"I'm so glad you understand Chichi. Bye." Bulma was relieved. Chichi wasn't mad at her for Vegeta kicking her out of the house. In fact she was quite happy; it seemed that whatever Vegeta had done to Gohan, it had brought his spirit back. Apparently he was flying about the house, begging his mother to allow him to train. But something about that bothered Bulma. Vegeta wasn't that kind of person. Why did he do it? She didn't know, and she wasn't likely to get an answer either: Vegeta never opened up.

That thought made her sad. She had given so much of herself to Vegeta, and yet never got anything back. Normally she could accept that, but sometimes it got to her. It had been happening more and more frequently since that night Vegeta had stayed in her bed, and even more since the second time he did that. She supposed that, that was his way of showing feelings. But Bulma couldn't be sure, and it tore her apart. She wished he would open up to her, or at least show her some definite sign. She sighed, if he did that he wouldn't be Vegeta, and she wasn't sure she would like that. She hoped she was right about his feelings, otherwise shit was about to hit the fan.

She looked around her room, trying to decide how best to approach the situation. She could put on an expensive dress, although Vegeta proberbly wouldn't notice. A better choice of dress, would be something simple and figure hugging. And no perfume: Vegeta always complained that the scent hurt his nose.

After what seemed like hours, Bulma had finally decided upon an outfit: black short shorts and a tight white sleeveless top that clearly showed her curves. She knew it was inappropriate for her age, but even a saiyan has needs.

-(m)-

"What?" Vegeta asked, becoming very irritated. The Woman had been looking at him for minutes now and he was getting uncomfortable. He could tell she wanted something, she always did this when she wanted something. Although he had to admit the get up she was wearing was new. Maybe she was trying to seduce him.

"Nothing." She muttered.

"Hn. Then stop looking at me Woman."

Bulma looked away and breathed deeply. He had noticed, she might as well try and come clean. She looked at him again.

"Vegeta." She said at last, "will you please come to this investor's party with me." She quickly asked.

Vegeta looked at her. Did she expect him to say yes? She must be mad.

"I know you're probably going to say no, but still I would like you to come." Vegeta just looked at her as though she had gone insane. Sensing a losing battle, Bulma said, "its really boring it's just rich men sending their sons to come and flirt with me." Vegeta's mind was tempted to change when he heard this, but first he would get something for himself.

"You owe me so much right now." Bulma smiled, that meant yes.

"Whatever you ask." Vegeta almost smiled at that, and then promptly left. He needed to talk to the woman's father. He knew exactly what he wanted.

Bulma was happy, so much that she didn't notice the ominous undertones to his words. Instead she was trying to decide what she would wear, and what she would give Vegeta to wear.

After hours, Bulma was finally dressed. She wore a designer gold strapless dress which reached down to the floor ending in a short trail. The front was slightly elevated allowing the tips of her heels to peek through. She waited in the living room for Vegeta, who, to Bulma's surprise, was taking longer than she was. He hoped that he hadn't decided to wear his own clothes. Luckily for her, when Vegeta came down the stairs and into the living room, he was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt and a blue tie.

"Woman, I feel ridiculous."

"Well I think you look great."

"Hn." Vegeta wasn't sure if Bulma was joking. Hoping she wasn't, he asked, "shall we go?"

"Yeah the limo is just outside." She walked over to her saiyan prince, and linking theirs arms, dragged him out of the house.

-(m)-

"Woman, can we go?" Vegeta asked, already growing impatient.

"Vegeta we just got here; we have to stay for at least a few more hours."

Vegeta sighed, very irritated. He had been in the ball room of the investor's house for half an hour, and yet was already frustrated by the many men coming up to flirt with Bulma. He had sent many away with his most intimidating glare, yet still the bachelors kept on trying to chat up his woman.

Bulma, meanwhile, was completely oblivious to Vegeta's mood, instead focusing on not hitting all the men who came up to her. Every time she went to one these investor's parties, she always got hit on by every single male and on some occasions some married men. Although the worst time was when she was hit on by one of her dads old friends: that was just disturbing. She had to admit though it was a stroke of genious to bring Vegeta along. Every time someone came close they left very soon afterwards, glancing in the direction of her saiyan prince.

