Falling In Love The First Time

Chapter 4 - Soft

Bulma yawned as she sat back in her chair to stretch. She had spent the last five days completing the sedative she would give to Vegeta. She wanted it perfected to make sure the hormone driven Saiya-jin wouldn't have any adverse reactions that could turn deadly. Of course, the scientific aspect of the preparation was nothing compared to the social aspect. Who would have thought it would be so difficult to get a man with a body like Vegeta's laid?

Okay, not that he was really putting any effort into it. She had tried bringing some of her friends over hoping he would 'hit it off' with one of them. For the most part there was interest on the side of her friends, but Vegeta always managed to botch the deal. She wasn't surprised, but after a while she started to think he was trying to outdo himself. As if he wanted to see if he could make each introduction more disastrous than the last.

She had understood from the start that Vegeta had absolutely no idea how to deal with women. However, common sense would tell even the dumbest of men that when you say to a woman her thighs didn't look strong enough to handle your 'well endowed self,' you're just asking for a slap across the face. She would glare at him every time he'd drop an offensive remark that was sure to send the woman storming out of the room furiously.

"Are you trying to tank all of your chances at a willing participant while you're in heat?!?!" She bellowed at him after the fifteenth option left.

"None of those women were worthy of me." He growled while crossing his arms defensively.

"Have you ever heard the saying 'beggars can't be choosers,' Vegeta?"

"I am certainly not a beggar. I can have any damn woman I want!" He argued not entirely sure whom he was trying to convince.

"Oh? And why is it that you haven't picked one yet!?!" She growled at him furiously.

"They all had defects." He explained more calmly.

"Defects!??! They're women, not goddamn toys Vegeta!" She shook her head at his spoiled-little-prince manner.

"That depends on how you look at it." He smirked as he actually saw these woman as just that; toys that he would play with for three days and then be rid of without a second thought afterwards. "Just find me some more adequate samples."

"Samples?" Bulma rolled her eyes at his choice words. "'More adequate', huh?" Bulma ran her fingers through her hair trying to remain calm. She slowly took a seat at the table as she asked for further help. "Alright Vegeta, why don't you just tell me what you're looking for in a woman, and I'll try to match you up. How's that?"

Vegeta listened to her request with a smirk. He thought this would be interesting as he took a seat across from her. "Very well."

Bulma was startled by his agreement, but she was not going to question it. "Ok… Start talking." Bulma egged him on hoping this more amiable mood he was in would make her life easier.

After a short break for thought, Vegeta demanded the first necessity of his bedmate. "Intelligence."

Bulma's mouth opened slightly in surprise. She didn't expect his first requested feature not to be superficial. "Really?" She half chuckled. "I'm surprised. I would have thought you a breast man."

"The commentary is unwanted, woman." He growled threateningly.

"Sorry." She threw her hands up apologetically. "Continue."

"You're right." He mentioned quickly.

"About what?" She asked confused.

"About being a breast man." He smirked. "Though I prefer them to be larger and more shapely than yours."

"Excuse me!" She shot right out of her chair and glared daggers at him. "My breasts are one of my best features, you jerk!"

Vegeta shrugged. "I've seen better."

"Ahhaaa!" She screamed as she sat back down. "Just give me the facts; I don't need a damn comparison!" She hissed, as she knew he was quite proud of himself for his insult.

"Strength." He listed his next feature.

Bulma rolled her eyes. "Um… Vegeta I hate to break this to you, but all of the woman on this planet are about as weak as I am. We're not Saiya-jin, remember?"

Vegeta huffed as he shook his head. "You are just as naïve as your baka mother sometimes."

"What does that mean?" Bulma looked at him having no idea what he was getting at.

Vegeta growled before he decided to enlighten the woman. "Strength isn't in sheer physical ability. If it weren't for my mental discipline and battle savvy, my Saiya-jin power would be meaningless. I want someone who can give me a fight mentally. That is just as essential as the physical."

Bulma's eyes widened slightly. "Wow… That was actually deep, Vegeta. I'm impressed." She thought almost proud of him. "What else?"

