A/N: Usual boring old disclaimer…do not own DBZ or The Cure

Chapter Thirteen: Four Days Bulma Style

The next four days flew by in a whirlwind for Bulma. She was so touched by Vegeta's change of heart concerning the Charity Ball; that she worked diligently through the night to finish the first level of his training program. "It's the least I can do," she thought as she yawned from exhaustion.

A glance at the clock told her it was almost dawn. She poured herself another cup of coffee and began to type in yet another page of code. "I'll probably still be here when Vegeta wakes up," she told herself.

And she was still hard at work when the Saiyan Prince passed by to begin his morning warm-ups. She waved him into her lab and presented her program with a dramatic pose. "Tah-dah!" she announced happily. "Level One is complete. I just need to run a final diagnostic check and it should be ready to go," she smiled with obvious pride.

Vegeta seemed truly touched by her hard work. "Have you been working on this all night?" he asked eyeing the computer with anticipation.

She nodded her affirmation and hit 'enter'. The program began to trouble shoot itself and Bulma watched the screen nervously, "You can go ahead with your warm-ups, Vegeta. This is going to take a little while."

Bulma flopped into bed very tired, but very pleased with herself. The happy child-like eagerness on Vegeta's face had been worth the extra effort and she hoped it would keep him satisfied for a while. "Or at least until after the Charity Ball," she mumbled as she drifted off to sleep.

She awoke a few hours later to the sensation of being watched. Sure enough, she opened her eyes to find Vegeta standing next to her bed, staring at her. His arms crossed in his usual manner, but gone was his ever-present scowl, replaced with an inquisitive and impatient expression.

"Ah! Vegeta! What are you doing?" she screamed, leaping up out of bed. "What's going on? Did something go wrong with my fight simulation?" she asked picking up her alarm clock to check the time.

His steady gaze flicked downward towards her chest. She glanced down and realized she was revealing more than her surprise. She readjusted her tank top, so her previously exposed boob was now covered up and glared at him. "Well, what do want Vegeta? You just scared the shit out of me!"

With his eyes still lingering on her breasts, he told her that he found her program to be superior to any Earthling technology. "But I have some ideas on how to make it even better," he explained.

Intrigued, Bulma listened in rapt attention as Vegeta discussed his 'ideas' with her. She was incredibly impressed with his technical savvy; although she knew she this was foolish on her part. He was an alien after-all, and a very well traveled alien to boot.

His concepts and their subsequent brain- storming inspired Bulma to delay all other projects (mainly speech writing and dress shopping) to work with him.

So, together, they worked side by side in her lab planning out the details for the next four levels for his training program. Working so closely with Vegeta was exhilarating and over the next few days Bulma realized how perfect she and the Saiyan Prince were for each other. He had a passion for fighting and she for science and together their two highly superior minds united in perfect union of brain and brawn.

But the excitement of her close proximity to Vegeta had its downfalls too. She found it increasingly more and more difficult to maintain a platonic working relationship with him. He had a habit of standing behind her to watch as she typed in code. Occasionally he would lean over her shoulder to offer his thoughts or opinions. His breath would tickle her ear, ever so slightly, causing her to clench her lips together to prevent herself from moaning.

He also liked to pull her to her feet to demonstrate various fighting techniques. With his strong arms locking her into some impossible pretzel hold, Bulma was always more aware of how perfectly their bodies fit together, or how wonderful he smelled, rather than learning from his example. This usually left Bulma in a daze, especially if the hold included a pelvis pressed into the lower region of her backside. It was all she could do, at times to prevent herself from begging him to take her, right then and there.

She wondered at times what it was that prevented her from taking their relationship to the next level? One obvious reason of course, was her fear of sabotaging their great working relationship. They were taking technology to a whole new level and she knew that sex would inevitably interfere with their progress. Given their incredible chemistry together, Bulma guessed that sex with Vegeta could be as addictive as heroin or crack.

And then there was the enigmatic Prince and his aloofness towards her. Other than some subtle flirting, he had shown no indication of desiring more than friendship from her, since the day in the Gravity Room. They were spending her every waking moment together and she loved every second of it. Her pride was too great to give in to her lust for the sexy Saiyan and risk his rejection or even worse his companionship. She was the one person on this planet he trusted and to Bulma this was more important than a roll in the hay, however incredible he might be.

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Thursday rolled around and Bulma and Vegeta had made great progress in the lab. But with this great accomplishment, came the brutal reality of knowing she was ill prepared for the up coming social event on Saturday.

A quick and frantic call for help to her mom in Paris produced wonderful results. Her mother was more than happy to shop for their party clothes, provided Bulma fax over the needed sizes. Her own were easy enough, but she would need to measure Vegeta.

She found him in the kitchen eating egg rolls. She was pleasantly surprised when he agreed to hold still long enough for her to approximate his size. She held the tape with shaking hands against his body, trying desperately to keep her breathing steady; the body contact with the Prince was sending jolts of electricity up her arm. It was maddening but she managed to hold it together until it came time to measure his inseam.

