Sorry for the longer wait for this one. Longer chapter for a longer wait :P Thanks for all the reviews everyone :DD

MissieMidget1204- LOL sorry XD If anyone wants to read a story about RaditzxOC, go read MissieMidget1204's Apia! It's fantastic! :)

SliverofHope- I know right? As I was writing it, I was like the cuteness level is over 9000! Oh yeah, I went there. XD

Special thanks to WhatTheFridge, thank you for keeping up on my mistakes :p If anyone goes back to read chapter seven, you'll see some slight, very slight changes. Nothing major.

If anyone is looking for good BulmaxVegeta stories, go check out VEGETA-RIAN01's From another planet! It's well written and has a ton of humor! :)

Anyway, this chapter is going to be intense in the beginning but it's going to be very light-hearted after that. Vegeta and Bulma's relationship continues to grow and they learn more about each other. It's got the most humor out of all of the chapters…probably will be out of the entire story, actually. Enjoy!

Disclaimer- I don't own DragonBall, DragonBall Z, DragonBall GT or anything else DragonBall related, Akira Toriyama does. I wish I could say that I did but I don't. *cries* I only own this story and my OCs Ki'ilina and Hertue, who makes a re-appearance this chapter!

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The door opened to reveal Zarbon sneering down at them. He took note of Bulma's compromising position on top of Vegeta and his eyes narrowed. "Well, well, well. What have we here? Getting closer to the Saiyan prince are we?"

Bulma flushed and quickly got up off of Vegeta who continued lying on the floor in a confused stupor. "Uh, no Zarbon. I...tripped."

Zarbon laughed, not believing her lie, "Oh yes. 'Tripped'. I'm sure."

"Why are you here anyway?" Bulma crossed her arms across her chest.

"Lord Frieza has caught word that you've finished your invention. He immediately wants to see the results of your work. Lord Frieza is waiting."

Bulma walked over to the door and followed Zarbon out, who promptly put hand cuffs on her. The door shut and Vegeta was alone in the room. Left in silence.

Vegeta sat up on his arms, checking his surroundings. He shook his head furiously. He was trying to vigorously figure out if the events before Zarbon had actually occurred and they weren't just a dream. Vegeta could still feel Bulma's soft palms placed on his firm chest. He remembered the lustful eyes she stared at him with. Vegeta remembered how her breasts felt, pushed up against his chest when his tail had taken a mind of its own and held her close. Her plump, luscious lips had nearly been pressed to his own. Oh, how he desired to taste them.

Wait...what?

"What the hell is wrong with me?"

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Zarbon led Bulma down unfamiliar hallways. They passed many different henchmen that were bruised, battered and sweaty. It was no different from normal though. They all still gazed at her slender body with greed.

They came to a large open area titled in some foreign words. Bulma looked around the room, scoping it out. It was an immense gymnasium. Henchmen were training in every corner. Bulma noticed Frieza in the center of the room with a bunch of guards. One of the guards held her newly designed weapon. She gulped and took a deep breath.

Zarbon knelt to the ground after removing Bulma's hand cuffs, "Lord Frieza, the girl, as you requested."

"Thank you, Zarbon." He turned to Bulma, "Aren't you going to greet me, my dear?"

Bulma held back her desire to throw up and bowed to Frieza. "Why have you requested my presence, Lord Frieza?"

Frieza smiled creepily, "It's come to my attention that you have completed your weapon design." He gestured to the gun in a henchman's arms. She did a double take as she recognized the alien as Hertue. "I'd like to see the fruits of your work."

Bulma nodded as Frieza continued, "Show Hertue how it works."

Hertue stepped forward out of the line of henchmen and Bulma stood beside him. "Okay...um...so..."

Bulma's mind was jumbled around. She couldn't remember anything about what her weapon was made of or how to use it. She was having a major brain freeze. Bulma began to panic and her hands started to shake. If she couldn't tell him, then Frieza-

"Dr. Briefs, are you going to explain it to him of not?" Frieza's irritated voice pierced her thoughts.

