A/N: WOOO! Part two! I got a lot of positive feedback from you guys. Glad you liked it! To whomever suggested having Goku and Gohan talk about sex, I might use that. But I'm going to throw my own twist on it. Thanks for your suggestion, though! I decided to detail what was going on at Capsule Corp. on this given day. Hopefully it's not too dry. I tried to avoid that, and I'll admit, I made Vegeta and Bulma's relationship MUCH better than what it actually is at this point in the series. But hey, I'm a giant Vegeta/Bulma fan. Cut me some slack Dx!

Disclaimer: I do not own DB/DBZ/DBGT, or anything that has to do with the Dragon Ball series. I make no money from the publication of this story, since it is for entertainment purposes only.

Enjoy!

Chapter II

Blasts were being shot in all different directions of the room. A figure soon followed those blasts, screaming and grunting. Perspiration dripped from every angle of their body, yet they did not stop. They were determined; bent on becoming stronger, faster, more durable.

A blast collided with their body, a mere error in their calculations. The figure was sent flying into the soft padding of the wall, landing on the hard flooring with a thud. They sat their motionless for a bit, feigning unconsciousness. Yet the being rose moments later, only to sneer and curse himself. A quick glace at the clock above brought little relief to him. His training was done for today. A hand reached out to grasp the towel that was draped over a steel bar. He wrapped it around his neck as he exited the Gravity Room.

It was a short walk from the GR to the main Capsule Corp. building. As he entered, he was greeted by a tall blonde, as he was every afternoon when he finished training. She offered him a drink, yet he kindly declined. He was in no mood to sit and listen to her, though he was almost certain she would leave him alone. She was not nearly as annoying and nosy as her daughter.

He headed up the stairs after waving to an older man with gray hair and glasses sitting in the living room. The man's black cat was sleeping on his lap. Before he even got the chance to cross the hallway which lead to the bathroom, a woman with short blue hair almost ran right into him. They were face to face for a brief moment before she backed away.

"You're lucky your feet stopped you before I did, woman," he said harshly. She crinkled her face and crossed her arms across her rather large chest.

"Well excuse me, Vegeta! I happen to be having guests over in a little while." The Saiyan smirked.

"Oh? Is that so?" He snickered. "Are they the mothers from Trunks' schooling?"

"Vegeta, how did you-" She couldn't finish, because Vegeta had already covered her lips with his own.

"Bulma, I hear many things you might not be aware of." His smiled as he pulled away from her. "I may act as if I am ignoring you, but I listen." He gave her a wink, and continued toward the bathroom.

Bulma stood there with a fresh sheet of color covering her face. "He can be so odd at times..." She flew down the stairs with lightning speed as the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of one of her many guests for the night.

He showered quickly, wrapping a small, white cotton towel around his waist as he stepped out from the shower. Vegeta took another from the pile and rubbed it through his hair. He hauled it on to his shoulder and walked out into his room. The door was open, and Vegeta caught a slight glimpse of a woman. It wasn't Bulma, yet it also wasn't his mother-in-law. Who the hell was that woman? She turned to meet his confused gaze.

The woman then quickly turned around and covered her face. "I-I'm sorry, sir!" Vegeta cocked an eyebrow and moved towards the doorway. She looked young: much younger than Bulma. She began to slowly turn her head back towards Vegeta, yet turned it back the other way once she saw how close he was to her.

"..Are you one of my mate's guests?" He reached for her hand and turned her around. It trembled in his grasp, even more so when she saw him raise it to his lips. Yet, all he did was give it a slight kiss. While looking straight into her eyes. Well, the pieces of her eyes he could see. Her other hand was now splayed across her face. He chuckled. "Hmph, you look a bit too young to have a child the same age as my own." His grip on her hand ceased, and it now brushed lightly against her face. It was warm, more so burning hot.

"I..." She struggled with her words. "I wanted children at a young age." She leaned into his touch a bit, still frightened. She knew one thing, though: this was Bulma's husband. Just what was his name, again? Victor? Venice? Vernon? Her brain reminded her that it was something abstract, not really named after any specific person or place. "Oh!" She grabbed his hand and removed it from her face. "You're Vegeta, aren't you?"

He stepped back slightly and raised a finger to his lips. "Shh!" he stated with urgency. His voice was now a whisper. "I don't think you want my wife seeing the two of us like this."

"Haha! Bulma? What would she do to me? It's not like I came on to you!"

"C-coming on to..? What?! What the hell are you blabbering about?! I was simply going to help you!" He clenched his hands into fists and folded them across his bare chest. "Gah, women! You're all the same! Always thinking everyone is trying to get with them!"

The woman stood their, more confused than she had ever been in her life. "Then...what was the whole 'kissing my hand' thing about?" She heard him snarl.

"I'M A FUCKING PRINCE! WE ARE TAUGHT TO GREET "pretty" WOMEN LIKE THAT!" He stepped back a few more inches and slammed in to door in the woman's face. "IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR THE BATHROOM," he screamed through the door. "GO FIND ONE SOMEWHERE ELSE. LIKE OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

Bulma was suddenly upstairs, as she snapped the woman out of her daze. "I see you've met my wonderful husband." Her voice was filled with sarcasm. "Here, come downstairs with the rest of us, Ann. I'm about to start serving some drinks up!" The two women smiled and giggled down the stairway, and all Vegeta could think was to thank Kami, where ever he was, that Bulma had come to retrieve that vile beast.

