Hey peeps! TG here, as if you didn't already know that! Guess what! This is officially my 2nd fic! I'm so proud! I know I haven't finished DCT, and I don't plan to give up on it, but I was listening to my Vitamin C CD and had a spur of inspiration more complete than any I have ever had before. This is a B/V get-together songfic that is inspired by Vitamin C's song, Turn Me On. I hope that you guys both like and review this fic. It's my 1st songie so I don't know if I'm any good at this type of fiction. I think it's pretty damn excellent though! And it doesn't have lemon, just says what happens w/o any juicy details. Oh, and I don't own the song or the characters, that being said. . . Read and hopefully enjoy my newest fic! Sayonara for now!

Turn Me On
By Trunkszgrl

Are you gonna turn me on,
Or are you gonna turn on me?


"It's over, Yamcha!" screamed Bulma, tears streaming heavily down her flushed face.

"Bulma, you're upset! Don't end what we have! Please!" pleaded the warrior.

"I'm serious, Yamcha! I can't bear the thought of you with another Becky or Julie or Tanya, I can't take your unfaithfulness anymore! Now leave me alone! I mean it this time, get out of my life!" she cried, slamming the heavy oak door in his shocked face.

It's just a sense,
Really nothing clear.
Is this desire,
Or is this fear?


Bulma curled up on the couch, burying her tear-streaked face in her arms. Her body shook with her internal sobs as she struggled to cope with the highly emotional break-up.

Vegeta entered the front room to see the blue-haired female weeping on one of the many pieces of furniture. Sighing, the prince realized the cause of her distress and felt, though he didn't know why, that he should attempt to ease it.

"He's not worth your pain." he stated.

Bulma's head jerked up to stare at him through puffy, red eyes and mussed hair.

"Who?" she choked out.

"You know who, that stupid human you claim to love. Yamchuck or something." answered the Saiyan.

"Yamcha." Bulma corrected.

"Whatever. I don't care what the hell his name is, I still don't think he deserves your tears."

"Why?"

"Because you deserve better, and you can do better than that two-timing scumbag."

"Why are you saying this?"

"It's what you want to hear, isn't it?"

"Well yes, but since when have you cared what others want?" Bulma asked, standing up and heading to her room before he could answer.

Do I let you in,
Do I shut you out -
Is this control,
Or is this doubt?


The woman stepped into her shower and washed away her sorrow over Yamcha. When she clambered out of the stall, she tied a towel around her torso and her hair and strode into her bedroom. She flopped down on her bed and closed her eyes, falling asleep before she knew it.

Bulma started awake after what seemed like only a few minutes of rest. She couldn't remember what had roused her and sat up quickly in uncertainty. With her sleep-blurred eyes, the woman glanced about her room. Shock overtook her being as she realized that there was someone else in her quarters, hidden in the shadows.

Vegeta had been cloaked in darkness, watching the woman sleep, for almost half an hour. He was considering his response to her haughty question from earlier and had just come up with a satisfactory answer when she began stirring from her slumber. Before he knew it, Bulma had shot straight up in bed and was staring directly at him.

"Damn." he cursed softly, making his way over to her bedside.

"What in Kami's name are you doing in my room at..." she stopped her angry query to glance at her digital timepiece "...three o'clock in the morning?!"

"You asked me something before you came up here and dozed off. I felt that you deserved an answer."

"Since when do you care what other people deserve?" Bulma sighed.

"Quiet. You already asked me one impossible question that I took well over five hours to come up with an answer for, the least you could do is listen to what I have to say."

"Fine, what is your response to my inquiry from earlier?"

Vegeta placed his hands on the bed and leaned towards Bulma, his coal black eyes never leaving her crystal blue ones.

You move so close,
That I feel your sweat -
Is it time to go,
Or not just yet?


"My answer is that I have never cared what others desire. The only reason I was half-way decent to you was because I could see that you were distressed, that and I couldn't stand the sound of your banshee version of crying. But I can now confidently state that you do not care for my compassion, so the next time I see you in pain, I will not go out of my way to ease it. That is what I have to say."

Bulma simply stared at him, intrigued by his words. She hadn't thought that it was her to antagonize him previously, and not the other way around. And now that she knew this, she felt ashamed. He had been trying to help her and she had interpreted it as taunting.

Her guilt magnified as the Saiyan man stood and turned to leave.

Here's the thing -
Is it love or hate,
Is it right or wrong,
Can we get it straight?
Can we just get it straight?


"Wait. Don't go, Vegeta. Stay and...talk." Bulma suggested shyly, swiftly sliding under the covers when she discovered her near-nakedness.

"Why?" he demanded.

"I misunderstood you before, I don't want that to happen again."

"Whatever." he stated, coming back to perch on the side of her mattress. "So what do you want to talk about? I do have better things to do than entertain the requests of some blue-haired witch, you know."

Are you gonna turn me on,
Or are you gonna turn on me?
Are you gonna turn me on,
Or are you gonna turn on me?


Bulma's cerulean eyes flashed that of an icy blue lake, cold and angry. She growled slightly and crossed her arms in a huff, glaring at him.

"Vegeta, I don't know why you insist upon bashing the way I look. But you aren't any prize yourself." she ground out.

"Woman, I am not insulting the way you look...I am insulting the way you are. And as for me, there is not one female on this planet that could or would resist my advances."

Bulma chuckled animatedly at his confident comment, but she suddenly found herself feeling slightly uncomfortable with his statement.

I laugh along,
Eye the door,
Play your game,
Still there's more.


"Do you really think that you would be able to refuse someone as perfect as I, woman?"

"There are other fish in the sea, you know. The Saiyan Prince is not the only image of perfection on this planet." she retorted.