Kneeling in front of his waist, it took all of her will power not to slip the front of his jogging pants down and grab his hidden shaft. The sexual tension that had tormented her all week flooded into her mind. She easily forgot her task as she lost herself in a hot oral sex fantasy, of her taking his penis full into her mouth, licking its length and sucking until he finally cried her name out loud. Not Woman…but Bulma…over and over…

"When will you be finished with staring at my crotch, Woman?" Vegeta demanded, pulling her instantly from her reverie. Red cheeked and extremely embarrassed, she quickly extracted the intended numbers and made a quick exit to her lab to fax the sizes to her waiting mother.

Her mom called her back and promised to send the "perfect outfits" via the company jet, as soon as possible.

With a mental note to do something really special for her mother, Bulma began the agonizing search for beauticians not yet employed for the on coming weekend. She knew it would all come down to money and luckily, as being Bulma, this would prove to be no problem at all.

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Sighing with pleasure, Bulma settled herself into the warm water of the hot tub. She had just finished writing her speech and felt like she could truly relax for a little while. It had been a crazy and wonderful week. Working with the Saiyan Prince had been…perfect.

Closing her eyes she reflected back to their close encounters over the past few days. She wondered 'what could have been' if she'd been gutsy enough to make a move?

Well, she hadn't given in to her lust, but her X-rated imagination was more than happy to provide her with a preview of 'what could be'.

Things were just getting juicy (in her daydream…Vegeta ripping her clothes off and taking her savagely on the lab desk), when the sound of someone stepping into the water brought her back to reality.

It was Vegeta making an unexpected hot tub visit. His habit over the past few days was to retire early to his room for quiet meditation.

He said nothing as he chose a seat on the opposite side of the tub, the whole while staring at her with those penetrating eyes of his.

Bulma felt her self blush under his gaze and he smirked at her as if he were reading her very thoughts.

"Hey there Prince," she said smiling, trying to shake the image of naked, sweaty Vegeta from her mind.

Vegeta said nothing in return. He just simply sat and stared over at her, expressionless.

Bulma shifted uncomfortably as the intensity of his gaze seemed to study her very essence. She closed her eyes to escape. Her heart was beating uncontrollably fast and she hoped that he could not sense the fire burning within.

"Woman! How did you first become acquainted with Kakarott?" he asked, breaking the silent spell.

Eyes still closed Bulma was imagining herself licking her tongue over every crack and crevice of his well- muscled chest.

"Woman, I just asked you a question!" he growled, bringing her back to reality.

"Uh…I heard you Vegeta!" she said. Dragging her thoughts away from his rock hard chest to her life before Goku.

And so she told him the tale of how she found a Dragon Ball that had changed her life forever.

Vegeta listened attentively, as she explained discovering the Legend behind the seven Dragon Balls and her decision to embark on an adventure to find the remaining six.

"What were you planning to wish for?" he asked her at the point in the story where she invented the Dragon Ball radar.

Bulma smiled with reminiscence, "I had originally planned to wish for a field full of strawberries, but then I changed my mind. I decided what I really wanted was a perfect boyfriend."

Vegeta snorted with disgust, "You would have actually wasted a wish on something as stupid and trivial as that?" He crossed his arms and shot her an "Earthlings are idiots" glare.

Bulma frowned back and sniffed, "Well, I was only sixteen years old, what would you expect?"

Vegeta began a diatribe about how when he was sixteen, he would have been intelligent to wish for more power…maybe even immortality…

Bulma stood and glowered at him, "Do you want to hear this, or not!?"

Vegeta immediately silenced himself and settled back to listen once more.

Bulma continued on telling the Saiyan Prince of her journey to find the Dragon Balls and how she came to find a little boy named Goku, owner of the 'Four Star' Dragon Ball.

She described young Goku's reluctance to part with his treasure, because of his belief that the object housed the spirit of his dead Grandfather. So they became partners, which really worked to her benefit, since the strange kid with the tail had super human strength and fighting ability.

Vegeta began to voice another opinion but quieted with a warning glance from Bulma. She continued on to meeting Yamcha and how they teamed with him against Pilaf and his henchman as they tried to steal the Dragon Balls. She paused as Vegeta grumbled about 'The Weakling" and began the depiction of their run in with the Rabbit Gang.

She got as far as the Boss Rabbit tricking her into touching him, when a strange barking noise emitted from Vegeta. Bulma halted her narrative to stare at him in confusion.

The odd barking sound turned out to be laughter. Bulma had heard Vegeta's maniacal laughter plenty of times, but amusement was a foreign resonance coming from the Saiyan Prince.

"The rabbit turned you into a carrot?" he gasped holding his stomach to keep from doubling over in the water. "Now please explain this to me…you were a carrot…as in produce…vegetables?" he roared.

"I'm glad you think that's so funny," she said irritated at his mirth. "I was in a lot of danger then…someone could have eaten me!"

