I know, I know I suck…sorry.

So here you go. (By the way, anyone ever seen the movie below?) Current year 1955.

Enjoy.

Mortal Kombat

Back at Frieza's Mansion . . .

"Please forgive me, my love. I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting. I wasn't expecting Vegeta to drop by." Frieza addressed Bulma upon entry into his parlor.

"It's no worries, darling. I did manage to keep myself busy while you were gone." She replied.

"I see you have many portraits here. Who are these people?" She inquired about the large photographs hanging on the wall near the windows.

"The one in the middle is my father, King Cold, and the one to the ri . . ." Frieza began to inform but was cut off by Bulma's shock.

"Oh my gosh, your father is a King?" Bulma asked, whipping her head around, completely astonished by the notion that her, soon to be, father-in-law was the ruler of another country.

Frieza chuckled at her bewilderment. "No darling, my father is not a king. He likes to believe that he is, therefore, addresses himself as such. He resides in Italy, and you know for as long as I could remember, he's always carried himself as royalty. Although he may not be the ruler of the country, he certainly is the most feared, making him the most dangerous person in his entire country. No one, not even the president of Italy, would dare cross my father." Frieza stated with confidence.

"Wow your father must be a real big shot, huh?" Bulma queried now eagerly interested about what she was being told.

"The biggest." he replied.

"And who's this guy next to your dad?" She asked, pointing to the portrait, to the right of Frieza's father.

"That's my idiot brother, Cooler." Frieza sneered.

Bulma didn't fail to notice the nasty tone is Frieza's voice as well as the change in his demeanor when he mentioned his brother.

"I take it, you two don't really get along, do ya?" She pried, curious as to the animosity between the two.

"Oh we get along just fine. Let's just say that if my brother was in a ditch, dying and breathing his last few breathes and all he needed was a helping hand, I would most likely end his misery by kicking him further into the ditch." Frieza retorted.

"Hmm, come to think of it, putting him out of his misery would actually be too kind a gesture of me. I would rather just watch him die slowly instead." He uttered aloud thoughtlessly.

Frieza hated his older brother Cooler. No matter what Frieza did or had, Cooler had already done it or had it and did it or had it better than he did. What made it worse was the fire that caused Frieza's deformity did absolutely nothing to Cooler as he came out unscathed. He had more money than Frieza, more power than Frieza, better looks than Frieza which lead to more women than Frieza and it irked him to no end. Frieza always had to practically threaten women to sleep with him, whereas Cooler had tons of women just begging to suck his cock.

"Geez, talk about sibling rivalry." Bulma responded, bringing Frieza out of his thoughts.

A knock at the door disrupted their banter.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" Said Zarbon, poking his head through the entryway.

"Yes Zarbon. Darling would you excuse us, there are a few things that I would like to discuss with Zarbon. I don't want to bore you, so I'll have the driver pull up around front and take you anywhere that you desire." Frieza informed Bulma.

"Of course, my love. I will see you later on tonight, yes?" she inquired about the dinner they had planned for the evening, while grabbing her mink and purse.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, dear." Frieza confirmed.

As Bulma made her way out of the parlor, Zarbon was making his way in, holding the door open for her and giving her a once over. He never got tired of looking at the blue-haired vixen. Although he was aware of her ulterior motive, he knew Frieza well enough to know that no female could ever cloud his judgment, so there was no need to fear her presence, for she was only temporary.

"Zarbon." Bulma purred in a sultry tone, acknowledging the man's presence.

"Ms. Briefs." Zarbon replied in a more huskier tone than usual, as he held the door open for Bulma to depart, watching her as she sauntered away. Luckily, for his sake, Frieza was oblivious to the entire exchange, as he had more pressing matters to deal with.

"You called for me, sir?" Asked Zarbon as he made his way toward his boss.

"Indeed I did, Zarbon." Frieza spoke. "It seems we're going to be having a little bit of a problem with the Saiyans." He sneered.

"Problems? What kind of problems could those buffoons cause us, Mi' Lord?" Zarbon inquired, genuinely confused as to why Frieza would find the Saiyans problematic.

