Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ It Will Happen: Another Bulma & Vegeta Get Togethe ❯ Intrusion ( Chapter 4 )

It Will Happen: Another Bulma & Vegeta Get Together

Chapter Four

Intrusion

"REMIND me again why we're doing this!" Bulma said to her father as they worked on another batch of broken training bots. Broken by none other than Vegeta. That arrogant, egotistical, infuriating and ungrateful monkey!

It seemed that Bulma needed reminding every day as to why her family and she put up with him!

"Because we need him to defeat those androids." Dr Briefs said calmly. A answer he spoke without thinking since Bulma needed to be reminded everyday.

"Ah yes. The killer androids that would cause devastation by killing all the Z Fighters and then wreaking havoc on the planet." Bulma sighed as she leaned back against her chair to stretch her tired muscles.

Bulma had full confidence in Goku's 'saving the world abilities' but they did need all the help they could get. And Vegeta, besides Goku and Piccolo, was stronger than the rest of the Earth's special forces put together. No one would turn down help at a time like this.

Since all her friends were training to meet the upcoming challenge in three years, courtesy of the handsome young lavender haired Super Saiyan from the future, Bulma did tend to get bored and lonely.

And since Vegeta kept breaking either the Gravity Room or the training bots Bulma had decided to help out her father to allow the elder man to focus on more important business. Like the daily running of Capsule Corp. A company worth billions, which made the Briefs one of the richest families on the Planet and allowed Vegeta to stay as comfortably as he did. Not that he cared!

"Yes dear. Well at least you two haven't been fighting as much of late." Dr Briefs said observantly.

It was the truth. Bulma had unwantedly and inexplicably developed a little crush on Vegeta. Yes, she knew, she knew! She should feel a complete cow for doing so, as she was dating another man, but Vegeta was a very attractive man. And good looking men were always her weakness.

But of course Vegeta was oblivious to anything that didn't involve "training to become a Super Saiyan and fulfilling his destiny" or "surpassing Kakarot".

She had tried to be a friend to the lone Saiyan Prince, by showing him concern, only to have him throw it in her face time in and time out.

After he had literally taken himself to the brink of death by blowing up the space ship that could alter Earth's gravity she had helped him to a bed and taken care of him.

She had then built a Gravity Room that was more durable than the ship and almost indestructible, just to ensure his safety, in record time. She had never worked so diligently in her life even with her fathers help. And she did all this while still trying to spend every moment at Vegeta's bedside.

And what did he do, he went back to training the moment he regained conciseness after three days. Without even a simple thank you!

He had completely ignored the fact that she had slept on that uncomfortable chair all the time he had been injured and watched over him. "What is she doing here?" Was probably what he thought when he had seen her asleep, Bulma thought.

She had tried to get him to rest a little, using the screen she had installed in the new Gravity Room, only to have him scream at her to leave him alone.

That had been the final straw for her! So she had stopped "pestering" him and focused all of her energies on her seriously depleting relationship with the man she had loved from the tender age of sixteen.

"Yes, well I've decided not to show Vegeta any more concern." Bulma told her father indifferently. Only her father was not the parent who was extremely unaware of everything that happened around him. That was her very blonde mother.

"Mmm, well I couldn't understand why you showed him so much concern in the first place." Her father prodded gently.

Bulma was not an idiot, in fact she probably had an IQ of heights that could rival anyone on the Universe ... When she put her mind to it of course.

"Well he's a good looking guy." She said honestly, thinking that by admitting some of her thoughts on Vegeta her father would be thrown off her real feelings.

"You think so?"

"Oh yeah. He may be a complete idiot but the monkey has potential. Hey, do you think I should set him up with one of my friends." Bulma made sure to sound as unattached on the subject as possible, so her father would think she only admired Vegeta's physical appearance.

Though for some reason the thought of Vegeta would a faceless woman made Bulma's insides rage with jealousy.

"No dear, please don't!" Dr Briefs turned wide eyes on his daughter making her laugh out aloud.

She knew were her father was going with this. Vegeta was a very very cranky guy, and that was putting it lightly. The last thing they needed was a broken hearted or possibly dead girl on their conscionse.

"Ok daddy, I won't set up the Prince of all Saiyans for our own good."

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"Humph." The Prince in question grunted as he listened to that woman gossip about him.

How dare she and that old man talk about him as if he were one of their science projects. He had a good mind of going in there and telling the blasted woman of for her insolence but he did not want her to think he had been listening to her or was affected by her words. After all he had only listened because he had heard his name being mentioned.

And anyway, why would he want to mate with a weak Earthling? The thought was degrading!

He had kept away from Bulma since he's accident but that was not because she drove him crazy with her concern, but because he was becoming more and more attracted to her.

He had even, loathe though he may be to admit it, missed her for the last month. He had spent most of his waking hours training, but still the legendary transformation to Super Saiyan had eluded him.

And on top of that he couldn't get the darn woman out of his head. Images of her were always flirting with his mind and teasing his senses.

He would dream about her every night and even, more embarrassingly, become aroused from those dreams. Oh how his Saiyan ancestors must be laughing at him now. He was physically attracted to a weakling!

One good thing had come out of this though. Even though she had looked momentarily hurt when he had screamed at him she had not interrupted his training again. But she had also stopped being around when his mind wanted an intellectual challenge or when he needed someone to humor himself with or just her beautiful face to look upon when he was bored.

And to top it all, she had been spending more and more time with that weakling mate of hers, or as she called him, boyfriend. The Earth's customs were strange to him, but he didn't care about their frivolous interactions.

