It has been several days now since that night. Yes, the night that had Bulma flying sky high ever since. By now, they had their passionate moments in almost every corner of Capsule Corp, which she would blush at every time she passes by the places where Vegeta would capture her in a deep devouring kiss and lead her to a more intimate situation.

Since Dr. Briefs has decided to take over the mending of the ship, it has taken longer than expected as the scientist would install better and more unbelievably tech savvy gadgets to make the prince's life easier while travelling in space, thus, giving Bulma more time to enjoy herself, in a way the old scientist need not know.

This left Vegeta idle as he was not able to train, plus he chose not to since he'll be training soon enough in a more substantial environment – space, where there are more challenges which he would eventually come across. On top of that, he'd rather do some other vigorous activities with a certain blue head.

Vegeta cocked his head to the side as he thought about blue head. He has two in his hands now. One blue head who he has absolutely no attachments with whatsoever and another one who he's intimately smitten with. He'd prefer to muse about the latter.

He will be leaving first thing in the morning, once everything is prepared. He would make sure there will be extra supplies of everything because he will be gone for months and only return when the androids arrive or when he has reached the legendary.

He was roaming around the compound once again, with images of a very naked Bulma cluttering in his mind. He'd remember the way she would scream his name on the brink of pleasure, how she had begged him to stop, only to go harder, faster and deeper just seconds later. She was tight, he recalled when he first plunged into her.

Just thinking of slamming into her again and again and again made him hard. He closes his eyes and took in a deep breath as he tried to control his disobedient organ. He wanted her again and he wanted her now.

Bulma was tinkering with something in the GR and that was where Vegeta found her, oily, dirty and oh-so-tasty. Her hair was dishevelled and her outfit was a drag from climbing up and down the machine the whole morning. She had decided to take over the mending from her father today. She pitied the old man, really. With Vegeta constantly buzzing at his side to make the ship to be more efficient in speed and chart reading.

With that, Bulma now has to configure all the location of each and every galaxy, planet and quadrants which Vegeta had to inconveniently provide. He was acting rather annoyed when the Briefs were having a hard time indulging in the existence of each solar systems, it almost drove him to crossover the line of insanity.

But Bulma always made him feel better afterwards, or rather he seeks Bulma out.

Feeling a hand circling her waist, Bulma spun around and with a screwdriver in her hand, she plunge it straight to her attacker's head only to find out that her hand was being withhold in a much stronger grip. Focusing on her attacker, she narrowed her eyes when it was only Vegeta.

"Do NOT... sneak up on me like that!" she seethed and turn around to proceed with whatever she was doing, completely ignoring the saiyan in heat. Well, she didn't know that, but she will.

Vegeta smirked at her head and reach out both arms to her shoulder. In one swift jerk, he spun her around and locks her on the wall with both hands planted beside her head. He looked at her with an animalistic want and Bulma instantly melted when his hands slide behind her butt and down to her thighs. He pulled her thighs forward and places both legs behind him so they were wounding around his waist.

"Don't.. " Not giving her a chance to speak, Vegeta capture her mouth with his and kissed her sensually and slowly.

"... ever," she managed to say in between kisses.

"... s-sneak... sneak up on... " he deepened the kiss as his hands roam to her breasts, giving them a light squeeze.

"Ahem!"

Vegeta let go of Bulma instantly and she fell to the metal floor on her ass. She quickly got up and smiled nervously at the intruder, but not before giving Vegeta a disapproval glare.

"H-hey daddy,"

"The urm... gravity stimulator, I mean, simulator... needs to be looked at again, dear," Dr. Briefs stammered, feeling a rush of heat circling his cheeks. It wasn't a very intriguing sight to find his kin engaged in a steamy position with a man and who would have thought the man was their very own alien guest. Interesting.

"Of course, daddy," Bulma quickly agreed as the tension in the room grew when Vegeta was just standing there with crossed arms, glaring impatiently at the both of them. He thanked God his arousal has limped the moment the old man appeared and turned off the steam.

"Well, I-I guess I should be going. I hear your mother calling," that was a blatant lie and Vegeta knew it because with his acute hearing, he didn't hear any annoying chirping.

"Okay, dad. Don't worry, I'll take care of the stimu- I mean simulator!" she giggled nervously.

"Bye bye now."

Dr. Briefs bid the both of them goodbye and hurriedly scurried out of the awkward situation, and Vegeta's war path. He looked like he was about to skin the old man alive.

