I am sorry it took me so long to update. For some reason I went into a frenzy of perfectionism and being unsatisfied with previous Chapters so I did a whole lot of editing and re-writting some parts before working on anything new. This is a shorter Chapter but I hope you like it nonetheless.

Bulma stomped up the stairs. Grinding her teeths and huffing angrily while she stormed down the hallways to his room. Vegeta had literally left her in the GR. Fazing out on her mid-sentence. Mid-fucking-sentence. Nobody did that to Bulma Briefs while she was giving someone a piece of her mind. And boy had she been in the middle of giving Vegeta a piece of her mind.

The Price of assholes had broken the GR and then had the nerves to get mad at her because she had to order parts. Substantially leading to him having to wait a few days before he could use it again. Not my fault he can't control his strength.

Once at his door Bulma did not even bother knocking, she just ripped his door open looking around the empty room. Absolutely fuming at this point she was just about to turn around when she heard the shower running. The Shower? Vegeta never took a shower mid-day. He also never ended his training early. GR broken or intact.

The genius part of her brain having completely check out in the midst of her rage and confusion, she crossed the distance to the bathroom door in four strides and opened the door. With more force and violence than necessary.

"Don't you ever leave in the middle of m-" she immediately screeched upon gaining entry into the bathroom, but her words died on her lips when she saw a rather naked Vegeta in the shower "..Oh"

His back was turned to her in an odd angle, apparently he had managed to turn just in time to keep his rather private regions, well private, upon her angry entrance into the room.

"Wh-..What are you doing?!" she heard her own voice after a moment of stunned silence. She sounded rather dumb, even to her own ears. Yeah Bulma, what is he doing?

Her eyes raked over his naked back. His muscles were tense, and while she had seen his naked back on numerous occasions, the man rarely wore a shirt after all, this was different. Bulma's gaze dipped lower, his rear end was delicious, firm and sculpted and Kami those spandex short did not do it justice. Once again Bulma marveled at how well proportioned he was, while short in stature his muscles fit his frame perfectly, creating an almost harmonic image that oozed strength and raw power. Her cheeks blushed a deep crimson when she wondered what his rear would feel like when running her hands across it. Was his tail scare sensitive? Saiyan tails were notoriously sensitive, so would that scare count as an erogenous zone?

"Woman, get the hell out before I decide to blast you!".

His voice was deep, angry. Hateful? What did he have to be angry about, it was him who had walked away from her! Mid-sentence! Nobody walked away from Bumla Briefs, especially not when using her hospitality to the fullest extent like he was.

"I'll wait outside, hurry up jackass, you ain't getting out of this" she fumed, regaining control of her mental faculties and shutting the door with one last look at his backside. What, a girl can look!?

When Vegeta got out of the shower he silently thanked every deity he knew for having the foresight to bring a pair of sweatpants into the bathroom with him. Given that his bathroom and bedroom were connected he usually did not bother, but with Bulma hovering right outside the door he found himself relieved for at least having pants when addressing her.

Things were getting messy and he did not like it. After his body clearly betrayed him in the middle of the gravity room he had decided to leave till necessary replacement parts were ordered and installed. A few days in isolation would do him good. Cool his blood and allow him to refocus. He had spend the majority of his life alone. Either crammed into his space pod or raining down destruction like the holy ghost. Bulma was loud, and chatty, and insisted on too much physical contact altogether. A squeeze of his shoulder here, a brush of their fingers there, he couldn't remember a time in his life when he had this much physical contact with a single being outside of combat.

While he still entertained the idea of screwing her, thoroughly, to get her out of his system he also had the unsettling feeling that the Woman wasn't the 'once-and-done' type. And snapping her neck was not an option either. Even though that usually took care of possible awkwardness and unwanted questions as well as attention after the act. Unfortunately for him the woman strutted around the house dressed like a whore while smelling like heaven, his last satisfying encounter being years in the past, leading to all out war between his brain and his rebellious crotch.

He could fuck her, leave, train and achieve Super Saiyan, return to crush the Androids followed by Kakarott and then set out to rule the Universe like he had always been supposed to. His race might be dead, but he was not, billions of beings could still bow at his feet.

His mind made up, Vegeta finished with the towel in his hair, getting rid of the excess moisture from his shower and opened the bathroom door.

He had seen Bulma ogling him on multiple occasions, smelled her arousal and learned the clear signs of the facial expressions she made when her mind was in the gutter. Vulgar Woman.

Arms crossed over his bare chest, a dark smirk tugging on his lips he found Bulma sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Tell me woman, has you so possessed that you now stalk me in the bathroom? While I shower?"

Bulma's eyes widened at his husky tone and dark smirk, her cheeks flushing crimson and her previous anger dissolving into thin air.
Oh yeah, she was done for.

I know i am a terrible person, leaving you hanging like that twice. Next Chapters. I promise.