Finally, the day of February fourteenth came around; the deadline of the bet. Goku was determined to seduce his wife...tonight. If he doesn't, then Goku would never be able to go to Panda Express (seeing as Chi-Chi loves to cook for them, so they don't eat out often,) again. Goku had to win. If not for Panda Express, than for Chi-Chi; he wanted Chi-Chi to at least feel happy in some way. So he was going to get some advice from an extremely reliable person: his eldest son, Gohan.

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Vegeta was determined to not let Bulma trick him into any seductions. No matter how much she made him crave her creamy skin. No matter what. Vegeta was determined to make the most un-seductive date ever. Thus, he was going to read the most repulsive genre that the prince could ever imagine: the genre of romance.

Goku made his way out to the front yard, where Videl was conveniently gardening, wanting to help Chi-Chi He saw Videl gardening peonies in a small plot near the windowsill above her. "Hey Videl!" Videl jumped, causing her head to bump into the windowsill. "Sorry, did I scare you?" Videl looked up, tears threatening to fall, but the tough 18-year-old wouldn't allow it. "Nah," She said, gingerly touching the spot where her head collided with the stone. "I guess I should have been more careful," Videl offered, smiling through the pain. She carefully rose, avoiding the windowsill this time, and waited for Goku to say something. "Where's Gohan?" Goku asked. "I think he's over with Goten in the woods, sparring." "Thanks Videl! "No prob!" Videl said, holding out a peace sign. Goku smiled as a sign of recognition before he flew out to ask his son what he desperately needed to know; for the sake of his noodle craving! (specifically chow-mein)

He landed at the edge of a copse of trees, where a pond was located. The sun shone through the patches of the tree branches, casting a faint golden light from the sun to reflect the ponds surface. He found his sons resting underneath a great oak, the shade keeping them cool. The two looked at their dad. A bird broke the silence with a high chirp.
Hey...dad?"Gohan cocked his head in confusion. 'Why in the world was he here?'
"Hey Gohan! I need your help!"
"Daddy!" Goten said, giving his biggie-me a hug.
"Hey Goten!" goku responded by ruffling his identical hair. Goku then looked up at Gohan where he found his eldest son standing near him now as well.
"Ao dad, what'cha need?"
"I need to talk to you in private, Gohan," Goku turned his attention to his younger son, still embracing his leg. "Goten, do you mind if me and Gohan talk for a little while? I think your mom almost has dinner ready. We'll see you there, 'kay?" Goten nodded and flew off toward his home.
"Dad, what did you need?" Gohan asked, hands on his gi belt.
"Well, it's' about your mom...I need to know how to seduce her...into doing...ya know..." Goku blushed.
"Why?!"
"Cuz...I wanted to surprise her...bit everytime I try, I end up making her uncomfortable..." He half-lied.
"Dad! I know nothing...nothing about seduction! What made you think I did?!"
"Well I mean...you have kissed Videl before...how'd you make her kiss you?"
"Dad! I uh...I dunno...I just kiss her, jeez!" Gohan blushed even deeper than Goku.
"So I just kiss her! Genius! Thanks Gohan!" Goku hugged his son and took his leave with Gohan by his side, home to dinner.

