Bulma woke up next to something warm.

Eyes still closed, she snuggled closer to the warm object.

What was this thing, anyway? And was it…moving?

Bulma opened her eyes and barely managed to subdue a scream of shock; Vegeta was holding her by the waist and was running at top speed.

"V-Vegeta!" She screamed. "What the hell are you doing!"

He stopped running and put her down. "Oh good, you're awake. Now you can show me where that god damn lab it!"

"You still haven't answered my question!" She shrieked.

"Fine! If you must know, I wanted to get started on the gravity room soon, so I grabbed you and tried to find the lab."

Bulma blushed a dark red. Vegeta was in her room? While she was SLEEPING? Oh Kami, and she was wearing her pjs to boot! She blushed even darker at this.

Suddenly, he coughed loudly and she jolted out of her thoughts. He was staring at her expectantly, arms crossed and tapping his foot.

She stared at him. "What?"

He rolled his eyes and snorted. "Are you deaf woman? I asked you to lead me to your lab!"

"R-right…"

She turned around and walked mechanically in the direction of the lab, Vegeta right behind her. About halfway to the lab, Bulma found herself scowling at the ground.

Damn that monkey and his incredibly distracting ways!

Vegeta followed the woman to the lab, staring at the ground, determined not to look at her. Of course, that was easier said than done.

Doing his best not to stare, he cursed his stupidity. What the hell made him want to do this? Oh yeah….the whole mating thing.

Vegeta had always taken pride in his race, but now he was cursing it. He sorta wished Saiyan mating was like human mating; no "destiny" and "fate" and all that shit tying him to someone whether he liked it or not.

Having the ability to choose your mate would certainly be convenient, but sadly that wasn't how Saiyan mating worked. Suddenly, he saw something go up and down in front of his face. A hand?

"Vegeta? Vegeeeeeeeta?"

He blinked and looked at the annoying woman calling his name. "What?"

"Were you staring into space or something? I announced our arrival at the lab a billion times!" She put her hands on her hips, clearly miffed, as though it insulted her that he didn't care about what she had to say.

He raised his eyebrows, as if saying "what makes you think I care?" and she glared at him.

He thrust the keys into her hands and she unlocked the door. She stepped inside, Vegeta behind her.

The moment he entered, he suppressed a gasp; it was cluttered with all sorts of tools and machines littered all over the place. He saw a particularly large machine and realized it was the almost finished gravity room.

For once, the prince was completely in awe, not that he'd tell her that.

"Alright." Said Bulma, clapping her hands. "Let's get to work!"

Vegeta raised his eyebrows. "And how do you propose we do that?"

"Simple. When I need a certain tool, I'll tell you to get it and you'll bring it to me."

Vegeta's face turned red-from anger. Mate or not, no one told him what to do! "No! I will not be ordered around by some weak grease monkey!"

"Well unless you listen to this weak grease monkey, it's gonna take a LONG time to finish the gravity room! And we wouldn't want that, would we?"

Dammit, she never missed a beat. This was the only thing he liked about Kakarot; in a verbal spare, one retort from Vegeta usually shut Kakarot up.

The woman, however, was a totally different thing.

"For Kami's sake Vegeta, just do it!" Bulma yelled in an exasperated tone.

Vegeta sighed and raised the white flag. As much as it hurt his pride, arguing wasn't going to build the gravity room.

Bulma smiled. "Good. Now give me a minute." She turned around and grabbed some clothes off the desk, running into the bathroom. She came out a few minutes later in her work clothes and walked over to the desk.

She opened the tool box and thrust it at Vegeta. "Let's get started, monkey brain." She said with a slight smirk on her face.

He snorted and took the tool box.

Monkey brain, huh? That was a new one.

"Wrench." Bulma said in a dull voice and Vegeta placed it in her out stretched hand. They had been doing this for hours; Bulma would make some tweaks to the gravity room, ask for a new tool, and Vegeta would pass it to her.

It had probably been the most boring day in all of Bulma's life.

Well, there HAD been one moment of excitement; Bulma had accidentally knocked over one of the oil barrels and it had exploded all over Vegeta. He had screamed and yelled and threatened to do all sorts of painful things to her, not that it stopped her tears of laughter.

But after the commotion died down and the oil cleaned up, they sunk back into pure boredom.

"Done!" Yelled Bulma triumphantly and a spark of excitement flickered in Vegeta's eyes. "For the day." She finished, destroying the spark.

"Fine." Said Vegeta, turning around.

"Wait, Vegeta." She said, a thought occurring to her.

"What?"

Bulma took a deep breath as a light blush crossed her cheeks. "Why did you kiss me?"

Vegeta froze, silently panicking. What the hell was he supposed to tell her? Oh, I kissed you because my Saiyan mating genes were being a bitch? She'd think he was crazy.

Finally, he settled on something that would hopefully sound sane. "Because I wanted to."

Her expression changed from demanding to hurt. "So…you'd just kiss anyone?" She scowled. "Dammit, that really pisses me off!" She stormed past him and left.

Oh damn, she had gotten the wrong idea! He ran after her and grabbed her wrist.

"Let me go!" She yelled.

"Not until you tell me why you're so pissed!"

To his surprise, tears ran down Bulma's face. "Because I love you, ok!" She shrieked. "I've always loved you and you kissed me, getting my hopes up, just because you felt like it! You-!" But the insult never came, as of she was overcome by sobs.

"Woman." He said quietly.

She looked at him, her eyes red from crying. "What?"

"I kissed you because I-." He couldn't say it. He couldn't force the words out. So instead he showed her.

He grabbed her shoulders and pressed his lips to hers, knocking them both to the ground. This time, there was no conflict, no hesitation. Bulma closed her eyes and kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

When they pulled apart, they looked into each other's eyes.

"Vegeta, I-!" Bulma began, but Vegeta covered her mouth with his hand.

"Quiet woman." He whispered seductively into her ear. "We have things to do."

Bulma smiled, ready for anything.

Vegeta picked her up and carried her bridal style to his room.

….I think you can guess what happens. Sorry, no preview. All I can give you is this:

Next chapter: Vegeta does something surprising and Bulma tries to get over it. Meanwhile, Yamcha's plan begins to unfold.

Well, next chapter certainly will be interesting. Ok, review time:

jisko2ijsko- F*ck Yamcha is right! I almost hate to put him in the fic! But such is the way of a writer; sacrifices are necessary…..like my pride. ;)

FireStorm1991- Yes, I suppose it is an unspoken club. Can't wait for the update! :D

KraZiiePyrozHavemoreFun- Yeah, it does make sense. Their total opposites, which makes them a great couple!

sagittarian88- I like where the story is going too. I'm not sure if Vegeta's a virgin. He probably didn't think a whole lot about sex. I mean, he IS Vegeta, after all.

I've wondered this for a while: on planet Namek, when they wished everyone who was killed by Freiza back to life, wouldn't the Saiyans be brought back too? 'Cause Freiza killed them. The mind wanders… Anyway, don't forget to review!