Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Only Have Eyes for You ❯ When a Saiyan Loves a Woman ( Chapter 3 )
Chapter Three: WHEN A SAIYAN LOVES A WOMAN ( and has no clue about it, may I add!)
Two and a half months after the Cell Saga
Bulma entered the living room with a happy look plastered on her face. She looked like she was about to burst with happiness. Waving her arms like a butterfly she padded towards the kitchen, where the soft humming of her mother could be heard.
Indeed, Mrs. Briefs was cooking, her back on the door.
"Mom, I have to tell you, it was perfect!" Bulma sang happily. "He gave me lovely roses, and we had a romantic dinner at that Italian restaurant I like so much, and we danced and then we went down the beach to see the stars better."
"That's wonderful, dear ! See, I knew you'll find Mister Right some day !" Mrs. Briefs gave a conspiratorial look "So, want something to drink ?"
It was only then when Bulma realised they were not alone. Sitting at the table, dark as ever, Vegeta was waiting for his food to be delivered.
Bulma's mind registered that now he came to eat with them almost every day, a definite change from his solitaire attitude. Sometimes, when she paid him attention, Bulma found herself X-rayed by his dark eyes, burning with something she couldn't quite put the finger on. It made her both uncomfortable and angry. Why was he paying attention to her now, when everything was over between them, admitting there had been a time when they could be considered a couple? Has he remembered some harsh words he forgot to tell her at the right time? Was he on the verge of becoming physical violent, again? She had let him be, ignore him, and trying to get on with her life. Despite her resolution to ignore him, from time to time he kept on popping in her head, making her wonder about the sudden change in his attitude. For many people, he was still the same, but Bulma had managed to know him a little better than the rest. She would have been happy to see him determined again, striving for a purpose, but something in her guts told her that this new attitude had to do with her. That scared her. Her entire life, Bulma had been pampered and looked after; the most pain on her had been inflicted by this man. When you play with fire, you get burned, and Bulma knew how to learn from her mistakes.
Tonight, however, she was in a very good mood. It seems that the bad luck she had been having with men had finally ran out. For the past month, Bulma had re-entered the dating circuit, but had been unable to find a proper man.
A pattern had been formed: they would meat, go on a date, have a good time, and then she never heard of them again. It was becoming very confusing. She always had high hopes, and the men seemed to be having a good time also, so what was the matter ? Her self esteem was in a bad shape. She didn't even sleep with them, to think that they were just after sex.
Sex, another problem of hers. It had been more than two years since her first and only sexual encounter, and Bulma started feeling like a virgin all over. She needed a man, and fast, and that not only to quench her needs, but also to erase the memory of Vegeta.
Now, however, it seemed that the solution had come, in the form of a handsome, rich lawyer, Richard, whom she had met at a conference. They had been seeing each other for a week and tonight had been their second date. Bulma's hopes were high: he was the only one to have come to a second date.
"So, Bulma-chan, tell me more about him!" Mrs Briefs demanded in a cheerful tone.
"Well" Bulma answered gracefully taking a seat opposite to Vegeta "He is so smart, and so handsome and he really seems to like me, and he likes children also, and he loves animals." Bulma sucked in a breath.
Vegeta grumbles something intelligible, and Mrs. Briefs' attention went directly to him.
"What is it, Vegeta dear ?"
"The food is burning, woman !"
"Oh, you're right, silly me!" Mrs. Briefs took the pot off the stove and put the food on the table. Vegeta wasted no time in diving in the delicious smelling food.
Seeing that the guest she had grown fond of was happy, the older woman turned her attention to her daughter.
Bulma felt like she was going to burst if she didn't talk about her perfect date soon. She briefly wondered if she should go on with Vegeta in the room, but, then again, she was going to re-marry someday, and since he didn't want to move, he'll better get used to other men around. Why the hell would he care, anyway? Well, he did have a tendency to behave like an alpha male, but this was the civilised world and not some wild forest, and he'd better start adapting to it. However, upsetting a cold-blooded killed was not considered to be a great idea, so Bulma adopted a small-ratio technique. He'll get used to it gradually and slowly.
"And he's so sweet, and soo romantic" Bulma chanted bluntly ignoring "him" "and he kisses soo good"
'And he's soo dead' Vegeta snickered darkly in his mind, unconsciously gripping the fork in his hand, till it became nothing more then a small pile of silver ( they are rich, all right !).
Hearing his woman chatting happily about another man almost sent him over the edge. He breathed slowly, concentrating on mediation techniques, while his mind pondered on ways to kill slowly that Richard guy.
He had been behind Bulma's misfortunes with men from day one. It had been pathetically simple: a little intimidation and they would swear not to seek the woman again. Somehow, caught in his training Vegeta had missed this new guy, but he wad determined to correct his mistake in the fastest and the most painful way ( for the other, that is!) possible. Trying to remember the techniques of killing somebody slowly, while they still remained conscious, he failed to notice that Bulma had left the kitchen, heading for her room.
Her mother's high pitched voice pulled him out of his reverie.
"Vegeta dear, you still like Bulma, don't you ?" she asked out og the blue.
That caught him off the guard, but his face remained as unreadable as ever.
"I do not fancy your spoiled child, woman. She's loud, obnoxious and bitchy." He growled angry.
"Sure you do, honey! Look, I don't know much, but when it comes to affairs of the heart, I am the expert!" her face suddenly turned dead serious, as she took a seat next to the warrior.
