Chapter 6

Vegeta stared dully at the figure in front of him. Whoever it was seemed familiar but the bells weren't ringing. He was getting extremely irritated, and repeated his question, this time with a lot more intimidation.

"Who…the fuck…are you?" The woman sautéed closer, gently shutting the door behind her. She was a beautiful girl, the long green sundress she wore showed off her very sexy silhouette and bright eyes, and long brown hair. He couldn't help but notice it, not like she had anything on Bulma, after all nothing was screaming exotic about this woman. She stopped a few feet from the saiyan before she slid a sneaky smirk across her face.

"You don't remember me Vegeta?" she threw her hand across her chest playfully trying to seem hurt. "How rude", she giggled. As she took another step closer to him, Vegeta rolled his eyes at her.

"If you don't cut it out with these silly games, I'll force the answer out of you", he growled. Vegeta was completely confused as to who she was, and most importantly why was she here? He started to wonder if Bulma sent this woman to him, but for what, why? His thoughts were interrupted by her soft giggling. How annoying.

"Ok, ok, relax sweetie, I'm not here to upset you, but you DO know me", she said matter of factly. The woman noticed Vegeta balling his fists into a tight ball and decided to just answer the question, the last thing she needed right now was a scene.

"It's me Diane, you know Bulma's friend? Last time we saw each other was at Bulma's baby shower for Trunks".

BAM! It hit him like a blast from Freiza. Now he remembered, it was the woman's silly little friend. He remembered the day that Bulma said she was having a 'baby shower'. To this day Vegeta wasn't sure what the hell it was, but he remembered her saying it was a human celebration of some sort for pregnant women. He wasn't taking part in it, but he had to help carry some things to the backyard for her, and that was when he first noticed the brown haired woman. She had her eyes on him like a hawk on its prey; Bulma never noticed it, perhaps because she was too interested in her festivities. Vegeta really didn't care all that much, but he knew the look she had in her eyes, he had seen it many times before from other women, Bulma included.

"What do you want?" he growled. At this point he knew Bulma didn't send her here. She came looking for him on her own, and Vegeta was no fool. He instantly put two and two together; this Diane girl was clearly up to no good. He and Bulma were never mated, but he did have a child with her. He wasn't even from Earth, and he was still unfamiliar with most of their customs but it didn't take a rocket scientist to realize this woman's intentions were not good ones.

"I think you know what I want", she replied.

"Hn." Vegeta folded his arms across his chest and turned his head to the side in disgust.

"Aw, come on Vegeta, don't be like that". She was now arms length from the prince, her eyes filled with lust, and determination coming from her body.

"I want you" she purred seductively.

Bulma was now in the kitchen and she decided on the journey there she would make chicken sandwiches. All the while her mind was running with thoughts of Max. He was a decent guy from what she seen so far, and he was ok about Trunks, after all he was a father himself. Most importantly he seemed sweet; God knew Vegeta was seriously lacking in that department. There she was again, having Vegeta pop through her mind.

Bulma knew that sharing a child with him would inevitably have Vegeta in her life forever or in his eyes 17 more years. She was okay with that, but now that there was a new man interested in her, she kept finding herself comparing the two. Bulma knew that it was too early to try to start a brand new relationship, but getting to know a guy that could possibly become a boyfriend, and potentially a husband, was harmless. A wave of sadness came over her at this thought. She always said that she would marry the man she had kids with, obviously not going to happen. She couldn't lie for a while she thought she would be with Vegeta forever, she thought they would be a happy family with Trunks, and the reality of the situation stung. She would always have feelings for him, Yamcha was her first love, but Vegeta was her first True love, and the father of her precious baby boy.

Bulma completed the sandwiches. She made approximately 20, 17 for Vegeta and the other 3 would serve as one each for herself her mother and Trunks. As she set down the plate of sandwiches for her son and mother, the black car out front came back into her mind.

"Mom, who's black Honda is that out front?" she wondered out loud.

"Iunno" was all Bulma heard in response. Her mother was having a blast with Trunks not paying her too much mind. She smiled to herself at the view in front of her. She would just look into it later; she picked up the tray with the other sandwiches and looked over to the guest house she sent Vegeta to live in, and then glanced at the GR. The GR's lights were on, so she assumed that's where he probably was, she headed over to give her sons father his lunch.

"And what makes you think I want you?" Vegeta spat. He was getting more and more upset by the moment. He was missing out on valuable time he could have been using to train listening to this nut case.

Diane closed the gap between them, her breasts resting upon his chest. Some of his anger diminished, and was replaced by amusement. He hadn't had a woman so desperate for him in a long time. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself at her actions.

