A/N: This was done for DA group: DBZ-HalloweenContest. The theme was Sexy and Sweet...so, naturally Bulma and Vegeta fit both those!Haha. Hope you enjoy ^^

Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.

Vegeta growled as he looked himself over in the full length mirror as his ears picked up the giggling of his mother-in-law not too far behind him. How had he gotten roped into this again? And by his own conscience! Had he changed that much over the last few years as he watched his son grow up and became more accustomed to living on Earth. It was bad enough that he had broken down and married the blue-haired woman! Now he was finding out that marriage on this planet made women think they had more control over their spouses.

"I knew you would look sexy in this outfit," the blond tittered as she checked out her son-in-law from the back. "Bulma will be in for such a surprise!"

He popped the collar of the white tunic-styled shirt up so it covered his neck. And what was with these damn Earthlings and their lack of dressing, especially for these so-called costumes! It wasn't that he was opposed to showing off his physique; he just didn't feel it was appropriate to do it in front of all of Bulma's workers and clients. However, this event would be an excellent occasion to show that Bulma Briefs was a claimed woman. The blonde moved to stand directly behind him, her hands smoothing the collar back down as Vegeta rolled up the sleeves of the shirt-so the fabric was now resting just above his elbows.

"You look much more regal this way."

Vegeta made a noise low in his throat, signifying his annoyance and discomfort of the woman being so close to him.

"You want to look like the prince coming to rescue the princess, don't you?" The blonde giggled again as she backed away from the man. Her hands clasped together in front of her chest. "Oh, I wish I would've brought the camera with me!"

His ears ignored the chatter of the ditzy woman as his eyes scanned down the length of his body. The loose fitting shirt was tucked into a pair of charcoal grey breeches (which were tight, but not uncomfortable). A pair of black riding boots started at his knees and ended with a one and a half inch heel-which he also didn't mind, since he knew Bulma would be wearing heels with her costume.

"Goodness, if only I would've picked up a sword to go with the outfit."

The pout in her voice was evident, but was yet again ignored as he lifted one foot, then the other, to make sure the heeled boots wouldn't affect his walking too much. His eyes traveled back up, a hand raising to tug at the split on the shirt that ran midway down his pectorals. At least his hair was left in it's natural state! He had been a little afraid at first that the woman would try to smooth the spiky, gravity-defying strands down.

He finally turned away from the mirror to look directly at the loquacious blonde woman. "Thank you for your help." He bowed, bending slightly at the waist but kept his eyes on her face.

Her hands raised to either side of her face, her eyes closing even further into a squint. "Oh my, it was my pleasure!"

Words continued to flow from her mouth as he straightened and marched out of the room.

~S~

Bulma was doing her best to divide her time between all her guests-she wasn't sure how her father managed to do it! She gathered the heavy material of the skirt into her hands as she began to mingle again. Ugh, why had she decided to dress in such a costume this year? It certainly wasn't on the hopes that a certain prince would come and rescue her from this nightmare. He hadn't appeared the last four years, so why would this year be any different? Just because they were now married? She rolled her eyes at the argument she hadn't gotten into over that one.

Vegeta had immediately snapped that the marriage gave her no extra hold over him. That since he had decided to stay on this "mudball" he only felt it was the proper thing to do-since they lived together, had a child together, and were sharing a bed nightly. Then he had stormed away from her, and had proceeded to avoid her the rest of the week.

Now here she was, trudging through a sea of people that were all trying to kiss her ass. The heavy material of her gown weighed her down. 'This is probably how Vegeta feels when he trains in all that gravity!' The party had only been going on for an hour, but she could already feel the fine sheen of sweat covering her skin. All her loosely curled hair piled onto her head wasn't helping her feel any cooler, either. 'Stupid need to be authentic!'

Vegeta blinked as he stepped into the ballroom of Capsule Corp. The large room was almost completely packed with humans, all vying for one woman's attention. The question was, where was she? He knew it would probably be easy to track her down using ki, but with all these other weak humans around, it might be more difficult than he thought. Besides, sometimes it was a lot more fun to track her down using other senses (if even the basics of eyesight). Yet again, there was another problem. The lighting in the room was dim and orange. There was also fog rolling around the floor and being kicked up by the moving occupants.

He fiddled with his sleeves, which had rolled down slightly below his elbows, as he maneuvered into the crowd. He kept his back straight, shoulders stiff, and head held high as he started the search for his wife. After accidentally knocking over a few people and getting hit on several times, he decided that trying to find Bulma by her ki signature was a better way to go. Especially since his vision was being hindered by the orange filter on the lights.

He continued to move as he reached out for the familiar ki. His eyes roved past half-dressed women and flirting old men. A few seconds later she was in his sights. As he headed in her direction-which was in the far corner of the room-he made sure to keep himself somewhat hidden. He didn't want her seeing him and ruining the surprise.

When his eyes finally landed upon her, he was quite surprised by what he saw. She was the most conservatively dressed woman here! The dress she wore covered her almost completely. The outer layer was emerald green, while the inside trimming-an opening stretching from her chest to waist, and another split starting below her crotch and down to her feet-was a shimmering gold. Her sleeves came down to her elbows, while white lace hung from the ends of the sleeves and rested half-way down her forearm. The only thing that made him growl a bit was the corset top that pushed the roundness of her breasts up and out. He barely noticed the blue mass on top of her head as he strode over to her, ignoring the five men that surrounded her. Men that were giving her their undivided attention until they saw him approaching.

