I'm sure they won't be here until they make their closing speech." Bulma then twisted her wrist out of Vegeta's grasp, and stalked away.

By the time Bulma had found Broly, and the two had made it back to their assigned table, it was time for the meal. As she sat back down in her chair, Vegeta cleared his throat to gain her attention.

"Did you find them?" Bulma asked almost rhetorically.

"No."

Bulma 'hmphed' with victory. "Shame."

"We weren't able to speak with them but we did spot them." Claire announced.

"I told you, you're not going to be able to even say 'hello' to either of them until this ends." Bulma reminded as she cut into the steak set before her.

Vegeta took a gulp of wine and also began to pick at his meal. "That'd be true if you were the one hosting this; but, Cooler and Frieza are known for their attendance at their parties."

Bulma squeezed the neck of her wine glass as Claire piped in, "That's sort of rude and almost cowardly, not showing up to your own formal."

Bulma's nail scratched against the neck of the wine glass and her eyes narrowed at the point of her nail, "Hosting a formal takes a lot of time and can be very stressful, just adding onto the pressure that already comes with owning a successful business." She brushed some hair behind her shoulder and turned her attention to Claire. "Sometimes it's best to avoid sharks wanting to make deals that could cost your company millions. Especially since these sharks know that a lot of the CEO's are drunk an hour into the party." She glanced at Vegeta who was chewing with a smirk. Bulma's ocean blue eyes looked down her small nose and her glossed lips tugged into a self-satisfied smirk. "This of course is something you would know nothing of, being you were a welcome station secretary."

Claire's eye's squinted for a mere second before her face contorted into fake smile. "I see." She responded as she took a sip of wine.

To Vegeta's dismay the formal continued and there hadn't been a single sighting of the lizardy brothers from Cooler Corp. To Bulma's dismay, Claire had continued to spew backhanded compliments.

Bulma grit her teeth into a fake smile as Claire commented on how the woman with the black hair and red dress looked like she'd rip the dress if she sat down. Then began to ramble on about seamstress' and how she had met Giorgio Armani at some boutique in Manhattan.

Vegeta grumbled something inaudible about a cigarette, stood, and ventured into a crowd of people.

"So where'd you get your dress, Bulma?" Claire asked.

Bulma bit the bottom corner of her lip and replied, "I don't remember. I'm going to go look for the restroom." She said quickly, then stood and tried to head after Vegeta. She couldn't stand sitting there listening to Claire ramble on and occasionally name drop. Claire must have had a bi-polar disorder, one minute she was a sly bitch and the next she acted ditzy like the longly hated Marron.

Bulma began to pass her way through the throngs of people, in hopes of catching a glimpse of an ebony flame. She frowned as she caught a glimpse of Frieza instead; talking with a rounded male who was red in the face with laughter. She jumped slightly when she felt two hands grip her shoulders and push her forward towards Frieza.

"There he is, you lose woman." Vegeta walked in front of her when they got closer and outstretched his hand towards the short snake like man.

Bulma smiled politely and nodded at Frieza as his lips twisted into an unsettling smirk. "Lovely party," Bulma directed towards Frieza.

Frieza nodded. "It's nice to see you both, I believe this is the first party you've both attended since the take over?" Frieza asked with slight question and sneered down towards Bulma.

"Merge," Vegeta corrected.

Bulma raised a brow towards Vegeta. This was the first time he had admitted to a merge rather take over. He always liked to call it his 'hostile takeover.'

"Yes, merge." Frieza repeated with the same unsettling smirk.

The rounded man smiled, "Well Frieza I'll leave you with Ouiji and Miss Briefs, I'm going to search for the Misses, she'll be mad that I've left her for so long." The man chortled and waved as he disappeared into the crowd.

"He's an entertaining dolt, isn't he Ouiji?" Frieza cackled.

Vegeta didn't falter, "So Frieza, how's that new project you've been boasting about coming along?"

