Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Falling in Love the First Time ❯ Bad Choice of Words ( Chapter 5 )

Falling In Love The First Time

Chapter 5 - Bad Choice of Words

Bulma sighed once she finished her long day of work. After the last fiasco trying to find Vegeta a woman she had pretty much given up. She had concluded that anything short of a Saiya-jin woman would have been inadequate in Vegeta's eyes. She frowned as she wondered if even that would have helped. The man is so isolated emotionally from the world she was beginning to believe Vegeta was better off just left alone.

Of course being physically alone was not going to help his rut. She slowly opened the drawer of her desk as she pulled out the serum she was to give him. She wished it could do more, but Saiya-jin men in heat are more powerful than anything earth had to counteract. She slowly placed the drug into her purse before she rose from her seat. She could hear her stomach growling, so she wanted to get home before Vegeta cleaned out the place.

She packed her things and then headed for her home.

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"Woman!" Vegeta rather disjointedly called into the large home as he walked inside. He growled in frustration as he found all of the house lights off and the dinner table bare. He was planning on screaming for Mrs. Briefs to fix his meal when he noticed a yellow sheet of paper posted to the fridge. His eyes narrowed, he knew notes like such were never good.

Walking over to the refrigerator door, he pulled the message off and began reading.

Bulma dear,

It seems your grandmother has taken ill, so your father and I are flying out to care for her. In the mean time, I've left enough food for you and our favorite Saiya-jin for the next few days. We are hoping to be gone for no more than a week, but in the mean time I want you to use your time wisely, dear. Remember your biological clock is just ticking away and we have a perfectly eligible bachelor right in our back yard, so make sure not to let him slip away like you did that sweet Yamcha fellow!

Love,

Mom

Vegeta crumpled up the note as soon as he finished reading it and then threw it over his shoulder. He was not sure what this 'biological clock' business was about or what it had to do with him, but the part about being stuck with the baka woman while he was going into heat was bitterly clear. He snarled in disgust as he plopped down at the table in the kitchen. It is bad enough he will have to suffer through his rut on this wretched planet, but now the woman's cooking was just going to add to the misery.

"Vegeta?" A loud female voice called for the aggravated Saiya-jin.

Vegeta only grunted in response, as he was less than pleased to hear of the woman's arrival. "Hey, Vegeta." Bulma greeted as she entered the kitchen and dropped her belongings on the table. "Have you seen my parents? And where is dinner?" She asked almost as bothered by the lack of food as the Prince.

Vegeta gestured with his thumb towards the crumpled piece of paper, refraining from the effort of speaking.

Bulma let out an exasperated breath before she walked over and uncrumpled the piece of paper. She read the note with utter disdain. "BIOLOG-ELIGIBE BATCH--SWEET FELLOW!" Bulma hissed in loathing, she strongly disliked her mother's prying into her personal affairs. "I don't believe her!"

Vegeta raised an eyebrow as he rather enjoyed watching the woman take the news even worse than he had. "Care to explain?"

"Oh, so you DO speak?" Bulma shot back as she placed her hands on her hips and glared at the man. "This note says dear Bulma, not dear Vegeta! You had no right to read it!"

Vegeta shrugged in indifference as he turned his head away from the woman. "I was addressed in the note. I had a right to read it."

"That doesn't give you the right to throw it aside before I can read it, you jerk!" She argued.

"I believe it does." Vegeta smirked as he suddenly rose from his seat and walked directly in front of her. "Do tell me. What is this business your baka mother mentions about needing me to solve some problem you have with… what was it?" He asked slyly. "Your 'biological clock'?"

Bulma felt her cheeks flush as she stuttered to speak. "Ah… N… Nothing. It's just some silly idea my mother has." Bulma cleared her throat as she completed the partial truth.

"Oh?" Vegeta took another step closer. "Then why do you seem so embarrassed?"

"I… I'm not embarrassed." Bulma said rather unconvincingly. "It's just none of your business."

"Well your foolish mother seems to think it is." Vegeta persisted as he was very much enjoying keeping the woman in this awkward state.

"Well, my mother is wrong! So stop asking about it!" Bulma shouted before she abruptly turned away from the arrogant man.

Vegeta watched with his classic smirk as she walked over to the refrigerator and began pulling out some items. He always enjoyed watching the woman when that fire would spark in her eyes. Her breathing would gradually increase and a hissing sound emanated from the depths of her throat. Her temperament could be a match for his some days. He found that quite engaging. "I want my food promptly, wench." Vegeta demanded as he watched the woman's head shoot out from the fridge to glare at him.

"Your food?" She smirked, "I came home for my dinner. You can fend for yourself!"

Vegeta's eyes lit up with indignation. He took a step closer to her as he placed a threatening look on his face. "You will make me dinner now woman, or else--"

"Or else what?" Bulma cut in quickly. "You'll kill me?" She said with a laugh. "We both know you don't have the balls for that."

Before Bulma could continue her chuckling she felt her lower back forced up against the counter as her stomach was trapped by a set of rock hard abs. Without even a chance to blink, she felt Vegeta's hand around her neck forcing her eyes to meet his. She could feel his hot breath on her, as his face was so close she could almost touch her nose against his.

"What did you say to me?" Vegeta asked in a tone that Bulma could tell was restrained fury.

Under normal circumstances Bulma would have been frightened beyond by such actions, but strangely she was not. He had her in a helpless position, yet he did not seem threatening. She thought perhaps her comment had hurt his feelings more than angered him, but feeling rather bold this evening, she repeated that which put her in this position in the first place. "I said you don't have the balls to kill me."

