Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Count Down From Ten ❯ Unexpected Dilemma ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter Six

(Vegeta's POV)

There she was.

Stuck in that overgrown lizard's nasty grasp. I could feel my rage consuming me. My heart is hampering through my chest with every heavy breath I take.

"LET HER GO!"

My voice was taut and choked with horror, my body was littered with several small gashes and scrapes. I felt powerless. I tried to move my legs, they were rooted to the ground. My body wasn’t listening to my brain. I was frozen in place witnessing the scene unfolding before me. I could see his tail tighten around her neck as she was lifted higher off the ground.

"Please Vegeta, please save me!" The voice that was once a song was now terror-struck and strained. The icy glare of Frieza's eyes shook the coldest part of my being.

His chuckle reverberated through my head, "Stupid monkey, did you think you could actually be happy? Do you believe you are honestly capable of producing a satisfying life?" He waved the blue-haired woman around like she was a toy; her face pink in distress.

"STOP IT FRIEZA!" I pleaded hopelessly.

He was taunting me in the worst way. "Don't forget Vegeta, I made you who you are, a planet destroyer, cultural detonator; you are my weapon of destruction. Silly monkey don't you understand that is all you are and that is all you will ever be." His voice was almost calm yet his words oozed malice. 

He lifted Bulma higher and I watched as he stiffened the grip he had on her delicate neck; her flushed cheeks quickly losing their color. "You are truly a pitiful monkey, you must be incompetent. Understand that you aren't deserving of love, you are destined for isolation." He swayed Bulma around, "Frieza Force rule number five, no attachments. I wonder how long this creature can go without breathing." Frieza goaded before letting out a repugnant laugh.

My nerves lit a fire as rage overtook me. Red stained my vision as I lunged forward.

*thump*

I couldn't get to him, he was mere inches in front of me; my muscles stiffened as panic exploded in my chest. I couldn't get to her- I was cemented in place. I glanced urgently at the bluenette, her own eyes wide, pleading for my help. Something was forcing me back, dread clawed its way up my spine as I tried to keep myself steady. I couldn't comprehend the situation; he was supposed to be dead. I continued to attack the invisible forcefield. I tried to break through throwing blast after blast but it proved to be useless, I ignored the tears that streamed down my cheeks.

"You can't do this Frieza, you've been defeated once before! I will kill you again!" I choked the words out, I was embarrassed by my obvious desperation.

His maniac laughter filled my ears. I pound at the invisible barrier watching Bulma struggle more, gasping for breath; I force all my strength into every punch but nothing works. I let out a frustrated roar.

"You can't save her Vegeta. You are too weak. You'll never be able to save anyone, not even yourself." Frieza confidently stated.

I watched in horror as Bulma bit his tail in a futile attempt to free herself. 

"NO BULMA, DON'T DO THAT!" I felt my throat straining.

I could only watch Frieza as he brought the woman closer to his face and looked her in the eye with an amused grin pulling at the corner of his lips. “That wasn’t very nice.” He quipped before he flicked his tail; instantly snapping her neck. 

As her beautiful body fell limp I went numb. He dropped her lifeless corpse to the ground and her cold dead eyes stared back at me. Frezia's maniacal laughter echoed around me; a rising tide of power surged through me as I screamed out disbelief.

....

An electrifying current shot up my spine forcing me to jolt awake, sweat clinging to the back of my neck, dampening my hair. The cold air of the room was a welcoming contrast but the lizards’ laughter still replicated in my mind by my panicked psyche. I took in a sharp breath as I quickly scanned my surrounding area trying to hone in on his energy but the only energy my body sought to find was that of the woman laying next to me. 

As I looked over her peacefully sleeping figure flashes of her cold shadowed stare twisted at my gut. I accounted for her shallow breathing as her body lay naked against my sheets, her cerulean hair messily spread around her face.

I tore my eyes away from her, releasing a shaky breath as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I rubbed over my face with both hands, calmly collecting my shattered nerves. 

Don't forget Vegeta, I made you who you are, a planet destroyer, cultural detonator…

I ignored the echoing voice of the lizard who held me captive for years.

I craned my neck to glance out the window. Excellent, the sun had yet to rise; it was time to train. I stood out of bed and stretched my arms allowing my straining muscles some relief. I tried to push down the emotions my dream had forced open but the ending of the illusion was still luridly vivid in my recollection. 

Pitiful monkey you must be incompetent…

I shake off the auditory hallucination and walk over to the dresser, his voice has haunted me since his death. I quickly pulled out a pair of shorts and stepped into them. I had been debating a change in my training and it is obvious now that I need to go to space to focus my priorities. 

You are destined for isolation…

I whirled my head around searching the darkened room for any remnant of the lizard but there was none to be found. My mind was playing dastardly tricks on me. I navigated the darkness to locate my shoes and once laced up I peered over at the sleeping woman. My body moved on its own accord as I walked back over to the bed. I noticed she had shifted on the mattress she had basically replaced where I had just been laying. 

As I kneeled down at the bedside, flashes of her limp body assaulted my mind. I allow myself to lean over to chastely kiss the woman's hair covered forehead. 

There was no reasonable explanation on how a measly earth woman has managed to burrow her way into my very being. I certainly don't want to understand any of this.

You can't save her Vegeta. You are too weak. You'll never be able to save anyone, not even yourself.

 Bile rose to the back of my throat and I felt sick to my stomach; I can’t believe I have allowed her to settle so deep inside of me. I impulsively bury more emotions, I can't dwell on this too much. I remind myself I had to focus on training. 