"You've hurt my little girl a lot. I know she's not perfect, but neither are you, hun. You should have been grateful, when Bulma offered her affection, instead of behaving like you did. And not to mention Trunks. You'll think you have hundreds of kids, from the way you act around him. It's like he didn't even existed!" she finished revolted, nearly in tears.
Vegeta simply starring, asking himself if she was going somewhere with her little speech.
After a short period of silence, she resumed talking, her voice happy again:
"But I realise you were faced with a new situation, and didn't know how to react. So, listen up ….."
***
Next evening:
Bulma was on the couch, caught in the laborious task of painting her toenails. She kept on thinking about Richard, feeling very much like a teenager as she kept replaying what had become in her mind "the perfect date". As she was in a good mood, she decided to sing something, despite knowing she was no Whitney Houston.
That night, she had the house all to herself. Her parents were out for one of their numerous romantic dinners, Trunks was sleeping, and she was planning on spending a quiet evening, with a good, hot bath and a sappy book.
In fact, it had been a good day. After having spent the morning at work, she took some time off and played with baby Trunks for the entire afternoon. Her baby boy was growing so fast! She distractedly rubbed her forearm, where Trunks had grabbed her in the frenzy of the play. The bruise, which had already started to form, was a remainder that the boy was not entirely human. Speaking of the Saiyan, Vegeta was, as usual, training. Her father had taken over the task of taking care of the GR, so that Bulma needn't see him more than necessary.
The phone rang, but Bulma decided to let the answer machine take the message, since walking could endanger her work of art. She listened carefully to the message, recognising the voice almost instantly:
"Bulma, hey it's me, Richard. Look, we spend some nice time together, but things are not working out. So, this is good bye, although I hate doing it through pho…"
The voice was cut off as the vase which had been hosting the roses she got the previous night, was smashed against the phone, and its attached answer machine.
"Damn, damn, damn!" she screamed hysterically, bursting into tears. "Why? What is wrong with me ?" her voice became a whisper, as she buried her face in one of the pillows on the couch "What is wrong with me?"
Half an hour later, having cried till no more tears had came foreword, Bulma crawled to the bedroom. Her mood a wreck, she still took that bath, but without any joy, changed into her fluffy pink PJs and went to bed. It was still 9 o'clock, but she just wanted to sleep and forget about everything.
Her hope for a quick sleep was quickly erased, as the hurricane, also known as Vegeta, burst violently into her bedroom.
"What, what is it, Vegeta ?" she mumbled numbly.
"Woman, fetch me dinner! Now!" he shouted, crossing her arms over his bare chest. The night hid the flicker of desire that darkened Vegeta's face, seeing her little form, looking pretty and vulnerable, in the king-sized bed.
"C'mon Vegeta, get something from the fridge!"
"There is nothing in the fridge, servant woman !"
Sighting, she got off the bed and went to the kitchen, unnerved slightly by the shadow following her silently, and grateful that the PJ covered most of her body. Since the incident in his room , she tended to wear baggy clothes, lest should she lead him on. Despite the lack of sexual advances from his part, she still felt funny around him.
Opening the door to the fridge, she had the surprise of seeing that it was empty indeed. Strange, her mother was supposed to buy some groceries this morning ! Now that she thought about it, she was a little hungry also.
"Well, guess we'll just have to order something !" Bulma eyed the wonderful invention also known as telephone.
"No" came a rather angry reply.
"No? And what do you suggest we do ?"
"We shall go to that places where they serve cooked food." He demanded.
"To the restaurant ? I really don't feel like it, but I can give you the money if you want to go " Bulma offered calmly.
That enraged the prince, as he started walking decisively towards the woman. Bulma, who started to have flashbacks of their previous encounters, tried to back off, forgetting that she had nowhere to go, being so close to the fridge.
Vegeta stopped in front of her and put his arms on either side of her body, effectively pinning Bulma. The woman panicked, thinking that he was going to kill her, as he had darkly promised some tine ago. She mentally slapped herself for forgetting just how dangerous he was, and for not foreseeing his actions. Who would stop him, now ?
Vegeta clenched his teeth hard, smelling her fear in the air. 'She is probably afraid I'm going to hit her or something! Why should I blame her ?'
"Woman" he whispered in a calm voice " go and change your outfit. I expect you to be here in half an hour sharp. Do you understand?"
Bulma could only nod.
"Out loud !" he raised his voice.
"Yes" Bulma whispered shaking like a leaf.
"Good!" he nodded at his turn, stepping back and exiting the door, as Bulma collapsed on the floor, her mind flooded with incertitude.
***
One of the generally-known flaws of Bulma was the lack of punctuality. However, twenty-five minutes after the kitchen encounter, she was sitting on the living-room couch ready to go. She had given a lot of thought to the way she should dress, for she was unsure about Vegeta's intentions. Finally she had settled to a pair of black silk pants, with a matching blood-red shirt. She wore little make-up, and had her hair pulled in a ponytail, so that she was pretty much ready for all situations, including for a mid-night jogging if necessary. Her motherly instincts had kicked in at some point during her preparations, but she realised Trunks was ok with the nursery robots, plus her parents had been gone for hours, so they should get home any time. Then she realised that this could actually be considered a date and laughed. Genuinely amused at the situation: the first date with the father of your child ! But no, he must indeed be bored by the take-away food. Just the thought that this could possibly have some other meaning was purely preposterous!