"What's so funny baby?" she whispered in his ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She was staring in his eyes, and the lust was oozing off her now, Vegeta instantly caught her scent. His token smirk slid across his mouth. Some friend indeed.

Diane slowly began planting little kisses trailing from Vegeta's neck to his cheeks, using her little hands to massage the back of his neck. Vegeta leaned his head back from her.

"You say you are a friend of my son's mother?" he questioned. Vegeta took this opportunity to have a little fun. He had no intentions of sleeping with this slut, but leading her on and kicking her ass the curb would be extremely entertaining.

"Uh huh", she replied nuzzling her nose into his cheek.

"How do you think she would feel about this?"

"Fuck it, she told me she didn't want to be with you anymore. I told her it was a stupid move, but hey, one woman's trash is another woman's treasure". Diane purred in Vegeta's ear as she tugged on his arms placing them on her hips. She brought her arms back around his neck as she nibbled on the saiyan princes' earlobe.

Vegeta rolled his eyes as a silent show of disagreement in Diane's statement. He moved his eyes to the side to catch glimpse at the woman in front of him. He did have a physical attraction to her somewhat but she wasn't Bulma. The way she was touching him was bringing back memories of his and Bulma's past 'blissful sessions'.

"Hey", Diane called, trying to regain his attention. Vegeta answered her by breaking from his thoughts and looking at the woman in front of him. She smiled as she lifted one hand behind her and pulled the frail knot in her halter top. Diane's dress dropped to her feet, raveling her nude body. Before Vegeta could say anything he felt Diane's lips crash against his own. At that very moment he sensed Bulma's presence, she was extremely close. He pulled his face back from Diane's own as he pushed her back not hard enough to hurt her but hard enough to mean he was serious.

"Get out!" he whispered loudly, taking another step back.

"Not so fast sweetie, I'm just getting started!" Diane giggled this time jumping into Vegeta's arms. He removed his arms from under her hoping she would fall to the floor but Diane's legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. She grabbed hold of his face and dove in for another kiss. Vegeta raised his arms to her chest to push her off but it was too late. Through the corner of his eyes he saw the blue haired beauty burning holes into Diane's back, while she continued to get her tongue into his mouth.

At this point Vegeta could care less if he hurt her, all Hell was going to break loose anyway. He used an ounce of his strength and forcefully pushed Diane back causing her to drop to the floor, holding her chest in pain. Vegeta looked at her and then back at Bulma whose face was as red as blood, steam shooting from her ears. Shit. All he wanted to do was amuse himself, and now he was facing the impending wrath of the blue haired human.

"What the hell did you do that for?" Diane hollered, still holding her chest wincing in pain.

Bulma stood in awe, she was coming into the GR to give Vegeta some food and as she opens the door she sees a naked woman wrapped around his waist. At that very instant Bulma went from seeing real life colors to dark red. She kept her eyes peeled onto Vegeta until the naked woman made her voice heard, not to long after she busted her ass on the floor. The eerie thing was that the voice sounded familiar. She took her gaze off of the Prince who stood proud and arrogant, looking carefree and focused it on the woman.

"I said, why the –"Diane stopped in mid sentence as she saw Vegeta's attention focused behind her. Curiously she turned her neck to see what he was staring at, only to feel a lump drop in her throat. Bulma's fury filled eyes, met her frantic ones.

Diane quickly brought one of her arms to her chest to cover her naked breasts and the other reaching for her dress to cover her front.

"Bulma!" she yelped, embarrassment and fear in her voice. Bulma felt her chest heat up as if there was a fire set ablaze inside her. Her breathing became labored and frantic as she looked she stared into her "best friend since childhood' eyes. Bulma felt as she lost herself and something dark came over her, she whipped the tray in her hand to the left casing all the sandwiches to drop to the floor. Then like a crazed person she darted over to Diane who still sat n the floor and raised the tray over her head.

"You dirty, back stabbing bitch!" she screamed as she dropped the tray over Diane's head, causing a loud thud to fill the GR.

"Ahhh!" Diane cried as she brought her hands to her head. Bulma leaped into the air landing on top of Diane. As she straddled her waist she began slamming the back of her head into the floor. After about the 9th slam Diane managed to kick Bulma off of her, she rushed to her feet awaiting Bulma's next attack. Before Bulma could get back to her own feet Diane decided to take advantage of the situation and she kicked Bulma in the side of her stomach. Bulma flew back landing heavily on her back. Diane walked up to her analyzing Bulma's state. She bent down to inspect her, as Bulma lay with her eyes closed appearing to be out. The next thing Diane knew was Bulma's forehead came into contact with her nose. She felt an icy pain in her nose as she felt it snap, tears falling from her eyes. She fell on her back crying out in pain.

