"Oh come on! Take it from me, he won’t even see it coming," Bulma grinned as she watched Chi Chi’s face turn several shades of red. She held the black negligee in front of her with an amused look.

"No, Bulma. I have a young son in the house and... well, the last time we did that I just... " Chi Chi stuttered and only ended with another blush, her eyes darting from the sheer fabric to Bulma.

Bulma neatly folded it and handed it to one of the saleswomen "We’ll take this," she said in a low voice, and swiveled her gaze to Chi Chi in time to stop her protest. "I need to be honest, but you walk around the house in those frumpy clothes all day! You have a gorgeous body under that frock! It makes me feel better to help my best friend get some, especially when I’m not!"

She spun after her comment and smiled to herself. "Now come on, or I’m paying for it," she said slyly, knowing Chi Chi had a sore spot for accepting money from anyone. She watched as her flustered friend shifted past her and approached the cashier, fiddling with her purse. Once at her side, Bulma leaned in to whisper. "Now you have to tell me all about it tomorrow!"

Chi Chi gave up her forced facade and turned to Bulma after handing the cashier a bill. "Why are you assuming I’ll wear this tonight?"

Bulma giggled and bumped into her friend as she stifled laughter. "Because I can see it in your eyes! Plus you’re blushing worse than he does at the mention of the subject!"

Chi Chi took the bag and grabbed Bulma by the arm, ushering her quickly out of the store. Bulma turn her head just in time to yell a quick, laughter garbled thanks to the saleswoman before the door shut behind them. She felt her arm being released and saw her companion stiffen beside her.

"What has gotten into you Bulma Briefs? I know you seem more happy, and I do not want to put that past you, but you have been acting like a giggly high school girl all day!"

Bulma grinned and looked at Chi Chi "You know you like it! It’s fun!"

Chi Chi rolled her eyes and sighed shortly, finally letting her eyes settle on Bulma. "It is Bulma. It’s just scaring me a little. We haven’t really been super close... well, ever, and it’s all suddenly at once! I wonder if deep down something’s hurting you, and you just need to keep your mind on something."

Bulma shifted a bit, but kept Chi Chi’s quick pace down the crowded city street. She looked ahead of her and thought. "I dunno Chi, things have been different. No Yamcha anymore... he hasn’t even called in weeks. Vegeta’s living with me, and that’s enough to drive one person to the crazy house," she left it at that, ignoring Chi Chi’s scoff at Vegeta’s mention. The dark haired female did not even like the sound of the prince's name.

Chi Chi shrugged as they reached Bulma’s car. She placed her few bags on top of the pile in the back (that was Bulma’s) and took her seat on the passenger side. She waited until Bulma was seated by her and had started the car before beginning to talk again. "Honestly, you really only acted like this at the beginning of the Yamcha relationship," she winced slightly, hoping Bulma wouldn’t go off at the mention, but she didn’t, so Chi Chi continued "Is there someone else who’s got your blood boiling? You really seem vibrant these past few days Bulma!"

Bulma smiled as she glanced both ways and took to the air. "I really couldn’t tell you. I think its hormones or something. I’ve been on a caffeine high without the caffeine or even cigarettes!" She sat back once they were on the straight route to Chi Chi’s woodland home. "It’s not like I’ve been dating though, I just mainly stick with the same group, minus Yamcha of course. I’ve even been tolerant of Vegeta lately!"

Chi Chi lifted one eyebrow and glanced out the window, whispering "That’s three times today," in a soft voice. When Bulma asked, she shook her head.

The car shifted to a halt and Chi Chi’s black eyes scanned the front yard for a moment before she realized. "Wow! You really do drive too fast, you know!" she opened the door and lifted her bags from the back before leaning into the car to say goodbye.

"I want a full report tomorrow before noon, Chi. I mean it!" Bulma said with her eyebrows drawn together in feigned seriousness.

Chi Chi blushed again and shut the door with a quick goodbye. "I really need to get her a man..." she said to herself, mainly to cover the fluttering in her stomach when she pictured Goku’s face that evening.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

Vegeta’s brows drew together and he hunched lower as he heard the woman’s voice get louder.