He rummaged through his drawers angrily, hurling a black, button-down silken shirt onto the bed, followed by a pair of denim-washed jeans. He opened the top one and threw a pair of smokey gray boxer-briefs onto the bed as well. Vegeta took the towel from his shoulder and rubbed it through his hair once more. The towel around his waist gave way at that moment, and all he did was stand there, staring at it lying on the floor. The internal conflict brewed within him: whether he should waste his breath on something as trivial as a towel, or let it go. He chose the latter, and picked up his undergarments.

Once clothed, Vegeta made his way downstairs. A giant gasp was heard when he entered the room, which caused Bulma to turn around in panic.

"Oh, Bulma! I didn't know you ordered a stripper!" One of the women had flown out of their seat and almost directly to Vegeta. He looked her up and down. Unimpressed with the old, middle-aged woman, he walked over to Bulma and landed a slight kiss on her cheek before making his way to the kitchen. A gasp was heard once more, and Vegeta came back only to give the finger to the entire group of women. A bright smile could be seen on his features as he returned back to the kitchen to fix himself some lunch.

"Heh, sorry," Bulma said while rubbing the back of her head. "He's no stripper. He's my husband." Only one woman gasped this time, as to which Vegeta coughed loudly in response to.

"Oh my goodness, Bulma! I totally see where you son gets his good looks from!"

"Oh, golly gee, YES! I do too!"

The women began to chat among themselves about Vegeta's "beautifulness," which left Bulma sinking down into a chair. Leave it to Vegeta to crash a party, she thought to herself.

The phone rang, silencing the massive herd of estrogen. Vegeta called out from the kitchen, and answered it. "Capsule Corp. residency, Vegeta speaking?"

"Gee, Vegeta. You don't have to get all professional on me." Oh, joy. Just who he wanted to speak with.

"What the hell do you want, Kakarot?! I'm having a shitty day as is."

"Good! Then come out to the woods by my house. It'll help get your mind off of things." With this, the gears in Vegeta's head began to turn. Kakarot wasn't...gay...Was he?

"Kakarot, you're not trying to bed me, or some disgusting thing like that, are you?" He heard a chuckle from the other line. "Are you?!"

"Ha, no! But that is something I need to talk to you about."

Oh, great. Carrot-breath has the hots for me?! "Kakarot, I'm 'straight,' whatever the hell that means. I have a wife and a child. I am perfectly content with the sex I have with my wife. I like having sex with my wife. I do not, however, like male organs inserted into my rectum."

"That's...great, Vegeta? I meant me."

"You've got to be shitting me."

"What?"

"Kakarot, after two children, and about twenty years of marriage to that vixen of a wife you have, you're deciding NOW is the best time to come out?!"

To say the least, Goku was baffled. Was it something he was saying? Or was Vegeta just getting ahead of himself, as usual? "Come out with what, Vegeta?"

"Aren't you trying to hint to me that you're gay, Kakarot?"

There was silence between the two for a bit, then the slight sound of Goku's hand meeting his forehead was heard, followed by a heavy sigh.

"Of course, Vegeta. Because I would totally call you to tell you I'm gay. Because you know, you're just so beautiful and all."

"Listen here, Carrot-breath! I am incredibly handsome! Don't you even deny it for a minute! You're own wife wants a piece of me. Just ask Bulma."

"Vegeta, whatever. Are you meeting me in the woods or no?"

"Why can't I come to your place?" He thought about it for a second. "Hold on, is your woman home?"

"You mean Chichi, Vegeta? The one who totally wants to get with you?"

"Yes, that's her."

"Yeah."

"Then forget it. I can't stand being around another woman today." Goku laughed.

"Oh yeah, Chichi told me the other day that Bulma was having some giant get together for the mothers in Trunks' class." Vegeta grunted and clenched his fists. "So, woods then?"

"Yeah, I guess. Are we sparing?"

"Nah, I just need to ask you a few things. Things about the Saiyans and stuff."

"Why not do-"

"It's better to ask in person, Vegeta. Believe me." Vegeta sighed, and leaned against the wall next to the phone's receiver.

"Fine. Meet you at four."

"Got it. Thanks, hot stuff." A slight, dopey chuckle was heard, and then the line went dead. Vegeta shivered.

"He sure is a weird one, that moron." He placed the phone back on the receiver, and walked out into the herd of women. He couldn't stand being near this many women. It was as if his testosterone levels were plummeting by the second! His eyes searched through the crowd, and finally he found Bulma. He went to her, and leaned into her ear.

"I'm going out with Kakarot. I'll be home whenever."

She nodded to him, and gave him a slight kiss on the lips. He crinkled his face, but then gave his wife a soft smile. Vegeta waved to the women as he left, his stomach rocking and rolling all around as he surveyed them. Aside from the one he met before,Vegeta at that moment realized how lucky he was to have Bulma as a wife. At least she cared about herself, and didn't let herself turn into a cow. He closed the door behind him before realizing her had left his phone on the side table.

"Dammit." Vegeta cracked the door open and grabbed it, fiddling with it to see the time. It read "3:43PM."

He pushed himself off the ground, and began his journey into the woods. This was going to be a long night.

A/N: There's part two. Yeah, I know. I threw a bit of a yaoi twist into it. But you know, guys joke around all the time with the gay stuff. For the record, I am a fan of the Goku/Vegeta pairing, but don't worry. I'm not going to make them have sex xD. I would totally give you guys a warning if that was to happen. So, anywho, hope you guys enjoyed it! If you guys would like to see something, just tell me and I'll try my best to weave it in somehow. Thanks for the support!