"Huh? Oh...yes. Sorry."

Bulma mentally slapped herself across the face.

Damnit, Bulma get it together! You can't screw this up...one mistake, one wrong move and Frieza will surely kill you...or worse. Come on, focus...focus! You got this. You're Bulma Briefs!

Bulma cleared her throat quickly and stared Hertue straight in the eye, making sure she had his attention. "The weapon is pretty basic. The correct holding position is how you're carrying it now. The gun itself is ki-based. You let your ki flow through the gun, bringing it to power."

Hertue did as he was told and the gun promptly lit up, coming to life. The gun was illuminated by Hertue's crimson ki. It hummed quietly in his hands.

"Good. It's easy right? It's also lighter than the older model. Try using the bladed attachment."

Hertue moved around swiftly, slashing and slicing the air with the blade. He stopped before Bulma, "It is satisfactory."

Bulma grinned proudly. Of course it was. She made it. "Now try using your ki to fire a blast. Your ki mixes with the material inside and fires it out with more power."

Hertue followed Bulma's instructions without any objections. His ki began to glow a brighter red. The light turned white and in a blinding flash, it exploded. The smoke cleared and Hertue's body was incinerated. He was still alive, but horribly scarred and barely breathing.

Bulma gasped in horror, fearfully looking at Frieza. He was furious, his claws digging into his palms.

The blue haired woman stuttered, "W-wait, Lord Frieza! It-it wasn't supposed to do that! I swear!"

Frieza snarled at her and snapped his fingers. "Zarbon..."

"Yes, my Lord! Bring him out!"

A panel in the flooring opened. It lowered to somewhere unknown and seconds later it returned with three occupants standing on top of it.

Bulma's eyes widened in shock, "Vegeta!"

The Saiyan prince struggled in the grip of the two henchmen he was guarded by. His eyes locked with hers for a brief moment. He growled and yelled many threats such as, "You will rue the day you messed with the Prince of all Saiyans!"

Frieza stepped out of the group of guards. "Release him from his bonds."

The guards on Vegeta nodded, "Yes, Lord Frieza," and removed them.

"Go stand with the others."

Frieza's henchmen ran over to the group. Their faces were all in sneers, knowing what was going to occur. Bulma saw Ki'ilina among them. She, however, was not excited unlike the others. Frieza motioned for Bulma to come near. She dutifully came, her eyes not leaving the Saiyan prince. Vegeta stood, glaring at Frieza with hatred.

"Now my dear, why would you try to make such a weapon? You know the consequences."

Bulma's voice was cracking, "Please, Lord Frieza! I swear, it was not supposed to do that!"

Frieza ignored her and glanced back at Vegeta. He smirked, and fired a ki blast. Vegeta moved out of the way, firing his own attack. Frieza easily deflected it with a flick of his wrist.

"Come now Vegeta, we've played this game before. You know I'm supposed to fire at you and you sit there flailing around angrily like the pathetic monkey you are."

Vegeta growled and threw more energy discs at Frieza. The tyrant dodged them all without breaking a sweat. Vegeta's attacks exploded violently, making cracks in the building's structure. The Saiyan prince conjured up one giant blast and hurled it at Frieza. He evaded it quickly, but failed to notice Vegeta disappearing. Vegeta reappeared behind Frieza and launched a powerful kick to the tyrant's chest. Frieza keeled over in shock. From the sidelines, Bulma silently cheered Vegeta on.

"Take that, you fucking lizard!" Vegeta yelled triumphantly.

Frieza returned to his normal stance, "It seems you've learned a few new tricks, monkey prince."

"Or maybe I've just been holding back to one day surprise you with my real power."

Frieza laughed, "I'd die to see that. But I guarantee you'll die first."