"I just had an unannounced visit from Vegeta about his new endeavors in our business." Frieza enlightened.

"What the hell does the lil' pipsqueak plan on doing, I mean isn't working for you more than enough for him to handle?" Zarbon queried.

"Well if you'd let me finish, then maybe I could get to that part." Frieza stated, annoyed that he was interrupted. Zarbon swallowed and nodded, letting his boss know that he would not speak unless he was asked to, knowing full well that interrupting Frieza could result in his tongue being removed.

"As I was saying, he showed up unexpectedly, well according to him he had an appointment with me which I knew nothing about, but he mentioned something about broadening his horizons. 'Expansion' he called it." Frieza explained, using air quotes for emphasis.

"But I think it's more than that. I think he and his little posse are plotting something; something that's going to cause a conflict that will interfere with my business. Although, he assures me that he is not, by any means, trying to impede on my business, I don't believe him for a second. After all, I did train him. Molded him into the man he's become today. However, I never once thought he would be a threat to me. Not that I can't squash him like the bug he is, but still, he is my biggest money maker." Frieza continued.

"Errgmm, sir, if I may?" Zarbon asked after clearing his throat so as not to seem as if he was interrupting again.

"You may." Frieza responded finally wanting to hear his input.

"It doesn't make any sense. He's got everything he needs. Money, fame, women. He's practically independent with his own crew and is only paying you a percentage of his profits, keeping the remaining proceeds to himself. What more could he want? Why this expansion all of a sudden? The only reason anyone would want to expand, would be to start an empire of their own. How could he think that you wouldn't see that as him stepping on your toes? He must be up to something, sir?" Zarbon finished.

"Yes, I'm fully aware of that now. Which is where you come in. I need you to make a few calls for me, I assume you know which calls to make and to whom. If Vegeta wants to expand, I won't make it easy for him. In fact I'll make it downright, virtually, impossible for him." Frieza plotted.

"If he thinks he can try to take down my empire, he's got another thing comin'." Frieza finished with a sinister grin on his disfigured face.

"I'm on it, sir." Said Zarbon as he quickly turned face and headed straight for the door, giddy to begin his assignment.

"Oh and Zarbon, one more thing…"

"Yes sir?"

"If I ever catch you ogling my fiancé again, I'll claw your eyeballs out, with your fingers after I cut your hand off, then shove one eyeball up your ass and the other one down your throat."

Have I made myself clear?" Frieza threatened.

Zarbon swallowed hard. He had no idea his boss caught that. 'I guess it's true what they say. He really does have eyes in the back of his head' he thought.

"Ye ye yes, mi Lord. Won't happen again I promise." Zarbon assured as he bowed bidding his departure, quickly reaching the door and leaving before Frieza decided not to give him a second chance.

Meanwhile . . .

As Frieza's driver took Bulma to her destination she began to reflect on her life and how she got in her current position.

Flashback . . . (1940)

"You want me to do WHAT?!" Bulma's Aunt Sylvia yelled.

"Shhh! Would you keep your voice down damnit? You'll wake up the damned dead!" Bulma's dad, Trunks, whispered harshly, holding his index finger to his mouth.

"Or at least wake up Bulma." He clarified as he glanced at the partially cracked open door of his daughter's bedroom.

He slowly walked over and closed it quietly, making sure she didn't wake up.

"Listen bro, I don't care what you're going through, you ain't leavin' me here to raise you're snot nose brat! You think you got problems? Huh? I'm the one with the problems, I just got outta rehab!" Sylvia responded, reminding her older brother of her alcoholism.

"That's right. You did. And who came to visit you every week? Who took you into their home with open arms when you got out? Who gave you a second chance when no one else would? Huh? It was me and that little girl you call a 'snot nose brat' who asked about her favorite aunt all the time." Trunks replied, pointing to himself and then his daughter's room for emphasis.

"So you owe me. Whether you like it or not!" Trunks said with finality, leaving no room for argument on the subject.