Her stupidity astounded Vegeta. Did she truly think he would not kill her? Had he been too kind to her this last year to allow her to believe he would leave her undamaged. "Foolish woman." He smirked, as the glint in his eyes turned to one of pleasurable evil. "I think I've been too generous with you this last year. I think it is time for you to be taught your place."

Bulma's eyes widened in horror as she saw a ki blast forming in the palm of his hand. 'He wouldn't,' she told herself as she looked into his eyes to find the truth. His face was very much projecting the sick, power hungry animal he presented in battle, but his eyes, his eyes showed a look of fierce determination. 'Who is he trying to prove himself to?' She wondered if this was a test to see if he had indeed become what he was so desperately trying to avoid. Weak.

Vegeta watched as the woman's demeanor changed from fear to confusion. 'Does she think I am joking!? I will kill her. I am one of the most powerful being in the universe! I can do whatever the hell I want. I fear nothing! Her life and death is my choice and mine alone! How can she believe differently!?' With assurance, Vegeta grabbed the woman by the arm to hold her in place as he took a step back from her. With his classic smirk, he brought the ball of energy just centimeters from her chest.

A long gulp cleared Bulma's throat as she slowly moved her eyes from his to the glowing ball of chi, and then back up to his. "Do it," she said in an almost challenging tone.

Vegeta ground his teeth; he couldn't believe she was actually egging him on like this! "Do you doubt who I am woman! I have killed many a nation for much less than you have spoken to me now. Do you honestly believe I won't follow through?!"

Bulma's eyes narrowed as she watched him closely. "I stand by what I said," she argued boldly as she continued to look right into his eyes.

Vegeta released an infuriated growl, he could not believe what he was hearing. "You are truly an idiot woman! You think because of your family's foolish hospitality I will spare all your lives!?! Do you actually believe I will stand by and allow myself to be insulted in such an offensive manner and do nothing in recourse!!? You are nothing to me woman! Your family, your friends! I will kill all of you once-"

"AAAAHAHHHHAAAAA!" Vegeta's monologue was swiftly cut off as his ears registered Bulma's scream. He had been so lost in his fury that he had failed to noticed that his hand had moved so close to her chest that it burned through both her blouse and bra to scorch her skin. In utter shock he dissipated the energy ball as the hand that was caging her arm snaked around her back to support her body as she arched into his chest.

Vegeta unconsciously fell to his knees as the woman collapsed in his arms. Tears were flowing as her head leaned back, too afraid to see the damage. It was at that moment when Vegeta looked down to see the woman's blood running down her creamy white flesh that he realized how right she was. All he had done was injure her and he felt angry, guilt, regret, and even concern welling inside him. He was far from liking the woman, but he did not want to see her like this, especially not at his hand.

Vegeta was too shell-shocked to react at first. However, the sound of the woman's painful moans was enough to bring him back into reality as he examined the wound. It was difficult for him to believe the type of damage that such a small amount of energy caused, but it was very clearly there. Vegeta quickly pulled off the rest of Bulma's blouse and he used it to wipe away the excess blood so he could assess the damage to its fullest.

He felt a strange moment of relief as he found the energy hadn't completely penetrated her skin. The burn was bad, at least second degree, but it was nothing too serious to recover from. Vegeta frowned as he looked up at the still weeping woman. For him, this type of pain would have been unworthy of notice, but for her he imagined it had to be excruciating. In a moment of pity he reached his hand up to Bulma's neck and twisted it ever so slightly, rendering the woman unconscious.

Vegeta picked Bulma up with more gentility than he had ever used in all his life as he carried her to the medical room where he had awakened injured so many times prior. He laid her down on the same bed he had found her keeping a vigil over after the first time he had destroyed the GR. He felt he had no choice but to attend to her wounds. Aside from the fact that he had caused them, she had done this many times for him. To put it simply, he owed her.

Vegeta finished stripping the woman from the waist up before he grabbed the chemicals he had seen her use when he had a flesh wound. He followed the same procedure that had been applied to him repeatedly. Cleaning the wound with that awful smelling chemical, drying it off, applying that hideously colored ointment, and then covering it with those bandages that he sported more frequently than not.

Once Vegeta finished he sat on the edge of the bed and stared down at the woman's sleeping figure. He could still see the tear stains under her eyes from the initial pain. He felt that uncommon feeling of guilt well once again inside of him as he looked down at the now covered wound. He was angry with himself for this. Not just that he had hurt her, which rather ironically was what he had set out to do in the first place, but he hurt her.

Yes, she insulted his masculinity, which on any day is a terrible idea, but he had insulted her much worse on many other occasions. Why flip out like this now? He sighed knowing that answer. The timing for all of this was terrible. Here he was about to go into heat, and the one woman who was trying to help him, he ended up damaging.

After this he knew she would refuse to help him, which of course would be the best-case scenario. Now she could easily go to Kakarrot and use this as reason enough to send him to the next dimension. He felt a smirk cross his lips. 'No, the woman would not do that.' He thought with little doubt. He surmised that the woman enjoyed his presence about as much as he enjoyed hers. Of course that was not much to speak of, but it was enough not to wish his death. How tragic it took hurting her to make him realize it.

Vegeta took a long breath before he pulled the covers over her still partially exposed chest. He felt an unconscious smirk cross his lips as he did. 'It seems I was wrong about my second demand.' He thought rather inappropriately as he rose from the bed and turned to leave. He knew the woman would be furious when she awoke. He could only wait to see her reaction.

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Author's Note: Awe. Poor Bulma. Poor Vegeta. Poor me, I have to write the next chapter! Well, anyway, we find out Bulma's reaction next time, and how it will help/hurt Vegeta when he's in heat. Until then…