Vegeta was quiet for a few minutes after the question. Bulma assumed it was because he was trying to think of something particularly clever to say in the form of an insult, but that was hardly the case as she heard his demand. "Soft." He said simply as his facial expression almost showed the hint of a smile on it.

"Soft?" Bulma repeated. "Soft in what way? Soft hair? Soft complexion? Soft personality? What do you mean by soft?"

He released a short chuckle before he rose from his seat and walked out of the room. Bulma blinked a few times as she tried to figure out what had happened. 'Soft? He wants a soft woman?' Anything 'soft' seemed contradictory to everything that Vegeta was. "Maybe I heard him wrong?" Bulma thought as she rubbed her chin contemplatively. 'Yeah, that had to be it.' She shook her head as she rose from her chair. She had to get back to the woman hunt. After all she only had two days to find him a female before all hell would break loose. The last thing she needed was a horny monkey walking the grounds of Capsule Corp looking for flesh.

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"Vegeta!" Bulma shouted, completely excited later that evening as he came in from the gravity room for dinner. "I've found your dream woman." She boasted. She was proud of herself for finding what she knew would be a match.

"Oh?" Vegeta asked, not wanting to meet another one of Bulma's ditzy friends.

"Yes, she's fiery, she's sexy, and she can put up with anything. She's perfect for you. So go upstairs and make yourself look good." She pushed him in the direction of the staircase.

"Woman…"

"No, Vegeta. I'm warning you, she's you're last chance so don't mess this one up!" She ordered as the angered Saiya-jin cursed his way up the stairs to his room. Almost immediately following Vegeta's angered departure the doorbell rang. Bulma rushed over and answered it kindly. "Hethra!" She smiled as she invited the woman in.

"Hey Bulma." The woman returned a smile. "So, where is this hot piece of man you talked up?"

"He just went to get changed, he'll be right down." Bulma explained as the pair briefly sat down.

"So… um…" The woman looked around curiously. "Is Yamcha going to be here?"

Bulma felt a frown immediately cross her lips. "No Hethra. Yamcha and I broke up."

"Really?" The woman seemed overtly pleased.

"Ya, well we just weren't right for each other." Bulma offered briskly.

"That's too bad. So… Is he seeing anyone else right now?" The woman asked curiously.

Bulma's eyes narrowed at the question. "I don't know. I'm not his keeper."

"I was just curious." The woman noted quietly as she took mental note to give the man a call after she was done with her outing here. However the woman's plans seemed to change in almost an instant as she eyed the sexy creature descending from the above.

"Wow." Hethra's jaw almost dropped as he strolled over towards them. Bulma smiled as she saw the woman's reaction, she then turned herself to see the man in question when her own jaw dropped. Here came the arrogant Saiya-jin decked out in a tight fitting pair of khaki's and a black turtleneck sweater that accented his every muscle. Unfortunately, he wore a smirk to match the outfit, which immediately made Bulma suspicious. He never looked this clean cut.

"I'm Hethra." The woman introduced herself as she quickly stepped forward, wanting to get to know the man as fast as possible.

Vegeta arrogantly looked the woman up and down before he turned to Bulma. "You did a better job this time, woman." He said simply before he turned to walk into the kitchen. Both women strangely found their eyes glued to his lower half.

"Oh my God Bulma, he's perfect!" The woman said rather flushed as she immediately followed him into the kitchen.

Bulma entered right after her to find her mother hanging all over Vegeta. She chuckled as she thought that if all else failed there was always her mother who she had no doubt would jump at the chance to take Hethra's place.

Doctor and Mrs. Briefs joined the three at the dinner table as they all exchanged mild banter. Bulma sat across from Vegeta as Hethra sat next to him. He showed no open sign of interest in her, though she was fighting to gain his attention. "So Vegeta, what do you do for a living?" She asked amongst the dinner conversations.

"Murder and purge." He said simply as he felt a foot kick him in the shin. He smirked at the woman across from him before he continued his meal.

"So you're like an assassin or something, right? That's so cool." Hethra misinterpreted the explanation.