"Ok, fine, whatever but where are you going? How will I contact you? Why are you even leaving in the first place? You're not telling me anything and yet you're leaving me with the burden of raising YOUR child. Me. A recovering alcoholic, no less. Something's gotta be up. What are you not telling me, damnit, I have a right to know!" She demanded.

She was right. She had every right to know why he was running and leaving his daughter behind. But he couldn't tell her. And he had to go, he just had to. Someone was after him. His life was being threatened and he had to escape but he couldn't flee with his daughter lest they find her with him and use her against him or worse, take her life. He just couldn't let that happen. Bulma and his sister was all he had left ever since his wife died giving birth. The people who were after him didn't even know that he had a daughter (thank god), so he had to leave her behind. He had something they wanted, something that was going to change the world and make him the richest man alive for generations and they wanted their hands on it.

'If I go and lay low for a couple of years then maybe I could finish my work and come back for Bulma. I just hope she'll understand.' He thought.

"Look…" Trunks sighed, "I can't tell you anything right now, for yours and Bulma's sake. But I promise I'll come back for you. I can't promise you when, but I can promise you that I will." He affirmed.

"I'm leaving you with the house, the car and enough money to get you by for the next couple of months until you find a steady job. Look, Bulma's great ok. She's not a handful. She's cute, funny and smarter than most kids her age. I know she won't give you any serious problems. I'm asking you. No. I'm begging you to please take care of her and guard her with your life, you hear me?" Trunks beseeched, grabbing Sylvia's shoulders, looking her dead in the eyes and shaking her slightly for her affirmation.

Sylvia had never seen her brother look so serious before in her entire life. The look she saw in her brother's eyes was desperation. She had no choice but to comply.

"Fine…" She sighed, giving in. "I'll do it. For you. And for her. I'll take good care of her and protect her with my life." She vowed.

"Just…promise me you'll take care of yourself, ok? Sylvia asked, hugging her brother tightly.

"I will. Don't worry about me ok? Just take care of Bulma, and yourself." Trunks told his sister before making his way to the door.

"Wait. Aren't you going to say goodbye to her?" Sylvia urged.

Trunks gave his daughter's room one last lingering look before shaking his head No.

"I can't." He breathed out, defeated.

"You know why." He finished as he walked out the front door, off to god knows where.

She understood however. Saying goodbye would not only be painful, but it might sway his decision to leave; and for whatever reason it was, Trunks did feel that he had to go. So she let him go, watching him through the front window.

"Goodbye Trunks, hope we see you sooner than later."

The ten year old little girl wasn't asleep, though. She heard the entire conversation in her room. Her house was old and the walls weren't very thick and she listened as her father argued with her aunt and then walked out of her life without so much as a 'goodbye sweetheart, I'll see you soon'.

How could he leave her like that? How could he just abandon her without saying anything to her? Worst, she was left with her unstable aunt who was a recovering alcoholic. As much as she used to love her aunt before rehab, she didn't like her very much afterwards. She wasn't the joyful, pleasant aunt that she used to remember.

Bulma awoke the next morning, after crying herself to sleep and tossing and turning all night, with a new found passion of hatred for her father. 'Why did you leave me daddy?' was all she thought about as she got ready for school that morning. 'What did I do wrong? Who's going to tuck me in every night and read to me and Mr. Snuggles?' She thought clutching her teddy bear as she waited for her aunt to make her breakfast and take her to school.

"Hey look squirt, your dad's gonna be gone for a while ok? I don't know where he went or when he'll be back but it's just gonna be you and me for now ok?" Sylvia informed the young girl.

"What do you wanna eat for breakfast? You want some cereal or I can whip you up some pancakes maybe?" She asked, but Bulma shook her head no. She didn't have much of an appetite after what happened last night and what her aunt just confirmed this morning.

"Well you gotta eat somethin' kid. I can't let you go to school starvin'." She urged, but Bulma still shook her head no.

"Fine," Sylvia sighed, "here's a banana, take it with you in case you get hungry on your way." She finished, giving up on trying to feed the little girl, throwing on her jacket and grabbing Bulma's backpack, handing it to her. Bulma stood up and took her backpack then followed her aunt out of the house and into the car for her ride to school.

