Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Cry ❯ The New Deal ( Chapter 10 )

Cry Chapter 10

 

A/N: Hey guys…thanks for your reviews. I know the lemon was not good, but I after thinking long and I mean LONG, about it, I have decided that it fits their relationship right now. I want it to express the “passion” both sides feel. Anyway, here is chapter 10.

Ah, speaking of both sides, now we all get to find out exactly how Vegeta feels about this. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I have! I know it took forever and a day, but I have one word for you fellow ficlovers: mid-terms.

 

VEGETA'S POV

 

Vegeta could not believe his plan worked out so nicely. He was literally having his cake, and eating it too. He had the new GR, even better in a more convenient location, and he had Bulma. There was one thing he needed to change though; he would not have `his' woman fearing him. It had been so much fun at first, but now that he seriously considered having a woman who flinched at his smallest touch, well that was a serious turn off. He did not need a physical person he planned to have significant contact with to look on him with fear; he had enough memories of the same.

 

It had started as a game, Vegeta knew it. He was just trying to scare the woman. She was just so damn beautiful. He had a hard time controlling his urges every time she walked into a room, or offered him more barbecue sauce, or told him how much he stank. Anything she did turned him on. So, being the saiyan that he is, he reacted.

 

It wasn't a traditional beauty, she was just so exotic. Especially her coloring, it was exquisite. Women of her beauty were not something he came into contact with on a regular basis. What turned him on even more were their verbal spars. Lately they had not had many of those because of her anxiety around him. That would need to be changed.

 

Right now, Vegeta was sitting stiff as a board on his bed, trying to figure out what he should do with Bulma. `I do not want a life-mate,' Vegeta sternly reprimanded himself for his previous feelings. `But she is a very good fuck,' Vegeta rebutted. He was having a small argument with himself, and finally decided that just being with her was a relief to his hormones, and that would have to be enough for her.

 

Then he strode slowly across his room and out into the hall aiming for part B of his revised plan.

 

Bulma's POV:

 

After sitting at the computer and finishing the updates for the android, Bulma allowed herself to think about what had happened with Vegeta hours before. She knew sex was good, but damn that was mind-blowing. It hurt a little, but she had been a virgin and understood that it was supposed to hurt - anatomically that is. It had something to do with the tightness of the vagina, a sort of barrier or something like that. Bulma never paid much attention in Anatomy; she was always a Chemistry/Technology person.

 

But boy that was biting her in the butt right now, especially with this android. To think, she had to actually consult her old Male Anatomy (A/N: Doesn't that sound like a class Bulma would take? I mean come on) textbook to try to make the plans as accurate as possible. The android's plans were perfect; except it lacked the attacks and power she was going to retrieve from Goku.

 

Now, she just wanted to get some sleep. It was 11:30 and she still had an early day tomorrow. Her little escapade with Vegeta had really worn her out, on top of the extra hours in the lab. She made her way slowly to her room and was extremely surprised to find Vegeta sitting at a table by one of her windows.

 

“Vegeta, what are you doing in my room?” Bulma asked in a very annoyed voice. “What does it look like I am doing?” he asked with a stoic face, trying to hide his obvious amusement. Bulma looked around the room and found that a lot of things had changed.

 

“Vegeta, what is the meaning of all this?” Bulma asked, now totally confused. “By Kami, you earthlings really catch on real slow, don't you? These,” he said pointing to the suitcases, “are for your clothes. I expect you to move into my room,” Vegeta finished matter-of-factly.

 

Bulma stared at him a minute, unsure of what to do. Then, she realized what he meant. He wanted her in his room. He wanted more than just sex, but she was not going to do anything until he told her that himself.

 

“Why should I?” she asked with much more bravery than she actually felt. Vegeta was taken aback. At first he did not know whether he wanted to strangle her or just pack the bags himself and put them in his room later. He had been foolish to think she would not question him, but then again she had been exhibiting a large amount of compliance lately.

 

“Not that I should have to give you any reasons, if we are to continue our consummation, it is much more easily done in one bedroom rather than two, correct? Also, my bedroom is much bigger than yours and accommodates two people better than yours. And finally, it is closer to the new GR and your lab so it will be much more convenient for me if it were to break down.

 

Bulma stared at him lightly for a moment, and realized she had a choice in this. If she `moved in' with Vegeta, what consequences would she have to face? She was certain their `relationship' would consist of no more than sex, and it seemed like it was doomed for failure even right now, because there was no way he would want more. All the things she wanted, they were nowhere in his future. Love, companionship, even children, she doubted this would be on his to-do-list.

 

But the more she thought about it, the more she realized that she had never done anything truly spontaneous like being with him would be. Sure, she had gone to Namek, but Yamcha was the ONLY man she had ever dated and Vegeta was the ONLY man she had ever had sex with. And it was good sex too. And it was not like she had any other prospects at the moment…so Bulma made her decision.

 

“Okay Vegeta, I am game. But do you really think you can handle me? I am a lot more high maintenance than I look,” Bulma spoke seductively, amusement clearly evident on her features.

 

“Oh I think I can tame you,” Vegeta said tauntingly, and in a flash was gone out of the room. “Oh you are impossible!!!!!” Bulma shrieked after him. Then she turned to her dressers, and started taking out clothes and other necessities.

 

Vegeta was right, she pondered as more clothes were folded neatly into the suitcase. It would be more convenient, I mean she had lived in the same room since her birth. Capsule Corps had gone through many renovations since then. It would be much nicer, she suspected, since she had tried to give his room every accommodation worthy for a prince.

 

“Well,” Bulma said as she packed the last suitcase. “I guess this is just the next big adventure. But if anyone deserves taming, it's the almighty prince of all know-it-alls, and I can bet that by the end of whatever happens, he will have changed.”

 

And with that, Bulma capsuled all the suitcases and headed across the compound to where Vegeta's quarters resided.

 

A/N: So, whatcha think??? Is this better??? Is this worse??? What can I do to please you people!!!??? You all want different things??? `Facevaults from exhaustion' sorry guys, that's just the mid-terms talking. I have one more on Tuesday so hopefully after that I will be much more able to write! But hey, if I am feeling especially confident, I may update before then, so remember to READ AND REVIEW!!!!

 

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Kagel1586: thank you so much!!! I like to think that too.