"So… You left Bulma-chan alone with Vegeta?" Muten Roshi exclaimed as he got alcohol for the newly arrived Yamcha. Yamcha nodded and smiled charming.

"Yes, I just couldn't take it anymore so … I … I left Bulma alone with… OH NO!" Yamcha shouted as he realized what he'd done.

Vegeta fell asleep after finally receiving Bulma's "goodnight", but he suffered one of his extremely picturesque dreams.

In it, Bulma sat naked in a chair in the middle of a big empty room, she waved him over. Vegeta started walking, reluctantly towards her, but with every step, the room grew and he moved further away from her. Vegeta started running, moving further away from Bulma that waved at him. Then he saw Yamcha enter the room. Yamcha didn't seem to suffer the same problems as Vegeta did, because he walked straight up to Bulma and kissed her. Vegeta shouted in anger and started sprinting towards Bulma, only to be moved further away, until he couldn't see her.

"Vegeta!"

Bulma's voice tore Vegeta back into reality. Bulma crouched on the floor next to his bed and looked at him worried. "Are you okay? You were shouting" Her voice was full of concern, Vegeta sat up in his bed, he was panting. He strangely couldn't bring himself to look her straight in the face, so he just stared into the moonless sky.

"Are you sick?" She asked and placed her hand on his forehead. Vegeta snorted, but didn't look at her. "you don't have a fewer, but you're all sweaty." Bulma said and Vegeta still didn't look at her. Wishing that when he had nightmares that he wouldn't shout out loud. Why did she always see him like this?

"Leave me alone woman." Vegeta frowned and batted away her hand on his shoulder.

Bulma rose up and stared Vegeta down in his own bed. He shrunk a little from under her stare. After all, he'd touched her, and she'd made a clear statement that was a big Taboo.

"Do you know what I think?"

"No, that is preposterous, sayians don't have mind reading powers… we do have strong intuition when it comes to battle though." Vegeta spat out at her with a glare.

Bulma rolled her eyes and bent down, Vegeta could see clearly down her big t-shirt. He saw her bra and underwear, he forced his eyes to avert to her face. She was speaking.

" – simply mean what my theory about your insomnia involves, my opinion…?"

"I do not care about your opinion woman, and I never have" Vegeta stated bluntly, his words like dripping with acid. How dare she enter HIS room, HIS territory, wearing NOTHING substantial and start bossing HIM around."

"I think you've overexerted yourself and you are in desperate need of rest and relaxation." Bulma said and placed a hand on Vegeta's chest gesturing him to lie down and go to sleep. He glanced at it, then at her, giving her a disapproving look.

"Sayians do not rest." Vegeta said simply and grasped her wrist in his big hand. Her hand was so petite compared to his.

Vegeta shifted on the bed and pulled her into his lap. He buried his face in her neck, nibbling on her skin. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and neck, burying her fingers in his hair. He slid his right hand softly over Bulma's white thigh, under her t-shirt. He felt the vibrations on her neck as Bulma mumbled and moaned something so Vegeta raised his head to hear what she said.

"-didn't you?" she finished, Vegeta grumbled into her neck in disapproval.

"Didn't I what?" he growled deep, if this was another one of her small talks…

"I'm sure I heard something!" She tore herself out of Vegeta's grasp and tip toed to his bedroom door. Vegeta snarled in annoyance and got up to reclaim his delusional love interest.

"I'm sure it is nothing…" Vegeta stretched out his arm for hers, but she walked into the hallway, slipping out of his grasp.

Vegeta followed reluctantly, soon realizing that Bulma was not as crazy as she sounded.

"Yamcha!?" Bulma called out towards the dark figure that tip toed around the living room. She flipped on the lights, Yamcha stood awkwardly in the living room.

"Hey there… I came back." He said and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

"So…" Bulma crossed her arms. Vegeta backed silently towards his room. "Are you ready to apologize?"

"I told you… I didn't do anything wrong!" Yamcha argued. Bulma shouted in anger as she turned and stormed down the hallway, she paused at the sight of Vegeta and turned around to face her boyfriend.

"You know, you could learn some things from Vegeta!" Bulma hollered at Yamcha that gasped in shock. "If you don't have something smart to say, STAY SILENT."

Vegeta closed his bedroom door. He was looking forward to the next time they were alone. He got back into the sheets with a slight smile on his face as he heard Bulma's door slam, he heard Yamcha's incoherent mumble as he slammed his own door.

Gloating over other peoples misery wasn't below Vegeta… not if he benefitted from it.

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