Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Only Have Eyes for You ❯ Resistence Is Futile ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 16 - Resistance Is Futile!

Vegeta couldn't sleep. He was angry and trying to calm himself, which was rather difficult considering his foul temper. Damn her, she was so stubborn! He should just let her sleep on the fucking chair! Grumbling he threw the sheets aside and stood up, swearing softly in the darkness. He strolled over to her, picked her up carefully, dismissing the sheet she was covered in and did his best not to throw her roughly on the bed. She would wake up and start bitching to him as usual. Crossing his arms over his chest he looked down on her, smiling smugly at the site of her sprawled on his bed, clad only in a pair of white panties. She looked vulnerable and innocent and maidenly and he had to control himself not to wake her up and take her, willingly or not. Damn her!

Tucking her in, Vegeta took his place on his side of the bed and fell asleep still in a bad mood.

He woke up as usual at 4:30 AM in a better mood. Bulma was curled in a foetal position, his arm being held tightly by her two arms. Her head was lying on his shoulder. He lifted up his other hand and moved a lock out of her face, marvelling at the soft texture. It was time to start a new day and a new lesson for Bulma.

"Hey, woman, move your lazy ass out of the bed!" he whispered, shaking her slightly.

"Oi, mom, just five minutes, please!" she pleaded, pulling the sheets over her head and turning away from him.

Vegeta frowned slightly, then smirked and gave her a slight push (slight by his standards, anyway!) which sent her on the bedroom floor, along with a pillow and some sheets.

A still half-asleep Bulma, clad only in her panties, her hair a mess pushed herself up.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Huh? I was trying to take my fucking beauty sleep, you ass!"

"Tsk, tsk, such a foul mouth from a lady!" Vegeta commented amused, crossing his arms. "And to think…."

We will never know what Vegeta was thinking at that moment, because Bulma grabbed the pillow lying on the floor and sent it flying towards Vegeta's head. Amazingly, it made impact, the force of it sending feathers flying through the air.

"Aha!" she cried out enthusiastically, crossing her arms over her chest too. This action, however, was not only a sign of glory, but also one of modesty: she had just discovered she was almost half naked.

All that was forgotten once she saw Vegeta's face. She was expecting rage and maniacal expression; nothing of the kind. Vegeta looked genuinely confused and surprised, blinking curiously as feathers kept of falling form his head. It was a Kodak moment.

Bulma burst into laughter, shaking so hard that she almost crumbled to the floor. Oh, Dende, who would have thought Vegeta would look so delicious when utterly confused?

As the laughter subsided she cast a glance at the window and saw the autumnal sun rising. It was that early?

Which remained her of sleep. She was anything but a morning person. She called an early morning when she woke up at 9 o'clock.

Grumbling to herself, she took another look at her bed colleague who now appeared impassable

"Listen here, buddy, I'm going to get into that bed and get back to my sleep, and I will not be bothered. Get it?" she threatened, raising her index finger into the air, modesty forgotten.

Then smirking to herself she climbed into bed on her side and slid under the covers, revelling in the warm comfort. She felt good, as if she had won a battle against the mighty prince. She was almost asleep when she felt the bed shifting and suddenly her back was pressed tightly against his chest. His arms circled her, lacing his fingers with hers.

He breathed in deeply, nuzzling at the back of her head.

"Hm, I knew you would come to my bed willingly. True, your enthusiasm surprised me a little, but who's complaining?"

Bulma shifted uncomfortably, suddenly remembering that she had fallen asleep on the chair. How did she get in bed? Well, unless she was sleepwalking, it must have been Vegeta. Uh, did he have to get so close? It was making her feel hot, it was quite hard to understand if it was a good kind of hot or a bad one.

"C'mon, up!" he breathed out and suddenly she was been hauled onto his shoulders, her hands waving frantically trying to find something to hold on to.

"Eeeep!" she cried out in protest "Vegeta, what the hell are you doing?"

"Usually when people get up, they take a shower, at least that is the custom around here, isn't it? Plus, you have to work for your food, ne?"