This became the daily routine for Bulma and her aunt. After a few short weeks, Sylvia got a job as a waitress at the local diner down the street from their home. Over the years things seemed to fall into place as a routine was formed. Bulma would go to school, while Sylvia went to work. Bulma came home from school and did her homework, and Sylvia would come home from work and cook dinner. Both would ask about each other's day and then it was off to bed.

Bulma never really found much comfort at home, but school was her haven. She loved to learn new things. She was always at the top of her class and before she knew it she had skipped a few grades and became the youngest freshman in high school at the tender age of twelve. She didn't have many friends, what with her being a twelve year old and all. She was also considered a total bookworm and spent most of her days in the library where no one could bother her.

She was practically invisible, which was only fitting since that's how she felt ever since her dad left two years ago. Still she had heard no word from him, not even a letter or a simple postcard on her birthday. Her aunt would tell her that he was still out there and that he would come back one day, but they both stopped hoping a long time ago.

Bulma graduated high school at the age of fifteen only needing three years to complete high school as opposed to the normal four years that were required. She'd graduated with honors and was the youngest valedictorian in her high school's history. Along with that came a full scholarship to any school she wanted to attend in the country. She chose Chicago's top university however, not wanting to leave her home town being that she'd never been anywhere else.

Bulma studied Bioengineering and at eighteen, just like high school she graduated with her Bachelor's Degree within three years, with honors and once again as valedictorian. She applied for another full scholarship, which she was granted what with her grades and all and decided to go for her Master's Degree in Chemistry and Accelerated Physics, which she got at twenty one. She decided that she would go for her PhD in Neuro Technology, graduating at twenty four, once again at the top of her class.

Although Bulma was very proud of all her accomplishments, society would have it that a female, no matter how many degrees she had to her name, meant absolutely nothing and wouldn't get her far. Women were only good for cooking, cleaning and baring children. They had no business in the work place. Bulma would apply for jobs that she was more than qualified for, just to get turned down for some man who was less than qualified for the position.

She'd learned the hard way that this was a man's world.

She'd went to a job interview for a positon at one of the top Bioengineering companies in the country. While she was being interviewed, she noticed that her interviewer kept staring at something below her jaw and when she discreetly looked down to see what it was, she noticed one of the buttons of her blouse had come undone, giving her interviewer a perfect view of the top of her ample breasts.

As disgusted as she was with the man's audacity to not even try to cover up what he was staring at, she decided to use this to her advantage.

"So you see, sir, I'm more than qualified for this position and I believe that I would be a great asset to your firm." She told him, shoving the resume closer to him, leaning forward as she did so, giving the man an even better view of her breasts. At this angle he could actually see that the top of her bra was pink lace. He wondered what the rest looked like.

"Let's cut to the chase here." Bulma said in a sultry tone as she got up and walked around the man's desk, over to his chair and sat right in his lap, straddling him.

"Ma'am I don't…" the man tried to protest but was cut off by the determined woman.

"I saw the way you looked at me," she whispered in his ear, lightly sucking on his earlobe, "and I know you want me. I could make it worth your while if you consider hiring me." She continued as she grinded on his growing erection. Bulma was absolutely disgusted with herself but felt that she had no other choice.

"So whatdya say . . ." she asked as she leaned in closer to his ear and whispered "boss?" She finished.

The man swallowed hard and his breathing got heavy as this breathtakingly gorgeous woman sat on top of him offering to sleep with him for her position. He nodded eagerly as he moved in closer for a kiss, but was met with nothing but air as Bulma reeled back away from his awaiting lips.

"Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast buddy. I'm gonna need you to sign this contract approving your hiring of me and along with the six month guarantee of non-termination." She bargained. Who's to say that she'd sleep with the man only for him to still deny her the position. 'Hell No!' she thought.

He agreed and signed the forms and true to her word Bulma rocked that man's world all over his office.

Bulma walked out with her head held high, not feeling an ounce of her dignity lost. She felt she did what she had to do and she had to use her assets to get what she wanted in life since her hard earned degrees wouldn't do the trick.