Bulma rolled her eyes as she finished picking at her food. "Hey Mom, why don't you help me with the dishes?" Bulma cleared her throat in an attempt to get the woman to leave the pair alone. Dr. Briefs was quick enough to pick up the clue and excused himself as well, leaving Hethra and Vegeta alone.

"So," she began casually as she sat a bit forward hoping to entice him with some of her considerable cleavage. Vegeta however, ignored the woman as he continued to eat. Hethra frowned as she noticed his disinterest. She thought maybe she should try a little harder. Slipping her hand under the table, she found her way to his knee. She squeezed his leg in a playful manner, but unbelievably received no response. She then slowly began sliding her hand up his inner thigh, though still eliciting no response. 'What is with this guy? It's like he's numb from the waist down!'

With that disturbing thought Hethra decided not to give up. 'All right, you want to play hard ball?' She wondered mischievously as she began sliding her fingers to his groin. No man could possibly control an erection after the sensual motions she was stroking on his thigh. At least she had thought before her hand made its way to its destination. To her chagrin, not only did she find out that apparently the man had the self control of a god, but that he'd have to be one himself to be packing as much as she felt.

Suddenly, like a deer caught in the headlights, she watched the wild haired man look down at her with an almost evil glint in his eye. "Satisfied with your probing?" He asked in an almost purring voice.

The woman absently nodded her head as she swallowed hard. "Tell me, exactly how many men have you done that too?" He asked assuming a woman bold enough to pull something like that right after dinner had to have been around a few blocks in her lifetime.

The woman gulped. "A few."

Vegeta only chuckled as he rose from his chair. "Find another fuck. I have no interest in laying with spoiled goods," he insulted before leaving the room, with Hethra near tears.

As soon as he had gone Bulma came into the dining room to see who wanted dessert when she saw her friend break down. "What happened?" Bulma asked, not particularly surprised by the result.

The woman didn't answer as she rose from her seat and ran into the living room to get her coat. "Hethra!" Bulma tried to stop her. "What did he say?"

"You mean besides calling me nothing short of a cheap whore? Honestly Bulma, why would you set me up with a bastard like him! I mean besides the fact that the only time he didn't ignore me was when he was eyeing me up as a piece of meat, the way he looks at you and your family, he acts like you are all beneath him! The guy is a total egomaniac who doesn't deserve the light of day and sure as hell doesn't deserve me!" The woman said angrily.

"Come on Hethra." Bulma tried to calm the woman. "I know he can be a little difficult but--"

"Difficult! He said I was 'spoiled goods' Bulma! He doesn't know a damned thing about me and he dares to make such dirty assumptions! The guy is nothing but a bastard! I find it hard to believe he could ever find a woman willing to sleep with him! No female deserves that kind of disrespect!" And with that final thought the woman stormed out of Capsule Corp leaving Vegeta without a mate yet again.

Bulma sighed, as she couldn't believe he had done it again. Where did he get off calling the woman a whore! He was just looking for three days of sex! Nothing deeper! How could he demand anymore? Bulma growled as she turned around to go yell at the prince for this debacle, when she saw something she hadn't expected. Vegeta was standing at the top of the staircase with his arms crossed over his chest looking down as though he had just heard every word Hethra had said about him. Her anger suddenly slipped away as she saw an almost regretful look in his eyes. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought his feelings had been hurt.

Bulma took a breath before she slowly walked up the stairs. She stopped right in front of him with her arms crossed and a frown on her face. "Do you want any dessert?" She asked, apparently what he had least expected to.

Vegeta was waiting to be yelled at or insulted for his latest failure, but the look she held was more irritating, almost as if she felt guilty, as if this was her fault. "No." He shook his head before he turned and slammed the door shut to his bedroom.

Bulma frowned as she watched him walk away. 'This just isn't meant to work.'

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"Come on Vegeta… You can do better than that!" The woman moaned as she pushed her hips against his to try and bring herself closer to release.

Vegeta had both hands planted on either side of her neck as he pumped furiously inside of her. "I'm falling asleep here, Vegeta." The woman growled as if he wasn't even trying.

