Prompt: Glory. This is story is the sequel/continuation of The Search.

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

He could feel heat rising on his cheeks as his eyes connected with hers. "There's a lot of things I don't know," he admitted, hoping to get her on a different subject.

The small smile turned into a grin. "Why were you looking for me?" She leaned in to nuzzle his neck. Her lips ghosted over the tanned skin as they ran up and over his jaw before reaching the ear. "Is something broken?" she whispered against the shell.

"It doesn't matter now anyway," he bit out as his hands locked at the small of her back. A small amount of laughter tickled his ear drum as his nose brushed against her cheek. "What?" the question harsh yet soft as his mouth hovered just above her jaw and next to her ear.

She leaned back, her back arching against his clasped hands. A soft smile was placed on her lips now as her hands landed on his cheeks. "Nothing." She pulled his lips to hers as she savored the rare moment.

Public displays of affection were not big on his list, even within the house. The reason being that her parents, mainly her mother, could walk in on them at any moment if they weren't behind locked doors. That ditz of a woman seemed to have some hyper radar that alerted her to when he and Bulma where enjoying some alone time, but he couldn't help his lips from responding to hers. His eyes drifted closed as her sweet warmness swirled around him.

Her arms draped over his shoulders as she pushed herself against him. His fingers itched to move lower and cup her bottom, but he ignored it. A soft moan escaped from her throat as she continued to press against him. His eyes cracked open to peer at her and their surroundings.

Any minute he just knew that woman would come strolling in here with that stupid look on her face. Then she'd act all surprised to catch them kissing. Only to have the whole fiasco turn into an excuse for the blonde to ask when she would be getting more grandchildren.

He let loose a groan as teeth nipped at his bottom lip. "Bulma," the name slipped out softly when she pulled an inch away. His face moved forward as his lips continued to seek more of her kisses.

"Tell me."

The words stopped his forward motion in a split second as his eyes narrowed. "Tell you what?" he asked in a dangerously low tone.

"You didn't need help with anything, did you?" A sly smile crept onto her features as she rested her forehead against his.

"No," he answered easily, but knew it wasn't going to be the end of her questioning. "So what?"

A hand slid up his back to let the fingers rest against the side of his neck. "I want you to tell me," her words were soft and sweet as she leaned back in to brush her lips against his.

He pressed their lips more firmly together as his right hand moved to rest on the back of her head. He would never admit that he secretly enjoyed her little games of trying to sucker him into saying something. Although when it came to getting him to actually do something-he mentally smirked.

His tongue snaked out to run along her closed lips. She tried to pull back, but the hand on her head kept her from doing so. Her eyes narrowed again as she caught sight of his and saw the challenge in them.

"Yo, Bulma!"

The happy-go-lucky tone made the pair look to the side. Vegeta immediately released his wife and was about to take the unexpected interruption as a chance to escape, but Bulma kept a hold of his shirt.

"Don't tell me something else broke." Bulma let out a small sigh of disappointment as her other hand caught hold of Vegeta's hand, and once again stopping him from escaping.

Goku gave her a thoughtful look before replying, "I don't think so. I just came back to say thanks. Chi-chi and I are both real grateful that you could fix the stove for us." He gave a slight bow of his head before continuing again, "But I'll let you two get back to business."

"Kakarot," Vegeta growled loudly before said man lifted two fingers to his forehead and was gone again. He turned to stare at Bulma, a slight pinkish tinge to his cheeks. "That idiot is…."

Goku suddenly appeared again. "I almost forget. Chi-chi wants you to come over for dinner some time." His gaze landed on Vegeta. "You okay, Vegeta?"

"No I'm not okay!" he bellowed before Bulma put the hand that had been holding his shirt over his mouth. His eyes narrowed dangerously again as they flicked between the other two occupants of the room.

"That sounds lovely. Tell Chi-chi I'll give her a call later."

Goku gave a sharp nod before quickly disappearing again.

"Can't you build some kind of force-field to keep him from doing that?"

The low growl beside her made her laugh lightly. "I don't know. Do you think I can?" she asked slyly.

He blew out a breath as he turned his attention back to her. "Of course I do."

The hand that was still holding onto his tugged, hoping he'd come closer, and he did. "Then tell me what I want to hear," she coaxed.

He grit his teeth before giving in. "I was looking for you because." It didn't matter now because he knew that she would bug him until the time for his answer. An answer she knew even without him saying it, so why was it so damned important? "I just wanted to see you."

"There, was that so hard?" she asked softly as her nose rubbed against his.

"Yes." He pulled away from her with a huff. "Now go build that damn force-field to keep that idiot from popping in and out and taking you without anybody knowing."

Laughter bubbled up and out as she looked at his stiff back. "I'm not building any kind of device to keep Goku out." She walked over and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, but I'm not."

He jerked away from her, making sure to keep his back to her. "You're an evil woman, Bulma." His bottom lip barely stuck out as his arms crossed over his chest.

The pout in his voice made her rigid as she leaned forward before taking the next few steps. "What's wrong with that?" She stepped around him so she was facing him.

A hand raised to wipe imaginary tears away as he pretend sniffled. "I'm just." Both arms raised to drag her into a hug. His cheek lay his cheek against hers. "I'm just so proud of you." He pulled back to look at her in the eyes. "But," he said seriously, "I'll have to punish you for lying to me."

Sharp, short laughter stuck in her throat as she snuggled against him. "Maybe I could make a shock collar for him. Then whenever he does something bad, it'll give a shock."

"Don't say things you don't mean," he warned.