I stayed on that same thought as I kissed her forehead again. "She is a peaceful escape from my distastefully gruesome excuse for a life." The honest truth was whispered from my lips into the silence of the room. 

I continued to rest my lips on her forehead while flashes of her limp body still assaulted my psyche. I had to contain myself. I couldn't think about these figmentary illusions. I forced my focus on training and the plans I had to sort out today. I needed to leave Earth, it was necessary to train elsewhere with no distractions. I needed to get back to my original cold self, it was for the best. I tried to keep my focus on other things as images of the woman filtered through my mind.

I stand from my knelt position and leave the room quickly to head downstairs. I can tell the woman's mother is already up and making food. I cleared my throat as I walked in the kitchen to announce myself. I took a seat at the table and ignored the babbling coming from the blonde woman. I chose to focus on the empty table top as I waited for my meal to be presented to me. Meanwhile my mind whittles away at a list of preparations for my new intense training.

(Bulma's POV)

Sunlight filled the room and stirred me from my sleep. My body announced its small aches as the night's activities filtered through my mind; I instinctively reached for Vegeta. He wasn't there, I sighed but I couldn't really complain. He wasn’t the type of person to snooze past the sunrise. Sitting up slightly, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and glanced around the room. It was barely furnished but what's a girl gonna do about a man who's simplistic?

I walked over to my shirt which had been hastily thrown to the floor last night and peered around for my underwear. I found the black material and was reminded of their unfortunate demise. As I pulled the oversized cotton shirt over my head I let my mind reminisce on the previous evening. I giggled to myself as I made my way to the bathroom to pee. I was so distracted by my recollections that I didn't notice until afterward that Mr. Saiyan Prince didn't have toilet paper. I groaned in disbelief as I sat on the toilet drip-drying, I waited until I felt willing enough to stand.

As I strolled out of the bathroom I eyed Vegeta's bed, I could still see the indent where I was curled up just minutes before. I made my way over to the bed deciding that I was going to make it look nice before I left to return to my room. After the final fluff of the pillows, I walked over to the door, glancing around the room once more before I hastily made my way down the hall to my own room. I couldn't help but feel lightweight and free, my mind flashing back to the events of last night. 

I could feel a blush rise to my cheeks, no doubt they were bright pink from recalling such heated events. A smile graced my face as I walked by my vanity mirror. My hair was in the roughest state I've ever seen it in despite my efforts last night. My neck also had a sizable hickey from the previous activities. I let my fingers trace the other various splotches along my delicate skin.

I was very pleased with myself. If I hadn’t mustered up my courage I would have never known that Vegeta was good in bed, no better than good; that was addictive. I couldn’t help but get excited, hoping for another night of Vegeta. I thought back to the early days of Yamcha and I's relationship and I couldn't remember any moment that had a quarter of that amount of passion as I had received hours ago. I giddily smiled at my reflection in the mirror, I had no clue that sex could have that sort of adrenaline rush to it. The last time I felt a rush similar to such was years ago on Namek. I knew I would be chasing that high once more. Thankfully I hadn’t stopped taking my birth-control after Yamcha and I split, it would become a useful tool to me again.

I stripped the shirt off my bodice as I slowly walked to my bathroom deciding to take a shower; I turned the water on to my normal temperature, I couldn’t wait to let the heat soothe the small aches I felt. I continued to day-dream about last night, every scene played through my mind like a movie, it was everything I could have imagined plus more.  

As I stepped into the shower I couldn't help but recall how gentle Vegeta could be at times, I had no clue he would be such a selfless lover. The man just lit a flame inside of myself that I never wanted to see extinguished. The raw passion from the night made me feel alive on another level. He was very powerful in the bedroom, albeit a little tender. I could see myself lost in an intense sexual bender with the saiyan. It made me wonder about the saiyan species as a whole, were all the men such through lovers. As I recall, Goku was such a clueless teenager, maybe once he got with Chi-Chi his carnal instincts took hold. If that were the case it would make sense to me now how Chi-chi and Goku ended up with Gohan so soon after they got married. 

After washing off the night's events I stepped out of the shower feeling even more refreshed. I hummed one of my favorite songs as I eagerly applied the necessary products to my hair. As I diffused my curls I just knew that today was going to be the best day of the month. I pulled my packet of pills out from my medical drawer and popped out the next off white colored pill. I dry swallowed the small tablet and I gleefully smiled down at the half used foil packet as I placed it back down in the drawer. I confidently strolled out the bathroom over to my dresser and sorted through my variety of clothing. I decided I didn’t want to look too ‘put together’. I kept in mind how intense the heat of early August was as I picked out my articles of clothing.

I continued to hum the song stuck in my head as I pulled my clothes on. With a careful eye I analyzed my reflection, in order to look more casual I had chosen a tight red crop top with a pair of low-cut denim shorts. I smiled adoringly at myself, very satisfied with my appearance. Well, I wanted to do one more thing. I searched my makeup bag for my green and yellow color correctors, once secured I carefully dotted each noticeable mark before topping them off with my closest matching foundation. It had been awhile since I felt the need to conceal the evidence from my late night rendezvous.

 I hadn’t forgotten about my mother's interruption and I didn’t want to make it obvious that I had indeed hooked up with our alien house guest last night. I sprayed myself with my setting spray and eagerly opened my vanity drawer to pull out my pack of cigarettes and a lighter. I placed them carefully in the front of my bra; they never made women's shorts with good enough pockets.

My mind started to drift into scientist mode, I was thinking about all the upgrades that I was going to install today. I continued humming to myself as I walked over to my desk to pull out my journal for the gravity updates. I rolled up a few blueprints and nealted tucked them under my arm. I was very content with the current situation I had found myself in. I left my room with a smile on my face and I walked downstairs with a skip in my step. As I entered the kitchen I threw a cheery hello towards my mother while I set my journal and prints onto the table.