"Minute into the conversation and you already start badgering, isn't that just like you." Frieza cackled. "Your father was just as foolish: always interested in making deals during occasions such as these."

Bulma glanced over at Vegeta who held his permanent frown. "Don't excite yourself Frieza. I wasn't interested in making any deals with you. I was only curious if you've gotten out of that, lack of new product, rut," Vegeta smirked.

Frieza's unsettling smirk returned and lightly shook his head, "Enjoy the party Ouiji." He then turned to Bulma, "Miss Briefs," he nodded and sent her a smile that made her skin crawl. Frieza walked away into the crowds of people.

"Nice bluff."

Vegeta grunted and walked away. Bulma trailed behind him.

"I don't think we should do business with Cooler anyways. Both of them have always sent me creep vibes." Bulma tried to tell Vegeta as he continued to lead her through the banquet hall. She received a grunt in response.

Vegeta had lead her back to the entrance. Walking down the steps that lead down to the entrance of the building, Vegeta pulled a pack of cigarettes front his pants pocket. As they walked outside, Vegeta held the pack out to Bulma, offering her a cigarette.

Bulma happily took a stick.

"That creep's an ass," Vegeta grumbled as he lit his, then Bulma's cigarette. "Who the hell does he think he is?" Vegeta asked rhetorically as he blew smoke out. "The reason why he's having this thing is to try to gain some business, he's probably been trying to buy ideas off this whole time," he seethed angrily.

"Don't worry, he only said that to piss you off. We don't need to associate with him anyways." Bulma tapped the ash from her cigarette off.

Vegeta growled, "God I hate him! Did you see him leerin' at you? Fuckin' perv," Vegeta grumbled the rest, Bulma only catching bits and pieces of how Vegeta plans on "kickin' his fuckin' ass," and "rippin' the tail off his sorry ass."

Bulma smiled at Vegeta's threats. She swayed and knocked into him gently. "Let's go back inside. I feel bad, we've left Broly and Claire at that table for a while now."

Vegeta glanced down at her, "What do you think of Claire anyways?"

"What do I think of her?" Bulma repeated as she clenched her teeth into a fake smile. "She's," Bulma shook her head, "She's a sweet girl." Bulma lied through her clenched teeth.

Vegeta chuckled, "Don't lie woman, you hate her," he smirked.

"No," Bulma said shaking her head. "I don't hate her." She took in her last drag before flicking the remains onto the cement.

"You loathe her," Vegeta said with amusement. "I think you're jealous."

"Let's not flatter ourselves now," Bulma retorted with a smile as she turned to head back inside.

Vegeta opened the door, "You've got to admit she's hott."

"Hott? What are you, seventeen?" Bulma scoffed. "She has one of those fake tans, she looks like a flippin' Umpaloompa, anyways."

"You're jealous."

Bulma scoffed sarcastically, "Extremely."

Vegeta smirked.

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"Can you believe that?"

"No, it's unfathomable."

"Stop being sarcastic."

"Why ever would you accuse me of being sarcastic?" Juu asked innocently.

Bulma narrowed her eyes at Juu and took a sip from the Styrofoam cup that contained her favorite of all liquids: coffee. The two had been sitting in a new, little coffee shop that had recently opened a few blocks away from Ouiji Capsule. They had been discussing the events of a few nights ago: Cooler Corp.'s formal.

"I really don't see why you should be mad over this, Bulma. He can date who ever he wants, and there's not much you can do about it."

"I don't care that he's dating, I just don't think he should be dating that bitch of a secretary." Bulma's eyes stayed narrowed at Juu as she watched Juu exhale with frustration.

"You probably didn't even give this girl a chance. I think you're going to hate any girl he dates, whether you've met them or not."

"If he were dating some one normal, who was polite, nice, and not a rude bitch, then I'd approve."

"Why do you even need to approve?" Juu snapped.