"What? Shower? Work? Uh, I don't understand Oh, yeah, maybe it's because I AM UPSIDE DOWN! Put me DOWN!" Bulma was kicking her feet against his abs, while she tried to regain control over her body.

Vegeta kicked the bathroom-door open, then slammed it shut with his foot, dropping Bulma on the bathroom floor.

"There you are!" he commented in a sultry voice "Now, prepare my bath!"

Bulma blinked confused, her face turning as red as a tomato at the site of Vegeta - the site of a bare naked Vegeta; and her being clad only in her panties wasn't helping either. although the woman had already made up her mind to stop covering herself. Who was she kidding? The guy was well familiar with her naked top. Plus - and sparks of her old self came to life - she knew she was gorgeous!

"Haven't you heard of a little thing called modesty?" she spat out. "There's no reason why I should be forced to see your….ahhh…you …..ahhaa….like that!"

Vegeta smirked amused at her speech difficulty:

"Then, why are you staring at my ….ahhha….me?"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not, mister!" she poked him with a finger in the chest "I am a lady, I'll have you know!"

"No shit!" he replied flatly, turning his back on her, picking his toothbrush.

Bulma sighted as she let the hot water fill the bath. Damn him, she was still sleepy, hungry and not in the mood for fighting. Life just wasn't fair! Hopefully, he'll be on his way soon and she could go back to sleep! Watching the water flowing, she got a wicked idea.

She went past Vegeta who was brushing his teeth with a focused expression on his face as if he was performing some complicated katas. Haha who would have thought she would find something amusing about him? He looked even sweet as he was watching her move through the mirror. Their eyes met for a moment, Bulma's still full of mischief, Vegeta's strangely tender.

Bulma narrowed her eyes to slits as she spotted the object of her desires: a green, curved bottle. She victoriously poured its entire content into the steamy water, grinning revengefully as the bubbles filled in the tub, almost slipping over. They smelled like strawberries (of course!) and that gained Vegeta's attention, who had just finished his task.

He frowned slightly, but before he could say something, Bulma stepped aside, allowing him a full sight of the bath.

She mockingly, and whispered in an appparently subdued tone:

"You bath is ready your highness!"

"It's about time you started to show me proper respect" he commented, passing by her and getting in the bath.

It was Bulma's turn to frown; she had taken some steps back to admire her work and she wasn't satisfied! How the hell could he look so masculine in fluffy bubbles! Shaking her head in anger, she went to the sink and started brushing her teeth vigorously, glancing from the corner of the eye towards Vegeta. Hm!

After she finished, she brushed her hair quickly and walked decisively towards the door. She had her hand on the knob, when she heard a gruff "Stop!"

She sighed, but stopped, still facing the door.

"What now?"

"Come here!" he ordered.

"Oh, fuck off Vegeta! I've prepared your bath, now leave me alone!"

"Come here!" he repeated calmly.

It was his calm that infuriated her the most. She turned around with her eyes practically burning, did a side step, grabbing the biggest hairbrush she owned - you can't go to war without ammunition now, can you? - and stormed over to the bathtub.

"I am not a fucking dog for you to order around, you bastard" she yelled as she approached the prince.

"No, you're my bitch" he corrected, his hand lashing out to grab hers, pulling her into the water.

Bulma fell ungraciously onto the Sayian, all her body going under, as the water splashed onto the floor. She came up shaking, her wet hair hanging over her face, her hands on his biceps. Her fall had landed her right in Vegeta's lap.

Her hands curled, the nails biting into his skin, leaving angry red marks. She shook her head, blue locks of hair flying backwards.

"You bastard!" she yelled, vaguely wondering why he was still smirking. "And stop smirking! It's annoying!" she yelled realising as she spoke that probably that was the purpose all along.

She looked down on his chest, noticing the blood and retreated her hand in confusion. Oh, did she really do that!

She was about to say something when she felt quite vividly that her womanhood was pressed against his groin. Bulma 'eeped' softly as she tried to move away, her hands gripping the sides of the bathtub, grateful that the bubbles hid her curves. Ok, so he could look, but not when they were so close!

Vegeta's left hand moved, grabbing the back of her neck, rendering movement impossible.

