Hi everyone! Sorry I haven't been able to update. I recently separated from the military and that's what really brought upon my MIA with this story. I had written so many rough drafts for future chapters, but unfortunately, I lost my laptop where I had them originally because of moving so much! so I went back and reread my story to remember what direction I was going with this. And with the sad passing of Akira Toriyama, may he rest in peace, it really made me want to pick this project back up. So guys, to those who have stayed and waited for the story, I can't thank you enough and I hope the storyline doesn't disappoint.

Vegeta sighed! He was exhausted and in pain, and it wasn't even from training. Bulma's mother was a force to be reckoned with…which scared him a bit.

Earlier…

Vegeta was up earlier than usual that morning. Last night's events kept him up. He kept rolling over at the thoughts of Bulma being intimate with someone else. It filled him with an insurmountable amount of jealousy. Jealous that some weakling is putting his grubby little hands on his woman's gorgeous body. Jealous that someone beneath him could be deemed fit to raise his son. Jealous that he isn't that man…

If last night didn't solidify what Bulma's position in Vegeta's life was, then he didn't know what would. He wasn't staying on Earth just because of Trunks. He was staying for Bulma just as much. And he'd be damned if he got bested by some weakling. So, he got up early that morning and trained to release all that pent-up aggression that had built up overnight. And now with that out of the way, he began planning his next course of events.

"Woman…I need your assistance." Vegeta said somewhat meekly, half embarrassed half annoyed over what he was about to ask. He was holding up two button-ups but didn't know which one to wear. He remembered Bulma would complement him the most when he was wearing one of these shirts, granted some buttons were missing but that was Bulma's fault.

"Oh dear!" Mrs. Briefs said with excitement. She may not be a genius like her husband or daughter, but she can clearly pick up Vegeta's intentions. As if it wasn't obvious.

"Which shirt looks better?" Vegeta asked putting them both underneath his chin so she could compare them.

Mrs. Briefs walked up to Vegeta and looked at him up and down, much to Vegeta's discomfort. She put her hand to her chin and that's when a brilliant idea came to her. "Neither of these will do!" She exclaimed as she dropped everything and got her purse and keys. "We will go shopping!" She giggled and grabbed Vegeta by the arm, and by the time he knew it, he had been pushed into a car and dragged all over a shopping mall with various strangers invading his personal space.

"Don't mind me, Mr. Vegeta, I just need to take some measurements for these suits." The tailor said as he leaned in close to get Vegeta's inseam.

"Was it necessary to strip to my underwear for this?" Vegeta said very uncomfortably.

"Of course not son, I just assumed that's how you usually get your measurements." The tailor said continuing his job.

"Woman!" Vegeta gave a death glare to Mrs. Briefs who told him to strip to his underwear for the fitting.

"You'll get a better-fitting suit!" She giggled as she took a picture of the event.

"Bunny, don't tell me you traded in your husband for a younger model." A middle-aged friend of Mrs. Briefs commented.

"Oh heavens, I could be so lucky! This handsome young man is my son-in-law." Mrs. Briefs beamed, as she and all the other middle-aged women in the tailor shop gushed at Vegeta's physique. Vegeta felt gross and objectified, so he decided to get dressed quickly. The only thing worse than Mrs. Briefs mentally undressing him is multiple Mrs. Briefs undressing him.

"The suits should be done in about two hours Mrs. Briefs." The tailor said.

"Fantastic! We'll stop by then." Mrs. Briefs said as she dragged Vegeta to the next shop.

"Where are we going now?" Vegeta said annoyingly. All he asked for was which shirt was better, not all this mess.

"I figure while we wait, we should treat ourselves." She gave Vegeta a little squeeze on the bicep and a devilish smile. Vegeta panicked.

"Mrs. Briefs, you're great and all, but I don't think Bulma would be happy if something happened between us," a red-faced Vegeta said nervously, dreading what Mrs. Briefs was implicating and trying to get away from her grip.