"True..." he purred, "but can you honestly say that you would choose one of them over me?"

"Y-yes, I can and would." she stuttered.

"You don't sound too sure of yourself, woman." growled Vegeta, slowly scooting his way towards her.

Bulma found herself unable to pull away from his ebony orbs, and discovered half-heartedly that she was hypnotized by him.

You stare so deep
It gives me a chill
Maybe we should -
Should wait until...


The Saiyan continued advancing on the woman, his mind no longer controlling his body. It was then that he realized he was not going to ever be able to disentangle himself from the little female after this night. He was going to make her a permanent part of his life, be it willingly or reluctantly on both of their parts.

Bulma sat still and watched as Vegeta made his way towards her. She felt like she was having an out-of-body experience as she watched the Saiyan capture her lips with his and saw herself run her long fingers through his gravity-defying hair.

Then it's no surprise
When I feel your weight.
I can't react,
It's up to fate.
Up to...fate.


It was eleven a.m., Saturday morning, when a certain blue-haired woman woke up. She stretched her ivory colored limbs and yawned contentedly. Suddenly though, her pleased smile disappeared and was replaced by a look of sheer horror as the night's events came rushing back to her.

Bulma jumped from her bed and darted into the bathroom, crying new tears of shame and betrayal. She leapt into her shower and turned the water to hot. Attempting to scrub the filthy, slutty feeling off her skin, she only succeeded in changing her skin's delicate white color to an angry red.

The human collapsed under the heated liquid and once more curled herself into a ball, weeping desperately and wanting nothing more than to take back all that had happened last night. She had slept with the man who had killed her boyfriend, her first and only love. She, Bulma Briefs, had slept with a murderer, a cold-blooded, heartless fiend!

These thoughts brought a fresh wave of tears flooding from her eyes.

Are you gonna turn me on,
Or are you gonna turn on me?
Are you gonna turn me on,
Or are you gonna turn on me?
Are you gonna turn me on,
Or are you gonna turn on me?
Are you gonna turn me on,
Or are you gonna turn on me?


During the last half of the day, Bulma tried to maintain a normal attitude. But she found herself breaking down into painful tears whenever she had time to relive last night's events. She felt so dirty and used. It was especially hard to hide her depression from her mother, who happened to be extremely perceptive to moods. Bulma noticed that Vegeta had not once left his gravity room in the whole of the day, not even for lunch. This only served to worsen the situation as she wanted desperately to confront him and try to sort things out before what happened became public knowledge.

Bulma was finishing up on the plans for mass distribution of her father's latest invention when the stoic Saiyan prince stepped into her lab. He came up behind the woman and settled his hand on her upper-arm.

You touch my shoulder,
Could you be colder?
Are you gonna turn me on,
Or are you gonna turn on me?


"What do you want?" demanded Bulma angrily, spining to face him and shrugging out of his grasp.

"Only to talk." he answered shortly.

"I have nothing to say to you." she lied.

"Too bad, I have something to say to you."

"Can't guarantee I'll listen."

"You will if you know what is good for you."

"Are you threatening me?!" questioned Bulma, her voice raising in her rage.

"No. I would never threaten my woman."

"YOURS?! I DO NOT BELONG TO YOU! I AM AN INDEPENDENT FEMALE WHO DOES NOT NEED SOME SELF-CENTERED, PIG-HEADED MAN TO TAKE CARE OF HER!" she screamed.

"You belong to me now. Last night you didn't seem to mind me calling you mine." pointed out the prince.

"Last night was nothing but a huge mistake. One I wish dearly to take back." sobbed the woman, her composure weakening.

"Come on! You can not say that you regret last night when you obviously enjoyed it very much!" protested Vegeta.

"Yes I can and I just did!" retorted Bulma.

"FINE! THEN IT WAS A MISTAKE! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A LITTLE WHORE AND I HAVE SHAMED MY ENTIRE RACE BY BEDDING YOU!" shouted the Saiyan, turning on his heel and stomping out to the Capsule Corp. grounds.

Are you gonna turn me on,
Or are you gonna turn - turn on me?
Are you gonna turn me on,
Or are you gonna turn on me?


Bulma sank down to the floor of her lab as she felt the ground begin to rumble and shake. In seconds the quaking stopped and she knew that Vegeta had left the planet, possibly for good. Her tears flowed freely down her reddened face as she cried for the love she had so carelessly thrown away.

Are you gonna turn me on,
Or are you gonna turn on me?
Are you gonna turn me on,
Or are you gonna turn on me?


Nine months later, Bulma gave birth to a beautiful baby boy with lavender hair and cerulean eyes. His perpetual scowl brought tears of remembrance to the mother's eyes as his father watched, unseen, from the window of the hospital room.

Flying back to the landing site of his space capsule, Vegeta slipped back out of the atmosphere in his ship, proud of his mate and his new heir...Trunks Vegeta-Briefs. Though he would probably never freely admit his pleasure to them, they would have to just believe he cared for them, and he did. He really, really did.

Are you gonna turn me on,
Or are you gonna turn - turn on me?


The End. . . And the Beginning

So? How'd you guys like it? I wrote this in 3 hours, edited it in 20 minutes. I really hope you peeps enjoyed it and will review with nice comments. Please lemme know what'cha think about it. Like I said, this is my 2nd fanfic, 1st songie. And I would highly suggest to anyone to listen to Turn Me On by Vitamin C, it's an awesome song. She's one of my favorite artists. And the sequel is already written and will be out in a week or so. Alrighty then, I've said all that I've wanted to say, so sayonara and please, please REVIEW!!! Domo arigatou!