A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed. Here's another one from the B/V series going on. Here's the order they may be interpreted in (although 1 can stand alone as well). 1 – To Rule a Prince. 2 – Problem Solving. 3 – You Win.

Disclaimer: It's not mine. =[

Summary: Sometimes, the most beautiful moments are the simplest ones. Series of one-shots/drabbles revolving around our favourite characters.

You Win

Pairing: Bulma/Vegeta, Goku
Genre: Humour
Rating: K+
Word Count: 1500
World: AU (because Bulma has told Goku about Trunks before the Androids appear)
Summary: Vegeta finally surrenders to Bulma.

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Vegeta could hardly believe how crystal clear Bulma's supposedly subtle efforts were as he hovered around the Son household, watching her interact with the unsuspecting family.

She strapped a metallic device around Goku's wrist, assuring him that the tests results it gathered from the Saiyan were a vital part of her research to produce an automatic dishwasher for Chi-Chi. She had explained that Goku was the perfect test subject because no one else on Planet Earth had a larger appetite than him. Vegeta rolled his eyes at the excuse. Capsule Corporation was a home to many innovations, and the automatic dishwasher was an extremely old member of the technological family.

Unaware of the fact that dishwashing machines were already quite common in larger cities, and upon realizing the comfort and convenience that such a device would offer, Chi-Chi had automatically forced her insatiable husband into assisting the blue-haired woman, unaware of the fact that it was all a sham.

It astounded him how naive the Son family was.

What was even harder to digest was the fact that Bulma was actually planning to execute the ridiculous plot of creating a duplicate of the ignorant low-level warrior so that she could marry him.

A part of him refused to believe it. There was no way the woman would be that crazy, right? There was no way she was going to clone the strongest warrior that he had ever met. Correction – there was no way that she was going to clone the strongest married warrior that he had ever met so that she could marry him. It was impossible. And even if it was possible, it was still a ridiculously stupid idea.

But unfortunately, her blasphemous actions spoke for themselves. He perched himself on a branch of a tall tree, keeping his ki signal as low as he could possibly manage, and observed. All remained rather boring for Vegeta until Goku accidentally broke a glass with his unnatural strength while animatedly telling Bulma a story about his preparation for the Androids.

Bulma watched as a miffed Chi-Chi scared Goku away from home with her trademark frying pan. She shuffled over to her and asked in an obviously fake tone of curiosity, "Does this happen a lot?"

Chi-Chi failed to notice that there was something off. To her, having a kind soul to vent to was a gift from the heavens. Her cheeks were marred red, eyebrows furrowed with anger as she turned around and responded heatedly, "Oh yes, he can't control his strength anymore now that he's started his stupid new training. He breaks things at every meal. Glasses, plates - he even broke the table seven times this week! The right question to ask is what doesn't he do?"

"Uh.."

"The dishes, the floor, the cooking, the laundry," Chi-Chi began listing.

"I'm sure he's not that bad," Bulma defended hesitantly.

"He's worse," Chi-Chi assured. "And he doesn't rake in money at all. Can you BELIEVE that I'm still living off my dad? And everytime I mention it to him, he finds another excuse to go off and train. WELL, if something as important PROTECTING THE EARTH is HIS JOB then he can at least make some money out of it along the way, but NOOO!" she bellowed, pausing to take a breath. "Honestly, I don't know how I deal with him."

Bulma struggled to control a shiver. Chi-Chi sure was intimidating, and the fact that she had made it to the finals at the World Martial Arts Tournament did not make it any easier. And if she had the power to make the strongest fighter on Earth run in the other direction, Bulma did not even want to consider the consequences of what she was about to do if Chi-Chi got wind of it.

"Heh heh heh. Imagine if there were two of him," Bulma suggested airily.

"TWO?" exclaimed Chi-Chi while angrily scrubbing the dishes. She scoffed mirthlessly. "Even one is too much for me."

Bulma brightened immediately, taking Chi-Chi's response as a green light for her plans. That means the second one is all mine!