"Dear! I'm a married woman, I could do no such thing!" Mrs. Briefs giggled as she had Vegeta in a death grip around his bicep. "I'm talking about the spa! While we wait!" She pointed to the store in front of them.

"Spa?!" Vegeta protested but Mrs. Briefs had a way of dragging him into things. By the time he knew it, he was seated in a chair with various women hovering over him.

"Oh Vegeta dear, loosen up a bit! You will look so much better; Bulma will be gushing all over you!" Mrs. Briefs said as she was getting her facial.

Vegeta, as uncomfortable as he was, just gave in. It's not like his day could get any worse for him, could it?

As the woman tickled his feet and massaged his hands, Vegeta couldn't help but enjoy the spa. Earthlings have some strange activities, but this is one he wouldn't mind doing more of. He very much enjoyed the hot towel on his face and the shave. He didn't know his face could be so smooth.

"Would you like to wax the hair between your brows?" The elderly spa lady asked him. Vegeta, not knowing what she meant just went with it and gave her the go-ahead.

Vegeta felt the warm wax between his brows and kind of wondered what a wax was. Was the spa lady just going to wipe it off after? What was it meant to do?

"3, 2, 1-"

"AHHHH!" Vegeta yelled shooting up from his massage chair. Only to get slammed back down by the elderly spa lady.

"Don't worry! Men always cry at the wax" The elderly woman said as she began putting aloe and a little bit of pressure on his eyebrows.

"You could've warned me, woman!" Vegeta yelled as a small tear formed in his eyes. He felt like he had just gotten punched in between the eyes. 'Women do this for fun?' Vegeta thought baffled.

"Oh my! Vegeta, you are just glowing!" Mrs. Briefs said as they finished their spa session. She then dragged Vegeta along to do more shopping. She might as well take advantage of the situation, it's not every day she has her handsome son-in-law join her.

If the store was open, they entered. Vegeta was getting a shopping spree he never asked for and it was making his head spin. He had enough socks and underwear to last him for this and the next lifetime and enough cologne to draw a full bath for the whole year. And the bags kept multiplying!

"You know what dear, it's about time to pick up those suits. Why don't you get a snack at the food court and hang tight while I go get them!" Mrs. Briefs said as she noticed Vegeta's mood making a 180. Mrs. Briefs reached into her purse and gave Vegeta one of her many credit cards.

"I'll be right back," Mrs. Briefs waived as she headed towards the tailor.

Vegeta watched Mrs. Briefs disappear in the crowd. He could finally take a deep breath of relief.

Present…

That woman was exhausting. Earthlings are exhausting. He sat on one of the empty chairs near the food court and he could finally hear himself think in peace. FINALLY!

Vegeta slumped over in his chair. He sat and people watched for a bit. He noticed that his dislike of shopping wasn't just a Saiyan thing. A lot of the men seemed to be dragging their feet just like he was. This sucked. Maybe he'll come back to the spa, but not to shop, he thought. Vegeta rubbed his temples; what was he saying? He should be training! Vegeta felt a headache brewing. 'What time was it? How long had they been there?' he asked himself.

"Mommy! I want some ice cream please!" A little girl begged in the distance getting Vegeta's attention. "Ice cream?" He said as he got up and looked for the vendor. One thing that he loved about Earth was their food. He had never tasted anything as delicious as ice cream before, it was his favorite thing to eat. If anything could ease his brewing headache, it would be ice cream.

As he spotted the ice cream vendor, Vegeta's thoughts drifted. Something he had also noticed at the mall was the women…

Vegeta wasn't blind. He noticed all the scantily dressed, big-eyed, soft-hair, pouty-lipped, perky breasts, nice butt women. He was a man after all. But even with all these beautiful women around him, all he could think of was Bulma's blue eyes, soft hair, pouty lips, perky breasts, and nice butt. He's traveled all over the universe and met many women, but no woman has bewitched him quite like his Bulma. And he doesn't think anyone ever will…

"Leave us alone jerks! We already told you no" Vegeta's thoughts were interrupted. A gorgeous blonde woman yelled as she and her friends walked away from a group of men. Vegeta turned his attention back again to the ice cream vendor. "Can I get a vanilla swirl?" Vegeta asked as he handed Mrs. Briefs' credit card to the young girl behind the counter.

