Bulma walked through her door feeling numb. She was alone. Her boyfriend of countless years had just told her she no longer loved him. Had she really been that careless of a girlfriend? She surely hadn't meant to. She knew whatever afflicted her ability to interact with Yamcha as she had was related to Vegeta. She didn't like him, did she? She couldn't. She was just about fed up with him. He was the new scapegoat and outlet for her frustration and loneliness. She was alone because of him.

He moved from the shadows flicking a light switch on in a fluid motion. He glared at her, the same smirk on his face as other times. He just stared while she wiped her face for a moment and waited for acknowledgement. When he decided he had waited long enough he spoke. "Your Gravity Room isn't performing right again. I suggest you fix it and when you fix it-" his eyes narrowed. "I suggest you fix it right." Bulma didn't respond for a moment, she just sniffled. Then with surprising reflexes she grabbed onto a yellow candle in a glass casing and hurled at Vegeta as hard as she could. He didn't move a muscle and it barely grazed his hair. He stared at her in surprise and disbelief. "Have you lost your fuck-" This time a plate was hurdling toward him. With his Saiyan reflexes he caught it with ease and tossed it on the table. "Bulma!" he snapped sharply as he approached her.

Bulma now reached for a heavy, nearby book. "It's all your FAULT!" She threw the book and it smacked his chest with a 'thud' as he closed the space between them. She brought her palm up high and slammed into to his chest. She raised her other hand and threw an unforgiving punch to his face. Vegeta stared, confused and bewildered by the tiny woman's tantrum. He grabbed her tiny, flailing arms with ease and peered into her face.

"Stop this." he breathed, eyeing her indignantly. Bulma frowned, tears welling in her eyes again from pent up frustration.

"Are you happy, now Vegeta!? Does seeing me upset please you?" Vegeta remained silent but the answer was no. He liked teasing her. He liked riling her up. He liked seeing what she would do next. But this raw and heartbroken display of emotion was not what he liked seeing.

Bulma hung her head as her shoulders shook with sobs. She stopped struggling against Vegeta's hold on her wrists. "Yamcha and I are done. It's because of you. In my good gestures I picked you over him every time, and for what!" Vegeta sneered now, pulling her arms up so she faced him.

"This isn't any fault of mine and you know it. The weakling bowed down because he can't handle you, woman." Bulma glared, lunging at him despite his grasp.

"Bowed down? To who, YOU?" There was a defiance in her voice that sent shivers down Vegeta's spine. He let go of Bulma, looking into fiery eyes as he finally grabbed the back of her head and pushed her lips to his.

Bulma didn't deny the kiss this time. All of her frustration poured into a desperate and ravaging kiss, teeming with want. With ease Vegeta hoisted Bulma's lithe body onto the wall and her legs wrapped around his waist. He hiked the soft, blue dress up her thighs and felt silken legs which made his stomach drop. He kissed and bit along her neck as she gasped for more. "Can you keep up, ningen?" he crooned as he felt claws in his back.

"The question is, can you?" It was a challenge with her he was more than willing to take. Within in seconds he had flown into her bedroom, his strong hands removing her dress with ease.

He stared in awe and anticipation as Bulma clawed at her own bra, heaving mounds of breasts toppling out of it. She was shimmying out of her underwear when Vegeta himself remembered to undress. He slid out of the spandex-like shorts and stared down at her, completely bared. "Do you want this." he bit out suddenly. Even if all signs pointed to yes he knew there was no turning back after this. He felt shivers again as Bulma looked up and down his body, her own glorious one basking in nakedness.

"Vegeta- I need it." Without another word Vegeta dove in, descending into passion and madness never felt before.

He stared at her sleeping form, his stomach heavy with many thoughts. She had performed better than he had ever hoped. She had kept up with him through the entire passionate act and that was why she was so exhausted now. He touched her sleeping face, so fragile... So beautiful. 'I could kill her in an instant!' He thought after a while. He never would. They had bonded way before they had even had sex. His dependency on the girl frightened him. He had never needed anyone before, why now? Feeling slightly sick he stumbled out of the bed and to his own room before that bond could grow anymore.

"Bulma-chan?" The turquoise haired woman beamed at her Brunette friend. She cautiously dipped her feet in the chilled pool and sighed as she tied a red bandana around her curly, blue hair.

"Yes Chi Chi?"