Trunks made his way around the corner through his maze of home. He found himself in the living room, where he saw his father lying on the couch. "Hey dad.". His father didn't respond. "Dad?" Trunks tried again. Same no reply. Trunks cautiously walked up to his dad. He found his dad with his eyes closed, a book lying on his chest. This was probably when his father was the most relaxed; no scowl on his face, asleep. Trunks poked his arm. Vegeta shot up, scaring Trunks.
"What?" Vegeta asked, a hint of crankiness slipping into his voice. Trunks had adopted a look of shock from being freaked out by his father waking up so suddenly.
"Just wanted to wake you up...to see what you were doing," Trunks explained, glancing at the book he was reading. "What the heck? 'Moonbeams'? Why are you reading a a romance novel, dad?"
"That doesn't concern you. What did you want?"
"I already said it! Just to see what you were doin'!" Vegeta just scowled in response. Trunks decided to take this chance to walk away, hands behind his head. Vegeta shook his head. Then he just remembered what he had to do. He picked the book back up off the floor and decided to sit up and read than lay down and read. 'This is complete garbage...' Vegeta thought. He had reached the climax point where I guess a steamy make out goes on...and intensifies (heh heh heh). Vegeta had gotten to the last chapter when Bulma walked in and made Vegeta hide the novel underneath a nearby pillow.
"Hey Vegeta!" bulma said, sashaying over. Vegeta gave a small wave. "Why so quiet today? I haven't heard a single word from you all day!"
"Fine. Leave."
"Okay, that was not the type of words I would expect but okay..."
"It doesn't matter what kind of words you were expecting. Leave."
"You can't tell me what to do!" Bulma exclaimed, hands on hips.
Vegeta sighed. He wasn't about to argue with the woman he was about to go on a date with. "Bulma, do you want to go on a date with me?" Bulma just stared. Then her eyes flared to life with excitement.
"Yes! Oh my gosh...oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! Omigod omigod OMIGOOODD! Vegeta, your so sweet! Of course I'll go on a date with you! It's been forever since we've gone out. So where are we going?"
"Wherever you want."
"YAY! Lets go to L'amour café!"
"I specifically meant a restaurant..."
"Please?!" Bulma begged, both hands laced together. Vegeta sighed.
"I just said I specifically meant a restaurant. Not you weren't allowed to go to one," He said, relaxing on the back of the couch.
"So can we can go to the café?" Vegeta grunted as an answer. Bulma conceived a smile. All of a sudden he felt arms circle his neck and his warrior instincts kicked in. He grabbed the arm to his left, but just as he did, he noticed how thin it was and relaxed his grip instantly.
"Ow! God, Vegeta, what the hell? All I did was try to give you a god damn hug!"
"Sorry..." Vegeta muttered, looking away from her gaze.
"it's not broken at least. Or dislocated, fractured, or worse. I'm sorry for yelling at you."
"it doesn't matter. Do you still want to go on the date?" Vegeta said, pretty certain she was going to say yes. Bulma smiled.
"Of course Vegeta! I understand your little mishap. Your little instincts and stuff. Its all good!"
"then it's settled. 9:00 PM. Do not take forever, as you usually do." Vegeta waited until his wife had left before he pulled out "Moonbeams" once again and started reading further.

Goku began eating his snack, pudding, when he had just remembered the deal. He nearly spit the chocolate substance out of his mouth and into Goten's face, but instead he waited until he had completed his bowl(s) before he dashed out of the room before he started panicking. 'Okay Goku...it's only 5:00PM...you can sort everything before then...' Goku quickly collected. Those thoughts and calmed himself. He went to his and Chi-Chi's room and made everything comfortable and whatnot. It was then something hit him. He only had to start it. Vegeta never said he had to take over everything. So Goku, with a much happier conscience, went over to the kitchen and made him and Chi-Chi some hot cocoa...or at least he tried to. Then Chi-Chi ended up making it herself. They both say down on the couch, cocoa in hand.
"So Chi-Chi..." Goku said nervously.
"Yeah? Oh and dinner's going to be pot roast and rice," Chi-Chi informed.
"Ooh! That sounds good!"
"Thank you. I figure that we should have a different type of dinner once in a while."
"Right you are, Chi" Goku scooted towards her and placed his hand on hers. Chi-Chi accepted and held his hand.
"I'm so glad I have you, Goku..." Chi-Chi said, smiling. She rested her head on Goku's shoulder, snuggling closer. Goku smiled back.
"I'm glad I have you too, Chi-Chi." Goku, about five minutes later, noticed Chi-Chi beginning to remove herself from his warm frame. "I should start cooking. It takes a while for the pot roast to cook, and we're having dinner at nine. I just kind of figured I should start cooking," Chi-Chi explained, rising. Goku nodded.
"Okay, Chi. I bet it'll be delicious!"
"Of course it will, Goku." with that said, Chi-Chi strode off to the kitchen to start roasting the meat. 'This is gonna be hard...'