True to her word, Bulma became a major asset to the company and finding herself promoted to Senior Executive within her third month. Thankfully she never had to sleep with or see that pig who hired her since he was transferred to another department in a different state.

Her sixth month at the firm was approaching and she knew her contract of a guaranteed non-termination would be up but she wasn't worried. She was confident in her position at the firm and if anything, they'd promote her to Senior Director of the whole department, what with her excellent work ethic.

However, Bulma once again had to learn the hard way that this was, indeed, a man's world.

"What?!" She yelled at the poor messenger who handed her the pink slip. "They're firing me?! They can't fire me. I'm the best damn thing that ever happened to this company!" She loudly protested. She couldn't believe they were letting her go. On what grounds? Hadn't she proven herself worthy of the position? She even got promoted three months into the business, they can't fire her, she thought. This had to be a mistake. Had to be.

"Look, this has to be some kind of mistake. They have no reason to let me go. I have to go talk to the Senior Director right away. Is he in?" She asked the young intern, who nodded, fearful of her wrath if she didn't get to speak to the Senior Director immediately. Bulma raced up the stairs to the thirtieth floor, not bothering to use the elevator for she was pumped up with so much anger that the adrenaline rush was enough to make her run a marathon.

She barged into the office, startling the front desk secretary. "Is he in there?" Bulma didn't need to specify who 'he' was since there was only one Senior Director and this was only his office.

"Ye ye yes he is, bu but I don't think you should just burst in there and…" but the poor secretary's rant fell on deaf ears as Bulma stormed right passed her desk and into the Senior Director's office.

"Ah, Ms. Brief's you're just in time. I'd like for you to meet our newest intern, Marron." Said the Senior Director gesturing toward the big breasted blue haired bimbo. 'Ugh, she isn't even a natural blue. You could see her dark roots growing out. What a floozy.' Bulma thought.

"So you knew I was coming up here, huh? Why are you firing me? Haven't I done enough for this company? I'm the best damn thing to ever happen to this firm?!" She hollered

"Ms. Briefs you need to keep your voice down. You are outta line." The Senior Director said sternly.

"Oh I'm 'outta line', Bob, you're firing me for absolutely no reason and I'm the one that's 'outta line'. Really?" Bulma responded sardonically.

"Marron, would you mind just giving us a few minutes please? This won't take long I promise." The man told the told the intern who was watching the entire exchange in amusement.

"Sure, I'll be right outside, boss." She said that last word with a little more emphasis staring right at Bulma as she did so, with a tiny, triumphant smirk on her face. Bulma sneered at the girl before she made her exit.

"Listen Bulma, it's nothing personal, it's just politics. We have to pay you, and we don't have to pay her. It makes sense." Bob explained. Truthfully he was threatened by Bulma. He saw how quick she was progressing in their firm and feared that she would take his position in no time. So he did what he had the chance to do now before he regretted it.

"Well you can't just fire me Bob. The Board of Directors has to have the final say, and I doubt they are going to let me go so easily." She retorted confidently.

"I already got their approval this morning." Bob retaliated.

"What?! How did you…when did they…how is that even possible?!" Bulma screamed furious at this new revelation. She had no idea that the Board could just toss her aside like a piece of trash after her hard work. Granted she was only there for six months but she had done the work of employees who had been there for over a decade within those six months.

Bob showed her the pink slip with the Board of Directors stamp finalizing her dismissal from the firm.

'How could they do this to me? I gave them everything that I had.' She thought to herself as tears began to form in her eyes.

"Listen Bulma, I'll write you a recommendation for you to work anywhere you want in the country. It's not the end of the line for you. You've got so much potential, just…not with us." Bob told her with as much sincerity as he could conjure up (which really wasn't much).

"Well screw you and your recommendation. Screw those dimwitted Board of Directors and screw this shitty firm." Bulma angrily seethed. "You and everyone here are going to regret the day that you let Bulma Briefs go from this company." She vowed, as she stormed past Bob and made her way to the door.