"And where do you think you're going? You haven't given me a bath yet!"

"What? Bathe yourself! The nerve!" she shouted, trying to unclench his hand.

"Temper, temper!" he mocked, watching amused Bulma's attempts to hit him. "You do want to eat, don't you?"

She suddenly stopped her futile struggles and looked him in the eye.

"I swear I'm going to make you pay for this!" she promised in a solemn voice.

"I'm sure you will" he smirked, handing her the bath sponge.

She sighed and started washing him, maintaining an impassive face as Vegeta was looking at her intensively. Ignoring his staring, she soon turned her task into an involuntary act of seduction. She moved her hands slowly, gently probing, surprised at the feel of his skin, soft in some places and calloused in others. She bit her lower lip as she observed better the scars. She knew he had gone through Hell, but had never imagined that it was at this extent. Then she realised that she had never seen him so closely. Every time they had been together it had been too dark to see anything, she had been relaying on her other senses. It was so strange to think that she and he had made a baby together.

Bulma giggled as she reached up to play with his hair, revelling in its coarseness. She tried to make it come down his shoulders, but it just kept rising.

Deciding to deal with it later she reached out to wash the Saiyan's back, not realising that in doing so she was hugging him tightly, her breast on his chest. Because of his broad torso, she shifted so she could wash his back entirely, pressing herself to Vegeta so that her chin was resting on his shoulder.

Vegeta, who had remained still so far, tilted his head slightly, his move manipulating Bulma into shifting again, so that their cheeks were touching.

A minute later, Vegeta's hands came up and tangled themselves in her blue locks, massaging the skin gently.

Bulma paused for a minute, then decided he wasn't doing something dangerous and went on with her work, still not realising either the way in which her breast rubbed against his chest nor his erection against her thigh.

Imperceptibly, his hands went lower, massaging the back of her neck then down her spine, drawing little circles on her wet, silken skin.

Bulma moaned softly, enjoying the sensation, suddenly willing to stretch like a kitten. There was a heat building itself rapidly in her stomach and down her loins. She realised the position she was in and moved her hands to his chest, trying to push him away.

"Ve….ve…geta, wha..what are you doing?" she murmured.

"Shh….I'm just helping you relax" he responded, grabbing her buttocks with one hand as the other had been gripping her waist to prevent her movement, lifting her upper.

"Well" she moaned "I, I don't need to…." she bit her lip "..to relax."

"You're sure?" he replied in a calm tone, ripping her panties away and sliding two fingers between her folds, pleased to discover the slickness that started to gather there despite the water. "You seem rather tense"

"I…..I am sure" she answered back, not sure herself if she really wanted him to stop.

"Hmph" he slid the two fingers inside of her and started moving them inside of her slowly "You don't sound very convincing"

"Uh! Stop, ……..Vegeta!" she moaned "Please stop!"

"No" he grumbled angry, adding a third finger and picking up the pace "when are you going to understand that resistance is futile?"

The now roughness of his fingers drew all her coherent thought. She pushed her hips down, revealing in the rhythm they had created.

She could feel it building inside of her, as it was crawling closer and closer. Her eyes rolled in her head, as her head craned onto his shoulder.

Then it stopped.

Bulma pushed her hips harder against his hands, but he remained immobile. Confused, she backed down a little to look at him, her head titled, her eyes confused.

"Why?" her voice shook a little "Why did you stop?"

"You seem relaxed!" he mocked.

"What?" she just couldn't believe it. That was so like Vegeta! He was so mean, how could she have ever think he would ever change! It was not about just about sex, but about his whole demeanour, being cruel just for fun!

She glared at him, tears of frustration brimming in her eyes.

"Hush" he spoke tenderly, watching as emotions were playing on her face. His thumb went to the corner of her eye and whipped out a small tear, then moved his hand to one of her own, holding it gently. "I'll take care of you!"

Their hands moved together under water, as Bulma's confusion grew.

"Oh, no! No, no, no! I mean it Vegeta, don't even think about it!" she threatened as she understood his plan. " I am very serious about this!"