Vegeta said nothing to Frieza's previous words. The two stared at each other with intensity. Frieza moved slightly and Vegeta's muscles tightened with tension. Frieza leapt at Vegeta who swiftly jumped out of the way. Vegeta turned to smirk at his opponent who had easily missed his target. A millisecond later, Vegeta cursed at himself. Damnit! He'd left the woman wide open and unprotected! Vegeta shot across the room to Bulma like a rocket. He landed in front of her just before Frieza released a ki blast. The Saiyan prince yelled in agony, shielding Bulma from the attack. Frieza's hand lowered to his side and the tyrant grinned maliciously. Vegeta fell to his knees, struggling to stand.

"Vegeta!" Bulma gasped, kneeling beside him.

He harshly growled in a low tone, "Not now, woman! I'm-"

Another ki blast was aimed right at their feet, causing them to rise up suddenly. Frieza continued firing as they moved across the gymnasium floor. Vegeta kept himself in front of Bulma as much as possible.

"Separate them."

Frieza's words were enough of a distraction to make Vegeta lose track of Bulma. He looked back and she was gone. Vegeta's head whipped around to see her in the arms of Zarbon with the rest of the henchmen.

"And now it's you and me again. Wouldn't want the precious flower getting in the way now would we?" Frieza chuckled.

Vegeta's eyes flitted back and forth from Frieza to Bulma, keeping her in his sights, making sure Zarbon had his hands to himself. Surprisingly, he did. It was undoubtedly only because Frieza was present.

Vegeta rushed at Frieza head on. Frieza also moved to meet Vegeta in the center of the room. Vegeta threw a flurry of attacks at Frieza who blocked them and then retaliated with his own. The two combatants both kicked at one another at the same time. Next, they matched each other with a punch. Then, they disappeared. Bulma gasped in shock and awe. Her eyes frantically looked around for them. She could hear them fighting, but she couldn't see them how much she tried. Bulma told herself they must have been moving too fast for her to see. It continued for what seemed like a long time.

A loud crack emitted in the gymnasium and Bulma saw Vegeta's body descending to the ground. He landed with a sickening thud. Bulma's hands covered her mouth in horror. Vegeta was covered in bruises and his own crimson blood was dripping down his skin.

Frieza turned away from Vegeta without a care. He leisurely began to stroll back to the group. He glanced back when he heard painful groans.

Frieza smirked. That monkey prince didn't know when to quit.

Vegeta's body shook and trembled as he struggled to rise to his feet. Inch by inch, he got up ever so slowly. He momentarily lost his balance and swayed, nearly falling over. Vegeta ran at Frieza, firing attacks as he went. The attacks were strained and injuring Vegeta with each shot. Frieza emotionlessly aimed a single ki beam, striking Vegeta in the knee. Vegeta stumbled, but continued his useless onslaught of attacks.

"You just don't know when to quit, do you?"

Frieza disappeared and then reappeared next to Vegeta. The ebony haired male shrunk away from Frieza. The tyrant reached out to Vegeta and grabbed his tail in his hands. Vegeta cried out in surprise and tried to wrench his tail from Frieza's grip.

"Let go of me!" He yelled ferociously.

Frieza cackled, "I think I won't, monkey prince. It's been awhile since I've touched you." His lips turned into a sadistic grin.

Vegeta's eyes dilated as the memories came rushing back to him. His efforts for freedom increased tenfold, but Frieza didn't loosen his hold. Frieza tugged on Vegeta's tail and Vegeta fell to the ground with a pained scream.

"Vegeta!" Bulma shrieked. She began to run over to Vegeta but Zarbon's arms latched onto her. The bluenette struggled to remove Zarbon's hands but he wouldn't give in. "Vegeta, no!"

Frieza continued pulling on Vegeta's tail. The Saiyan prince had never felt such pain in his entire life. He could feel tears forming in his eyes but his pride refused to let them fall. Frieza formed a ki blast in his palm and fired at Vegeta dead on. Vegeta choked out gasps of pain and he coughed up blood. Frieza released his hold on Vegeta's tail and he fell to the floor in a heap.