“Oh, what’s got you in such a good mood this morning darling?” My mom inquired cheerfully.

I just smiled back at her, “Nothing Mother, it’s just too nice of a day to not be in a good mood!” I replied casually. 

My mother met me at the table with a cup of coffee in one hand and a muffin in the other. After giving me a careful once over she gave me a bright smile as she offered forth the items, “It is a beautiful day indeed my dear.” She ended her statement with a light giggle.

My mother wasn’t an oblivious person, I accepted her offerings with a light nod. There was no doubt that she would have noticed the several hickeys that scattered my neck if I hadn’t covered them up. I strolled over to the kitchen bar and I sat with confidence as I peacefully sipped my coffee. Between sips I took gracious bites of my muffin; I had worked up an appetite last night afterall. 

When I got up to choose a second muffin and to make my second cup of coffee, I was coincidentally staring out of the back door into the backyard. I could barely see the gravity room but I was just beaming about everything today. I looked down to my fresh cup and new muffin then back up to the door. It was a quick decision to go out on the back lawn for some fresh air and a morning cigarette. I took a seat in one of the vacant lawn chairs before taking a gracious sip of my coffee. I politely balanced my muffin on my bare leg as I tossed a single glance at the gravity room to be sure it was in use. Once satisfied with my findings I grab my cigarette pack from my bra. As I smoked I didn’t focus too much attention on the gravity room, instead I watched the different flocks of birds as they soared above the compound. 

 With my second muffin gone and my mug empty I wandered back inside. After pouring another serving of coffee into my mug I gathered my materials off the kitchen table before I made my way down to the lab; I was ready to take on a day full of scheming and tinkering. The first thing I wanted to do was finish building those bulkier capacitors, then I’ll finish the updated gravity simulation chip. The prince's comment from our shared late night snack was still fresh on my mind. If I finished fast enough I would maybe finish a new training bot or two to keep the prince's routine interesting.

(Vegeta's POV)

Sweat trails down my body in heavy beads as I push my body harder and harder. The flashes of sultry memories distract me more often than not. I wasn't sure when my mind would stop, yet the images were somehow welcome to my steaming psyche. That beautiful woman, with the fiercest attitude, has not only distracted me but made me feel things that I didn't even imagine were possible.

 I have been training vigorously in the tense environment of over six hundred times earth's gravity but it was hard to stay focused. It was pathetic how boring this regime had become. It was unlike myself to be so uninterested in training. I had already been hit twice today and I had just barely dodged another beam from the training bot. As I hovered in the middle of the chamber I re-focus on the bot that was maneuvering around me, I anticipate its next location and throw a small blast toward the inanimate piece of metal. I ground my teeth together as I watched the beam bounce off the droid and back toward me; as I dodge my rebounded blast more sultry thoughts assault my psyche. Aggressively I aimed another shot toward the balled-up metal and this time it exploded.

"Hmm, must have hit the weak spot," I mumbled under my breath. 

I dropped down to the floor and made my way over to the hunk of metal that fell victim to my gruesome training session. Gathering it into my hands. A small smirk made its way to my lips, I can use this as an excuse to go see the blue-haired woman. Suddenly I felt disillusioned again, why was this still affecting me? 

Flashes from my dream came back to me at the same moment. I ignored the twinge in my chest; I fear I am involving myself more than I initially intended to. I am gaining a liking for this earth woman, it’s her frail acquaintance that gives me this weakness. I chuck the hunk of mangled metal into the side of the ship hearing it clang against the other broken droids.

 This gravity room, the metal spheres she designs, and everything surrounding me has been given to me by this damned earth woman and her father. She developed these programs to assist me to become the strongest saiyan. She wants to see me achieve my goal.

Why is she doing this for me?

My mind pondered back to all the actions that led me to earth, from the first mission with Nappa, to my excursion on planet Namek; eventually leading up to being brought to earth by the dragon balls. I had been nothing but an enemy at that point. Even the Namekians were frightened of me then, but that woman seemed blissfully ignorant. She bounced up to me and held no fear in her eyes when she offered me accommodations at her familys’ compound. When everyone was informed that Kakarot was in fact alive and well, she eagerly agreed to give me the ship so that I could hunt through space to track down that imbecile. 

I remember coming back to this mud ball after that redundant search, she had walked up to me with utter confidence. With a few words she had basically insulted my very being and then continued to boss me around. I recalled how I had glared at the back of her head that day as she walked me to that bathroom. Why did I hold my tongue back then? I especially remember wanting to snap her neck after she gave me that hideous pink shirt but at that moment in time I didn’t act on my egregiousness. 

There had been more important matters at hand.  

She certainly was an enigma to me then but more so now. It confused me why that blue-haired madonna deliberately devoted everything in her own righteous power to ensure my training schedule. I have made my intention very clear on the matter, when those androids are taken care of, defeating Kakarot will be my next priority.

Still, as thoughts of that woman cross my mind, her smile makes my chest constrict in the strangest way. Hell even thinking about that fiery mouth of hers when we argue makes me too excited. Everything she does makes my skin flush and my mind race with confusion. I feel like a damn fool. It didn’t help that I swore I could still taste her on my tongue. I fall to my knees and pound my fist against the floor.

Why couldn’t I overcome this?

I rest my hot forehead against the cool gravity room tile. The image of Bulma's flushed face and her eyes rolled back flashes to the forefront of my thoughts, concluded by the horror that was my dream last night. Bile rises in my throat as I feel that twinge in my chest again.