More howls exploded from the Saiyan. Bulma felt her annoyance ebbing away. His hilarity was contagious and she was soon chuckling in spite of herself.

"Well, at least I didn't have any cognizant thought as a carrot. It was far worse being a frog. That was disgusting!" she admitted.

Vegeta finally controlling his hysteria gave her a quizzical look. "A frog? The rabbit turned you into a frog, too?"

Bulma giggled, "No you goof, I was turned into a frog on Namek."

Vegeta scowled, "Don't tell me that imbecile Ginyu tricked you into swapping bodies with him, did he?"

Bulma nodded, "Yes, only I didn't know who he was at the time. I just thought he was a friendly little frog and then…zap! I was the friendly little frog. He took my body and tried to fight the Piccolo, Krillen and Gohan. Lucky for me I'm such a weak-ass, because Ginyu decided to up grade into a stronger body and Gohan and Piccolo managed to trap him back into the frog. Leave it to one of Frieza's men to be beaten by their own stupidity and greed."

She slapped a hand over her mouth and gave him a wide-eyed look of horror. "Oh shit Vegeta, you were one of Freiza's men…. weren't you? I didn't mean you were stupid…"

Vegeta smiled and floated over to sit beside her. "I know what you mean Woman. Freiza's army was stupid and greedy just like their leader. That is why they are dead and I am alive."

He pulled a hand out of the water and examined its prune-ish shape. "We're shriveling up in here, we should get out soon."

Bulma nodded, inspecting her own hands and stood to climb out of the hot tub. But Vegeta pulled her down into a sitting position once more.

"You never finished your first story. Who actually got to make the wish with the Dragon Balls?" he asked, still grasping her arm.

He used this hold to steer her until she was facing him, her body positioned onto his lap. He released her arm and she pulled his hands out of the water and clasped them with her own.

"Oolong," she whispered. He cocked an eyebrow questioningly at her. "Oolong was the one who got his wish. He wished for the most comfortable pair of underwear in the world. The Dragon gave him a pair of women's panties."

Vegeta untangled his fingers from hers and used one hand to draw Bulma closer to him. She now crouched in the cradle of his lap, her legs bent uncomfortably against her chest. Vegeta shifted slightly, allowing her the access to wrap her long limbs around his waist.

He took hold of her hands again to keep her from falling backwards with the current of air bubbles.

"Stupid pig," he said gruffly locking his gaze with hers. "So you never received your wish for the perfect boyfriend, then?" he said with a smirk.

Because of her straddle position the movement of the water had caused Bulma to begin an unconscious grind of her pelvis against his groin. The motion caused her to groan and for the Prince to become fully aroused.

Bulma bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming. The hardness of his cock was rubbing against the flimsy fabric of her bathing suit as if there was nothing between them at all.

She wanted to close her eyes and succumb to the orgasm that was building from the incredible friction between their bodies. She wanted to rip off her bikini bottom and allow that wonderful appendage access to her insides. She wanted to kiss that sexy smirking mouth…

Instead she searched his eyes for his consent. "Just say the word Vegeta," she pleaded inside her head. "Just nod or kiss me or tell me you want me…"

But Vegeta said nothing, his eyes burning into hers, his torso rocking in rhythm to her own.

He inched his face closer to hers, "You didn't answer my question Woman. Did you ever receive your wish?"

Bulma rubbed her nose against his. She was moments away from a climax caused by the incredible 'dry humping' with Vegeta. His penis, which had been rubbing against her clit, was now fully erect and currently poking, as far inside her as their clothing leverage would allow.

She kissed him softly and then whispered, "Maybe I did make my wish. Maybe that is why you're here."

Vegeta froze, his eyes narrowing with suspicion and anger. His fingers tightened painfully around Bulma's small hands. She whimpered in discomfort.

He stood and threw her from his lap. "That better not be the truth Woman or I will kill you now!" he hissed. Bulma stood, confused by his anger.

"I was only kidding Vegeta, my Gods!" she protested, rubbing her aching hands. "What kind of a person do you think I am?"

He climbed out of the hot tub and wrapped a towel around his still engorged waist. "I think you are a waste of my precious time. Your enchantments will no longer work on me!" he growled and stormed off the deck.

Bulma pulled herself out of the hot tub with shaking arms. She grabbed a towel and buried her face inside to muffle the sound of her sobbing. "What in the Hell just happened?" she wondered miserably. She had never felt so hurt and humiliated in her entire life. Why had he reacted like that? It made no sense at all.

Bulma cried on the deck until her tears finally dried up. With her misery now evolving into resentment, she took a few deep breaths to regain her composure and went back inside the house. No one had ever treated Bulma Briefs with such profane disregard, ever! It was almost as if he had set her up for a fall and she decided to confront him when her anger had calmed.

The house was dark and silent. She didn't know if Vegeta was still there or not and she didn't care. She went straight into her room and locked her door.