"Do you have to look at him like that?" she huffed and turned around to face Vegeta, at the same time letting out a relieved sigh.

"Like what?!"

"Exactly... like that," she slowly pointed out, as her finger pokes him gently in the face.

He growled at her, disliking the fact that she thinks she can poke and prod him as when she likes. Bulma's eyes widened and retrieve her fingers, afraid that he might bite on it and that was exactly what he did. Before Bulma could see anything, he moved his head so fast, his teeth was already on her finger. The bite wasn't hard but it wasn't gentle either, and just enough to make her yelp in pain.

"Eeek Vegeta! That was painful," she yelled, cradling her injured finger and gave a little pout.

"What a baby," scoffed Vegeta as he turned on his heel and marched towards the exit of the GR.

Bulma glared at his retreating form and stuck out her tongue at his head just about the same time he turned back around. Vegeta saw that childish gesture and smirked at her, "We'll put that to use later. We still have unfinished business to attend to but for now," he paused for effect as his smirk got wider and he cocked his head to the main console of the GR.

"You have your unfinished business to attend to."

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The evening sun was eager to set south, thus causing the skies to darken before time. The birds flew to the direction of their homes, garden animals scurried back to their hide outs. The night's breeze began to blow at the trees, dancing with the leaves. Everyone was happy tonight. Everyone but Goku.

"Where is she?"

"She's in her home," Goku muttered gloomily.

"And he?"

".... with her," he replied after a long pause.

Silence clouded the room. No one spoke as one of them was in deep thoughts. Goku was fidgeting nervously as he shifts his weight from one foot to another. After a long intensive sparring match with Piccolo he headed straight home, hoping to find mountains of food on the table ready for him and true enough, there was. Chi Chi told him that Korin paid the house a visit and because Goku wasn't there, the cat-like creature left and leave behind a senzu bean after knowing about Yamcha's condition. So Goku wasn't allowed to pig out if Yamcha didn't receive the magical bean.

"Are you sure, Yamcha?"

"Yes, I'm sure, Goku,"

Yamcha has awakened from his coma about two hours ago. They had to run multiple tests on him before he was allowed to speak to anyone. What the doctors didn't know was that Chi Chi had ground the rare senzu bean into liquid and had Goku to drip them into his mouth, thus causing his wake. It didn't work at first because Yamcha's health was really deteriorating fast but after a half an hour or so, he began to show effect by moving his fingers and batting his eyelids.

Yamcha wanted to give Vegeta and Bulma a piece of his mind. Only he and Bulma knew what actually happened that night, but some misunderstanding must have occurred on somebody's part and he paid for it – brutally.

So he had asked Goku to help him to get to Capsule Corp by instant transmission. He needed answers from Bulma as to why he couldn't remember doing the things he did when he did it only to remember them all when he was sober. About Vegeta? He just hates the guy to death now.

Goku was reluctant to agree with his demand. He knew that it was around this time that Bulma and Vegeta would get together, thus perfecting the correct timeline when Trunks will be born, 9 months later. He didn't know if they had bedded but he wasn't going to take the risk to let Yamcha interfere. Not until Goku was sure that the couple have conceived Trunks.

"Please, Goku," Yamcha begged as he looked into Goku's eyes. The desperation in him was so great, Goku couldn't deny him. Yamcha is his best friend too, but so is Bulma and when Bulma made up her mind about something, nobody can change it. And when somebody tried to change it, that person is dead. Goku was pretty sure Bulma wanted Vegeta and with Yamcha prepared to interfere, he was put into the hardest of situations.

"Ok, fine. I'll come by tomorrow morning. You rest for now, please?"

Yamcha gave him a smile and mouthed a thank you as they bid goodnight. When Goku left, Yamcha's smile turned into a wicked smirk. He knew the reason why Bulma did what she did. He knew that she had deliberately drugged his drink and made him to do the things he shouldn't have done. He knew the real reason behind her doings was the asshole prince and somehow, the little blue haired wench managed to twist the story, or perhaps left the story untold and Vegeta made his own assumptions, took immediate action towards the culprit, namely, him and gave him what he thought he deserved.

Scoffing at his own fate, Yamcha shook his head as he stare blankly at the wall across the room.

"Well done, Bulma Briefs... Well done. We'll see who's laughing tomorrow."