She dragged her nails down his back forcefully, relishing in his loud grunt of pleasure in her ear. He nibbled at her lobe not so gently but all the while savoring in her sweet taste. He moved to her lips, attacking them as though he would never have them again. He bit down into her bottom lip and punctured the skin slightly, but she did not mind. And, neither did he. He savored in the salty taste of her blood, quietly smiling at the fact that it tasted almost exactly like her skin did. He carefully slid his tongue over her lip, lapping up every last drop before pulling away to look into her interested eyes with wonder. They always had so much to say. Right now they were swimming with lust and desire, silently begging him to pleasure her, craving his body, craving his touches. He smirked as he proceeded to do as she wished.

He shifted down slightly so that his face was in the crook of her neck. He inhaled her scent deeply again, and it aroused him more than he ever though possible. He sucked hard on the skin there causing her to moan time and time again, constantly reassuring him that he was doing something right. He dragged his two front teeth over the skin slowly, which resulted in her whimpering with her need for him. He bit down into her, more gently this time, not puncturing the skin, but placing her on the precarious brink of pleasure and pain. He grinned into the hollow of her neck before lowering himself even more, just so he could carefully slide his tongue over her perky, pink nipple. It immediately became erect, and he sucked hard on it, tasting her and salty sweat beads that were beginning to form on her chest. His manhood was throbbing at this point. He used his right hand to knead her other nipple, and she writhed with blissful pleasure underneath him, every now and then she whispered his name or gasped. He finally surrendered into giving her what she wanted most. He torturously slowly moved his fingers down from her chest, to her navel, and finally even further down. He prodded her clitoris gently and then more forcefully, and she began to thrash her arms, it was all becoming too much for her. How could a single man blow her mind with simply one finger? She would never, could never understand his effect on her. He slipped his finger further into her, bringing it dangerously close to her entrance. She was dripping wet now.

He captured her eyes with his and she looked deep into the onyx slits. She could see desire. But most of all she could see passion, which increased her thirst for him even more, if that were possible. Knowing that he wanted her too, just as much, made the experience all the more exciting. He distracted her expertly with his typical smirk and then, when she was least expecting him to make his move, thrust his teasing finger into the depths of her warm folds.

"Vegeta!" She cried out. She suddenly felt her body begin to rock, as though someone were shaking her.

"Bulma, wake up!" The blue haired girl's eyes fluttered open to a concerned looking Chi-Chi. So, it had just been a dream, she thought disappointedly to herself. "Why were you screaming Vegeta's name?" The raven haired girl inquired innocently.

"Oh, just a bad dream," Bulma lied, running her thin fingers through her blue hair slowly. Where was she? This was not the hospital; there was a small chandelier hanging from the ceiling, almost identical to the one in the room at the bed and breakfast she and Vegeta had been staying at earlier. "Where the hell are we, Chi? I fell asleep in my hospital bed..." She trailed off, getting up from the bed slowly and coming to terms with the aches she felt all over her body. Although she was going to be fine, Bulma still hadn't completely recovered from the incident with Dr. Gero. She was still in a lot of pain, but she hoped no one would notice, especially Vegeta. She didn't want him thinking her weak, and he did have a knack for constantly knowing exactly how she felt. She rolled her eyes.

"We're at some hotel I think you were staying at before," Chi-Chi replied, holding out her hand to help Bulma get up. "Are you okay, B? You seem a little shaken."

"I'm fine, thanks. When did we get here? Why did no one wake me up?" Bulma snapped.

"Well, the doctors came in around ten last night saying that you were free to go, but you had already fallen asleep...Goku was going to wake you up, but Vegeta insisted that you needed your rest," Chi-Chi explained, choosing not to add how Vegeta had also not let Goku wake Bulma up so he wouldn't have to hear her annoying voice, as he had informed them the previous night. "So, he carried you into the car, and we brought you here. You sleep like a rock, Bulms."

The blue haired girl felt her heart warm at the thought that Vegeta had cared about her rest. "Oh, okay."