Five minutes later, Vegeta walked in the living room to find a rather nervous Bulma sitting on the couch clenching and unclenching her fingers, as she gently bit her lower lip. She seemed lost, small and fragile.
He had reluctantly put on some of the clothes the old woman had bought him. He did realise that people dressed up for these sorts of activities.
"Let's go woman." He growled, watching in amusement the startled look on Bulma's face.
Vegeta went towards the door, with Bulma behind him, keeping a safe distance. As she walked out of the house she was too distracted by her own thoughts to notice the front door closing, therefore she had the unpleasant surprise of meeting face to face with the door's solid wood as Vegeta hadn't bothered to keep it open for her. Bulma couldn't help from muttering something about being a prince and having manners.
A small argument arose about the means of transport, and, much to her surprise, Vegeta agreed to take the car. The night was just getting weirder and weirder.
They dined in a just-opened restaurant, with Romanian cuisine, and, at some point, Bulma actually found herself enjoying his company. He did not speak much, nor did he hold the chair for her, but, strangely, she felt somehow safe with him around. After coming to realise this, Bulma made a mental note to see a shrink first thing in the morning. After all, what sane person would feel safe around the same person who had hurt her, both physically and mentally?
"Miss ? Miss ? Excuse me ?"
A young waiter pulled Bulma out of her reverie.
"Yes ?"
"I said, would you like more wine ?"
Bulma looked down on the table to see that the red wine bottle was empty. Vegeta had drunk a few glasses, and so had she. After all, they were having red meat! Bulma sighed as she agreed that a second bottle would be indeed be welcomed. She had already finished eating, and now she was waiting for the man across her, whose meal was a hell lot bigger than hers.
All around their table were all kinds of couples, young and old who seemed to be enjoying themselves a lot. Younger people especially had that look on their faces which stated loud and clear: I am in love and I am the happiest man alive! This wave of happiness only made Bulma remember her unhappy love life, her never-ending bad luck with men, and her resolution to get over everything. The answer to all her problems, even if it gave her one-night comfort, lay in front of her: booze!
As she reached again for the bottle, Vegeta noticed the bruise on her arm. He grabbed her limb, studying the black and blue spot with barely contained anger. "Who was it?" he hissed through clenched teeth.
"Ouch! Vegeta let go, it hurts!" Bulma whined.
"Who was it?" he inquired again, tightening his hold on her arm.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"This bruise!" he spat angrily. "Who did it to you?"
"Huh !" Bulma's mind finally registered what was going on. "Ah, Trunks did that when we were playing ! Now let go !" she hissed trying to regain possession of her arm.
"The brat ?" he asked incredulously, then suddenly smirked, letting go of her arm.
"He is not a brat ! He is a sweet little boy, whom I happen to love more than anything!"
Vegeta leaned back on his chair, crossing his arms.
"How old is he?" he inquired.
"Huh! Did I hear that right? You want to know something about him? Are you all right?" Bulma shook her head, pretending to be in a daze.
"Don't mock me, woman ! You would not like the consequences" he said in a deceivingly calm voice. "As for the boy, I want to know because he belongs to me."
'Just like you will, shortly.' He smirked at the unspoken last sentence.
"Well, news flash mister! We are independent people, not pets, we do not belong to you! Got that?"
"Hm" was the only reply.
"And, he is one year and four months." she answered, still startled at his sudden interest.
'Hm, old enough to train. Although I should have started sooner.'
"So, he can walk."
"Yes, for some months now."
After that, there were no more words for a while. Bulma busied herself with the wine, while Vegeta calmly finished his dinner.
"Oh, Vegeta" she sighed , breaking the silence as the drink started to have a stronger effect her, " I envy you so much sometimes!"
"Is that so?" he answered, not even trying to hide his amusement.
"Yes...I think it must be great to have no kind of feelings. To be like a machine. No feelings, no chance of being hurt. "
At that Vegeta's eyes darkened even more, while his scowl deepened.
"But I am trying, I really am." Bulma went on with her little speech, totally ignoring the changes in Vegeta. "After all" she paused to empty her glass "I've managed to put you behind me. Imagine there used to be a time when I actually gave a shit about what happened to you!"
"Was there ?" he inquired in an angry, yet low voice.
"Yep!" she confirmed, the alcohol having taken over her mind completely. "Not now though .. Nooooo. I've learned my lesson well. Not anymore. After all, why should I care about you, when you obviously hate me? Huh?"
"Woman, I……"
"Don't worry, Vegeta, I am the only one to take the blame for this situation. You've been honest from day one! Yes, you have! " she admitted, finding that speaking was an increasingly challenging task.
But she felt good; there was little angst now, as she spoke about things which had been too painful to mention in the past.
"Let's go, woman. You're drunk!"
"Probably" Bulma burst into laughter. "But, it's ok! I just want to forget, and to pretend I am happy for once. She assured in that serious tone, drunk people sometimes use.
By the time they reached home, Bulma's mood had swung from happiness to sorrow. She was also getting a little dizzy, as Vegeta dragged her mercilessly through the darkened halls.
Bulma watched his profile in amazement through the dim light, wondering how someone could possibly look so tough. She lifted one of her shaking arms and touched his cheek.
