Prompt: Spirit.

A/N: This is for loraven. I'm sorry I haven't been updating this much, but I've been trying to work on the actual stories I have XD

This is a two-parter story, so I'm just gonna stack it in here ^^

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

"I'm sorry, Vegeta. I have no idea where Bulma's taken off to," Doctor Briefs told his son-in-law as his eyes stayed focused on the object in front of him. The man may have been getting on in years, but he still loved tinkering with small projects.

Vegeta let out a heavy breath through his nose. "That damn woman is never around when I need her."

"Is something wrong with the gravity room?" the old man asked, finally turning away from the machinery. "I can help if…."

"No," the Saiyan half-growled as he turned his back on the other man. "It has to be Bulma." Vegeta crossed his arms as he walked away and upstairs. Meandering his way through the compound, he found his way to the kitchen. "Where's Bulma?"

"I'm sorry, sweetie, but I haven't seen her since breakfast," the blonde apologized in her cheerful voice. "Have you tried…."

"Yes," he barked, making the woman jump slightly.

"Are you hungry, dear?"

He stifled the small growl that started in his throat. Food? Did he have time to eat? "Yes," he simply replied as he walked further into the kitchen and over to the table. After getting fed, he pushed away from the table and continued his search.

An hour later and after searching the entire compound, there was still no sign of Bulma. Vegeta let out a frustrated growl as his hands tightened into fists. Where could that woman be? She was always around the place doing something, even if it was just sitting on her ass and reading through a magazine. Then the few times he actually needed her, she up and disappears! Almost like…. He shook his head. There was no way someone could have kidnapped her. If it hadn't happened by now. Besides, he would've felt an unfamiliar ki enter the home.

At the thought, a frustrated sigh blew past his lips as he went back to the living area. A hand ran through his spiky hair as he entered the room and immediately stopped. "Where the hell have you been?"

Bulma smoothed down the straight skirt she was wearing before turning to look at her furious husband. "I wasn't aware I had to check in with you when I left the house," her voice teased, but her eyes narrowed.

Vegeta stalked across the room until he came face-to-face with her. "Nobody knew where you were," he accused. "Usually when you have a business meeting, you tell one of us." A heavy hand rested on her shoulder. "So tell me where you were oh so conveniently spirited away to."

"Conveniently?" she hissed. "You think I wanted to go?"

"How am to know if you won't tell me!"

Bulma sighed as she backed down. Her right hand raised to cover his that was weighing down her shoulder. "The Son's stove stopped working, so Goku came to get me."

"Kakarot?" he huffed. "Should've known," his tone now defeated as his hand slipped down her arm and back to his side.

"So what did you need me for?" she finally asked as he started to turn away.

"Huh?" he turned back toward her with a startled look.

"Well, you were looking for me, and accusing me of running away. So, that means you needed me for something. Was Dad busy?"

His eyes avoided hers as he looked around the room quickly. "No. I don't know," he said in a soft voice. A tone that was rarely used, even around present company.

A smile tugged at her lips. "You don't know." She walked the few steps that had been put between them and wrapped her arms around his neck. "What don't you know?"