"Well, I woke you up cause Vegeta and Goku need to talk to you, and the rest of us," Chi-Chi explained, carefully helping Bulma into the bathroom so that she could wash up. In about ten minutes, Bulma Briefs emerged from the bathroom looking about as good as ever. She had quickly brushed her hair, put it into a pony tail, and moisturized her face causing it to shine and appear very fresh. She smiled at her reflection and quickly slid some lip balm over her chapped lips. She wasn't a big fan of make up, but lip balm was a necessity.

"Where are they?" Bulma asked her friend, and Chi-Chi motioned to the room across the hall, her and Goku's suite. There were two bedrooms in the suite; one for her Goku and the other for Yamcha and Krillin. 17 and 18 had a room down the hall. Krillin was always thinking of lame excuses to go down there to speak with 18, as Chi-Chi informed Bulma, causing the blue haired girl to crack up. "Typical Krillin..." she mused while chuckling. As they entered Chi-Chi's room, the two girls saw everyone situated on the sofa, turned around to face the door, as though they were waiting for them.

"Finally," Vegeta growled as he saw Bulma enter the room. He tried to hide the relief that flooded his face as he noted that she had her color back. Her eyes were bright with wonder, and all he wanted to do was fuck everything else and walk up to her and kiss those beautiful, rose colored lips. He restrained himself, however. He was a man of honor. A man of pride. A man of strength. Only weak men lowered themselves to publicly displaying their affection for their women. A woman, he reminded himself, kicking himself internally for being possessive over her.

"Well, I'm sorry, Vegeta!" Bulma screeched, suddenly walking up very close to the flame haired man. He quietly growled at her, and she smirked, loving when she could get a rise out of him.

Goku cleared his throat. He could see some clear tension between the two and wondered if they had gotten back together or something. What had sparked his speculation was when he had hugged Bulma the previous day, and he had smelt Vegeta on her. He didn't know how that was possible, but there was no mistaking the deep, dark scent that lingered on her skin. It wasn't something that would stay on her if Vegeta had just held her briefly; Goku knew that Vegeta's smell could only remain on her if there was some serious touching between the two, and that fact made him chuckle, all together forgetting how weird it was that he could tell that Bulma smelled like Vegeta. He had even asked Chi-Chi and Yamcha earlier if they could sense it as well, and they had both looked at him confusedly.

"Get on with it, Kakarot," Vegeta stated monotonously. Chi-Chi rolled her eyes at Vegeta's cold tone. "Do you have something to say?" He snapped at her, catching her eye roll.

"Vegeta, calm down," Bulma said suddenly, stroking the angry man's arm slowly. He quickly felt the tension leave his chest; it had been almost a week since the woman had voluntarily touched him. Well, apart from what almost happened the night Kakarot and his stupid friends had showed up...

"Chi-Chi says you and Goku have something to talk to us about?" His little blue haired scientist asked him. He grunted in agreement.

"Yeah!" Goku cried enthusiastically. "Guys," he addressed the group before him with his typical, kind smile. "Vegeta and I were talking, and we came to a decision-"

"I only agreed to this for strategic purposes," Vegeta irritatedly cut in. She could almost feel his anger coursing through him. Bulma continued stroking his arm, hoping that she could calm him and contemplating to herself why his temperature was rising. She could feel heat radiating through his sleeve. This was not normal behavior. She would check him out when they returned to their room later.

"Mhm, well anyway," Goku proceeded, "Vegeta told me what he and Bulma have been doing, and he's decided that it would be to his advantage if we all helped him, as opposed to just Bulma."

"I have no interest in fucking Vegeta," 17 sneered, thinking himself quite amusing. 18 whacked the back of his head. Vegeta felt rage bubbling inside him. He had never really liked 17, only kept him around because he had a lot of mutual friends with the woman, and this gave him more of a reason to be in her presence, without actually admitting to himself that he missed her.

