Bulma sighs, slinging her briefcase over one shoulder as she ran her fingers through her long teal blue hair. The meeting had bee far to long and she'd been anticipating the end of it, signifying her return home where her cranky husband awaited her. She looked no older than the age of 20, thanks to the wish Vegeta had made. Now she aged liked a saiyan and she had more energy than a woman her age was supposed to have. vegeta had not only made her young again, but a saiyan. Her tail emerges from beneath her skirt, waving from side to side. She looks up, searching the skies before taking flight towards home. Who neede a car when she could fly? She twirls in the air, feeling like peter pan, diving through the clouds like a bird, giggling like a school girl. She sighs, the wind blowing through her hair, ruffling her well-pressed business suit. She unbuttons her shirt, reveal a little cleavage. "Oi, I was getting a little hot," She replies to the sky.<br>Trunks and Bra were grown adults now, having their own jobs 
and families to worry about. Pan was expecting any day now and Bra and Goten had a son almost a year ago. Things had changed so much, the house was so quiet without the others. Now it is just her and Vegeta... her parent long since deceased. Not that it wasn't a bad things...just her and Vegeta, but she felt lonely sometimes. Being the president of Capsule Corp. kept her busy most of the time, but she knew that Vegeta always looked forward to her arrival. Even though he'd never admit it, he would be standing out front, fighting his own shadow to waste time. When she'd arrive he'd invite her to spar with him and she would happily accept.<br>It was always like ballet. Their punches and kicks would soar in liquid motion. It felt good and so right... She, Vegeta, and everyone celebrated when she finally reached supersaiyan a few weeks ago. Surprisingly, it was Vegeta and Goku who had arranged it all.<br>Bulma smiles, Vegeta had changed so much since the first time they met so many odd years ago.<br>She flies 
through another puffy white cloud and she knows that he is closeby, waiting for her. She exits the cloud, finding him standing there, arms crossed and his usual smirk.<br>The years hadn't touched him either, in saiyan terms, Vegeta is barely considered an adult and he had used the dragonballs to give him a few more years of life. Even though his age had been downgraded to 30, his physical appearance hadn't changed a bit. It only ment that he had many hungry years to be at his mate's side and hopefully when the time came, they would die old together... For now, they had 320 yeares left before they'd have to worry about wrinkles or white hair. Bulma jerks her head, tossing her hair from her face and adjusting the briefcase in her hand.<br>Bulma knows that it is that time of year again when the urge became almost unbearable to a saiyan... mating season, but this would be her first time experiencing it.<br>They make eye contact, hovering in mid air, waiting for one to speak first.<br><font color=blue>To Be Continued...