Finally, Vegeta felt his release as he spilled into the woman who had ceased to come to her orgasm. He collapsed on top of her as the intensity of his release rendered him weak.

The woman grunted in hate as she rolled him off of her. "You bastard!" She screamed as she grabbed his attention by pulling herself away from his now limp member. "You can't even fuck a woman properly! Why the hell would any female want to lay with you when you can't pleasure her! You're a goddamn failure! You can't beat a third class warrior, you couldn't kill the lizard that murdered your people, and now you can't even use the only possession you have left properly! You're nothing but a failure! A fucking failure! That's all you are Vegeta! A failure!"

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Vegeta shot out of his dream as he tried to control his breathing. He growled, as he could smell his arousal on his fingertips. He ripped himself out of bed and walked into his bathroom. He turned the shower on and furiously scrubbed his body clean.

'Failure?'

Freeza had used that word many times with him, and now he was listening to it again. Yes, he failed to avenge his people, yes he had failed to kill a third class warrior, and now he feared yet another failure.

Mating was something he never wanted to do. Not because he does not desire the physical gratification, which he did thirst for immensely, but because he did not want everything that came with it. Whether he would ever admit it or not, he knew his true fear was of attachment. What if he grew to care for his mate? Not likely, but a possibility nonetheless. Or, even worse, what if he couldn't pleasure her properly?

Vegeta frowned as he finished his late night shower and quickly put on another pair of sweats. He knew sleep wasn't going to be an option at this point so he headed downstairs for a snack. He had passed on dessert earlier and decided now would be an excellent time to make up for it. However once he entered the kitchen he wished he would have remained in his room as he found the woman already present eating what seemed to be a piece of cake. He crossed his arms and stood there watching her for an undetermined amount of time as she picked at the dessert. She looked thoroughly depressed, and seemed to be trying to use the cake as a way to relieve that. It didn't appear to be working.

"Honestly woman, you're plump enough as it is. You might as well cut back on the sweets."

Bulma jumped as she heard his words. She whipped her head around to catch his glaze. She only frowned at him before turning back around. "Oh, hi, Vegeta." She sounded rather melancholy as she went back to playing with her cake. Vegeta found this odd and decided to sit across from her in hopes of possibly starting another verbal battle, but she prevented him. "I don't think this is going to work, Vegeta." Bulma began sadly.

"What are you talking about?" He snapped in an offended tone.

"I don't think trying to set you up with a woman is such a great idea. I mean you're just…"

"Just what?" He ordered her to finish her thought.

"Too cold," she whispered. "Women don't want a man who will spend all his time insulting them. We want affection, caring, and compassion. And you don't possess the ability to give any of that."

Vegeta growled. "I don't want a damn bonded mate woman! I just want something to fuck for three days! I don't need to show or have those things! I don't want them! So stop acting like this is some damn loss."

"But it is," Bulma tried to explain, "I don't think you have any idea what you are missing in those things." She lifted her head slowly to look into his eyes. "Vegeta don't you ever want to be held? Don't you ever want to feel like someone loves you more than anything else in this world? Don't you want to know what it's like to have someone there for you to console you when you need it? To believe in you, support you? Don't you want to feel?"

Vegeta felt his jaw drop slowly. He would have never thought someone would ask him such a thing. Wasn't it obvious? "I don't need any of that. Emotions make a person weak, and I intend to be strong."

"If emotions make a person weak, then why is Goku stronger than you?" She asked as she had expected anger, but instead his face reflected confusion. She knew she must have hit a nerve, so she had decided that she wouldn't argue with him any further. "Here," she handed him what was left of her cake. Vegeta looked at her strangely. "Just finish it," she ordered, "you Saiya-jin's are better than garbage disposals." She chuckled before she turned to head up stairs.

Vegeta watched her leave feeling somewhat defeated himself. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps he didn't deserve a mate. Perhaps this was why he had failed to secure one. Perhaps he was just meant to be alone all his life.

Perhaps.

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Author's Note: Nice long chapter, I like that. Well Veggie seems to think he's meant to be alone, and Bulma seems sure she can't find him a woman. Will things change? We'll have to see. Next chapter in a few…