"Do you have a death wish, boy?" Vegeta asked him. There was no disdain or anger in his voice; it was a simple question, which made it all the more terrifying on 17's behalf.

"Guys, please," Goku pressed. His patience was being tested, and that was rare. "Does anyone know what the Dragon Balls are?"

Most of the group shook their heads slowly, clearly dumbfounded by Goku's question. 18 spoke up, "Yeah. I remember reading about it like the one time I did AP World homework." She smirked. "They're, like, mystical objects that are supposed to grant wishes, right?"

Bulma nodded encouragingly at the blonde girl, although she didn't know where exactly Goku and Vegeta were going with this. Vegeta reached into Bulma's purse, extracted the orange ball, and tossed it at 18, knowing she would catch it. The blue eyed girl looked at curiously, and, for once, wonder actually lit up her otherwise stone cold expression. "Are you serious?"

Goku took over. "Yep, they exist. How insane is that?" He asked rhetorically. "Anyway," his tone suddenly grew very solemn, "they've been looking for the Dragon Balls so Vegeta can wish his mother back."

The room became very silent. Vegeta wasn't the nice guy around, but everyone felt for him when it came to the loss of his mother. They respected that not having her in his life anymore had caused him to become a more hateful and angry person than before, and they didn't really blame him for it. Almost everyone that was close to him figured that what he had done to Bulma all those years ago had a lot to do with how he was dealing with his mother's death, and although that did not excuse his actions, it put them into a little bit more of a perspective.

Goku continued, "He suggested that I come along because so far the journey's been a tad dangerous." He motioned to Bulma who looked away uncomfortably.

"I can handle everything," Vegeta pushed, "but I need someone to look after the woman for me. I'd send her home, but her technologically genius mind is of use to me."

"Yeah..." Goku muttered awkwardly. "Anyway, I thought it would be best if we all went and helped. I for one am in. Vegeta's my best friend-"

Vegeta scoffed and rolled his eyes, only causing Goku to snicker. They have such a strange friendship, Bulma mused to herself.

"And I'm going to do anything I can to get Mrs. Ryuu back. She was the closest thing to a mother I've ever had. Who's in?"

18 immediately jumped in. She was being very enthusiastic today, a rare occurrence. "I'm in. I love a good challenge, and your mom was the best." She said to Vegeta. He merely grunted but secretly appreciated 18. He would definitely call her a "friend" if he used that repulsive word. She didn't tolerate his nonsense, and he didn't tolerate hers. And, she didn't pity him, much like everyone else did, following his mother's death.

"I would love to help. Count me in," Krillin said politely. He was not on the best terms with Vegeta, but he knew, from Bulma's multiple explanations, that his mother was very important to him. This would also give him a chance to keep an eye on his blue haired friend and, hopefully, get close to 18.

17 nodded slowly to exhibit his consent. He didn't want to miss out on a possible chance to get in Bulma's pants. And, if he was being totally honest, he felt pretty bad about Vegeta's loss. He wouldn't wish that on his worst enemy.

Chi-Chi and Yamcha were last to make the decision. Chi knew it was the right thing to do. She was most certainly not Vegeta's biggest fan, but he had been semi nice to her when he and Bulma had been dating. And, she had to be there to support her best friend and look out for her. She knew Bulma would end up back in Vegeta's arms if she didn't keep the blue haired girl on a short leash. And, Goku wasn't exactly the worst company in the world. "I would like to help," she agreed quietly. Goku beamed at her, and Bulma squeezed her best friend's hand as if to say "thank you."

Yamcha was the last to make the decision. He had a dilemma. He really liked Bulma, he might even say that he loved her. He knew doing this would increase his chances of getting her back, which he so desperately wanted. He could never understand what possessed him to cheat on such a perfect woman. He looked at her face carefully, hoping she wouldn't catch him staring. Or worse, Vegeta catch him staring. She was spectacular. Not just her looks. The fire and spark inside her that would never cease to amaze him. Her intelligence, her class, her look on the world. Her laugh. But on the other hand, he hated Vegeta. The flame haired boy was causing an even greater rift between he and Bulma, and Yamcha did not like that one bit. But, he had to have Bulma again. She made him so happy. "I want to help, also. This is late, but...I'm sorry for your loss, man." He admitted in Vegeta's direction.