"Oh he did not!" Bulma said for the third time into the phone.

They both were in the kitchen; Vegeta at the table for a mid-afternoon snack, and Bulma leaning on the doorway on the phone. Vegeta looked quite pissed, and just about ready to blow at Bulma’s tiny gasps and giggles during the phone conversation. She had been on the phone when he got there, and had proceeded to mindlessly place his food in front of him. The whole time she seemed to be speaking with Chi Chi (or whom Vegeta thought to be Chi Chi from the occasional shrill yell’s coming from the phone’s earpiece) and trying to get a story of some sort out of her.

"I can not believe Goku would act like that!" she said, and he nearly raised an eyebrow. Now he was interested. What on this planet did Kakarott do to get the attention of these two otherwise indifferent women? He took another bite of food and sat back a bit, letting his gaze settle on Bulma. Just as he did so, hers jerked away.

She’d been staring at him again.

Vegeta was about to change the subject in his head to ‘why this damned moron had been gawking at him lately’, when Bulma turned her back and lifted her arms "Oh kami! How does he even know where to touch you? I thought he was clueless when it came to that?" she exclaimed, and reached back to lift her hair with her free hand.

He caught himself from falling out of his chair and made a quick retreat out the kitchen door. When he knew no one was around, Vegeta reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Why do I feel the need to evesdrop on the most disturbing conversations?" he asked himself in a low voice before lifting his head and directing his gaze just to the left of him.

He managed to lower his arms to a crossed position just before Goku materialized in front of him. "Hey Vegeta! Wanna spar?" he asked, grinning like a buffoon.

Vegeta got one look at his flustered face, and one half of a breath of his scent before scoffing loudly and leaving Goku in a trail of dust and debri from his take off.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

"What is his problem?" Bulma asked as she watched the scene from inside.

She approached the doorway and saw Goku standing out side, looking upward at the trail of dust Vegeta had just left behind. He turned and looked to Bulma sadly.

"I think something’s wrong, so I’m not going to follow. I don’t think that was a ‘yes’ to sparring."

Bulma smiled sympathetically to Goku. "Well, he's been acting odd lately anyway. This does give you more time to be with Chi Chi though, doesn’t it?" Bulma hinted to him with an arched brow.

His face flushed pink and Bulma flinched as Chi Chi screamed at her on the other line. She made a hand gesture that said 'go' to Goku and he did so, waving, and taking off in the direction of his home. He obviously wanted to give Chi Chi some calming down time, since he had chosen to fly, rather than teleport.

Bulma shrugged as she finally hung up with Chi Chi, thinking that Goku must be a bit more thoughtful than they all knew. Especially after the story Chi Chi had just told her. She sat in Vegeta’s previous spot and lay her head n the table, thinking of how it would feel to be bitten like Chi Chi had described. She heard herself moan softly, and a wave of anticipation flew over her as she imagined the scene.

Bulma shook her head and stood, reminding herself to stop daydreaming. Ever since the incident in the med-room, she had been way too appreciative of of Vegeta’s physique. Sooner or later she’d be dreaming about him.

"Oh yuck!" she said half heartedly and sneered to herself. She really needed to focus elsewhere. She stretched before she moved out of the kitchen and down towards the bathroom. With the whole house (including the village idiot) gone, she could finally take a much needed bath. Even if it was still the middle of the afternoon.

- - - - - - - - - - -

Vegeta was shivering. His lips were blue, and his sweat was beginning to form a thin sheet of ice over his brow, but he kept going. He could barely catch his breath, but he kept going.

He trained at a hazardous pace at the highest point of Mt. Kitomi. The wind blew viscously around him, and his eyes were nearly squinted shut. The Saiyan felt the strain and pull on his muscles, but didn’t even think about stopping. He had been at this for hours after Goku’s offer, feeling as if he’d turned down a perfectly good training session.

How could he face that though? He didn’t even want to imagine the low class moron in that situation, much less smell it on him. A scoff escaped his lips, leaving a trail of fog as his hot breath hit the freezing air. Vegeta punched and kicked at the air harder, knowing he had to stop dwelling on Kakarott’s family life. He dare not think of that himself. Not only did he not have the time to, while achieving his (much more important) goal of reaching Super Saiyan, but also he had promised himself years earlier that the royal line would die with him.

