A/N: Do not own DBZ, The Cure or their songs.

Chapter Seven: Moving Day

The workers of Capsule Corp worked steadily through the night. They finished before dawn and were quite pleased with their work. They were anxious to be rid of Vegeta, who they had lovingly nicknamed " The Little Prick".

As an added bonus, the Briefs girl would be leaving the main quarters of the compound too. They all respected Bulma, but she had a viperous tongue and they all looked forward to her sabbatical from work.

Luckily the supplies had all been readily available at the Capsule Corp factory in West City. A second crew arrived as they finished. These lucky bastards would be in charge of clean up and moving Bulma's person affects. They all promised to meet up later that night for a celebratory drink. Life was going to be good at Capsule Corp once again!

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The early morning dawn also found Bulma creeping her way down the hall to Vegeta's bedroom. She had been tossing and turning ever since hearing the Saiyan Prince return hours ago. She had lain still, straining her ears for any 'tell-tale' sex noises and soon her avid imagination had gotten the better of her. Every small noise sounded to her, like a pant or a gasp. Her curiosity was killing her.

She had to find out if Vegeta had brought anyone home with him!

Her stomach was twisting into sick knots as she slowly turned the knob of the door, she didn't know what she would do if her suspicions were true. But at least she wouldn't be surprised if a stranger showed up at breakfast. Any emotions caused by her discovery would have to be dealt with later.

She cracked open the door and peeked inside his room. She saw only Vegeta sleeping in his large bed. He slept on the right- side; the left was still neatly made. She quickly eyed the room searching for any discarded female clothing. She found nothing, not even Vegeta's 'bad man' outfit. She forgot her stealth amidst her relief of finding him alone, and let out a happy squeal of delight. And then she froze, for she had awoken the slumbering Saiyan. In horror she watched him jump out of bed, sleepy but quickly catching his bearings.

"Who's there!" he demanded while springing into a fighting pose.

Bulma panicked and sprinted for her bedroom. The last thing she wanted was to be caught spying on him!

Vegeta ran out into the hall and found her in mid-run. "Woman! What's going on out here?" he asked sharply.

Bulma paused and in her panic blurted out, "Vegeta, thank Gods you're home! "

She turned and ran to him wrapping her arms around his neck. "I thought there was someone in the house". (Again, not a complete lie, boy she sure was getting good at telling half-truths!) She clung fearfully (or what she hope looked fearfully) and whispered, "I didn't know you were here. I guess I just freaked out."

Vegeta pried her off of him and listened for a few moments. Hearing nothing, he closed his eyes in concentration and checked for any other ki levels within the building.

"Woman, there is no one here but us, you must have been dreaming."

Bulma blushed and gave him a sheepish look. He was standing with his arms crossed in front of him, wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs. Great Kami, the man was beautiful!

She laughed nervously and forced her gaze from his incredible body to his suspicion filled eyes. Bulma laughed nervously, "Heh…heh…you must be right. Well, I think I'll go back to bed then." And with that she turned and fled into her own sleeping quarters.

Vegeta did a second ki level check and then returned to his own room. He climbed into bed and pondered the blue haired woman's odd behavior. Tonight she had regressed back into the silly creature she had been when he first met her on Namek. He yawned and settled into a comfortable position. Women had always been an enigma to Vegeta and the blue haired woman was the strangest of the lot.

As Vegeta succumbed to sleep, Bulma danced in her bedroom. Her Saiyan Prince had come home alone! And tomorrow they would move into their new little house together.

Tonight had been a close call and she now knew she would have to make her move soon, lest she lose Vegeta forever.

"I'll be damned if I let him fall into the arms of another woman!" she told herself. Bulma Briefs always got what she wanted. And what she truly wanted more than any thing, was the Adonis in the bedroom down the hall, tight fitting boxer briefs and all!

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Bulma slept late the next morning. Vegeta awoke early, to train in his capsule for one last time. He was tired from his late night and the early morning wake up from Bulma hadn't helped one bit. With the will power of a true Saiyan Warrior, he pushed all thoughts of exhaustion and foolish women from his mind and intensified his training routine.

Neither saw the other until lunchtime. By then, Bulma had not only moved all of her belongings, but had also brainstormed a new addition to the home, a hot tub!

She was excited to show Vegeta the progress that had been made and had paced nervously until he had emerged for lunch.

"Vegeta! Wait until you see your new Gravity Room. It's awesome and my lab is amazing too!" she exclaimed as she served the Saiyan three enormous roast beef sandwiches.

Bulma went on to chatter about the incredible state of the art sound system her father had designed for the great room, but Vegeta had long since stopped listening. He was reflecting on his misadventure from the night before and what a complete disaster it had been.

And yes, even he, Prince of All Saiyan could admit he had failed.

Flashback:

Vegeta had followed a group of young women into a noisy dance club and had found himself in Hell on Earth. The club was over-crowded, smoke filled and deafeningly loud, plus the cost of a beer was double the price of the previous bar.

He had met dozens of women. Some had only wanted to talk, some to dance and a couple had invited him to go home with them. His mission would have been solved if not for the fact that he had found all of them incredibly inadequate. He had discovered faults with each and every woman that had made it impossible for him to single one out for sex.

They were too tall or too short, not intelligent enough and/or border line brain dead, too aggressive or too shy and most importantly; none had smelled right. He was big on scent and none of the females had a scent that was appealing. After a few short hours he gave up and went home.

As he flew back to Capsule Corp he asked himself when he had become so picky when choosing a woman to sleep with? He had bedded females both physically ugly and breathtakingly beautiful, their appearance had mattered little to him. Sex was a bodily function that didn't need emotion. Why had he changed the rules now?

It wasn't that the females had been unattractive, quite the contrary, so why was he arriving home to become reacquainted with his right hand again?

"I must be not be as desperate as I thought," he had decided as he climbed the stairs to his room.

The most disturbing part of the whole evening came while he showered. While 'spanking his monkey' he was shocked not to release with images of himself as a Super Saiyan, but to images of Bulma lying naked in his arms.

Back to the present

"Vegeta! Have you even heard a word I said?" demanded Bulma.

Vegeta blinked the naked Bulma thoughts from his mind. What did she just say?

The woman was staring at him, waiting for him to reply. He looked at her blankly and shook his head. He picked up his sandwiches and began to eat them in his usual silence.

Bulma watched Vegeta and shook her head in amusement. "He's probably just day dreaming about his new gravity room," she decided. She watched him devour his food for a few moments and then announced, "There's a duffel bag on your bed. You can pack your things when you're done eating and then we'll go and check out our new pad. I'm going to grab a few things and I'll meet you outside."

With that said, she was gone, leaving Vegeta to his troubled thoughts and his sullen mood.