"So am I" he answered back as he forced two of her fingers inside of her.

Her eyes popped out in shock at the invasion. Gosh, this wasn't happening to her! He was not making her touch herself, no, no, no!

Her eyes slammed shut in shame and confusion.

"Woman!" he whispered "look at me!"

Her eyes open despite her own will and she found herself hypnotised by the endless blackness of his eyes.

His thumb started rubbing her bud of pleasures, firing nerve endings.

The dual stimulation, combined with the previous frustration helped Bulma to shed her inhibitions. Gyrating her hips slowly, she moaned at the sensations and closed her eyes. She could pleasure herself, but not while looking at Vegeta.

"Bulma! Look at me!" he coerced

As her eyes opened slowly, he whispered huskily

"There is no reason to be ashamed."

Her body started trembling slightly as the rhythm increased, her eyes unwillingly glued to those of Vegeta.

"You are very beautiful, my mate!"

Bulma released a deep moan as she finally reached completion and was too far-gone for her mind to comprehend his next words

"And mine, only mine, forever mine."

With a deep sigh, Bulma leaned forward, too spent to sustain herself. Vegeta pulled her closer, one hand stroking her back while the other stroked her hair gently.

"Did you like that?" he inquired in a deep voice.

Bulma whimpered still trying to catch her breath, uncomfortable with his obvious arousal, close to her womanhood.

"Yes, I do think you like it. See how easy it is, just to give in to me ……. to me…..to only me…..I will take care of you….only I can do that …. you have nobody but me ….you are mine…..mine forever, little one!"

"No" she whispered, her voice still shaking "that's not true . I have friends, I have parents, I have a child, I am not alone. I have people who love me!"

A deep rumble was her answer, as his arms tightened around her, holding her in a vice-like grip, not a painful one, just immovable.

"And where are your friends? Where are your parents? Why haven't they looked for you yet? Do you think they care? After all, you're still in the house, they would have surely found you … but they didn't look, did they?"

"No" she shook her head, her voice stronger "that's not true, you're lying! You did something to them, they are looking for me, they are!"

She pushed against him, cursing herself for wanting to cry again.

"Haha!" he mocked "poor little girl! Face it! You have nobody but me, woman!"

"No, no, no….!

Bulma's protests were cut off by a forceful kiss. She barely had time to clench her teeth. Vegeta took her lower lip between his teeth, nibbling on it. Angry at her refusal to open her mouth, he groaned, biting on her lip rather forcefully. Bulma cried out at the unexpected pain, therefore allowing his tongue to get in.

After some time, he retreated allowing her to take in a breath, after which he went back to kissing her, despite her renewed protest.

Then, it was hard to say when a kiss ended and the other started. After a while, Bulma couldn't remember anything, but kissing him for what seemed an eternity.

Vegeta's hands went down to her buttocks, as he stood up, taking Bulma with her, splashing water all over the bath and flaring his ki to dry them both. Bulma's legs tightened themselves around his waist, as he strolled in the bedroom, not breaking the kiss.

She was laid on the bed, with Vegeta on top of her. Finally, he broke the French kiss and started planting butterfly kisses on her shoulders, taking his time to savour her skin. Bulma just lay on the bed, still dazed. His lips, teeth and tongue drew a line of fire down her body.

Vegeta's attention went on her breast, lavishing them with small kisses and playful nips, as his hands went down to caress her inner thighs.

Bulma was still confused, but grew shocked as she realised what was happening. Dende, she was making love with Vegeta or rather the other way around. Why?

She gave a strangled cry as she felt his knee parting her legs. If she did that now, there would be no way out. She wasn't drunk anymore, she had no excuse, she would be accepting him.

She gasped as she felt how close he was to joining them. Suddenly, she was unsure of what she wanted. Things were getting way too fast. A week ago she was still going on dates and now she was close to giving herself to Vegeta. What if he goes back to the way he was? What if he hurt her again?

"No!" she shouted bursting into tears "I, I can't Vegeta, please, please don't make me! Please Vegeta, please! She pleaded desperately.

Vegeta seemed to be surprised by the sudden outburst and frowned above her. He stood still for a minute, watching her closely as Bulma whined silently.