The tyrant smirked once more and slowly walked over to Bulma. "This is what happens when you try to fool me. People get hurt. You wouldn't want Vegeta getting hurt again now would you?"

Bulma held back her tears and shook her head from side to side, "No, Lord Frieza. I beg you for forgiveness. If you'll let me, I'll redesign the weapon..."

"Make it so." Frieza turned and called over his shoulder, "Take her back to the cell. You know what to do with the monkey."

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Bulma sat in the cell with her head in her knees. The events that had happened in the gymnasium were haunting her. Hertue's burning body. Vegeta protecting her from Frieza's blasts. Frieza relentlessly attacking Vegeta. The tyrant practically ripping Vegeta's tail from his body. Vegeta's agonizing screams. His screams replayed over and over in her mind.

Bulma sniffled, letting a few tears fall. "This is all my fault..."

Bulma was under every impression that Vegeta had died after Zarbon took her back to the cell. She had a vivid image of Vegeta breathlessly lying on the floor in a pool of his blood. She shuddered continuously at the thought.

Why didn't she think of the possibility that things could go wrong? Why didn't she bother to test the gun with Ki'ilina?

She had instantly destroyed all of their chances to escape. Without Vegeta no one was getting out. Ki'ilina was strong; Bulma knew this without even seeing her fight, but her confidence in being able to defeat Zarbon was enough proof. But Vegeta was the brute strength of the group. Ki'ilina wasn't nearly as strong as him but she knew the prison the best and how to stealthily navigate it. Bulma sighed. She was just the brains of the group. Sure, she could fight, but she was nowhere near the fighting abilities of Vegeta and Ki'ilina. All of this was her fault. All of their efforts, all of their time and patience was now wasted on her mistake. Her foolish mistake killed Vegeta.

"Vegeta...I am so sorry...I've let us all down..."

A racking sob hit Bulma like a torrential storm and the tears flowed more freely down her cheeks. Bulma's aquamarine hair fell around her face as she curled up into a ball and her cries continued through the night.

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Slowly a few days passed and time went on for Bulma. She sat in her cell all alone. No one to talk to, no one to listen to, no one to interact with. God, is this what Vegeta had gone through before she arrived? It was so lonely and depressing. This is what it was truly like to be in the cell, had Vegeta not been there.

Bulma was brought her food like normal. She ate it like normal, choking it down. She would train if she felt like it, but it was almost never. Bathroom breaks were no different either. Bulma would ask Ki'ilina if Vegeta really did die, but she would always respond saying she didn't know.

Currently, Bulma was doing her lunchtime bathroom break. She finished her business, washed her hands and walked out with Ki'ilina. Normally the two would quietly talk about their plans of escaping or recent events, but since the incident Bulma didn't speak much. Ki'ilina could tell Bulma was becoming depressed and tried to talk her out of it, but Bulma ignored her. She wasn't the one who killed Vegeta.

Once they reached cell 732 Ki'ilina removed Bulma's handcuffs and opened the door for Bulma. The blue eyed woman sadly stared into yellow orbs. Ki'ilina frowned, Bulma was a wreck. Bulma tore her eyes away from Ki'ilina's and silently dragged her feet, walking into the cell. The door closed and Bulma was ready to fall back into her solidarity when she gasped quietly.

Sitting on the floor in the center of the room was a body facing the opposite direction. The person's hair was swept up into a flame-style...Bulma shook her head. No! It couldn't be...Vegeta?

"Vegeta...?" She whispered.

As the head turned around Bulma nearly launched herself at the person. She tackled them to the floor. Bulma stared long and hard at the person, making complete sure it was Vegeta. She wanted to be sure she wasn't hallucinating or becoming completely insane.

"Woman, what the hell are you doing?"

Oh, yeah. That was definitely Vegeta.

"Vegeta, what the hell! Where were you? I was worried sick about you! I thought you fucking died, you jackass!" She yelled, punching him in the chest.

"Died?" Vegeta quirked an eyebrow, "Why the hell would you think that?"