This movement stopped Vegeta from his march, the unexpected touch making him flinch. He looked down on her, also releasing her arm, which allowed Bulma to support herself on the nearby wall. Bulma's mind registered the fact that he had moved away from her touch, and she felt awful again. Was she that disgusting, that a man didn't even bare to be touched by her? She bowed her head in shame, biting her lower lip.
"Vegeta, am I that awful ?" she inquired in a small voice, and he could tell she was close to tears. "I mean, nobody likes me enough. All the guys I've been dating fled away." At this point, tears were rolling down her cheeks. "It's because I am not good in bed, right? They somehow knew that... even you told me so." She sobbed uncontrollably ."Bbut, I'm sure I could improve, right? Right?" She summoned up all that was left of her courage and looked up to him.
Vegeta, who had patiently waited for her to finish, proceeded in doing what he wanted for some time now. He bent and kissed her passionately, his tongue pushing enthusiastically into the warmth of her mouth.
This action took Bulma completely by surprise, but she made no move to stop him. Quite the contrary. She had missed intimate touch so much, that, at that point she didn't care about the fact that she was breaking her oath, never to give in to Vegeta. The passion of the kiss combined with the alcohol-induced haze made her loose all her inhibitions. She answered the kiss hard, pushing herself closer to Vegeta as her arms latched onto his neck.
The Saiyan wasted no time in ripping both of their pants, cupping her buttocks and lifting her, so that Bulma could put her legs around his waist. He was amazed at the fact that although they had barely kissed, both of them were more than ready for the next stage.
'Good, that means she wants me as badly as I want her'. With that thought, Vegeta entered her, moaning lightly at the tight, wet sheath surrounding him.
Bulma rocked her hips towards him, revealing in the ardour. She barely registered him adjusting her legs, so that she was set higher, allowing him to gain more leverage as he started a deep and harsh rhythm.
She moaned wildly as she slid up the wall, as her orgasm was bearing down fast on her. She pushed herself down harshly, clenching her fingers in his arms.
Vegeta, on the other hand, had planned a little more then sexual pleasure for that night. Cupping her chin in one of his hands, he turned her head to the right, kissing the now exposed neck.
"Eu, Vegeta, print al Saiaynilor te iau pe tine, Bulma de pe Terra ca so consoarta pe viata. Tu si fiul tau sunteti ai mei !"*
That being said, he bit the juncture of her neck and shoulder, revelling in the taste of blood that came forth. Bulma gave a strangled cry in shock and pain, but could do nothing more as the orgasmic waves crushed down on her. A few thrusts later, Vegeta also came, releasing his seed deep inside her.
A minute later, completely restored, Vegeta looked closely at his new mate. Her hair was a mess, and so were her remaining clothes. She had red, slightly swollen lips and her eyes were glazed over by the orgasms utter satisfaction.
"We're not through yet, woman!" he whispered, tightening his hold on her and carrying her into his bedroom, his shaft still buried deep inside her warmth.
*
Translation: "I, Vegeta, Prince of all the Saiyans claim thee, Bulma from Earth as my mate for life. You and your son are mine!"
***
When Bulma woke up, the sun was up in the sky, the birds were happily singing and her head was killing her - it was, of course, a well-deserved hangover. She was so dizzy that, at first, she didn't realise where she was and wondered idly why the bed was not as soft as usual.
Opening her eyes she also noticed that the sheets were not the usual ivory, instead a dark blue colour. Bulma raised her head carefully and took in her surroundings. That simple action led to a shocking conclusion: that was not her room! Even worse: this was Vegeta's bedroom!
Bulma opened her mouth, ready to let out blood curdling scream, but, as soon as the first shriek crossed the air, she regretted her decision. Rubbing her forehead, she registered in her mind at the `mistakes-you-learn-from' rubric the following conclusion: Never scream when you have a hangover!
Taking long breaths, Bulma decided to take in her current situation as calmly and rationally as possible, considering the circumstances.
Alone. Naked -she spotted her ripped shirt on the floor-. In Vegeta's room. In his bed. And clearly from the mess and the sheets and pillows thrown carelessly in every direction, there had been some serious activities going on the previous night. At least, that was the logical conclusion - last night was still a blur, she remembered nothing from the moment they left the restaurant.
Bulma winced, feeling dreadful. Gathering her last bits of strength, her body sore in a pleasant manner, and clad only in a sheet, she made her way to her bedroom, and tossing the Vegeta-and -sex smelling sheet as if it were plagued, she plunged into the cold water of the shower. She stood there until she turned blue from the cold, and after having shut the curtains down to stop the annoying and dizzying sunlight from coming in, she took an Aspirin and went to bed.
She woke up several hours later with a small recollection of what had happened - barely formed memories of having sex with the man she had been trying to put behind from some time now. Well, why the hell did she do that? She had been drunk before, but she had not slept with anyone because of it! She was lonely and disappointed, that much she realised. But, by Dende, Vegeta had no right to take advantage of her like that! But, then again, what could you expect from him?
Him, and the smug _expression on his face! She could almost see it! He'll come and brag about it, and make fun of her! No fucking way! Not this time! Bulma Briefs is no victim! With that thought firmly set in her mind, Bulma decided it was high time to get up and face the prince.
***
On the other hand, Vegeta was in an unusually good mood: he was so close to having it all. All he needed was to defeat Kakarrot, and things would be as they should. He was pleased with himself; the mate he had chosen was perfect indeed, and his son was old enough to start training.