Vegeta merely glared at the woman's ex-lover. How dare he pity him? Vegeta was far superior to that moron. He didn't not even deserve to look at him, let alone speak to him.

Goku began speaking again, trying to distract Vegeta before he ripped out Yamcha's jugular vein and made a necklace out of it. "That's great, guys. Okay, so, we're going to leave tomorrow morning to find the second Dragon Ball." He turned to Bulma. "Vegeta told me you made a radar?"

"Yeah," Bulma replied. "I actually made two, just in case something happened to ours, but I guess we can split in to two groups now."

"Awesome, B!" Goku exclaimed. Bulma blushed as her new friend addressed her with her nickname, which caused Vegeta to growl quietly. He didn't like it when the woman got attention from anyone other than he, let alone another man. "So, tomorrow, we'll use the radars to look up the two closest Dragon Balls, and then Vegeta, Bulma, Krillin, and 18 will go look for one, and me, Chi, Yamcha, and 17 will go look for the other. Do you guys have that?"

Goku then proceeded to go into more detail about the mission.

The gang had decided to spend a light hearted last evening in the hotel before embarking on their at least somewhat dangerous journey. They had ordered in some pizza and were catching up on each other's lives. Yamcha told some embarrassing stories causing Krillin to almost pass out from laughing so hard.

"I hate these bluuuuuurrredddd linesssss!" Krillin sang horribly as he tried to mimic Robin Thicke. His cheeks turned vermillion when he noticed that even 18 cracked a smile at his atrocious impersonation.

Unlike everyone else, Vegeta was not having a good time. He knew that, although most of these people epitomized the word moron, having them all along would make his search for the Dragon Balls go a lot smoother. It would also ensure his little blue haired scientist's safety. But, he didn't understand how they could be so carefree. He was so close to getting his mother back, and all they could do was laugh as though there was nothing wrong with the world. He silently appreciated how Bulma was just observing, not really partaking in the fun, smiling every now and then, but remaining quiet. She knew this must be hard for Vegeta, and she didn't think it was the right time to annoy him.

Not being able to deal with the idiots any longer, he left the room abruptly, crossing the hall into his and Bulma's room. He lay down on the bed and rubbed his temples. The Yam-whatever man's laugh had given him a migraine. Why did he have to agree to come along? Would it be too late to make a soup out of his blood?

He heard the door open a few minutes later and knew the woman had come to see what was wrong with him. "Go away," he murmured before she even opened her mouth.

She had learned to ignore him when he pushed her away. "What's wrong, Vegeta?" When he did not reply, she continued, "I brought some ice cream."

His ears perked at the sound of that creamy goodness. "What flavor?"

"Phish food, of course." He could hear the smirk in her voice, and he softened at the fact that she remembered his favorite ice cream.

"Fine," he grunted.

They sat together in silence in silence for a while, eating from the same carton, each thinking about each other but not quite knowing what to do with their feelings. Occasionally Bulma would crack a bad joke, and Vegeta would roll his eyes at her. But, he appreciated her being there for him. She could've just ignored him and spent the night with her friends, the ones that had actually been there for him through the years. But no, she was sitting here in a room with a man who had broken her heart, yet she was still constantly flashing him the most beautiful, genuine smile he had ever laid eyes on.

Bulma took her spoon of ice cream and smeared it on the flame haired boy's nose, almost crying out of laughter when she saw Vegeta's expression. "Woman, you are such a child," he groaned. He pushed her down on the bed and wiped the chocolate goodness from his face with his sleeve. She found his eyes and winked seductively.

"Why are you flirting with me, woman?"

"Because you like it." She sat up and brought her face closer to his.