"Are you serious? Maybe because Frieza kicked the shit out of you? You-you were bleeding everywhere and...and...-" Bulma stopped in mid-sentence.

Bulma's mind raced as she thought of the moments from days before. Every moment was perfectly remembered in her mind and they couldn't be scrubbed away. She felt her eyes swell up with tears but she blinked them back. "I thought you died Vegeta...and it was all my fault. I should have tested it more and-"

Vegeta put a hand to her mouth, "Be quiet. It is nothing to worry over. Besides, I won't die. You'd miss me too much." He grinned slyly.

Bulma blushed slightly and removed Vegeta's hand. Her eyes squinted suspiciously, inspecting his hand. There were no bruises, no scabs. She checked his arms and his legs. Bulma even lifted up his shirt to see if his chest had injuries.

"What the hell are you doing now, woman?"

"Vegeta, why don't you have any injuries? Surely you couldn't have healed that fast!"

"Frieza put me in a healing tank. It speeds up the healing process. What would have normally taken months to repair takes days. There are no bruises left behind. Just scars."

"Can I touch them?"

"Why would you want to do that?"

Bulma shrugged, I'm a scientist. These kinds of things interest me. So can I?"

Vegeta responded shortly, "No."

Bulma rolled her eyes. She decided that arguing with Vegeta when he had just returned was not for the best and let it be. Vegeta immediately began training as soon as they stopped talking. Bulma smiled, he hadn't changed a bit. Even nearly dying wouldn't stop him from working out.

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Later that night, Bulma tossed and turned in her sleep. The scenes of Vegeta practically dead were haunting her even though he was perfectly healthy. Her hands flailed around and she smacked Vegeta across the face.

Vegeta angrily woke up and began shaking her, "Woman!"

Bulma stirred, rubbing her eyes, "Huh? Vegeta what-"

"You woke me up! You hit me, woman!"

Bulma stuck her tongue out at him, "You're a big boy, you can handle it."

"Well knock it off!" Vegeta growled.

"Oh, sorry I'm having nightmares about you dying, Vegeta!" She said sarcastically. "I can't help it if I thought it was all over because I thought you died! I'm sure you had nightmares when your mother died!" She yelled furiously.

Vegeta snarled, "Well that was my mother! She was important to me! I'm not a human where every fucking thing is important!"

Bulma's eyes lowered to the bed. "Not everything is important. But you are important to me, Vegeta. You're my friend with whom I have a very dysfunctional relationship. Without you, Ki'ilina and I will never get out of here. You're the only one who has a chance against Frieza. Sorry for thinking everything had been thrown down the shitter when I saw you lying motionless!"

The bluenette turned to face the wall again. She crossed her arms in anger. Vegeta glanced at her silently. He slumped back against the bed, letting his thoughts consume him. Friends? Vegeta snorted. Saiyans did not make friends. Allies maybe, but not friends. Or was that what humans called their allies? This was all very confusing and irritating to Vegeta. He was going to fall asleep again when the woman's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Vegeta?"

"What...?" He growled in an annoyed manner.

"I can't sleep."

"Why is this my problem?"

Bulma sighed while rolling her eyes. She sat up in the bed. Her eyes lit up suddenly, "Oh! I have an idea!"

Vegeta said nothing and waited for her to continue. "Since I can't sleep and we need a way to pass the time, I have the perfect way to do that!" She paused for effect, "Truth or dare!"

Vegeta stared at her curiously, "What in god's name is that?"

"A lot of fun!" She grinned. "We ask each other questions or to do wacky things. You can't back down after the question is asked either. For truths you ask the other person a question that you have to be honest about. For dares, you have to do some crazy thing and it's usually hilarious."

Vegeta scowled, "That sounds completely asinine."

"Maybe...but its fun and it will pass the time!"

"Fine, I'll partake in your silly game."

Bulma giggled excitedly, "Okay, since it was my idea to start playing I get to ask you first!"

Vegeta groaned with an irritated tone. He should have known she would pull that move.