"Well if that's how you feel…." Bob shrugged with a little smirk on his face, not caring at all about Bulma's frivolous tantrum.

"Go to Hell Bob!" Bulma spat with as much venom as possible before she stormed out, slamming the door behind her causing a few of Bob's glass-framed Degrees to fall and shatter on the ground.

What made this entire situation worse was that this happened on her twenty fifth birthday.

End of Flashback . . .

Bulma shook her head out of her thoughts. I wasn't long ago since she was let go from her position at the company. A few months later she had met Frieza, which brings her to her current position today as his fiancé.

She began reflecting back on today's events and the man that she met back at Frieza's compound. 'What did he say his name was again? Vegitator or something like that. Gosh what an asshole. I seriously wouldn't mind never running into him again. Although he was very handsome, but definitely lost points with that sucky attitude of his.' She thought.

She was once again brought out of her thoughts, as the driver pulled up to her destination.

"Here we are madam, Pete's Diner." Said the driver as he opened the car door for Bulma helping her out of the limo.

"Thanks Geoffrey." Bulma responded as she made her way to the Diner for breakfast. She was meeting with her best friend Juu, but everyone called her "Eighteen" since that was her lucky number and has helped her on more than one occasion at the casinos.

As she entered the Diner, she scanned the place for Eighteen, who she saw was waving her hand in the air to get her attention. Once they made eye contact, Bulma began to make her way over to Eighteen, when she was side bumped by a customer who was getting up from his table but clearly not being vigilant of his surroundings.

"Hey buddy, watch yourself…you again." Bulma gasped as she addressed the customer before realizing who she was talking to.

"Me? What are you blind? Couldn't you see that I was making my way out of my seat before you 'casually' bumped into me?" Vegeta fired back, none too happy with once again bumping into the blue-haired bitch.

"Or maybe you were just trying to cop a feel. You just didn't get enough of me from earlier, huh?" Vegeta teased.

His two counterparts were now engrossed in the heated encounter taking place as they quietly sat down and observed the two. Eighteen, now wondering who Bulma was arguing with, decided to make over to see what the problem was. The rest of the customers in the Diner also began to take interest in their quarrel.

"Ugh, you're disgusting, you pig. Besides judging by your height," she started, looking him up and down for emphasis, "I doubt there is much to really feel." She finished triumphantly as her eyes trailed back down to the region right below his belt. Although Vegeta wasn't a tall man, he was still taller than her.

He stepped closer to her so that they were nose to nose which caused Vegeta to have to tilt his head down just a little lower.

"Trust me toots, what I lack in height I most definitely make up for in my 'Cock . . . iness.'" Vegeta confidently responded with a devilish smirk. Bulma wanted to smack it right off of his face.

And she attempted to do just that as she lifted her hand up, but before it could make contact with his face, he grabbed her wrist. This time yanking her in the direction of the back door leading to the back alley.

"Oh my goodness, where's he taking her?!" Eighteen asked the other two occupants as she reached their table, panicked that her friend was just taken like that.

"Don't worry. He's just taking her to the back alley. Probably to rile her up and scare her a little." Nappa answered in his gruff voice. He knew Vegeta well enough to know that he would never hurt a woman, at least not with his own hands.

"But never mind where he's taking her. I wanna know where I can take you tonight." Said Raditz as he looked Eighteen up and down, enjoying the sight before him. "Who are you, hot stuff?" He asked.

"I'm your worst nightmare, asshole." Eighteen replied, absolutely disgusted at his pathetic attempt to pick her up. 'Men.' She thought, rolling her eyes.

"Ooh, you're a feisty one." Raditz responded, loving the sassiness. "Well if you're my nightmare, then I'd like to have this nightmare every single night. I'd like to have this nightmare all-night-long." He oozed as he licked his lips, drinking in the sight before him.

Eighteen was a gorgeous blonde, with shoulder length hair and sky blue eyes. She had the body of an amazon queen from what Raditz could tell by looking at her in her snug-fit, knee length, white dress. It hugged her in all the right places and she had the killer curves for it. Raditz could think of a million things he could do with that body.