As he repeated his katas across the GR, he couldn't stop himself from smirking. He hadn't had such good sex in years and the image of Bulma, exhausted and sound asleep, her back pressed tightly against his chest was priceless indeed. He had really enjoyed teaching her some of the tricks he knew and she had proved to be a very talented student and a very sensual woman indeed. He had been a fool not to take her completely from day one.
Snickering to himself, he wondered if he should set up a schedule for her to train - as the dawn approached, she had been having some problems in keeping up with him and when he left for his usual training sessions, she was so exhausted that she didn't even stir.
Yeah, who knew Earth methods could lead to such good results !
***
Vegeta entered the kitchen, still smirking and dropped himself in one of the chairs around the kitchen table.
"Well, hello dear!" Mrs. Briefs cheeped. "How was your date?"
"Fine, woman, just fine." He answered trying to sound as grudgingly as ever.
"I am so happy to hear that!" Bulma's mother exclaimed clapping her hands together. "I was sure you two would solve your problems in no time!"
The smooth conversation was interrupted by Bulma's entry. She was dressed impeccably, wearing a perfect make-up and had her hair beautifully arranged.
Vegeta was displeased when he noticed that she wore a scarf around the neck which covered his mark.
"Hello, mother!" she said in a calm voice.
"Why, hello dear! Did you sleep well?" Mrs Briefs inquired in a "mother-knows-everything" tone.
"There was a little insect that bothered me. Except that, I had a very good night." She affirmed flatly, still ignoring Vegeta.
Mrs. Briefs was not the most perceiving person ever, but even she realised that there was an aversion form his daughter's part against Vegeta. So she decided to make a quick exit, to let the couple discuss their problems alone.
"That's very good, hun. Got to go, I must bring lunch to your father. You know how he is when he starts working in that lab of his!" and with that Mrs Briefs exited the room, so pleased with herself for finding such a good excuse, that she forgot to actually take the food tray with her.
Bulma walked to the fridge and grabbed a Coke, offering Vegeta a wonderful view of her bottom as she bent to pick up the bottle. Then, she calmly sat in a chair, opened the bottle and, not bothering to use a glass, started drinking the coke. She wondered if she should pick up something stronger - a whisky would be good - to help her forget. Ever since she woke up, she had been remembering bits of the past night, which had become now crystal clear. Then again alcohol had brought her into her current situation.
Meanwhile, Vegeta was scrutinising her closely. It was clear that she was ignoring him, in fact pretending to. What the hell was wrong with her?
Vegeta started to get angry - she was not supposed to behave like that! Females were unpredictable indeed, he was quite happy that only a few of them became warriors!
But this was no ordinary female, she was his mate, and she would behave properly!
"What the hell is wrong with you woman? He growled.
Bulma looked at him and faked surprise.
"Excuse me?"
"I said" he emphasised on his words "what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Nothing is wrong with me, maybe you should ask yourself what is wrong with you!" She answered sarcastically. "Not that I would care, anyway!"
"Hmph. Anyway, I expect you to move into my room today. Be there when I finish my afternoon training!" he barked his orders.
"Vegeta don't be silly" Bulma laughed in his face "Why should I move in with you of all people?"
"Woman, don't try my patience! Are you going to deny our fucking sessions from last night?"
"Oh, Vegeta, really I never knew you to be the romantic kind! Guess what: I have my needs, too! You were just convenient … just a quick lay. Though I must say, it was also a pity fuck! Poor prince, no kingdom, no future, second best! You did give me a wonderful son, that much I could do for you! One would guess you are old enough to have heard of one night stands!" Bulma finished triumphantly. Payback was sweet indeed…. And, surprisingly, Vegeta actually looked hurt. Well, now the bastard knew how she felt when he carelessly stepped on her heart!
'What did she just say?' Vegeta's mind struggled to fully understand what this seditious young female was telling him. 'Pity fuck? Just a quick lay? Who the fuck did she think she was? She should feel honoured that he had chosen her! The stupid bitch was going to pay dearly!'
The table which laid between them was suddenly flying through the air, only to shatter in small pieces as it hit the wall.
"You stupid bitch!" he shouted angrily, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her forcefully. "Who do you think you are?" He slammed her to the wall so powerfully that Bulma felt her entire body going into shock from the impact.
"I am a mere woman who wants to have nothing with you!" She yelled enraged. "Let me go! Haven't you hurt me enough? You sadistic, egocentric son of a bitch! What's the matter? You've had a taste of your own medicine and you find it bitter, don't you?"
"Shut up! Shut up!" he growled frustrated, murder in his eyes
He let go of her shoulders, balling his hands into fists on either sides of his body and she was happy to have the soles of her feet fully connected with the ground.
Vegeta was so angry that he unconsciously started to power up. Small objects started flying through the air and Bulma pressed herself tightly into the wall to protect herself form the growing heat.
"Listen here, because I am not going to repeat myself. You had your fun, now I am in charge. You are my mate and you will not disobey me. You will be in my room at 9 o'clock tonight, with all your belongings or you will be very sorry, Bulma, very sorry!"
"No, I will not! I have my life and you are not in it! Have I made my….."
Bulma's yell was cut off by Vegeta's fist slamming into the wall, close to her head. Bulma's body went rigid. Had she been hit by that fist, she would have been dead. For Kami's sake, he made a hole in the wall so big that a person could cross into the next room!