"Alright then...truth or dare, Vegeta!"

"Dare." He mumbled.

"I dare you...to let me touch your scars."

Vegeta crossed his arms, "Woman, I will not let you do that."

"Too late! I dared you already, you can't back out!"

"You had this planned even before I agreed to play didn't you?"

Bulma winked, "Maybe."

Vegeta muttered a few curse words under his breath. The next thing he knew, Bulma's palm had laid across his right bicep. Her hand was surprisingly soft as it roved over his scarred skin. Her eyes were locked on the many marks and her forefinger gently traced the outlines. Bulma surprised herself and Vegeta when she put a finger to her lips and placed the same finger to his scars. Vegeta shivered slightly and his eyes dilated.

"Woman? What...?"

Bulma gave him a small smile, "My mother used to do that when I got bruises or injuries. She always said 'kisses will make it better'. It's kind of silly, but it did sort of help."

"But...why...?" Vegeta was utterly confused.

Bulma shrugged and laughed, "I guess I thought it would help you heal better...I don't know really."

"Hn." He looked away and then back to Bulma. "I believe it is my turn to ask. Truth or dare, woman."

"Truth."

Vegeta was silent for a moment. He was clearly in thought over Bulma's truth. Bulma laughed again. He was trying way too hard at this.

"What is something you are ashamed of?"

"Why do you want to know that?"

The ebony haired man smirked, "You never said certain things were off limits."

"Alright, alright. Fair enough." Bulma tapped a finger against her chin in thought. "Something I'm ashamed of is...letting my ex-boyfriend cheat on me. I gave him three fantastic years together. A friend of mine told me he was sneaking around with some bimbo. I never thought I could be deceived and I never thought he would be the one to do it. I was furious...I couldn't believe I was almost ready to give myself to him."

"You mean mate with him?"

Bulma nodded and leaped off the bed as her legs were growing numb from sitting cross-legged. She sat on the ground with her legs out in front of her, leaning back on her palms. "Yes. Strangely, I think that it is more meaningful to Saiyans."

"It is. Saiyans mate for life. We will share a bed with many, but once the right mate has been found, that one is a Saiyan's one and only mate for forever. No exceptions and no reversals."

"So it's kind of like a marriage, but a hell of a lot more strict. Marriages can be revoked and people can get divorces if they change their minds. I think it's stupid really...Why marry someone if you're just going to divorce them seventy-two days later? It's a waste of money and time."

"That's why Saiyans mate for life. There is a celebration for the couple and that's it."

"Is there some kind of Saiyan ritual?"

"Ritual?"

"Yeah. Do you have to do some sort of spiritual connection? Or mark them as your mate? Like a bite mark?"

Vegeta stared at Bulma with a raised eyebrow. "Why the hell…? No, woman, there is no ritual. When two Saiyans mate musk is given off and it stays on their person. Every Saiyan has their own personal scent."

"Oh." Bulma said sheepishly.

"A bite mark? Really?" Vegeta smirked at her mockingly.

"Oh, shut up. It's my turn now. Truth or dare, Vegeta."

"Dare."

"You're going to regret that!"

Vegeta's smirk fell, "...why...?"

"I dare you to dance for one whole minute."

"No."

"You have to! It's the rules of the game!"

The Saiyan prince scowled, crossing his arms. "No."

Bulma rolled her eyes, "Would you rather I dance with you?"

"Why would that matter?"

"It'd be less awkward for you. Since I'm assuming you don't know how to dance." Bulma grinned cheekily.

"I know how to dance! We had many celebrations that included dancing. I'm a prince, so naturally I know."

"So dance with me."

In a flash, Vegeta was gone from the bed and at Bulma's feet. He looked down at her, gazing straight into her blue orbs. Vegeta slowly held his hand out to her. Bulma's eyes never left Vegeta's as she softly placed her hand in his. He guided her up off of the floor, wrapping an arm around her waist. Bulma laid her free hand upon his muscled shoulder as they began to sway to imaginary music.