Why are these feelings here? 

Why is that blasted woman the cause of this?

Why did she crawl into bed with me and why can't I curve this craving for her?

I growled in frustration, this is why I needed to leave Earth, the sooner the better. More images flashed through my mind; I pound at the floor of the ship. I thought giving in to the vixen just once would satisfy me yet all it has done is make me want her more.

 Why couldn't I control myself?

I have always secluded myself for this reason; I have never had a weakness and never intended to gain one. I didn't want to admit that I had one now, she has never meant anything to me. I’ll admit my mind's adverse reaction to her fictional death was frightening; I barely recognize myself in that dream. I forced myself up and walked to the back of the ship to look at the freshly stocked reserves. I don’t care about anyone else but me, my power takes top priority. There was enough freeze dried rations to last me about three months in space, and about a month of sustainable dry food. I knew what was stocked would not suffice, I needed more food than that. At least a year's worth; the androids are supposed to emerge in a year, and ten months from now. I have to achieve super saiyan by then. I have to protect her planet. 

I was utterly dissatisfied with myself. I stomped out of the storage area and surveyed the pile of scrap metal that had started to grow due to my ludicrous frustrations.

 I need those bots fixed before I leave for space. Mentally I scolded myself for breaking most of the equipment. I had planned to stick to a strict training routine in space to ensure that the longevity of the journey was spent meticulously working towards my goal. With only two droids left that plan has to be altered. I didn’t want to chance running into the woman before my departure. I will have to ask the old man to fix these. I was trying to remind myself that I need to leave soon but waiting for the necessary equipment would stall my departure. 

I mentally tallied the list of things that I needed to accomplish before embarking into space. I knew the woman was going to be an annoying distraction the moment she offered me refuge at this compound; I just hadn’t anticipated how much of a distraction she would prove to become. I can not achieve my goals with her around. I can’t allow myself to fall victim to the earth woman again before leaving. It would make it that much harder to leave. I walked to the control panel to amp up the gravity, my body worked through the forces on autopilot while my mind meshed together some sort of battle plan.

(Bulma's POV)

My work day had been full of triumphs, my wonderful night with Vegeta has not only eased my recently pent up stress but also cleared my anger clouded mind. With a recently lit cigarette hanging from my lips and a marker in my right hand, I made a precise mark on the blueprints for a new training bot. Like the current one, I made these into spheres; I constructed them to be bulkier with a stronger metal alloy.

Hopefully not only will it sustain Vegeta's continuous training but it should be malleable enough to dodge and redirect a greater energy output; meaning the prince could shoot bigger blasts and not worry about the droid imploding. Smiling to myself I knew that these bots would not only help Vegeta gain strength but also ramp up the intensity of his training. I was chuckling to myself only because I knew how intense his training already is, yet here I am developing more advanced equipment to make things harder for the prince.

I set the marker down after making a few more notes, I take the cigarette from between my lips and just gaze at everything sprawled out on my desk. Everything pertained to Vegeta, from blueprints of the rebuilt gravity room to notes on improving armor; there were even mock up prints for my plan on simplifying controls in the gravity room. I glanced at the completed capacitors then eyed the completed gravity chip that was almost hidden by my other blueprints. Maybe I should just go install the gravity upgrades now, I took a drag of my cigarette, blowing the smoke up as I let my mind wander.

Suddenly images from last night skip across my thoughts and I can't help but sigh. I take another drag of my cigarette; I have been focusing on the upgrades and everything else pertaining to Vegeta's training. I had been ignoring the elephant in the room; I really hope we have more nights as such. Maybe not with the moments like Yamcha and Mom walking in on us, but like the sultry night we just shared in his bed. 

Smiling, I gather my thoughts back and grab the chip off my desk. I stroll over to my actual workstation. The new upgrades for the gravity room were a break-through considering I only worked on them for three hours; now all that was left was to install them into the gravity room. I grab my cigarette out of my mouth and stub it into the overflowing ashtray that was on my workstation. 

I began to worry that maybe my spending the night in his room might have pushed him farther away. I didn't allow the thoughts to weigh too heavily on my mind. I took a quick glance at my computer to check out the logs to prove to myself he was still in the gravity room; thankfully my initial worry of him disappearing were held at bay. I wanted to give him a little space. I didn’t want to come off as overbearing, we’ve only spent one night together. I decided that I was going to build at least one full training bot before I went to upgrade the gravity room. I thought that if I brought Vegeta multiple upgrades, maybe just maybe, I could get a little sugar from my feisty prince.

I went straight to work on the new training bot, I walked back to my father’s scrap metal pile and sorted through all the mangled materials. My father had a hefty junk pile but in my eyes, every piece of junk can be made into a masterpiece. I picked out a handful of scrap metal. Within five minutes I finished the quick component test to make sure they are all the same type of metal alloy; I was confident in my premeditated design. It was second nature to let my mind dive into the grueling project.

(Vegeta's POV)

I don't understand anything about this emotion, I cannot comprehend this feeling that is still following me. All I know is physical strength. I force my exerted body to the ground, one arm behind my back as I begin more push-ups. I haven't been training for more than half the day yet my body is aching, for no reason. I feel weak and I can't be weak. As a Prince of a warrior race, I can not condone any form of weakness. I push myself harder knowing it will result in strength, I can take my pain and turn it into power.

I keep asserting these thoughts in my mind, constantly reminding myself that I am royalty. Every so often images of Bulma cross my mind. She would make the perfect queen; strong, passionate, and she's undoubtedly the smartest person I know. These thoughts are constantly being pushed away by me reminding myself that I was a prince to a near extinct race of people. My own self-righteous sense of reasoning was cracking by the minute on this blasted planet. Making my decision to leave Earth the most logical solution to my present issue. My prime focus should be to become a super saiyan; that was the only thing that mattered.