Vegeta touched down on the lawn of his home, Capsule Corporation. He pushed the left French door inwards and allowed himself entry. He ran a hand through his hair, wondering how on earth he was to pull the date off. He could do the date itself, easily in fact, but to pull it off with romantic qualities as well and to also make sure his partner doesn't think a thing about sexual activities? Not so easy. He could do with manners, as he was taught as much, but he had no idea how he was supposed to be the "Romeo of her dreams" as she seems to complain about him not being. He has never been able to trust since he was sold off by his father over to Frieza. After that, he could never really open his heart to find new friends or the like. He learned that when Frieza had killed his best friend. Which also explains exactly how he never had a girlfriend until Bulma.
It had taken Vegeta a while to accept Bulma and trust her. But still, even if he had, he still has never felt comfortable acting romantic around her, afraid he'd be putting her in danger. Vegeta knows she is in no harm, as Frieza had been exterminated, but he still could never get the uneasy feeling of how every person he cares for gets ripped away from him. He hadn't explained how he was sold off and his best friend was killed to his wife, but he had told her the other horrific tales of his past. He never told Bulma how he was afraid that she would get stolen away from him, or his fear of Trunks getting stolen either. To Bulma, Vegeta just never learned how to be romantic as a teenager. Even in retrospect that wasn't true. Vegeta had told Bulma most of his nightmares that plagued him, but never he had the will to tell her his highest fear: losing them. This was one reason he agreed to the bet: to show he wasn't as heartless as he looks and was able to love.
He sat down on the plush couch in the front room and sighed. He had to figure out a way to act romantic in a comfortable way. He can't act as if he was faking. Not for the sake of the bet, but for the sake of a chance at change.
'This is going to be quite the challenge...'

(I was gonna do Goku, but Bulma and Vegeta would leave early for their date, so I guess I'm doin' that...way out of order, not in the way I would like, either...) Bulma chewed her bottom lip nervously. She had gotten dressed at 7:30 PM, knowing she would take a while, which she did. It had taken her until 9:00PM, the anticipated time of the date.
She still hasn't seen Vegeta, not since they talked. She was beginning to worry that he had backed out due to the small squabble they had. 'Oh great, now I look like an idiot...' She looked at herself in a nearby full-bodied mirror. She was adorned in a dark blue v-neck dress. It cut down toward the cleavage of her chest area, but not too much to where it says, "I'm confident but elegant". It cut up her leg in a generous portion to expose both her legs in a couture way. She had decided to don diamond pendant earrings with a golden swan bracelet coiled around her thin wrist. She was light on the make-up, made a gentle sweep with her bangs, and went soft on the confidence in the dress. She was perfect. Now all she had to do was calm the flip down! But she couldn't; not with the anxiety she held. As she bit deeper into her bottom lip, she grew worried blood would draw and mix with her cherry red lipstick and gloss. She instead decided to weigh out her options.
'Okay, so what if vegeta did decide to ditch me? Why would he ditch me? Is he just late? Was he not able to call?
Or did something come up and he had to cancel or come late? Ugh, sometimes I wish he would actually use his phone...' Bulma sighed physically, shook her head, and sat on a nearby step. She rested her chin on the palm of her hands and gazed up at the ceiling. 'Just sometimes I wish...we would communicate better...'

1 hour earlier...

Vegeta soared across the sky, rushing on his landing, in a hasty attempt to make reservations. He fixed his tie that he had on and walked in through the doors. He looked around the room. Tables with candles and roses were strewn all across the room. The lights were dimmed, as to allow a more romantic mood, and more privacy for those going to plant one on the other. 'I will never truly understand earthling affections such as this...'
"Hello, sir! Welcome to Chez Philippe! Will you be dining alone this fine evening?" A man said, a bushy mustache hiding most of the lower half of his face.
"No. I am here to make reservations."
"Oh! Of course! Can I get names and a time?"
"Nine o'clock. Bulma Briefs and Vegeta...Briefs..." Vegeta looked over the mans shoulder as he scrawled it down, making sure he spelled his name right. "It's V-e-g-e-t-a. Not V-e-g-i-t-a."
"Oh! So sorry sir. I will fix that at once!" And so the man did. After that was done, it was 8:00PM. 'Now I have to go shopping...yippee...' Vegeta thought dryly. He pushed the doors outwardly and the cold air rushed into the warm restaurant. The wind blew one of the candles out, causing one of the waiters to give him a dirty look. Vegeta flew off, taking his time. He had a whole hour. How could he possibly be late?