Much to Bulma's surprise, Vegeta was a very skilled dancer. She had half expected him to be stepping on her feet every few seconds, but he never did. He even managed to keep to the beat better than she was. Vegeta noticed Bulma's surprise and he slyly smiled at her. Bulma once again stuck her tongue out at him. She had never stuck her tongue out at anyone so much before. Vegeta made her feel so childish when she did that. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, she loved her childhood. It reminded her of a time when Frieza wasn't around.

Vegeta naturally led Bulma through the dance. Bulma mentally rolled her eyes; of course he wouldn't her lead.

They moved silently, matching each other's steps. Bulma wouldn't look Vegeta in the eye, she stared at his chest. Vegeta zoned out, looking past her head. They moved forward, then backward, and from side to side. Vegeta spun her around a few times. She turned around and around. He spun her around for one more time, her back settled against his chest with grace.

Bulma glanced up to notice Vegeta staring right back at her. She blushed under his gaze. The bluenette slowly removed her hands from Vegeta, regaining her personal space.

"My turn." Vegeta said, sitting on the floor.

Bulma sat on the ground next to him, "Let me have it!"

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare!"

"I dare you to dance for one minute."

Bulma frowned and yelled, "Vegeta! That was my dare for you! You can't copy me!"

"Well what the hell? I've never played before I don't know what I'm doing."

"Fine. We'll skip your dare for me. Now it's your turn, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"If you could wish for anything in the world what would it be? There are no restrictions or consequences to whatever it is."

"I would wish for Frieza to not exist." He paused. "Then again, I'm going to defeat him...so I'll change my answer. I would wish to bring back my people."

Bulma nodded, "Understandable."

"Truth or dare, woman."

"Truth."

"What is something you are proud of?"

"Aw, man...I can't pick just one thing." Bulma groaned.

"Just choose."

"Well one of them is along with what I'm ashamed of. I'm ashamed he was able to cheat on me and get away with it, but I got my sweet revenge. I called him out on it in front of about a hundred people. And since I was heiress to Capsule Corporation, pretty much everyone knew who I was and who I was dating. Needless to say, he wasn't dating anyone for a long time."

Vegeta snorted, "I'm not surprised. Unfaithful mates are a disgrace."

Bulma half smiled, "I'm there with you on that one. Truth or dare, Vegeta."

"Dare."

Bulma thought long and hard about this one. She had it narrowed down to either one dare or another. She could tell Vegeta was getting impatient so she decided on one of them quickly.

"I dare you to do something you've never done before."

Vegeta sat for a few moments. He was engrossed in his thoughts, unaware of what he would do for his dare. There were only certain things he could do. He knew there was one thing he could definitely do...but the outcomes of it...he wasn't sure how it would change future events. He noticed Bulma's eyes shutting from exhaustion. If he timed it just right...

"Vegeta are you going to-"

Bulma's question was cut short because Vegeta's lips had placed themselves over hers. Her eyes shot open and then slowly closed as she wrapped her arms around Vegeta's neck. Vegeta grabbed a hold of her waist and tugged her closer. Their lips moved in sync for a passionate moment.

Bulma was the first to pull away to both of their disappointment. She placed her lips on his neck, leaving a trail of kisses to his jaw before whispering, "Happy Birthday, Vegeta."

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DAWWW Their first kiss :DD So HOLY CRAP this chapter took me forever to get out because I got assigned four essays to be due within the next two weeks, along with other quizzes and two tests next week AND finals. FML. Also, FFN was being a bee-yotch when I was trying to write/upload this. *rage face* I apologize if the scenes between where they danced and the kiss seemed...rushed and/or sloppy. When I was writing, I was writing it on FFN under doc manager, you know. Every once in awhile I would forget to save my progress on it, FFN would log me out, I lost what I had wrote and I had to re-write it...and each time it would change. *sigh* ANYWAY, enough of my irritation, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! That being said, I'm not sure when the next update will be due to the aforementioned assignments.

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