I refocused myself on my training and switched arms mid-push-up. When I finished my two-hundred and tenth push-up I noticed Bulma's energy making its way toward the gravity room, I wondered what she could be doing coming this way. It better be upgrades for the gravity room and not some nonsense visit, even though the thought of her coming to bother me made my heart pound a bit harsher

Even though I sensed her coming, the muted knock at the thick metal doors made me flinch slightly. I slowly stood up and walked over to the control board. I turned the gravity back to the normal level and I was in front of the entry faster than I preferred. When I pressed the button to open the door I collected my mask. I ensured that I glared at her with a cold stare. I could smell her from here, I could tell she had showered after our night together, it annoyed me more than I wanted it to.

"Hey Vegeta, I just came to install the upgrades for your nice training facility; also this is for you." She spoke casually as she thrusted a metal sphere my way, I hadn't noticed it in her arms beforehand. 

I hardened my glare at her as I snatched the bot from her hands. I felt her fingers gently graze mine and ignored the shiver it sent down my spine. I allowed my eyes to wander down her body, I tried to ignore her midriff as I noted that the shirt she was wearing seemed too short and her shorts were definitely too small. 

Despite my disdain toward the current situation it was obvious the clothes insinuated her figure. She looked damn good and the way it was making my chest swell infuriated me more; I definitely didn't want to feel this way. 

I didn't want to show her any emotion. “Don’t just stand there, get to work, woman.” I criticized harshly. She will notice no difference in my attitude, last night meant nothing.

 My ill-tempered comment and cold stare didn't seem to bother her. She just nodded her head and flashed me her perfect smile. I tried to look menacing as she made her way past me, I didn’t notice her shoulder brush against mine. I turned to follow her from a good distance behind, making sure to keep my eyes fixated on the panel ahead. 

As soon as I was close enough to her I dropped the bot in my hand down on the floor by the control panel. The woman was busy fidgeting with the controls, she was typing a little too slow for my taste.

“Speed it up woman. I have training to get back to.” I specified in mock aggravation. 

Her head jerked up and she shot me a glare; damn the fire behind her stare. She whipped around and stomped up to me, “I’ve only been here for thirty-seconds. Give me five to ten minutes and then you can continue your torturous routine, your majesty.” She rebounded acrimoniously, her arms crossed to her chest. 

“Watch your tone wench!” I demanded venomously, taking a step closer to glare back at the feisty woman.

She crowded my personal space and spat back, “Would you prefer ‘your highness’.” Her voice oozed sarcasm. 

I growled in frustration, why did she have to be so excitingly aggravating? I glared daggers at her electrifyingly blue stare, she certainly surprised me by placing a swift kiss on my cheek. 

I jumped back and with my arms crossed I shouted, “Never do that again Woman!” making my point with a strict tone. My heart jack hammers in my chest, I needed to hold my composer; why did she have to be so bold. It was hard to ignore the way my cheek seemed to be aflame from where she had dared to kiss me.  

She chuckled at my statement as she turned her back to me, returning back to the main panel. She proceeded to add the upgrades to the machine. I watched in honest curiosity, yet I outwardly tried to look annoyed by her previous actions and by her presence in the room.

(Bulma's POV)

As I walked to the gravity room I had braced myself for Vegeta’s hard stare and brash comments towards my intelligence. I knew one night in bed with the man wasn’t going to drastically change his personality. Instead of overriding the unit like I had grown accustomed to I decided to crowd the work bot against my hip so I could knock. The other components of the upgrade safely encapsulated in my pocket. As I waited I adjusted my hold on the training bot, making sure to have a secure grip with both hands. I didn’t wanna drop the brand new droid. I don’t have to wait too long; the prince opened the door greeting me with his normal calculated glare.

I fixated on his scowl, careful not to be distracted by his shirtless appearance. “Hey Vegeta, I just came to install some upgrades for your nice training facility; also this is for you.” I tried my hand at speaking formally, this was work after all. I held the droid out towards the saiyan. 

His brow furrowed as he looked down to the new training sphere. He quickly snatched the droid from my grasp, I relished the brisk touch of his hand. I had to remind myself I was here for upgrades and that was all. I curiously eyed the saiyan as he analyzed the bot. It was hard to contain my eagerness behind my polite smile as I awaited the man’s response. 

“Don’t just stand there, get to work, woman.” He demanded derisively. 

My smile widened as I nodded at his command. I wasn’t expecting any compliments but things seemed to be flowing accordingly. As I strolled into the gravity room I brushed past his shoulder as I started my way to the controls. He was acting just as crass as he normally does. I had grown accustomed to his attitude and I felt slightly relieved by that notion. I had to run a simple systems check before I dived head first into the upgrade. As I typed my first few keys I heard Vegeta’s footsteps behind me but I focused my attention on the tiny display screen, it was almost done loading the systems test. 

I heard the distinctive thud of metal making contact with the floor and politely shook it off. No matter how many times I tell the man he was never going to be easy with his training equipment. I skimmed through the diagnostic, highlighting a couple of codes when Vegeta harshly criticized my work, “Speed it up woman. I have training to get back to.” His annoyed tone stripped my newly regained sanity. 

I whipped my head up to glare daggers at the man, did he have to be so impatient? If it was a fight he wanted he would receive it. I stomped up to him, “I’ve only been here for thirty seconds. Give me five to ten minutes and then you can continue your tortuous routine, your majesty.” I confidently sneered back.