Bulma gasped as she turned to see what had her top advisors distracted. "Vegeta." His name came out in a breath as she quickly gave him a once over. When had he acquired clothing like that? How had he known what to dress in to match her? The thoughts disappeared as a strong hand wrapped around her slender wrist.

He yanked her closer, as his other hand came up to tangle thick fingers in her soft hair. He easily tilted the off-guarded muscles of her neck to bend slightly (since her heels were taller than his, although only by half an inch). His lips brushed across hers before devouring the luscious pink skin. He felt the coarse brush of lace against his neck as her free hand moved to wrap around his neck and into his hair. He mentally smirked as his fingers wrapped around the pin that was holding up her hair and pulled it out, letting the curly silk tresses fall to the middle of her back.

She pulled away from him, her breathing heavy and making her breasts strain even more against the corset. "What are you doing here?"

His fingers moved the strands of hair over her shoulder, covering the mass amount of cleavage. "I thought you wanted me here." His eyes darted toward the group of men still standing around, then back to Bulma.

Her eyes flicked in the direction his had went. Shit! She had been so caught up in seeing him, in the attention he had been giving her! She had completely forgotten that she had been discussing business in the middle of her "party". As Bulma continued to gather her thoughts, she saw Vegeta turn towards the men and extend an arm to the man on the end.

"Vegeta Briefs." His voice was strong and polite as he plastered a friendly smile on his face. The man hesitantly took his hand, his grip loose as Vegeta put a little pressure into his. Vegeta continued to introduce himself as Bulma stood slack-jawed. That was until his eyes landed on her. "So, what were we discussing?"

Bulma blinked, quickly gathering her swirling thoughts into a coherent sentence. Vegeta merely nodded and told them to continue. Bulma had no qualms about picking up where she had left off-discussing a few future projects that she had in mind. The men, however, looked a bit skeptical at the dark man standing next to their boss. It wasn't too long before Vegeta interrupted the woman's speech with his own ideas, throwing the men a little off-guard.

Bulma tilted her head towards her husband. "Hmm, I suppose you're right. The idea is a little far fetched."

"Of course I…."

"However," Bulma cut off his snippy reply.

The night went on much like that as Bulma continued to discuss projects, equations, theories, and everyday life with whichever guest happened to catch her attention as Vegeta tagged along. Every once in a while he would throw in his opinion, but it was mostly to get a rise out of Bulma and to see how she would handle the situation.

The party finally came to an uneventful end, and Vegeta was more than happy to make sure all the guests had left. He continued to follow Bulma as she walked over-on now bared feet-to a control panel on the wall. As she expertly pressed a sequence of buttons to set up the cleaning bots, she turned to look at Vegeta.

"So what was all that about? How did you know how to behave? And just where the hell did you get that costume?" Her eyes narrowed slightly as she was finally free to get all her questions out.

Vegeta crossed his arms, his eyes matching hers, but the playful smirk on his lips ruined the hard expression. "I was being a 'good husband' as you requested." Her lips parted to say something, but he continued on, "And have you forgotten that I was born a prince?"

"Who was raised by a sadistic tyrant. Who enjoyed shedding blood and eradicating entire civilizations," she shot back quickly.

"Do you believe that's all I did while under the control of Frieza?" His playful smirk had disappeared and was slowly being replaced with a scowl. "After what you saw tonight?"

Bulma shook her head. "I don't know what you did in your past because you won't tell me anything about it."

His arms uncrossed, and a hand moved to twirl a lock of blue hair around a finger. He stepped an inch closer, looking down at her. It was an odd view, since they usually stood at the same height and saw eye-to-eye. "Working for Frieza," he started, thinking of how best to explain the tyrants Organization. "I suppose it would be like working for Earth's mafia. We not only did the dirty work, but we also had a business to run."

Bulma gave him a short nod. "Okay, so where'd the outfit come from? Don't tell me that's something you've just had lying around all these years."

He snorted in disdain. "After what I went through, I wish it was my own." He let out a heavy breath as he saw Bulma's eyes widen at his statement. "I had to ask your mother."

"Oh no. Really?" She wanted to laugh, could feel the tickling in the back of her throat. A hand quickly covered her mouth as the bubble of laughter spilled from mouth. Her eyes, however, never left his and she could see the emotions running through them.

"Yes, really," he growled. "And I'm never doing it again. So you can forget about this ever happening again."

Bulma straightened and cleared her throat. "But I was so bored until you came to rescue me, Prince Charming." A slender arm wrapped around his neck as she pressed her body against his.

His eyes darted down, watching more of her breasts press against the tight material. "And I should care because?"

Her lips brushed against his cheek. "Well, I'm tired, but since you kept my night entertaining…." Teeth nipped at his earlobe. "I'm not really tired."

Now this was the kind of persuasion he was used to from her. The promise of sex if he did something she wanted, which was something he didn't mind too much, but it was still just another form of control. So, he pulled her off him, his eyes catching hers. "I am."

"Veg…."

His lips crashed onto hers, his tongue easily snaking into her mouth before pulling back. "But I suppose I have enough energy to collect my reward for 'rescuing' you." A strong arm wrapped around her waist and hoisted her over his shoulder.