Disclaimer: Vegeta is my slave, despite popular belief.
Rating: 'R'
Warning: Language (Fucking Chuck Norris...)
Chapter Four: "Corruption is Sweet."
Work went as planned, except for the fact that Vegeta stormed by earlier, demanding my father to upgrade his training facilities again. Of course, my father jumped on it because he's scared shitless of the ass. Mmm.. and what a fine ass it is. Ugh! I need to stop this nonsense. I can't be thinking of Vegeta when I have a boyfriend. It's just not right.
But no matter what I do, no matter how hard I try to fight it, my soul keeps getting sucked into the abyss of Vegeta's black hole of a spirit. I keep thinking that maybe it's not Vegeta that is doing this to me, but really it is all my fault. I always did like the "bad-boy" demeanor in guys, so why should I place the blame on just one being? I'll tell you why, Vegeta is no ordinary being. He has killed thousands, whether it be of his own free will or not, and I'm sure he enjoyed it. Surely that is the reason why I am acting so different as of late. Of course it is. Kami, Bulma... I can't believe you let yourself feel guilty for thinking that maybe, just maybe, it was your own doing. I'm so stupid sometimes. Yamcha never had this kind of affect on me.
Speaking of Yamcha, the jerk hasn't even thought of calling me or stopping by. I mean, I've skipped plenty of days of work to see him, so why can't he skip one practice to come see his long-time girlfriend and keep her from doing something she wants to so badly she can taste it. His selfishness does not slip past me anymore... Damn selfish bastard, always thinking of himself before others. But then again, isn't that what I am doing right now? I don't know anymore. Ever since Vegeta came into the picture, my world has gone to shit. I used to have everything figured out. Yamcha and I were planning on getting married in the future and I knew exactly what I wanted out of a man, but then he came along and fucked up my perspective on everything.
I look at Vegeta and I see a strong man, a true fighter to the core, the exact opposite of Yamcha. Yeah, Yamcha's strong physically but the spirit inside of him is another story. It is void of anything close to strong and he would rather hit a ball than a man. All he cares about now is playing his stupid baseball and getting rich. Vegeta is a man of pride and devotion to everything he does, even if is a massacre of thousands. Also, when I look at Vegeta, I see a fine specimen of the male gender. He is perfectly sculpted, except for his shortness and his crazy hair, but those factors don't really take away from his gorgeous appeal.
I would classify Vegeta as a handsome looking man, and I'm sure millions of other women, and maybe even some men, would agree with me as well. His eyes are a dark smoky color and his hair is the same as his eyes, dark. Everything about Vegeta is dark, not only his eyes and his hair, but his complexion, attitude, and humor also. Even his past seems dark to me. But with every darkness comes light, right? I hope so, because if not, I fear I will become that darkness, without any light to pull me out.
"Bulma?" My mom comes to the rescue.
"Yeah, Mom. Whatcha need?"
"Well, honey, I need you to help me set the table. I'm planning a real family dinner, seeing as how you and your father are never home anymore to eat my delicious food. At least that sweet Vegeta boy is around to eat your helpings."
'Sweet Vegeta boy' my sweet ass. There's not a sweet thing about that man, I'll tell you that.
"Okay, Mom. I'll get right on that." I say sarcastically. I grab the dishes from the cupboard and set them in their designated places on the dining room table, along with the milk and biscuits. Yum, she made turkey. I love turkey! I grab a spoon full of mashed potatoes and shove it into my mouth, licking the silver utensil clean like a lolli-pop. After seducing my spoon and getting every bit of potato off of it, I set it back to where I will be sitting for dinner. Grabbing the pot of the delicious mashed vegetable, I set them on the table next to the milk and look up in time to see Vegeta looking at my spoon.
Oh, fuck... Did he actually see me licking the spoon like that? Please say he didn't. Please oh, please oh, please oh, please oh, please. He looks at me and stares like I'm one of his prey. I don't know whether or not I should be by turned on by this, but he's definitely getting me hot. He directs a knowing smirk towards me and sits down for dinner. Shit. How the hell am I going to eat with his sweet ass across from me? Hey! There is something sweet about him, how about that? I'm pathetic.
"Uh.. he he. Hi, Vegeta." Please, kill me now. Vegeta is looking at me like before and.. hey, wait a second.. was that a wink I saw or is his eye twitching? Oh man, I feel like a little school girl flirting with the hottest guys in school, except that this is Vegeta, not some hot football player. Kami, I am pathetic. Repeat after me, you have a boyfriend for Pete's sake! Ugh, but he's just so hot! Damn Vegeta for being so attractive. Why couldn't some ugly Saiya-jin come and live with me, like Nappa. But noooo. Of course not! I invite the hottest fucking one to come and stay with me and make me want to do corrupt things with him until my throat is raw. Stupid urges. Stupid Vegeta. Stupid sexy Vegeta. I can't help but lick my lips and wonder exactly how it would feel to be with a Saiya-jin, especially this one. Stop it! Does the name Yamcha ring a bell?
Ugh, if he doesn't stop looking at me like that, I'm going to pounce on him and ravage him like a rabid beast. He is chewing his food at an excrutiating pace, much slower than he usually eats. I wonder what he's up to. Hmmm...
He stops chewing and swallows his food to look up to see me as I am, shaking with desire and fear. Finally he is going to speak what is on his mind.
"Come with me." What? I decide voice my own thoughts.
"What?"
"You heard me, now follow me upstairs."
"Umm, okay." He walks to the foot of the stairs and waits for me to catch up. As he ascends the stairs I can't help but stare at his butt, like usual. It's just so, so nice! We reach the top of the stairs to the second floor and he ascends the next flight up to the third floor, his floor. I'm hot on his heels, all the while wondering just what the hell I was doing going up to Vegeta's floor. Deciding whether I'm nervous or excited or even scared is near impossible as of right now, because I want so bad to have my taste of Vegeta, but I also don't want to ruin whatever's left of me and Yamcha. You know what, fuck Yamcha. If he's not here to satisfy me, then I'm going to find someone who is. We finally reach the top of the stairs, and he moves me inside of his bedroom.
"Vegeta, there's something I've been dying to do, and if I don't do it now, I don't think that I'll ever do it." He rolls his eyes at me. Ass. I twidle my thumbs a bit and think for a second before acting.
"Well, if you're going to do something, then do it."