The vein on his right temple throbbed and his glare turned murderous, “Watch your tone wench!” He declared maliciously as he closed the space between us.

I held my own glare as I rebuffed, “Would you prefer, your highness?” I asked mockingly. 

He growled back at me as his nostrils flared; within an instant his face was inches from my own and I drank in his black eyes as they gleamed with presumed anger. Did the hot-headed saiyan have to be so alluring to me? I acted on instinct and planted a chaste kiss to his cheek.

He instantly jumped back a few feet, as if I was dangerous to him; I did notice a faint blush on his cheek as he snarled, “Never do that again woman!” He bellowed. I couldn’t hold back my small chuckle as I swiveled around. My confidence solidified as my focus returned to the remainder of the system diagnostic report.   

I was thinking there would be more frustrated comments from the Prince; but he seemed pretty chill in my opinion. Besides his impatient retort he was actually quite tolerable. After I finished reading the report I was quick to start upgrading the unit; I typed in some new command controls before re-coding the unit format for the new gravity functions. Once accomplished I turned off the power to the entirety of the unit so I could safely install the new capacitors. I sat down on the floor so I could pull out my newly stashed tool box. The explosion felt so long ago but I still missed my old tool-box that melted together during the fiasco. I could feel Vegeta’s staring at me as I worked; I had expected him to go outside and train but instead he stayed. I gathered the tools I needed and stood up.

I could feel Vegeta’s eyes on me as I walked over to the far side of the control panel where the gravity capacitor housing was strategically placed. The saiyan rarely watched me work so to keep my focus I tried to ignore him; just to get along with the upgrades of course. I set my tools on the ground and grabbed the capsule in my pocket, I knelt on the ground and after pressing the button I gently laid the capsule down. When the cloud dispersed the new capacitors and gravity simulation chip were neatly displayed in front of me. 

While I switched out the capacitors I was curious as to what the saiyan was thinking. Everytime I glanced over at him I tried to analyze his expressions but he was as stone faced as ever. As I waited for the numbers on my test meter to read the new capacitor maximum output I spared another glance at the saiyan. His glare was focused on the far wall and on the expanse of his neck I noticed the small patch of purplish discoloration on his neck. The evidence from our encounter caused flashbacks of last light to stream to the forefront of my mind. It was no-fair, Vegeta didn’t seem the least bit bothered by me, yet here I was letting my own mind wander in the middle of installing these updates.

I shook off my thoughts and refocused myself. I read my meter thankfully satisfied with the number displayed back to me. I disconnected the test meter, carefully wounding the wires around the electronic brick before I placed it back in the tool box. I grabbed my Phillips head screwdriver and resealed the housing unit. As I gathered my tools back up I marked down my mental task list. Two things down, only one more to go. I knew I had been working at a swift pace and I commended myself as I walked back over to the main controls. I nonchalantly settled myself down on the tiled floor before I started to fidget with the bottom panel. The last part of this update will require me to replace the current simulation chip with the new one; this slot that was still damn near impossible to reach. After prying the door off I maneuver myself flat onto my back with the new chip secured in a closed palm. 

I had to keep it safe as I wiggled myself to get the upper half of my body into the small space to find the hidden little port. I felt stupid for not re-designing the inner workings of the room but I knew there were only so many places that could protect all these delicate electronics. I was struggling a little bit and I was starting to get a little angry at all these wires in the way. I swore to Kami that I had organized these a lot better.

I started cursing under my breath until finally with the magic phrase "Where are you, you little shit!" I found the port that I needed. I removed the previous chip and inserted the new one, finally pushing myself from under the controls. Satisfied with my quick installation I resealed the door and pushed myself to my feet. I smiled at my work and powered the system back up. I started one more system diagnostic and tidied up my tools while the report was compiling. I was very satisfied with my fast install. I turned to the prince; he looked somewhat relaxed as he leaned against the other end of the control panel. His eyes were concentrated on me but he didn't seem to notice me walking towards him. The closer I got I noticed what appeared to be a second degree burn on his left side and a smaller burn on his right shoulder. Both areas were obviously blistered and slightly swollen. I was curious as to when he received those injuries, they had been absent last night. 

I refocused myself, I was here on business after all, "There you go Mr.Prince, I upgraded your gravity room and here in about a day I will have some more training bots out to you as well." I declared confidently when I was barely a foot away from him.

He didn't respond so I crowded up closer to him and snapped my fingers in his face. He blinked and furrowed his eyebrows, "What?" He snapped back aggressively; his voice was stern and deep, it sounded rough. I loved it. 

"Well, I said your upgrades are done and in a day you'll have new training bots." I repeated slightly annoyed. 

He nodded his head as an affirmative, "I have something for you," he stated bluntly before he turned around and walked to the farthest wall. He picked up what were obviously destroyed bots and brought them to me.

"Can you fix these?" He questioned as he looked down at the scrapes then back up to me.

I crossed my arms against my chest, trying to seem annoyed as I looked at the pile of damaged bots. "Well they look a little mangled together, and they may just be junk at this point; but I'll see what I can do." I replied honestly, a little hard work never bothered me. 

He nodded his head, we stood there awkwardly for a moment before he spoke up again.

"Do you want me to walk these down to your workstation?" He offered lightly. 

I smiled at him, "Well Vegeta, that would be wonderful. You've never offered to help me like this." I bantered casually, I had to stifle a giggle of glee after my thankful statement. This was better than him just dropping them on my desk with his normal aggravated spiel.

“I am not helping you. I am ensuring that you are staying productive.” he harshly attested.