Bulma paused. "Well, I have known him for how many years now? I've been engaged to him, we've slept together, and besides, he judges who I date, why can't I judge who he dates? It's only fair." Bulma crossed her arms and turned her nose to the air.

Juu took a sip of her ice tea. "But you complain about him and get mad when he talks about your dates. Why won't you be the bigger person and not talk about this Claire girl, and not make him mad?"

"Misery loves company, Juu." Bulma smiled.

Juu shook her head. "Fine. If you want to make the prick annoyed and miserable with your constant criticism of his girlfriend, so be it. He probably deserves it anyways."

"Yea, really." Bulma scoffed as she took another sip of coffee.

"Back to what you said about he dating some one normal, that wasn't a rude bitch: I don't think that's even possible." Juu smirked. "That's all I've seen him date."

Bulma smiled but narrowed her eyes. "Watch it Juu."

Juu laughed. "But really, besides you and Claire, has he dated anyone else?"

Bulma paused to think. "I'm not sure about the years where we didn't talk; but, yea, he had a girlfriend Junior year during one of our break ups."

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Bulma plopped down into her seat next to ChiChi. "I'm so tired," she yawned as she rested her head on her palm.

"That sucks," ChiChi stated quickly as she turned herself so she was facing Bulma.

"Thanks," Bulma grunted.

ChiChi rolled her eyes, "But whatever, I have news." She said this excitedly with a growing smile.

"What happened?" Bulma sat up, knowing by her friends eager grin and how quickly she was talking, there was new interesting gossip floating around.

"You won't believe who's dating!" As she said this sentence her giddy demeanor left and a more hostile, angry one replaced it.

Bulma stared at ChiChi, she had a premonition on who this who was. She felt a lump grow at the base of her throat as she awaited the news.

"Vegeta's dating that bitch Sarah, isn't that ridiculous?"

"Who's Sarah?" Bulma said as calmly as she could.

"She's in our Spanish class, she's the blonde that always wears her hair in the messy bun."

"Oh." Bulma replied monotonously.

ChiChi looked at her friend, "You okay about this?"

Bulma shrugged, "Why should I care?"

"Maybe because you and Vegeta have dated on and off for what, three years now?"

"Exactly, on and off."

ChiChi sighed as the two watched Vegeta walk into the classroom and sit down in front of Bulma.

"Did you do the homework?" Vegeta asked Bulma as he began to flip through his folder.

Bulma's eyes narrowed. "What so you can cheat?"

Vegeta's black orbs met Bulma's cerulean. "What crawled up your ass," he grunted.

"Why are you always such a prick? Can't you ever just try to be nice and think of others and your effect on them? You're so fucking conceited!" Bulma's voice steadily rose through her statement. So much so that the class feel into awkward silence for a few moments.

Vegeta quirked an eyebrow at the seething Bulma. "Look woman, I'm not in the mood to deal with your PMS today-"

"So you're not in the mood to deal with me today? You have to be in a certain state of mind to deal with me? You just want to use me today? You just want to cheat off my paper because you're a lazy prick?!" Her voice rose again.

Vegeta's eyes narrowed. "You're taking my words out of context, wench. Why the hell are you getting so worked up over a worksheet," he growled angrily.

"It's the principal of it. I'm not going to sit by idly while you sit here and act as if you aren't doing something wrong."

"You copy my papers all the time woman," he growled. His eyes narrowed again.

"Look, both of you stop. Here Vegeta," ChiChi intervened as she handed him her worksheet. The two continued to glare at each other until Bulma turned away and glared out the window. As Vegeta turned around ChiChi nudged Bulma, "Are you seriously going to get that upset over him? Don't worry about him B, his fling will blow over by this weekend." ChiChi tried to comfort.

Bulma glared at ChiChi, "What makes you think it's bothering me? I'm just sick of him cheating off of my papers."

ChiChi rolled her eyes, "Uh-huh. Sure."

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