"I said thank you for having me... Also you look fabulous." Bulma blushed slightly, looking at her retro red polka dot bikini.

"Arigatou, Chi Chi. You look great too, you have to keep that bathing suit!" It was Chi Chi's turn to blush as she looked at the dark blue one piece Bulma had lent her.

"Who, me?! Oh no. With Gohan and Goku to look after I never train or exercise-"

"Whatever you're doing works." Chi Chi smiled warmly as she leaned back on the lawn chair.

The two woman sat in a warm bliss, just enjoying the bright sun and the gentle wind. Chi Chi spoke again lazily. "I'm really glad for you and Yamcha- I mean not glad you broke up but glad you two decided to figure things out. You were together a long time, I guess the relationship could only go one of two ways." Bulma grimaced, looking into the pool.

"Yeah, you're right. What we did was best and he's still one of my best friends." Chi Chi was silent for a moment before speaking.

"And you're still young too, so you're in a good position. I'm no relationship expert and my first boyfriend is my husband, but-" Chi Chi leaned in closer to Bulma. "But just make good decisions, Bulma. I don't know if rebounding with Vegeta-"

"WHAT?!" Bulma let out a nervous squeal as she faced the other woman. "Ch-Chi Chi where are you getting that?" Bulma fiddled with her hair nervously. Both parties had been silent about the frequently occurring trysts since her breakup with Yamcha.

Chi Chi gave a sly smile. "As flattering as it would be, Vegeta sure isn't looking at me." Bulma slowly changed her look to the Saiyan in the distance, glaring at her unrivaled want and longing. Bulma blushed instantly, he had never been so forthcoming about his lust for her. Bulma looked back into Chi Chi's dark eyes before Goku's appearance surprised them both.

"Oi, uh Goku! Here to swim?" Bulma asked with a nervous giggle. He smiled, turning to Chi Chi with his mouth agape.

"Gee Chi Chi... You look really nice." Chi Chi was now blushing furiously. "Son Goku..." He picked his wife up with ease and swung her around. "Why don't you come home?" There was a quality to Goku's voice in that moment that made even Bulma blush. Chi Chi turned slyly away, her eyes shut.

"Son Goku..." Bulma sent her friend a wink. "Keep it, Chi Chi." She gave her friend a wave as Goku wasted no time to hoist her home.

Bulma sat alone for a while, her heart gently aching. She had seen lust and want in Vegeta's but never such a warm expression. Was he capable of it? Would he feel it for her? Lost in her thoughts Bulma started inside, absent mindedly hugging herself. She hadn't noticed the Saiyan in pursuit of her until he was upon her, kissing her neck and caressing her body. Like their arguments, sex too was a competition. Who could lure the other away from their own devices, who could win sex. They had sex seven times total in the past few weeks with Bulma up one to Vegeta, and he had been intending to satisfy himself and even the score.

Bulma gave into his will easily, letting him carry her to the bed and undress her. He watched her as he bared himself, as his hands roved her body, as he traced her outline with kisses but her eyes were cloudy. Unfocused. She wasn't there. He stopped, eyeing her with scrutiny. "Since when can I not satisfy you?" His voice was harsh, his face pained. Bulma sat up slightly, her eyes dewy with tears.

"Vegeta- Do you like me?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow. Where had this revelation come from? Up until then they had been having fun conquering one another with wits and sex, now she wanted to be 'liked'. Vegeta shifted uncomfortably.

"I'm fucking you, aren't I? Is that not enough?" He could tell by her following tears that it certainly was not. He felt uncomfortable as she wept. Vegeta had never been comforted before in his life, how did he comfort this human woman?

That's when it became apparent the current arrangement wasn't going to work. He could survive on blood, sweat, and sex. Bulma, being the complex creature she was, required far more. Grimacing he reached out and touched her face gently. Bulma paused, looking into the unreadable expression on the Saiyan's face. "That's not what this is." He began as he stood and turned away from her. Bulma watched as Vegeta approached the doorway. "If you are looking for what Kakarot and his woman have-" At that he turned from her. "You'll need to look elsewhere." He was gone. Bulma's room was silent.

There, he had admitted it. It was sex. Bulma had enjoyed it but she was ready to move from puppy love, to lust, on to a real relationship. She was ready to leave that primal relationship behind. At least, that's what she thought as she hugged the covers to her chest and cried the rest of the day.

A.N: Who is Vegeta trying to fool?