"Listen moron, I'm not interested so get lost." She finished, as she turned around to face Nappa who seemed to be the only one giving her any answers, while unknowingly giving Raditz full view of her backside.

"Do you know how long they'll be out there?" She inquired.

"Not long. Vegeta is not a man of many words. He'll say enough to get his point across then go on about his business, leaving her to do the same." Nappa informed her.

"Well if he thinks he'll be the only one doing all the talking, and getting his point across…then he's got another thing comin'." Eighteen finished as she made her way back to her table to await Bulma.

Meanwhile in the Alley . . .

Vegeta dragged the infuriating wench to the back alley at Pete's Diner where they usually dump their garbage. None of the staff found this strange seeing as this was what Vegeta normally did to people that he wanted to scare, just not in front of the paying customers.

Vegeta was so pissed off at the fact that this woman felt that she could talk down to him, in front of his men no less and then try to strike him. Well he was going to teach her a lesson of what happens to people who dare challenge the leader of The Saiyans.

Vegeta dragged the woman outside to the nearest wall, slamming her hard on the brick surface without a care in the world.

"Listen bitch, I don't know who you think you are, but if you ever…" Vegeta harshly started but was cut off by the angry woman.

"No you listen, buddy." She spat as she ripped her arm out of his grasp. Vegeta had forgotten that he was still holding her. "I don't care who you think you are, but if you ever man-handle me like that in public again, I'll…" She almost finished but was interrupted by Vegeta.

"Oh so you only like getting man-handled in private, huh? No wonder you're marrying Frieza, I'm pretty sure he has to man-handle all of his women to bed. I guess since you seem to be the only broad who's into that then that's why he gave you the ring." Vegeta mocked.

"Shut up. You don't know anything about me or why I'm marrying Frieza." Bulma sneered, jabbing her index finger into his chest, too upset to realize that she'd outted herself.

"Ah I didn't realize that there was an ulterior motive to you marrying Frieza." Vegeta smirked triumphantly, knowing that he'd caught her. Bulma snapped her mouth shut, fearful that she would give out more information than necessary, out of anger. He grabbed the hand that was closer to his chest and pinned it on the wall above her head. He did the same thing with her other hand in case she thought about slapping him again.

"Look, I don't give a damn about you or your motives with this sham of an engagement. Just stay the hell out of my way, got it?" He asked menacingly looking her squarely in the eye for emphasis. Bulma looked him dead in the eyes with just as much fervor.

"Just as long as you stay the hell out of mine." She countered. Vegeta, not used to having anyone not back down to him, couldn't help but notice the fire in her eyes when she spoke to him. He grew a little more respect for her in that moment. He nodded and then let her go, backing away from her and walking back into the Diner, leaving her to her thoughts.

Bulma was more upset at the fact that she basically allowed herself to lose her composure and almost outted herself, especially to that imbecile. She gave herself a moment to take a few deep breaths before walking in to meet Eighteen. She finally made her way to her table.

"What was that all about?" Asked Eighteen, curious to know what their feud was about.

"Ugh, just another one of Frieza's goons. Seriously out of all of Frieza's men, he's the only one that seems to get under my skin." She replied, looking up at the man in question who was getting ready to depart with his men.

As Vegeta made it to the door, he looked in the direction of Bulma's table. The two made eye contact and once again there was an unspoken dialogue transpiring.

Round one was hers. Round two was his. They were at a stalemate.

The battles were over but the war was just beginning.

Well I hope you enjoyed...sorry for the long wait. Laziness, loss of inspiration, computer break down and blah blah blah….I can only hope that you all still stick with me to the end no matter how difficult I'm being.

To my faithful reviewers Imaginary Ink, Nova.81, Jasmine -.- Momo-chan, Angelical Love and Nancy103, just to name a few, I hope I haven't lost you as readers and reviewers. Also I'd like to personally shout out Englishhedgehog13, who btw is a guy, I honestly didn't even know guys read this genre of fanfiction. So kool lol.

Anyway if you see plot holes in the story, then they were put there for a reason so don't worry they will be filled.

Until Next Time….