A/N: So, I decided to create a new story for my random drabbles/one-shot stories that I don't think are worth posting on their own, since they're so short. Each chapter will be it's own mini story. They will vary from fluff, to smut, to angst, to crack and anything in between. Also, please forgive the cringe-worthy title hahaa... Anywho, here's the first installment! :P

The woman stalked her prey through the halls, moving with the silent grace of a gentle breeze. Keeping herself well-hidden, she watched his every move, calculating, and patiently biding her time. There was no room for error.

The man had foolishly dropped his defenses, left himself unguarded and unsuspecting. He had yet to notice her presence following him like a shadow. He was being careless, and it would be his downfall. Finally, he would be defeated at her hands.

It all happened in a matter of seconds. He paused in his movements and an eerie silence settled around them, so quiet that she could hear her heart pounding in her ears. The tension threatened to suffocate her if she didn't act quickly. Knowing this was the moment, she launched herself into the air, poised to strike.

Her target moved with a speed she couldn't comprehend as he turned around and easily grabbed her wrist, halting her attack in mid-air.

Her breath caught in her throat as he stared her down, the endless darkness of his eyes swallowing up any remnants of her courage. His lips twisted into a wicked smirk and she knew it was over. She had failed her mission.

"You almost had me that time," Vegeta noted with humour, tugging out the earbuds he had been wearing with his other hand. "If you didn't stomp around like an elephant, you might have actually had a chance."

Bulma scoffed, looking offended, but before she had a chance to reply, he spun her around and gave her ass a firm smack.

"I win," He said simply as he released her.

"Goddamn it, Vegeta!" Bulma complained, rubbing her stinging bottom, much to his amusement.

Bulma glared at him as he put the earbuds back in place and gave her another self-satisfied smirk before turning and continuing his trek to the gravity room.

She didn't understand. She had been completely silent, one with the shadows! If it had been anyone else, she would have succeeded. Damn her husband and his superhuman senses. Mostly, damn him and those tight, spandex shorts he wore. One day, Bulma vowed, staring at her prize as he walked off. Yes, one day, she would spank that perfect booty and it would be sweet, sweet victory.

A/N: Well I guess the first one is crack :|