"Thanks Chi-Chi!" she exclaimed, and was out the door almost instantly. "Send Goku or Gohan over tomorrow to get the dishwasher!" she yelled behind to the wide-eyed housewife.

Once she was a good measure away from the Son house, Bulma began her search for her victim. "Hey, Goku?" she called melodically, searching for his trademark orange outfit. "I have food!" she bribed, knowing that the food was the one sure-fire way to lure Goku out of anything.

As expected, he appeared before her almost instantly, expecting a feast. He looked her up and down, and upon realizing that she carried nothing edible, he frowned. "Hey, what's the big deal, Bulma?"

She sighed melodramatically and plopped down on the grass, staring at the sky morosely. "Oh, nothing."

Goku took her words for face value and shrugged, preparing to take off and continue training. "Well, if there's noth-"

"Except, well, everything!" she continued grumpily.

"Huh?" he asked, confused, expelling the energy that would have been otherwise used to propel him into the sky. Bulma sure changed her mind a lot.

"I mean, it's Vegeta!" she complained, angrily plucking grass from their roots.

Goku brightened almost instantly upon the topic of the arrogant Saiyan prince. "Oh yeah! It's been a while since I've seen him - how's his training going?"

Bulma shot him a glare to quieten him. "Training! Hah! That's all he ever does. He doesn't even bother looking at the baby, which would have been fine, you know, except for the one minor fact that he's the FATHER!"

"Gee, Bulma," Goku said, scratching his head. "That's uh," he paused, wondering what to say. Although he knew that Bulma wanted him to berate Vegeta for being himself, he knew that to expect otherwise was asking for too much. "That's great!" he continued, "That he's taking his training so seriously. We need all the help we can get when those androids arrive."

Bulma fumed as she glared at a non-existant object ahead. "You wouldn't do that though, right? I mean, if we were married, you would at least acknowledge my son, right?"

"Sure! I love kids!" he stated brightly, lowering himself to sit beside her.

Bulma struggled to contain a snort. Of course he loved kids. He was practically one himself. She looked up at the sky and wondered if this thing could possibly work out between him and her, considering how much of a child he was in comparison to her. She stared at his handsome features and messy hair and thought about his life with Chi-Chi and Gohan, and sighed. She lay back down on the grass and whispered loud enough for him to hear, "Everything would just be so much easier if you were married to me."

Goku laughed, because apparently her train of thought was funny. "I'm already married, remember?"

"Well, I know that. But think about it this way," she pushed herself back up to face him. "What if I cloned you?" she proposed.

"Huh? Cloned me? What does that mean?"

Oh yeah. I forgot that he's illiterate. "See, I can use the technology I have to make a copy of you! So imagine there being two Gokus!" she explained excitedly.

Goku brightened as comprehension dawned on him. His eyes widened and he grinned at her. "Could really do that? That would really help us defeat the androids!" he declared enthusiastically. It was funny how single-minded Goku was.

Bulma grinned victoriously. "Then I don't see a problem!" she claimed as she moved over to carefully pluck a strand of his hair.

"Ow, what was that for?"

"You'll see when you meet him," she replied mysteriously, smiling at what would soon be used to create her new husband.

Instantly, however, she felt a sharp pain in her wrist and the strand fell to the ground, almost in slow motion. She examined her stinging appendage, regretfully noting the skin that was turning redder by the second, before glaring upward.

"What the hell? I won't be able to get another one that easily, y'know?" she yelled at Vegeta, who stood above her with a menacing look on his face.

As if we need another Kakarot in this world. He glared daggers at her, before silently commanding the other Saiyan to leave. Once Goku was out of earshot, he returned his attention to Bulma, and although it pained him to do so, he conceded, "You win."

She tilted her head, confused. "Wha-"

Although it took a lot of effort, he repeated gruffly, "You win." And then he elaborated. "I will marry you."

Bulma had never felt happier.

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A/N: ...it sounded better in my head, I swear. But on the bright side, there will be a sequel to this. =)