1 hour later...

He was late. Vegeta had stopped to grab something to eat, even though he had a date, and gotten a couple of crumbs on his new suit. He had to go get it dry cleaned again, (much to the dissatisfaction of the workers) which cost him time. He had thirty minutes left after that, but soon he remembered he still had to buy her something for after the date, as he had picked up the fact that women apparently expected a present for after. 'Why does it seem like the men are the dogs on this planet?' He thought as he purchased his present. He had decided to get her a one-of-a-kind silver bracelet adorned with 27 jewels, all pink diamond, and said love around it. He had to wait an extra 25 minutes for the bracelet. Vegeta then only had five minutes to make it to the restaurant. Which was five minutes even by flight. But THEN he had forgotten to retrieve Bulma once he had arrived. So now it was 9:00PM. He took another five minutes to get to Capsule Corporation.
"ARRGGHHH! Fuck! I forgot the-this is ridiculous!" Vegeta looked down at himself and noticed that he must have gotten wet at some point, as his chest had a splotch of water on it. "When did I get wet? This is complete bull..."
Vegeta sped back toward the cleaners again and, to the dismay of the cleaners, had it cleaned again where this time it took them 25 minutes as they made sure it took a long time. Also, a worker got "fired". Heh heh.
Finally, at 9:39, Vegeta managed to touch down at the lawn of his house. He checked his three-piece suit, and made a mental check list of all the things he had gotten and needed. When he was sure he had gotten everything, he opened the door with an assurance of perfection. I mean, he's gotten everything! This date has to go perfectly!

No perfecto. Bulma flew into a storming rage as soon as he opened the door.
"Vegeta! How dare you! You invite me on a date then you don't even bother to show up?! What the hell is wrong with you?! I waited 40 minutes for your happy ass to come pick me up! Where have you been all this time? Strip club? A 'Friend's' house? To pick up a fucking prostitute, what?!" Vegeta just looked at her with a stony expression. Bulma let out a strangled sigh. Vegeta could tell she was close to tears. She sniffled. She looked at him in the eye, fire dancing in hers, mingling with her coming tears. "Are you going to answer?" Bulma asked dangerously. Vegeta could hear that her voice was soon to crack. He decided to pull his trump card. He actually used this quite often.
He pressed his lips on hers, shocking her, but really Vegeta knew she wanted some exciting thing to happen. She had tried seducing him throughout the whole bet, but to no avail. So Vegeta just knew she would accept his kiss.

She didn't. She pushed him away after a couple of seconds of contact. Really, Bulma couldn't push him, but Vegeta knew she had rejected it and had decided to pull back. Bulma just looked at him, tears now clearly visible.
"Vegeta..." she said, barely above a whisper. "I-I thought that you were actually going to take me out on a romantic date...i guess I was wrong...all I wanted was to have a good time with you. I guess your not going to change," Bulma sighed. "Vegeta I wanted to-" Bulma was stopped when she felt him kissing her neck. "Vegeta...?" Bulma was a little bit shocked. She kinda wanted to make him feel guilty. I mean, he just acted like a douche and didn't let her finish! The nerve!
"You talk too much," Vegeta purred into her ear. Bulma smiled. No matter how bad a Romeo he was, she still craved his bad-boy self.
"And?"
Vegeta smirked against her neck. He was soon on her lips, just daring her to do something. She resisted. Vegeta snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her even closer as Vegeta slyly got entry to tongue. Bulma started to be enveloped by lustrous desires. She could feel herself giving in, her resistance waning. Finally, she gave in completely. She wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing a more deeper kiss. Vegeta was then flying upstairs to their bedroom, Bulma in his arms. Let's just say, Vegeta lost the bet.

