Bulma watched the duo conversate silently. On the outside she may have appeared calmed, but on the inside she was raging.

'That prick. I can't believe he'd agree to this. Aren't we-wait, we aren't anything. Casual sex, that's it.'

She had to control herself before she lost her cool. Her concious was correct. Her and Vegeta were nothing but sex buddies. Alright, there was some attraction there that didn't involve his sexy body, but still. In the begininng, they had to agreed to a 'no-strings-attached' relationship, but Bulma was sure that some feelings were starting to develope, feelings deeper than lust or friendship.

'Well, if he wants to play like that, i'll make sure NO ONE wants to go to prom with him.'

She was brought out of her thoughts by a rough shake. She snapped out of it and glared at ChiChi who continued to shake her.

"B, what's up? You kind of spaced out there." her tone was nothing but worried.

Bulma sighed heavily before she replied.

"Sorry, just thinking. Anyways, what were you saying?" She ignored the look of contempt ChiChi had on her face and continued with her meal.

"I asked who you thought would win the bet."

Bulma smirked evilly, a diabolic plan conforming in her mind.

"Turles. You forget, he's a Son, and a Son never looses." she stated as she looked to Vegeta, who was looking her way with a smirk. ChiChi and 18 looked to each other and smiled, knowing something was going to happen with their friends.

Later that week, Bulma was at home doing some research for her English class when someone knocked on her front door, then barged in. She raised a brow as a perplexed Vegeta started pacing her living room.

"What's the point of knocking when you walk in anyways?" she grumbled when he didn't say anything. He finally stopped burning a hole in her navy carpet and glared at her.

"What did you do, wench?" His eyes narrowed and he decreased the distance bewteen them significantly.

Bulma looked to him with a blank face.

"What're you talking about?"

He crossed his arms and glared down his nose at her.

"You know exactly what i'm talking about. Before this week, I could have any girl I wanted, now no one will even offer hot sex on a Friday night!"

Bulma remained quiet during his ranting, smirking to herself.

'Sweet revenge.'

"Really, Vegeta? "Hot sex on a Friday night?" Who offers that?" she asked with an amused expression.

"Every single broad in our grade before this week, that's who!" he screamed, losing his temper. He ran his hands through his wild mane, pulling the ends tightly as he plopped down beside her.

"I won't loose to that idiot!"

Bulma shook her head and patted his thigh.

"You and your pride. It'll kill you one day." She laughed at his growl and continued working on her paper, writing the rought draft. She swatted Vegeta's hand away when she felt it moving up her thigh.

"Not right now, Vegeta. I gotta get this finished."

She shivered as she felt his hot tongue on her ear.

"Finish it when we're done."

She sighed as she pushed him away.

"Sorry, not now. I've got to get this done." She went back to her paper, missing the smirk plastered on Vegeta's face. She growled when his hands continued on their exploration. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't ignore the burning sensation between her legs. By now, he could make her wet with just one touch, sending her over the edge without even trying. She closed her eyes and counted to ten slowly.

"I'm warning you. Leave me alone Veggie."

He chuckled lowly and leaned forward, his hands still continuing on their journey under her shirt.

"Or what?" he whispered in her ear, his voice thick and husky. His smooth hand cupped her breast, playing with her nipple through the lacy fabric of her bra. She let out a short gasp, pushing her chest farther out.

"Vegeta," she groaned out, "i've really got to work on this."

He remained silent as his other hand skillfully worked it's way to the clasp on her bra, unclipping it and sliding it down her arms so she was exposed to him. He pulled her bra out of her shirt and threw it behind the couch, returning to his sweet torture of her breasts.

"Do you want me to stop?" he questioned as his other hand made it to the hem of her sweat pants, slowly pulling them down.

"No-yes. Yes, I want you to stop." Her voice was strained, her mind in a whirl as he slipped two digits into her. He started out slowly pumping into her, picking up his pace when her breathing got heavier.

"I don't think you want me to." He smirked when she bucked her hips, urging his hand to go deeper. He slipped one more finger in, picking up his pace once more. Bulma moaned as his sweet assault tipped her over the edge.

"Vegeta." she gasped as her juices flowed over his hands. His smirk returned full force as he pulled his hand out, seductively licking the liquid off of his fingers. His onyx eyes bored into her azure depths, daring her to continue what he had started.

"Oh, you asshole," she panted, "you're gonna get it." She dove into a fierce kiss, pulling him down the couch as she went.

It was a typical Monday morning, the sky coated in grey thunderclouds, the wind whipping sharply throughout the air. Bulma and her friends were standing by their variation of cars, waiting for the first bell to ring to begin another monotonous day in hell.

"So Vegeta, how's your side of the bet going?" Turles asked as he walked up to the group of teens, a light drizzle coming down around them. The spikey haired teen smirked when a glare was thrown in his direction.

"I"ll take that as a 'It's going awful Turles, me and my enormous pride are going to take a dive when I show up to prom this friday empty handed.' he said in a mock tone of Vegeta's voice. Said teen growled deeply in his throat.

"Shut it, pretty boy." he warned. He didn't feel like getting in a fight today. His morning had started out shitty enough as it was, he didn't need any more trouble. Plus, prom was four days away, suspension could get him banned from the grounds.

"You guys don't have enough faith in Vegeta. I think he'll win." Goku spoke up, defending his best friend. He grinned like an idiot when Vegeta turned his dark gaze on him.

"I don't need your sympathy Kakarott."

Goku laughed and ignored his words, putting his arm around ChiChi when her and Bulma joined their circle. The raven haired girl looked to Vegeta with a humored smile.

"So, I hear you still don't have a date." she giggled as she looked to Bulma, who also had a grin on her face. Bulma had talked to her and 18, revealing her plan to them. It wasn't technically against the rules, not that they had set any but one. Vegeta noticed this interaction, his eyes narrowing.

"I'll find out what you harpies are up to, and when I do, you won't like the consequences." he replied, storming off to the front doors alone before the bell even rang. There went his good day.

Bulma allowed a wholehearted laugh to escape her throat.

"I'm sure you will Vegeta, i'm sure you will."