Bulma was dreading on thing, however. She was afraid of what the media would make of him. No one knew who the father of Trunks was and she knew that the tabloids were paying a lot of money for information. The main suspect had been Yamcha but, due to the lack of contact between the two, that had died down. Many people were now suspecting the mysterious man people claimed she had taken into her home. The allegations were true yet, worriying what Vegeta might do the reporters, she asked her father to deny the claims.

"Bulma. I didn't know you were coming." Bulma looked at the man in front of her. She recognised him as the heir to a Capsule Corporation's wealthiest investor. Bulma gave a convincing smile.

"My father is a busy man; he can't attention every gatherig he's invited to." She looked around for Vegeta, knowing what was coming next, but she saw no sign of him. 'Shit' she thought.

"So my blue haired beauty, care for a dance." Bulma looked the man over. He was handsome enough and rather well built for a human. Once she would have been happy to date such a man, but after spending so much time with Vegeta, no human compared. Bulma looked around the room one more time, sighed, and then, not wanting to be discourteous, accepted the man's offer.

"I do not dance," Vegeta said calmly to the girl who had given him the preposition.

"Oh but a hunk like you must be able to dance." The girl seemed to be in her mid twenties, and yet dressed her self in the shortest dress imaginable and applied so much makeup she looked like a clown.

"No." He said curtly. This girl was beginning to annoy him, but he couldn't do anything, lest he incur the Woman's wrath. He didn't want to do that, it would make what come next much more difficult.

"You don't mean that, silly." She said whilst grasping his ahnd and dragging him to the dance floor. Vegeta dug his heels in and flicked his wrist, sending the girl away from him. Before she had time to get back on her feet, Vegeta had gone.

He started looking around for Bulma, he wanted to leave. He was sick off this party. To his dissmay he found the Woman dancing with another man. A man these earthlings would call attractive. He walked calmly towards them with his arms crossed and his best glare ready.

"Woman," he said, "we're leaving."

Bulma looked up at Vegeta relieved, she was sick off this guy coming on to her, and just like Vegeta wanted to leave. Bulma was about to reply when her dancing partner spoke,

"She will do no such thing." Bulma looked at him trying to suppress her laughter at his his mistake.

"What?" Vegeta hissed.

"I said she will do no such thing. Who are you to order her about." Bulma was both flattered and amused. Although the guy was right he should really just shut up. Vegeta just stared at the man.

"To scared to speak? Shortie." The man asked. Bulma actually let out a short laugb at that. Not at the insult but at the man's stupidity.

Vegeta looked at the man cooly for a few seconds before he unleahed an invisible ki wave, which sent the man flying.

Bulma looked up at Vegeta and smiled before linking arms and leaving together.

-(m)-

When the couple arrived home, Vegeta picked up his Woman and took her to her room. He threw her on to the bed, latching on to her dress, tearing it off.

"Hey that was expens." Bulmas complaints were cut off by Vegeta's lips pressing against her own. He had already taken his own clothes off, leaving then in a pile of broken frabric. Bulma leaned into the kiss as Vegeta probes his tounge into her mouth. Bulma purred beneath him. Vegeta's hands started to explore his Woman's body. He reached down to her butt with one hand, and with the other removed her bra, then began to massage her breast. Bulma moaned this time and began to move her hands across his muscled chest. She placed her hands on his hip and rolled over so she was on top. Vegeta didnt reacts, instead he began to suckle on her breasts: nibbling on her nipple, sending wavesnof pleasure through Bulma's body. Bulma began to move her hips back and forth rubbing her underwear covered vagina over his exposed penis. Vegeta moaned in sync with Bulma, and then ripped off her last bit of clothing. Bulma, getting the message, positioned herself over his dick and the lowered herself over it. Vegeta rolled over to regain his position back on top. He pumped in and out of her soaking wet hole, pushing deeper and deeper each thrust. Bulma screamed out Vegeta's name, which only made him pump harder and faster. He screamed out this time as he and Bulma climaxed at the same time.

They lay there breathing heavily in the dark, before falling asleep in each others arms.

To be continued