Goku was sweating like crazy. It was around nine-thirty and Goku knew he had to make his move now. Everyone had exchanged their presents for Valentine's Day (Videl got a puppy ^▽^) and had gone either home or to bed. Goku here was on the couch while he waited for Chi-Chi to come and check on him. He had waited like five minutes for that to happen.
"Hey Goku!" Chi-Chi said, a blanket around her shoulders.
"Oh, uh...hey...babe...?"
"Goku why do you continuously act like that? You're perfect the way you are, Goku honey!" Chi-Chi took a seat on the couch next to him.
"Thanks Chi."
"Now, what's wrong?"
"Nothin! I just, ah, um, ya know..." Goku licked his lips. "I..."
"Goku, stop. Tell. Me. Right. Now." Chi-Chi said, sternly but gently.
"But Chi-Chi...I can't..."
"Oh my gosh. Don't tell me. Why didn't you tell me Goku?! Why?!" Chi-Chi cried hysterically. Goku was confused. What in the world was she talking about? "Goku...be honest with me..." Chi-Chu said.
"Um, okay...?"
"This won't be east for you to answer if my assumption is correct..."
"Chi-Chii, I'm sure it's fine," Goku assured, a smile plastered on his face.
"Alright then...Goku...are you sure...oh never mind...Goku...are you...are...you...g...gay...?"
Goku was silent for several seconds. He let that sentence replay in his mind several times, rolling it over several times like a stone in his hand.
"Chi-Chi, you've finally cracked! Why would I marry you if I were gay, silly?"
"But you seem to hang around Vegeta a lot more often...and...and...Bulma told me that she thinks Vegeta's losing interest in her the other day..."
"What? No! We've just been havin- I can't say..."
"Ahat?! You're having what?!"
"I can't tell you...it...would really shock you..."
"Goku...are you having sex with Vegeta?" Chi-Chi stared at him long and hard, with Goku having no expression, without showing any sign of emotion. All of a sudden, Goku burst out laughing. "Oh...oh my Kami...! Chi-Chi, you're a riot! Me? Vegeta? Oh wow! Chi-Chi, you're hilarious! What made...you think of something as crazy as that, Chi-Chi?"
"Aell..um...I..uh... ...I...Bulma told me! Jeez..." Chi-Chi admitted, blushing.
"No! I just have a be- oh no! I meant to say...i...um...i have a...bee...?"
"What is it Goku?"
"No I seriously can't tell you...Vegeta'll get mad at me..."
"It doesn't matter. I have to know, Goku-kun."
"Chi...please?"
"No Goku. Tell me," Chi-Chi ordered softly, crossing her arms over her chest. Goku sighed.
"Ugh...fine...but if I get in trouble or get sucker punched in the face, ima let Vedge know you did it, not me."
"Okay, fine. Sell your wife out to one of the cruelest men in the history of ever."
"I won't, Chi, you should know me better! Anyway...well...me and Vegeta are having this bet. Vegeta is supposed to be romantic instead of seductive while I be seductive instead or romantic... I was supposed to win a Panda Express card while he won a free hit and sparring session with me. We weren't supposed to tell you guys, so I guess I lost," Goku said disappointedly. He lowered his head as a way to emphasize his disappointment. Chi-Chi smiled.
"Goku, do you want to know what we're having for dinner tomorrow?"
"I guess so..."
"We are going out to go eat at Panda Express!"
"Really?! Yahooooooooooo!" Goku jumped up and whooped and cheered. Chi-Chi just shook her head. "I guess the bet doesn't matter now, right Chi-Chi?"
"Yes, I believe so."
"Yay!" so I believe it is safe to say that both men lost. Vegeta lost in a...ur...frisky manner, while Goku was happy. But how will the two be able to share their answers? Lets see on the next day...