Vegeta's entire body was shaking, and he seemed to be fighting himself for control. Finally, he released his fist only to caress Bulma's cheek lightly. Then exited the kitchen, growling on his way out:
"Nine o'clock!"
***
Mrs. Briefs crossed her arms angrily. What was wrong with these kids? Both so stubborn and proud! Their shouts could be heard from the far end of the compound. As she approached the battle field she met a very angry Vegeta storming out through to the GR. Deciding to postpone the discussion for now, she headed towards the kitchen, where she found her only child angrily sweeping the floor and muttering something intelligible.
The older lady took in her ruined kitchen quite calmly and asked in a tiny voice:
"Bulma-chan, have you had an argument with Vegeta again ? But he's such a good boy!"
"No, mom." Bulma replied letting the mop fall to the floor and heading still angry towards the door.
"He's not a good boy, he's a bad man." (I just love this line! )
***
Two hours later, Mrs. Briefs decided that it was safe to approach "the good boy". After having calmed down ( "The nerve of that prick! To order me to move with him!") Bulma had gone to Trunk's room and mother and son were now happily building a logo house, while the prince was still training heavily in the GR.
"Vegeta! Vegeta!" Mrs. Briefs knocked on the front door of the GR. "Can I come in?"
The soft humming inside stopped, along with the strong BOOMs created by the prince's rage.
An almost naked Vegeta, sweat dripping on his tanned body, almost flew the door from its hinges. It was pretty clear that he was still angry.
"What is it, old woman?" he shouted.
"Vegeta, I know.."
"You know nothing, woman! I am sick and tired of you trying to help me! I need nobody's help! I should have never agreed with your stupid human ways! Now, I will do things Saiyan style! And nobody will stand in my way, or they will pay! I will have that daughter of yours even if she likes it or not. Nobody mocks me and gets away with it. "
"Vegeta!" Mrs. Briefs whined, scared by the look in the prince's eyes.
"Go away, woman." He added with unexpected gentleness. "Your daughter is my mate. I will not hurt her, as long as she obeys. Now bring me lunch, I did not have the chance to eat properly."
That being said, he shut the door in her face, leaving her still in a daze.
***
Night time:
Vegeta paced furiously through his room. It was five minutes past nine and there was no trace of that blasted woman! How dare she defy him like that? He had stopped his training early especially for her, and the little wrench …..
He stormed out of his room, and flew through the corridors, blasting the door of Bulma's room. The woman was there, indeed, on the bed reading a book.
"What the…" she muttered confused by the sudden appearance.
"How dare you disobey me?" He growled, his eyes narrowed in rage.
Before Bulma could express her indignation at the torn door and master-like attitude, Vegeta phased in front of her and the last thing she remembered was the prince's dark, cruel eyes before the darkness embraced her.
***
Bulma woke up for the second day in a row in Vegeta's bedroom. At first, she had this crazy idea that the past day had never happened but after a minute or two she put all the pieces together, including the incident from the previous evening with Vegeta barging in her room. That bastard must have knocked her out cold! Who the fuck did he think he was? She still had pains in her neck!
Letting out a sigh of relief at the fact that she still had her PJs on, Bulma walked determinately to the door, grabbing the knob violently and pushing against the door with all her might. The door, however, refused to let itself be opened.
What the hell is that suppose to mean? I'm locked in !? The nerve of that guy ! I swear, I'm gonna rip him into small pieces and be done with it ! Who the fuck does he think he is ?
At that point, anger had already gotten the best of Bulma. She started kicking the door with her fists and feet, yelling at the top of her lungs:
"Hey, let me out! Mom, dad, can you hear me? Let me out! Somebody! Anybody! I'm going to kill you when I get out! Do you hear me, prince of all monkeys?"
Unfortunately, there was little hope of somebody coming to her rescue soon, due to the fact that Vegeta's room was placed in a secluded area of the compound, because of the danger the prince represented.
Some minutes later, after having screamed herself horse, her limbs hurt from the unfair match with the solid wood of the door, Bulma remembered that she was a mechanical genius and decided to let her magical hands do the trick.
Surprise, surprise! The mechanism of the door had been built by Bulma herself and was activated only by the voice of the owner - in this case, Vegeta -. And the owner could lock or un-lock the door both from inside and outside the room, but the problem was the fact that the entire apparatus was outside, the inner know being merely a concession made to the fashion. In other words, Bulma had to wait for somebody, namely Vegeta, to let her out.
After having reached this disturbing conclusion, Bulma scolded herself for having been do brilliant in designing the locks, then remembered that she was a pretty girl - and she would remain one as long as she stopped frowning, hence keeping the wrinkles at the safe distance.
As she strolled through the room, she took her time to think seriously about Vegeta. What was he trying to pull? What was that thing about moving in with him? Was he serious? He sure looked like! But why? He had made it perfectly clear that he thought her to be un-worthy, to put it mildly! Really, did he know so little about feelings that he didn't understand she had been tremendously hurt by his actions? And in more ways than one.
