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Corruption

by: Stacey Meyer

Disclaimer: Vegeta is my slave, despite popular belief.

Rating: 'R'

Warning: Swearing in this chapter and hints of dirty thoughts and things to come... hehe. Do I smell foreshadowing? I think I do!

Chapter Two:"Corruption Ensues"

I pull the steaming bowl full of spaghetti, my favorite meal, out of the oven, minding the scorching hotness of it. I learned that lesson once, and it left quite a nasty scar on my upper forearm. Next out of the oven comes the French bread, can't have spaghetti without baked bread. I set that down on the table and grab the gallon of milk, setting that along side of the bread and mozzarella and parmesancheeses.

Vegeta stares a hole into his plate, practically willing food to appear on it. A smile spreads its way onto my face, and I fight the urge to laugh,but instead of laughing, I find myself staring at him again. I really need to get a grip. It's not healthy to have this type of infatuation, if I would evencall it that.

Back to the task at hand. I set the spaghetti onto the table after setting out a small portion for myself, and serve Vegeta his gigantic helping and pouring his milk for him. Sometimes I feel like I should be spoon feeding this ape... I could just picture what Vegeta would do if I tried to give him the 'airplane' bit and shove a spoon into his gaping mouth. I have to fight back my laughter again, but the image of Vegeta being spoon fed is seared into my brain permanently.

Dinner went as usual. Vegeta devoured everything in sight and I ate my small portions in twice the time it took him. The usual comfortable silence ensued and we ate in complete silence. After we were finished, I cleared the table and put the dishes in the washer.

Now I sit at the table, waiting for Vegeta to leave, secretly stealing glances at him whenever I can. At my remembrance of him presently being in only a towel, unbridled thoughts enter my mind about the alien prince, making me blush and feel squeamish in his presence. Man, this is awkward.

I wish he would just go and train already! Ugh! But no, he just sits here in that towel, tempting me more than he would ever imagine. I feel my cheeks grow even hotter at the thoughts of what would transpire between the two of us. I think he knows what I am thinking because he smirks his cocky little smirk. This is all his fault! Damn him for being so damn sexy.

Getting up from his previous spot at the table, he walks towards the stairs going up to the second level, making that retched towel slip downfurther towards mydemise. A few more centimeters and I know I will be lost for good.

Luckily, or maybe not depending on how you look at it, Vegeta leaves me to drool all over myself. Good Kami, that man has a hell of a way of tempting women to do things out of character.

After a good five minutes of cooling down, I finally get a hold of myself to pick up the phone and call my long time safety-net of a boyfriend. He answers after a few rings and I am glad for a distraction from Vegeta.

"Hey babe, what's up?" I cringe. I hate that stupid nickname.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that Yamcha? ...... Anyway, I was just wondering what you were up to."

"Hehe, sorry 'bout that. As for what's going on, I was actually going to hit the sack. Ya know, I got practice in the morning." Well, of course he does! I think to myself sarcastically. He always has fucking practice. Or a game. Or a promotion. Or a charity event. Or something else that has nothing to do with me. I wish baseball was never dreamt up. I grumble quietly to myself and make up the excuse of sleep to get off of the phone. Yamcha wished me a goodnight and hung up promptly.

Piss on that. I swear he does it to torture me. I haven't seen him in close to three weeks now. Three weeks of no one to talk to except my parents and Vegeta.

My dad is the only one of the three that I can hold a decent conversation with but he is too damn busy to talk about anything but his precious Capsule Corps. So that leaves my mom and Vegeta, and talking to my mom is more painful than having a tooth pulled, so that just leaves one person. And that one person wouldn't even dream of having a conversation with someone below his station, mainly me.

This is the very man who haunts my every waking moment with his perfect body and nowtortures me nightly as well. I imagine that whole towel thing will make for some pretty fun dreams tonight. Maybe I will turn in early tonight. I would like to see what kind of shit my corrupt mind will conjure up this time.

~ Author's Note ~

What did ya think? I pretty much bull-shitted the whole thing, but I hope you guys enjoyed it! I graduate on Sunday! YAY! No more school!! I'm so happy! Does the happy dance Okay, I'm done. Peace!

Stacey ~ Crazyhelga