I smiled at the saiyans' tough response but I was actually shocked that he would offer his assistance. I couldn’t help but ponder if his statement was a cover-up, maybe he did want to spend time with me. I shook off my growing excitement. I turned around to gather the old capacitors and simulation chip. With my materials carefully secured under my arm, I walked back towards the saiyan with a lopsided smile still on my face. He rolled his eyes then started walking out of the gravity room; stopping a few steps from the door, "Are you coming or not Woman." he called out, obviously annoyed. 

I continued to smile and confidently strolled towards him; I brushed past his shoulder as I led the way to my lab. Not only was he carrying junk metal for me but also kind of walking me to my workshop, this is definitely a date.

(Vegeta's POV)

I hadn't planned to watch the woman work, she was visibly confident as she gathered her equipment. She had stated that this upgrade wouldn’t take long so I was holding her to her word. I stalked her every move as she walked to the far side of the control panel. She laid her tools out then pulled something from her obscenely short shorts. I watched intrigued as she set a capsule down on the ground. I didn’t recognize the thick metal pieces that appeared but it was obvious it was of equipment that pertained to the upgrade. She moved quickly as she used some sort of tool to unseal the panel before she pried it off. I tried to seem annoyed when she tossed a glance my way, it didn’t deter me from observing her work progress. Her hands moved diligently to disconnect some wires before she removed two familiar rectangular blocks from the unit. She set them down next to her tool box and reached out for the other slightly bigger rectangular blocks.

I couldn’t deny my curiosity towards the installation. This chamber really was something to marvel at, most of the time upgrades were being installed I was elsewhere focused on my training. The woman pulled another electronic looking brick from her tool box and unwound the blue and orange cord. She clipped the cords to one of the recently installed blocks and she focused her attention on the brick in her hands. I turned my attention towards the far wall of the gravity room, I impatiently leaned against the control panel as I glared at the silver lined panels on the ceiling.  

When I glanced back over at the woman she was resealing the compartment. Out of the corner of my eye I watched as she quickly gathered her tools. She strolled back over in my direction before she stopped in front of the main controls. She was barely two feet away from me when she knelt herself down. It wasn’t long until she began prying the next panel off. My mind had been completely sound until the woman settled herself on the flat of her back; she used her upper body to maneuver underneath the controls. I knew exactly what she was doing, I’ve witnessed her do it once before. As I stared at her exposed legs my thoughts started to drift.

My fingers on my left hand twitched as I remembered how smooth her upper thigh had felt against the palm of my hand. Hell, it has only been a few hours since I had been between those very same legs. I was frustrated with myself for allowing myself to indulge in these careless thoughts. It was obvious the night we had shared wasn’t enough to curb this distraction; I could feel myself wanting more. Even with my frustration, I blankly stared at the woman as I imagined myself walking over to her, she wouldn’t be able to see me move since most of her upper body was hidden. I could eagerly take what I want from her by spreading those wonderful legs only to rip those blasted small shorts off and eventually taste her beautiful pussy once again. 

I was brought out of my obscene day dream with a manicured set of fingers snapping in my face. I glared back at her trying to seem annoyed at her actions even though I was glad she had been pulled from my dastardly imagination. I replied slickly, "What?" 

"Well, I said your upgrades are done and in a day you'll have new training bots." The woman explained, slightly agitated. 

I nodded in response. At mention of the bots I blurted openly. "I have something for you," I quickly turned around and made my way to the pile of destroyed material. I gathered them up in my arms and calculated my response; I already knew they were practically useless. Once in front of the women I glanced between her and the pile as I spoke "Can you fix these?" I questioned.

I watched as she crossed her arms, her lips pursed together as she looked at the material. 

She furrowed her brow before responding, "Well they look a little mangled together, and they may just be junk at this point, but I'll see what I can do." She replied confidently.

I nodded my head, I wanted to try out this new upgrade but my body was asking for a break even with the meager amount of training I had completed. The thought of maybe getting to spend time with this woman was pecking at my mind; I shuffled my feet uncomfortable with the small silence. "Do you want me to walk these down to your workstation?" I announced my question without a second thought.  

I watched as her face lit up with a bright smile, "Well Vegeta that would be wonderful. You've never offered to help me like this." She replied over-enthusiastically. 

 “I am not helping you. I am ensuring that you are staying productive.” I responded bluntly. I glared at her happy-go-lucky smile for far too long. She swiveled on her heel and gathered the metal rectangles before she was back in-front of me with her ridiculously bright smile. I rolled my eyes at her blatant enthusiasm. I started my way towards the door. When I noticed she wasn't following behind me I shouted out, "Are you coming or not Woman." I didn't even turn around, I waited rooted in place until she was in front of me. 

When she walked out the door I followed behind her. I watched her legs and ass as she walked, flashes of last night made their way back into my mind once again. I was completely entrapped by this minx and for right now I’m suppressing my urge to fight it. Sometime between the upgrades getting complete and asking for the bots to be repaired I convinced myself I just might indulge once more. I was slightly horrified with myself for not being able to let this go. Just one more romp in the sheets and then after that I will make haste to leave this planet and gain my true birthright, super saiyan. 

The small journey to her lab felt long and drawn out. I was trying to think of what else I needed to stash in the ship before I left. I was debating about what time I was going to leave the planet. I peered at the woman's legs once more and I chide myself. I decide that the sooner I leave for space the better, so leaving tonight would be ideal; I would ascend to super saiyan with or without all the training bots.

When we entered her lab I walked with her towards her desk. I stood patiently while she placed the materials in her possession on the desks surface. I watched her point a manicured finger to the floor next to her crowded work area. I took that as the instructions on where to drop the mangled materials. “Thank you, my big strong Prince!” She quipped excitedly. 