Still in her fit of rage Bulma ran over to Diane and began stomping on her screaming at her the entire time. As Bulma was kicking the life out of Diane she felt someone pulling her back, the grasp they had on her brought her back to reality. Bulma whipped her head around to see that her mother was the person pulling her back.

"Oh my God! What's going on here?" she screeched. Bulma pulled herself out of her mothers grasp and stood looking at the crying Diane on the floor. As she stared at her ex best friend bleeding on the floor, she heard a deep and sinister laugh a few feet in front of her. She brought her eyes up from the floor to locate its source and saw none other than Vegeta staring at the scene before him in hysterics.

Mrs. Briefs ran over to Diane, screaming for someone to tell her what happened. Bulma continued to stare at Vegeta as she felt the inevitable begin. She was able to fight the stinging behind her eyes as she beat the shit out of Diane, but looking at Vegeta, brought them out. She felt the warm liquid sliding down her cheeks.

"Diane was fucking HIM" she cried as she pointed her finger in Vegeta's direction. He smirked in reply to her emotion reaction.

"Vegeta…." Mrs. Briefs whispered, as she helped Diane to her feet.

"No- noth-, nothing happened Bulma, I swear!" Diane chimed in out of breath and holding her ribs wincing in pain.

"Shut up you!" Mrs. Briefs warned as she applied a little pressure on Diane ribs knowing it would hurt her. "You were her friend since childhood, and you betrayed her", she scolded. Mrs. Briefs looked back at Vegeta and shook her head before dragging Diane out of the GR. The last thing she heard come from her mother's mouth was her telling Diane she was never welcome in their home again.

Bulma still kept her eyes on Vegeta's, tears spilling from her own. He had a stupid smirk on his face and let out a huge laugh.

"Woman! I never knew you had it in you!"he exclaimed. Bulma walked closer to Vegeta and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand,

"How could you?" she moaned through her tears. She felt like her heart was being tugged at, her heart was literally hurting her.

"How could I what?" he laughed. "I didn't do anything to her, she came in here trying to seduce me, I hadn't laid a hand on that wore…and besides we aren't together why does it matter?" Bulma shook her head showing her disapproval in his comment, balling her hands into fists; the rage was masking her over again. She kicked her slipper off of her foot and bent down to pick it up. Vegeta looked puzzled by her action and then WHAM! Bulma struck him across his cheek with her slipper causing him to feel a slight burning sensation on his face. He looked down at her with hate in his eyes.

"It matters, you pig, because once upon a time I loved you, and I had a child with you, and of all the women on this planet, you try to sleep with MY friend?" she barked. She raised her hand with the slipper to smack him on the other cheek but he grabbed her wrist before it could make contact.

"I said I didn't do anything, I was her", he growled. Bulma took her free hand and punched at Vegeta's stomach. The tears were flowing again and the rage had gotten the best of her again. She felt betrayed and her body was aching. Vegeta released her and stepped back as he watched the woman in her blinded rage. She swung and kicked madly trying to hit him as hard as she could.

Every now and again she landed a punch to the face or a kick to the leg. Vegeta couldn't help but feel a wave of guilt come over him. He knew he didn't and wasn't going to sleep with the woman, but he knew how it looked, he felt sorry for Bulma seeing it. He could blame her, as much as he hated to admit it, if he ever caught her with another man…the whole planet would be in trouble.

He used his saiyan speed and slipped behind her catching her arms and placing them behind her back. She stopped fighting but continued to cry. She sobbed as he held her; he rested his forehead against the back of her head inhaling the lavender scent of her hair.

"I did-"She pulled away from him.

"Don't touch me!" she spat, dropping herself to the floor still sobbing. Vegeta looked down on her one more time and turned to walk away. As he was walking out of the GR he heard her shuffling around on the floor when he turned to look he was met with a slipper flying straight into the middle of his face.

"FUCK!" he yelled grabbing his nose, which was now stinging from the smack. He took the slipper and through it back at Bulma with ample strnth behind it. The slipper slapped Bulma on her side with a loud SMACK. She yelled in pain as she held her side.

"The fuck do you think you are?" he growled as he walked over to her. He gripped her arm into his hand and brought her to his face.

"I won't tell you again-"he was interrupted by a wad of spit landing in his face. Vegeta dropped her to the floor and wiped it away with the back of his hand. He was furious enough to beat the shit out of her like she was a man, but he knew he could never hit her. He glared at her once more gritting his teeth before he turned to leave this time without looking back.

"I hate you!" she called after him. As he walked back to the guest house he mumbled under his breath "I hate me too".