Entering the adjourning bathroom, Bulma felt her cheeks redden at the site of her intimate stuff mingled with those of Vegeta. He didn't have much, really. A toothbrush and a hairbrush - she wondered absent-mindly if he brushed his hair or if he had some method to preserve its flame position - soap, a bottle of shampoo, a razor and some intact after-shaves her mother must have bought for him. Over them now laid make-up kits, eyeliners, all sorts of lipsticks, powders, her four hairbrushes, different brands of soap and shampoo, creams and other cosmetic stuff. Her blush only deepened when she saw that he had also brought in her Obs and she was shocked at seeing her toothbrush laying peacefully next to his. This two things really made her realise that Vegeta was extremely serious about the whole deal.
How was she going to cope with this new problem? She wondered as she reluctantly took a quick shower, forfeiting the long baths she was accustomed to. Despite her careful search, she was unable to find some clothes for her so she put on again the fluffy, pink PJs and did her morning rituals feeling extremely awkward. Then, she climber into bed, leaning on some pillows against the bedpost and trying to keep her mind from the rising hunger.
She had mentally prepared a long and well-argumented speech to deliver to the prince the moment he stepped into the room, but when it did happen, five hours later, she had one single goal left in life: to eat.
Bulma watched in fascination as the door slid open and a grudgely-looking Vegeta stepped in, shutting the door behind him in a violent move. He appeared rather tired, as he was most likely coming from the GR, but all that was lost to Bulma as she spotted in one of his hands the object of her most ardent desires: food.
She practically flung herself towards her goal but she never reached it. Vegeta nonchalantly did a side step, dropping himself in one of the armchairs in the room, while Bulma stood still as if glued to the floor, trembling in anger and frustration.
"Vegeta, give it to me!" she spat furiously at being denied.
"Hmph, I never thought you to be the direct type." He mocked casually, watching in detachment as she blushed, realising the sexual connotation of her line.
"You know I didn't mean it like that! I need to eat, y'know! Let me out of here, you ape! What is wrong with you?" Bulma's anger grew as her search for something to hit him with proved to be fruitless. She didn't care what was going to do to her, as long as she got a good hit on him first.
"Poor little girl! Wants her mummy?" he chuckled cruelly.
At that point, Bulma decided she really needn't hear any of this. So she threw herself at him, or should I say at the orange in his hand.
What followed was an uneven wrestling match. Bulma somehow ended up in his lap, trashing wildly as she reached up for his hand, which he kept on lifting into the air. The woman's struggles came to an abrupt halt as she felt something hot and wet closing upon her nipple. She was horrified at realising that she had been performing a lap dance and that Vegeta had been merely acting upon an unwritten invitation in taking one of her jiggling breasts in front of him.
Orange forgotten, she stood up quickly and walked away from him, relieved that he made no move to stop her.
"Here's the deal, woman. I have something you want. The question is what are you willing to pay for it!"
"What!? You want money?" she asked incredulously.
"Don't be stupid woman!" he spat. "Right now you don't have any money. You only have what's on you!" Then, changing the tone of his voice he asked seductively, swinging the orange from one hand to another "And what a fine line of clothes you have! I especially like those pink pants. They would matched my shirt quite nicely, don't you think?"
"Huh?" Bulma had been watching mesmerised the orange, but her attention was somehow caught by the Saiyan's last words.
"Well", Vegeta concluded standing up, "I want them!"
"Excuse me? What, are you turning gay or what?" She regretted her words the second they left her mouth. Great, now he made him angry. She involuntary cringed at the prospect of being hit again.
However, Vegeta seemed to be unfazed, just slightly amused.
"That is going to cost you. I seemed to have made a passion for pink and now I must have the blouse too."
"Like no way!" she balled her hands into fists. "You pervert! I'd rather starve to death then…….."
"Would you now?" In an instant Vegeta had appeared behind her grabbing her wrists, holding them in front of her and pinning her soft body against his as his chin nestled itself in the crook of her neck. His other hand came up to carry the orange to her nose, allowing her to take in the appetising smell of fresh fruit.
By now Bulma was really determined to find a way to physically hurt him, once she was out of that mess.
"You know" he whispered softly in her ear "the feeling of biting into this delicious sweetness. And the juice pouring softly into your mouth and down your throat" he paused to kiss her cheek softly "and the fresh taste in your mouth……….You want it, don't you? It's so easy to have it ………..so easy ……………Bulma ……..give me what I want and I will give it to you ………the smell" - he started rubbing himself against her, letting her know he was aroused - "the flavour" - he moved to breath in the scent of her hair-"the taste" - his teeth found the biting mark he had put on her not too long ago and kissed it gently-"……… the feel.. "he ended, his teeth biting down harsh, reopening the wound and tasting the fresh blood.
Bulma knew that it wasn't about food any more he was talking. He wanted more and for one moment he was willing to give herself to him. It would be soo easy. Too easy, she realised. Plus, she decided to move on and she, too, was as stubborn as a mule.
She cried out, feeling his sharp teeth and remembered the little wound on her neck which she had problems concealing. Now it could leave a scar on her unblemished skin!
"No!" she yelled, snapping out of the magic his actions had put her in and freeing herself from his grasp. "No!" she repeated and, as if it weren't enough, Bulma decided to vocalise one of the most stupid lines of her life "I'm not hungry anymore!"
"Oh, but you will" was his only reply as the door slam shut behind him.
***
hours later
"Eight…..Eight and a half!"
"Nine !…C'mon, girl, you can do it!" she whispered exhausted.
"Ten!" she breathed our collapsing to the floor.
She had done it! Ten push-ups!