"C'mon cuties, all we asked was for your numbers." The creepy bozo kept following her with his two henchmen.

Vegeta glanced at the interaction between the women and the men following them. Vegeta didn't like to interfere with Earthlings and their mundane squabbles, he was a prince after all, and their issues were beneath him.

As Vegeta turned around to go sit back down and enjoy his ice cream, one of the creeps bumped into him making him drop his ice cream.

"Watch where you're going dork!" The main guy said as he kept following and harassing the girls. The other two just trampled over his ice cream.

Vegeta didn't care about what their stupid little squabble was about, but these assholes ruined the only good part about coming to this Kami-forsaken place. And Vegeta was done being patient.

The men were stopped dead in their tracks as Vegeta stepped between them and the three girls. "You three, go away," Vegeta said to the girls sternly. The girls took this as their cue to finally leave the situation and scurried to one of the shops. Vegeta then turned his head to the three morons in front of him.

"Hey freak, what do you think you're doing? You angry because you dropped your little ice cream?" The leader of the three mocked him. The others just laughed at Vegeta's audacity.

"As a matter of fact, yes." Vegeta smirked crossing his arms. Vegeta knew he looked very unassuming in his track pants and baggy hoodie compared to their obvious ripped physiques, but underestimating your foe is part of the fun.

"And what are you going to do about it short stack?" The man squared up to Vegeta, thinking his height would intimidate Vegeta as he towered over the prince, but boy was he wrong.

It wasn't the short comment that bothered Vegeta, it was the audacity that this weakling had to invade his space. Vegeta locked his eyes with the bozo and in a flash, the creep went flying across the food court and landed right in the mall's water fountain. The other two looked in disbelief.

"What just happened?" One of them said.

"I don't know! But we better get out of here!" The other said as they scrammed out of Vegeta's sight.

The pretty blonde and her friends came out of the shop they were hiding in and ran up to Vegeta after witnessing the events. "My hero! Thank you." She kissed him on the cheek. That threw Vegeta completely off guard. And he turned red.

"Why look at you dear, you have women just swarming all over you!" Mrs. Briefs said as she returned with the suits. She had witnessed the tail end of the events. Vegeta was never so relieved to see her. The girls waved goodbye to Vegeta, giving him flirty looks.

"Let's get out of here." He finally said. Grabbing another ice cream on his way home. He needed to cool down…

On the ride back…

"So you really want my Bulma back don't you?" Mrs. Briefs asked as she drove them both back to Capsule Corp. It was a fun morning with her future son-in-law, she felt like she got to see a softer side of him.

"What makes you think that?" Vegeta said rubbing his temple. He got the ice cream headaches.

"Oh Vegeta, don't be silly. You wouldn't be putting yourself through this if it wasn't for something worthwhile no? I.e. my daughter?"

Vegeta shifted away from Mrs. Briefs. He's had people invade his space all morning. But this wasn't a space he was ready to bring anyone into. He knew how he felt about Bulma but he didn't have the strength to come out and just say it… He couldn't even fully admit it to himself….

"Please don't tell Bulma about what happened at the mall…" Vegeta finally said, not wanting more of a reason for Bulma to distance herself from him.

"My lips are sealed!" Mrs. Briefs lied with a smile. She definitely had more up her sleeve.

How was that guys? It's been a while since I've written and I feel a bit rusty! Seems like Mrs. Briefs really likes to view things with rose-colored glasses. But I think Vegeta would give a lot of patience to Mrs. Briefs, considering all that her and her husband have allowed under their household. And do you think Vegeta's attempts to win Bulma's affection back will work out, or will it blow in his face? Hehe! Working on next chapter, should be out in two weeks! Vegeta meets Bulma's new lover, jealousy is in the air, and fights ensue! Stay tuned