"Whatever" he grumbled, his voice laced with disappointment, getting off her and sitting on the edge of the bed.

Bulma took deep breaths, relieved and surprised at his yielding. She would have never believed him capable.

He seemed to be fighting for control also. Some minutes later, he stood up and went to the dresser where he put his normal training outfit on.

After finishing dressing he walked again to the bed and leaned over, kissing the top of Bulma's nose.

"Why did I ever mated such a weakling, I'll never know" he muttered, pulling the sheets over her.

On his way to the door he was stopped by Bulma's voice:

"Vegeta, I…"

"Go back to sleep, woman. I'll be back."

***

'Is he right? Why aren't my folks looking for me? Don't they care? I would never leave without letting them know first! I mean I know they are not exactly the most down to earth people, but still. I miss my baby….. strange, Vegeta was almost nice today! Guess I was right, he is kinda cute!' those were Bulma's thoughts as she drifted to sleep.

***

7:15, the kitchen

"Good morning, honey!" Mrs. Briefs chanted happily.

"Good morning, lad!" added Mr. Briefs "How's my little girl doing?"

"Fine!" he mumbled, sitting down on a chair and waiting for the food to be delivered.

"I just can't believed it" the blonde clapped her hands together as her face turned dreamily and her eyes watered. "you are just so romantic! I read something like that in a romance novel! Keeping her locked in you room like the mean pirate did with the noble maiden! But you see, in fact he was a landlord who had to turn pirate because of the mean uncle! Ahh! Why didn't you do that to me, honey?" she suddenly scolded her husband who was calmly drinking his morning coffee.

Mrs. Briefs was saved by the intempestive arrival of a sleepy and slightly chubby young boy, dragging a yellow teddy bear. He stood in the door, slightly confused, then, grinning happily abandoned his toy and threw himself at Vegeta, hugging his leg tightly.

"Da….Daddy" he chirped happily as the older man ignored him, still waiting for his food.

Trunks' arrival helped Mrs. Briefs to snap out of her reverie and she hurried to bring the Saiyan his food, before attacking her grandchild. She lifted him up, breaking his contact with Vegeta and started kissing him all over, ruffling his hair and pulling at his cheeks, delighted by the little moans of protest the boy let out.

Finally, after much fussing and petting she allowed the young boy to sit at his normal place at the table. True to his heritage, Trunks also started aspiring food, despite Mr. Briefs' explanation on the digestive system and the effects of not chewing.

"Dadaddddyyyy!" Trunks chanted "do we train today, toooo?"

Vegeta finally decided to pay the brat some attention.

"Did you like training?" he inquired.

"Yeah!" Trunks exclaimed, looking at his father with his eyes full of adoration. "It was ca…cool!"

'At least some part of him is Saiyan!' Vegeta thought content. He had decided to train him ever since she told him the brat could walked. The good news was that the boy seemed to like the training. Yesterday he had to practically drag him out of bed, despite the protest of the rest of the family that claimed that the "angel" usually wakes up at 11 o'clock. Lazy, just like his mother. Well, they both need some re-education. The brat seemed to have taken it better, now he woke up on his own and seemed to be eager to start training again, despite the bruises adoring his little body. Vegeta almost laughed out loud as he pictured the face of his father when he saw his nephew from Hell. A purpled-hair little boy to be the ruler of the Saiya-jins.

***

2:00, Vegeta's room

When she woke up again, Bulma found a trey full of food at her disposal. After eating until she was sure she would burst she decided that she should wear something, although … she blushed embarrassed …there was nothing Vegeta hadn't seen yet. The only thing she could wear were his clothes, so she put them on, amused at the way in which they moulded on her curves.

She was prepared to spend another afternoon in solitude, which was ok because she had to work on her escape plan. Vegeta had been nice, but she was her own woman, and she did not respond well to captivity.

The door unexpectedly opened and Vegeta went in, a long thin box in his hand.

Bulma blinked twice.

"What are you doing in here?"

"I live here." He smirked "Plus, I think it's time I spend some time with my mate"