Author's Note: I hope you like this fic, I'm a big fan of Bulma and Vegeta romance. And if you do like it, you can read my other one that I submitted on this site, Curious.
"Woman, come fix the blasted machine!" Vegeta yelled from outside. Bulma sighed. She had just been getting to the good part of the book. She grabbed her tool belt and walked out to the gravity machine. "What did you do this time? It's gonna take me 3 weeks to fix this, Vegeta!" she shouted. Vegeta opened his mouth to say something but Dr. Briefs cut him off. "Bulma, I need you to do something for me!" he yelled. Bulma gave Vegeta a back-off look and walked into her father's lab. "What dad?" she asked. "Oh, Bulma, I have so many things to do over here, but I also have to go on a business trip to Paris and I was wondering…" "Wondering if I could go on the business trip in your place?" Bulma asked. "Yes, Bulma, that would be very helpful of you dear," he said. "Sure, why not? I'd love to go!" she chirped. "Oh, also, I don't want you going there by yourself, I need you to bring Yamcha or Vegeta with you," the good doctor said. "Why?" she asked. "Men in Paris all over France for that matter, are more, well they are…" he didn't know how to put it. "Don't worry dad, I know what you mean," Bulma said. "Well, lets see, there is no way in hell I'm taking Vegeta, so I'll just take Yamcha, he's my boyfriend after all!" she thought aloud. "Thank you Bulma-chan," Dr. Briefs said, grateful. "Now can you do a favor for me?" she asked. "Yes, sure dear, anything!" "Vegeta broke the gravity room again, but I'm afraid that this time it will take well over a week to fix it," Bulma looked at him as she said it. "Alright then, I'll have a look at it while you're gone," he smiled. Bulma smiled back and said thanks. "Now, I'll go call Yamcha, he's been wanting to have some alone time with me lately!" she walked outside and up to Vegeta. "I'm going on a business trip, so you won't be getting your precious gravity room fixed very soon, too bad!" she said and walked inside to call her boyfriend. Vegeta growled and went into the house. He walked past Bulma and went upstairs to his room. "Stupid Chickyuu woman…" he mumbled a few more obscenities then drifted off to sleep.
"Hello?" Yamcha said. "Hey Yamcha, it's me, Bulma!" she chirped. "Oh, hey babe, what's up?" he asked. "Well I was wondering if…" she stopped in mid-sentence when she heard a female voice. "Yamcha, tell you're friend you'll call back later and get back on this bed!" it said. Bulma felt the tears well up in the corners of her eyes. "Sara, I told you to keep quiet!" Yamcha whispered, but she heard it. "Tell Sara she doesn't have to wait anymore!" Bulma yelled into the phone. "Bulma, wait I can explain!" he said, but it was too late, she had already hung up. Bulma stood still for a few seconds and let everything soak in. Then tears began to rack her body and she broke down and cried. "Huh, what was that?" Vegeta said. He was awakened by a loud wail that erupted through the house. He got off the bed and opened the. "Shut up Woman, I'm trying to sleep!" he yelled but the cries continued. Vegeta went downstairs and was about to tell her to shut the hell up but he stopped. "Woman, why are you crying?" he asked in a unusually soft tone. Bulma looked up. She had expected him to shout. "Like you would care!" she hissed. Vegeta frowned but then it turned into a smirk. "It's that weakling boyfriend of yours, isn't it?" he demanded more than asked. Bulma started to cry again. Vegeta scowled and walked back upstairs. Soon, the crying stopped and Vegeta was finally able to get to sleep. Before he was completely asleep he heard her footsteps drag along the floor and a door open and close.