'Yeah" she thought ironically to herself 'I'll catch up with Vegeta in no time!'
"Huh, who would have thought it to be so difficult!" she mused as she was crawling on all fours to the bathroom to take a shower.
It was now as clear as daylight that the prince was playing mind games with her: isolation, solitude and hunger. But despite the fact that she had guessed his game, she could do nothing to stop it. Quite the contrary: knowing that he was up to something made her extremely nervous as she kept on trying to predict hid next move. And why wasn't anybody looking for her? How was her baby doing? Mum would take care of him for sure, but she could be so dizzy sometimes! Had she woken in the Twilight Zone?
***
By night-time, Bulma's hunger had reached astronomical proportions. She did not eat much usually - there had been hours and hours spent in her lab without a bite. But now, since she was being denied, she wanted it more that anything and, the harder she tried not to think about it, the worst the hunger became.
Upon hearing the soft padding down the hallway and towards her room, Bulma quickly untangled herself from the bed sheets, grabbing a lamp which had been laying peacefully on the nightstand, hid behind the door and prepared to strike. The room was now quietly bathed in a dim light from one lamp left on.
It was a hastily made-up plan that she herself trusted little, but in her current state she couldn't come up with anything better.
Vegeta stepped into room, sweet dripping off him in small rivulets.
Raising the lamp into the air, she stroke with all her might, trying to sneak past him and out the door. One arm latched itself around her waist, pulling her back into the room with careless force, hence making her land on her butt.
Bulma winced as she saw the door sliding shut, trapping her with Vegeta in the room. She gasped as she realised how angry he was. His onyx eyes were practically burning holes through him.
'Oh my God, he's really gonna kill me this time!" she thought desperately as she started crawling away from him. Trunks came into her mind. He had no father and now, because of her temper, would loose his mother too. She had never seen Vegeta looking so pissed outside a battle.
She retreated more as Vegeta advanced so, in the end, she trapped herself in a corner, her back pressed tightly into the wall. Summoning up her powers she stood tall, facing the Saiyan. His silence was the scariest thing about him right now, besides his burning eyes, glistening in the mild darkness.
"Ve……Vegeta…" she whispered, avoiding his eyes.
Silence.
'How, how can I stop him? I don't want to die, I'm still young! There could be one thing, but how would he react? God, I'm gonna be blast away!'
Shaking like a leaf, Bulma lifted her arms and slowly started unbuttoning her shirt. She could feel Vegeta's gaze upon her slowly exposed flesh.
After all the buttons were undone, she made no move, staring at her feet.
"Take it off." he whispered huskily.
Bulma shuddered, but made no move to take the shirt off.
His hands came up on either sides of her body, caressing her arms, gripping her shoulders and pulling her slowly towards him . Then he grabbed the sides of the shirt, pulling it down slowly, leaving Bulma clad only in her pyjama pants.
The air seemed to have grown thick in the room for she had problems breathing regularly. A sort of strange sexual languor had been engulfing them, sending shivers through her body.
Vegeta's hands then travelled south, slipping under the waistband of her pants, grabbing it tightly.
Meanwhile, Bulma looked up to him through glazed eyes, her mind barely registrating the strange look on Vegeta's face. For he looked strange, as he stood there doing nothing more than watching her with some sort of bizarre curiosity, his hands feeling hot on her skin.
Her nose picked up the smell of him, a strange kind of smell, deep and enticing. He smelled like nobody else, deep forest with a touch of spice, mixed along with something else she did not recognise.
Part of her wanted to run away and hide in a far-away place, while the other part wanted desperately to kiss him. Licking her lips nervously, she lifted herself slightly on her toes and started to get closer to him.
"Ah!" she cried out startled, feeling her pants being ripped away, the sound of tearing clothes bringing her back to reality.
Vegeta seemed to come out of a daze also as he closed his eyes and took a long breath, closing his eyes. When he re-opened them he had become the same as usual, cold, calm and calculated.
Bulma gulped nervously as the magic between them was broken, then lifted up her arms to protect her bare chest and watched as Vegeta stepped aside.
An orange came rolling down to her feet and she lifted it up and started de-coiling it and eating it hungrily. She could do so, as Vegeta seemed to be oblivious to her presence. He formed a little ki-ball and turned her clothes into ashes, then dropped himself on the bed, his back to Bulma and started puling off his boots. He carelessly strolled past Bulma on his way to the bathroom and soon the water from the shower could be heard.
As he was showering, Bulma improvised herself a dress form a bed sheet and prepared herself for the worse. She just couldn't believe herself! She almost kissed him out of her own will! Hello! This is the guy that put you in a hospital, remember?
The worst came up ten minutes later in the form of a bare naked Vegeta who once again passed by her without even acknowledging her presence and climbed into bed, turning off the little lamp, hence leaving a pitch-black darkness in the room.
"Well, he finally spoke, aren't you coming to bed?"
The same problem had been going through Bulma's mind as well. As things stood at that point, she had two possibilities: to sleep in a chair or in bed with Vegeta.
The chair will be! She decided, wrapping the sheet tighter against her body. Outside the wind was blowing furiously, blasting the dead leaves into the dark sky.
She winced as he hit something through the darkness. She really had a hard time finding a chair in the dark. Finally, after much fussing, Bulma managed to put aside the slight hunger she still had and the chills given by the cold of the room and fell asleep.