I felt a rumble in my chest and I unconsciously looked over her figure. I felt a small smirk try to rise on my lips but I quickly stopped it.

My body started moving towards her, before I could tell myself no I was too close to her. Her smell assaulted my senses and I heard myself internally screaming to stop but I couldn’t. I should be going back to train but her presence was begging for me.

Why am I acting in such a way?

I felt myself lift an arm to allow my hand to gently trace her cheek and down her jawline; she closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh as I analyzed her neck. I was positive I had left some sort of markings on her but there was no evidence of such. She sighed once more as I continued to caress her. I moved my hand to cup her cheek as I leaned forward drawing her into a small kiss; indulging myself in something I had been battling with. 

I reminded myself that these were simply primal urges, nothing more. When I felt her arms loosely wrap around my neck I lost all sense of control. I ignored the voice in my head berating me for my actions; instead I focused on the raw passion, trying desperately to overlook the other emotion that had been creeping in the dark. I tried to deny I was feeling anything but physical gratification at the moment.

(Bulma POV)

I could feel Vegeta's gaze on me the whole way back to my workshop. I intended for him to walk beside me but instead, he stubbornly decided to follow behind me. I was positive he was going to go back to training once he deposited the pile of mangled metal in the lab. I was not going to complain about getting to spend a small amount of time with the Prince.

When we arrived at my workshop I discarded the obsolete gravity components on my desk while I simultaneously pointed to the floor by my crowded workstation. I leaned back on my desk, both hands supporting me as I watched Vegeta drop the mangled metal onto the hard tiled floor. I met his calculating glare when he turned around. 

"Thank you, my big strong Prince." I thanked him suggestively. 

I watched a small smirk pull at his lips but just as quickly as it appeared it faded; he gave me a curt nod of acknowledgement. He began walking over to me at a slow pace, I stared brazenly into his dark eyes as they bore into my very being. It was hard to fidget while he practically surveyed me like a predator; my mind racing for ideas as to why he wasn't heading back to the gravity chamber.

He stopped right in front of me, I fought hard to keep my cool composer under his gaze. I felt goosebumps rise to my skin as his calloused fingers made the lightest connection to my skin. His stare fixated on his own hand as he caressed down my cheek. I closed my eyes and sighed into his teasing touches. Soon enough I felt his face closer to my own and our lips connected into a small kiss, it sent so many little flares through my body. It was second nature to move my arms to his neck, draping them lightly around his muscled figure. I eagerly brought myself closer to his heated body; the hand not resting on my cheek was now trailing my leg, tempting the edge of my shorts.

I melted into his touch, releasing the moan caught in my throat as he deepened our kiss. I let my fingers mess with the hairs on the nape of his neck. My mind whirled as if this was my own personal feeling of nirvana. I wanted this to last forever. I felt him pull away slightly before I felt his hot breath against the lobe of my ear.

"You have been captivating my mind, you minx. You are such an arduous distraction.” He aggressively husked while he simultaneously squeezed my thigh, “I want to make you scream; I will ravage you so no other person could have you. All you will crave is my touch." He asserted crudely.

I couldn’t help but moan, the words sounded like sweet little blessings in my ear, it didn't matter that they came from a barbarous man.

"I am all yours Vegeta," I gasped out, I wanted to be his, such a torn man I wanted to show him love and affection. He crashed his lips to mine engaging my tongue in a dance it was starting to get familiar with.

That was until I heard the distinctive sound of the door opening and a dry cough. We once again tore apart from each other; Vegeta looked up faster than I and he quickly pushed me away from him. It just had to be my father.

"Uh, sorry for, uh, interrupting you guys, just uh, came, to… I just came to, you know, work." My father stuttered out as he quickly shuffled to his side of our lab. His back turned to us as took a seat at his desk.

I stood there obviously flustered, I turned to Vegeta who was doing a marvelous job of hiding his embarrassment. I took two short steps over to him and encouraged myself to speak up. He tried to move away but stayed close enough to hear what I had to say, "How about you make your way up to your room and I'll meet you up there so I can tend to your burns?" I suggested formally, trying to keep the offer between the two of us.

He grunted as he looked at his shoulder and side before nodding his head. "I will see you in a moment, don’t keep me waiting." He stated bluntly.

I chuckled at his quick response, my eyes trained on his back as I watched him walk out of the lab. As soon as he was gone I shouted over to my father, "Thanks for barging in on us, old man!" I nagged sarcastically.

I could hold back my laugh as he turned to look over shoulder. The blush on his cheeks was hilarious as he gazed up through his glasses, "Well an old man has to work sometime." He answered honestly. 

I looked back down at my desk and decided to organize it a little before I would make my way to Vegeta's room. I tossed an evil glare towards my father, "Hey old man!" 

My father met my fiery gaze, "Since you decided to interrupt me, how about you work on these mangled bots." I pointed at the heaping pile of metal by my work station.  

He turned his chair around to look at the pile before he looked back at me, "Do you have the blueprints?" He asked with a dry cough at the end. I nodded at him and he shrugged his shoulders, "I'll get right to it dear, have fun nursing that young mans’ wounds." He scratched the back of his head and whirled back around. 

I simply chuckled at his statement. Despite the saiyans’ warning I knew I wanted to freshen up a bit. I rushed out of the lab and up to my room. I carefully picked apart my grease smudged appearance in my vanity mirror and knew a quick shower would be necessary. I have been working hard all day. I quickly stripped my clothes and stepped into the bathroom. As I patiently waited a minute for the water to heat up I wondered if the prince would still be in his room by the time I got out.