"Is that what you think?" He asked her, his eyes surveying her face, trying to understand her.

"That's what I know." She replied, leaning more into him, electricity coursing through her from head to toe.

"Foolish woman," he smirked, grazing the back of her neck gently with his finger tips.

He immediately pulled away from her when there was a knock at the door. He angrily yanked it open and fury almost caused him to implode when he saw that Yamcha was standing before him.

"No," he growled and was about to slam the door in the idiot's face.

"Wait!" Yamcha tried to reason. "Bulma, can we talk, please?"

Bulma rolled her eyes. She was already angry at him for two things: for cheating on her and ruining her moment with Vegeta. She did not want to even be in the same room with him, let alone speak with him. "This is really not a good time, Yamcha...We'll talk tomorrow, or something."

Yamcha persisted, "Bulma, please. I really need to talk to you. I won't bother you after."

"Boy, get the fuck out of here, don't you have ears? She said no!" Vegeta grumbled, pulling Yamcha towards him threateningly by his shirt.

"Just give me ten minutes, and I'll never bother you again," he tried again. Vegeta was about to end his life. He could not deal with this boy's pathetic existence for one moment longer. What kind of man begged? Did he have no shame?

"Oh, Yamcha, stop being so melodramatic," Bulma snapped, getting up from the bed. "Ten minutes."

Yamcha grinned widely. Vegeta rolled his eyes but figured the woman was making a smart decision; he didn't know how much more he could take of the moron before he actually tossed him out the window without giving a second thought. And, he didn't think that would go over well with his little blue haired scientist.

Bulma and Yamcha entered his room about a minute later, and Yamcha closed the door behind them. Bulma's raised her eyebrow suspiciously.

"What is it, Yamcha?" She asked, coming off a little more rude than she had intended.

"Bulma," he began slowly, looking at his hands. "Well, first, I'm so sorry about what happened...That was the stupidest-"

"Yamcha, it's forgiven. I thought we moved past that."

"Well, you have, but I still can't believe I did that to you. Bulma...I...I love you."

Bulma's eyes widened. She hadn't expected him to go down that road. She thought she had killed any possible future with him when she had broken up with him. She had most certainly not thought that he would persist; he didn't even seem to like her that much. She could tell he was being sincere when he apologized to her, however. She didn't think he had genuinely tried to hurt her by cheating on her. Nonetheless, she didn't feel for him anymore. Vegeta had captured her heart completely; Yamcha's words didn't not even make a dent.

"Yamcha, that's really sweet, but-"

"B, I love you, and I want you back. I know it'll be hard for you to trust me again, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get you to see that I'd never hurt you again..."

Bulma took the confessing boy's hands in hers. She smiled at him sadly. "Yamcha, I'm sorry, but it's not like that-"

"Bulma, please," he pleaded, and before she could even register what was happening, he pressed his cold, unfamiliar lips against hers. Her mind clarified for her that Yamcha was kissing her, not Vegeta, and she was about to push him off her, when she heard the door swing open. Her eyes sprung open just in time to see Yamcha suddenly fly into the wall. She wiped her mouth with her sleeve out of disgust and whipped her head around.

Shockingly, Yamcha lay crumpled on the floor in an injured heap. The wall with which he had collided was severely cracked due to the impact. She turned her head again to see Vegeta standing to her right. He lifted his fist closer to his face shakily, wondering how on Earth he had just done that.

"How...?" Bulma gasped, not even being able to finish her sentence.

Sorry this took so long! Wow, how did Vegeta do that? Is that even humanely possible?! Please, please keep reviewing guys! It really helps me, and I promise I will update more quickly if you review, so I know what to work on and such.

Next time: how the hell did Vegeta do that? The groups split up and go look for the Dragon Balls...Is Yamcha gonna be okay?

Thank you! And remember, please review!

P.S. That song is Blurred Lines - Robin Thicke, and I do not own it! It's just super catchy! Please don't sue me!