Vegeta finally breathed out and took to the air with a loud, sharp yell. He left a blaze of ki behind him, as well as a rumbling mountain. He smirked as he thought of the news headlines in the morning… 'Another mysterious landslide at Mt. Kitomi last night..'

Vegeta increased his speed as he headed home. His thoughts were focused on nothing more than a good, hot steam room visit.

- - - - - - - - - -

She couldn’t see him, but his scent was strong. She felt clearly as he slid into the water behind her, never removing his lips from the back of her neck. His arm slid around her waist and held tight as she tried to turn around.

"Not yet" he seemed to say silently. His hot tongue tickled the sensitive flesh just under her ear, and his teeth closed around the area a second later.

She closed her eyes and moaned softly, her body reacting immediately to his tiny nips and bites. Her back arched and she gasped as one of his hands slid up her stomach and over her breasts. As his hand massaged and teased her taught nipple, she suddenly became very aware of the fact that they were both nude. The water slid back down and around the goose bumps on her chest, causing her to shiver even more.

She moved to turn, and this time he let her. She didn’t stop to stare at her assailant, only moved to kiss him hard on the lips. The feel of his full lips, and his tongue on hers drove her wild. She pressed her bare chest against his and moaned again, this time more out of need as she slid her self closer to him.

They both seemed to sink unknowingly deeper into the hot water of the bath, lost in the passionate kiss. Her hands were slowly raking the back of his neck when she heard the crash of the door opening.

She sat up quickly and nearly fell back underwater as her hand slipped. Bulma pulled her legs up, removing her other hand from her own breast and lifting it up to wipe the dripping hair from her face.

She scanned her surroundings and noticed that a shampoo bottle had fallen off the side of the tub, and must have landed with the same crash sound that had awoken here.

"Damn!" she yelled and used both hands to shift the soaked blue hair out of her face. She sat back in the tub with a sigh, letting her thoughts catch up to the dream she’d fallen languidly into. She sighed slowly and her entire body flinched as she remembered exactly what had gone on. It was still fresh in her mind, and she did not want to forget it just yet.

Bulma bit her lip and stood from the (now room temperature) water, taking the time to towel herself off slowly. She wrapped a warm robe around herself before heading out of the bathroom and into her own room. Through the window she could see it was dark, and the '11:46pm' reading on her clock let her know that it had been dark for a long time.

She was still warm from the bath, and the hot summer air filtering through her room made it comfortable for her as she laid on her bed, untied her robe and let the air dance over her nude form.

Bulma’s thoughts drifted back to the dream, and unconsciously moved her hands to caress her body. She was in pure heaven. No one was around, and if they were, they were surely asleep. Her deepest fantasies seemed to peak on this gorgeous night. She allowed herself to free-fall into a sexual haze that she hadn’t experienced in years. In fact, Bulma was so deep in her own dreams and feelings, that just as her own fingers slipped through her folds, the name that came from her lips didn’t stop her from continuing. It only made the entire situation even more erotic to her.

"Ohhh god, Vegeta..."

- - - - - - - - - - - -

He hadd just touched down on the soft grass outside the house. The wind was hot, and it slowly warmed his still clammy skin as he walked soundlessly around the darkened outskirts of he building.

The wind didn’t need to shift for his Saiyan hearing to pick up his name being spoken from above. He knew he was just under Bulma’s balcony, and snarled as he shot up to fly not far from it's edge.

He was about to yell 'what?' at the top of his lungs when his acute sense of sight honed in on the nude form of the woman sprawled on her bed. The curtains of her room swayed back and forth, giving him short glimpses of her hand between her legs, and her naked breasts rising and falling in a quickened pace.

Vegeta began to fall from the air, and had to raise his ki again to right himself. By the time he landed, his mind had just wrapped around what he had heard, and what he had seen. He immediately flew away from that area and towards the steam room, not even bothering to get a snack first.

That time, he didn’t need to silence his own thoughts. For once, there wasn’t a single thought in that Saiyan Prince’s head.