How could she think him attractive when she had a mate. In fact, she must be the most fickle woman on the planet. She drooled over every "gorgeous" guy on that electric box she loved to watch. Vegeta could swear she only looked at the damn thing to ogle men. She would even cry during some of the entertainment.

What an enigma she was!

"Woman, I'm starving." Vegeta smirked as she dropped a tool at his words. He was standing directly behind her as she worked on fixing those incompetent training bots.

"Geez Vegeta, don't you ever announce yourself first?" She did not turn around to look at him and for some reason that annoyed him. 'What happened to him being attractive?'

"I just did."

"I meant, can't you say a polite hello first so I won't injure or worse kill my self in fear." He could basically feel her big blue eyes rolling at him.

"Fear is for weaklings."

"Well you know mom will always have food ready for you, so go, I'm busy now." Bulma ignored his typical comment.

'Was she dismissing him?'

"That's exactly why I don't want to go." He told her. 'Finally.' He thought as she turned those startling blue eyes on him.

"What do you mean?" She raised a perfectly arched eyebrow.

"I'm not in the mood to listen to your mothers incessant chattering. So you are going to get up and make me lunch."

Bulma couldn't help but smile at that. Her mother was completely unaware of the world around her and she liked to flirt with every decent looking man she saw.

"I'm not your escape goat Vegeta."

"Escape goat?" He looked perplexed.

This time he did see Bulma roll her eyes at him before she turned around to finish what she was doing. "It means that I won't let you use me to get yourself out of a difficult situation."

"What an odd thing to say. But I do agree that you look like one of those goats that live on Earth."

'Nothing!' Any other time and she would be cursing everything about him, from his hair to his feet, but not recently. No matter what nasty things he said to her she remained indifferent to him. This new her was annoying him more than he cared to admit.

"Fine. I tried asking but you obviously need to learn your place woman." And with that he grabbed her arm and dragged her to the kitchen. This at least got a reaction from her.

"You uncivilized cave man. Let go of me." Bulma shrieked as she tried to sink her feet into the ground to prevent herself from moving. Of course, with her flat boots against the polished tiles and Vegeta's strength she failed miserably.

Vegeta had to grit his teeth at the deafening sounds of her shrieks and of the burning feeling his hands felt from touching her bare skin. It was as soft and silky as he had imagined.

When they had reached the kitchen and he had not released her but instead drew circles on her arm with the pad of his thumb, Bulma looked pointedly at his hold.

Realizing what he had been doing Vegeta reluctantly dropped his hand. 'Why now? And why this woman?' His mind kept asking, but for the life of him, he could not answer himself.

'Was it just me or was he caressing my arm?' Bulma turned away from Vegeta quickly. 'No! I must not read too much into it.' She told herself sternly.

She busied her self re-heating the lunch her mother had already made and set large helping on the table that Vegeta sat at.

"Your training must be going really well." She commented.

He looked at her in surprise. "What makes you say that?"

"You never come out for lunch."

He looked away from her to start his meal. How could he tell her that it was not his successful training that had brought him out from the Gravity Room but rather the want to see her. And get "on her nerves", as she liked to put it.

Just as Vegeta was about to do just that, that annoying contraption that she called a phone rang.

He watched as her face lit up, from the joys of spending hours on that thing gossiping, and he rolled his eyes. He had picked the eye roll up from her but for some reason he kept doing it as much as she did.

"Hey you." He heard her seductive purrs. How a woman who could sound so enticing shriek like devil, was beyond him.

"Oh nothing much, just serving the Prince his lunch."

Must be her fool of a mate. Vegeta thought bitterly. He could not believe that he, the Prince of all Saiyans, a warrior, a class on his own, a man who could beat Yamcha up ten times over was actually jealous of him. Jealous. The word tasted bitter on his mouth and a man who was so powerful was now powerless to stop himself from feeling this emotion.

Why did he ask the woman to make him lunch. This was exactly why he wanted to stay away from her. First attraction then lust and now jealousy! Disgusting.

"Sure, that sounds lovely." He heard her say. Probably agreeing to one of those silly dates humans enjoyed engaging in.

He heard her giggle like a little girl and saw her blush as she turned her back on him. Involuntarily his hand tightened on the glass he had been holding and it shattered into a million pieces.

Bulma heard the sharp noise and turned around to see blood dripping from a baffled Vegeta's hand.

"Kami." Bulma gasped. "Yamcha, I'll see you tonight at seven ok, I have to go." And before waiting for her boyfriends reply she put the phone back in its place and moved around to stand beside Vegeta. He was still looking at his hand as if it had done something offensive.

"Why can't you be careful with your strength." Bulma chastised as she took his hand to examine it.

Vegeta could not believe that he had lost control, momentarily but nonetheless lost it, because of this woman. He wanted to pull his hand away form hers but at the sight of his large hand cradled gently in her smaller one he let it lay there. Her touch was tender as she looked at the cut.

"Luckily its superficial. I just need to clean it up." She said as he watched her reach for something from a shelf above her head. The action made those short garments she favored raise inches above her fair thighs. He found himself staring at the flawless skin and shapely flesh with lust, with his injured hand still resting in the air as if her hand was still holding it there.

His fingers itched to reach out and touch her so badly that he was surprised to find that his hands had even made a jerky movement.

Lucky for him she found what she was looking for, which was a little white box with a red cross on it, and sat down next to him.

He watched as her slender fingers opened the box and pulled out cotton pads, cleansers and plasters.

"I'm fine woman." He grumbled as he saw the pathetic tools humans used to treat injuries. But she didn't listen to him. Instead she took his hand in hers again and he let her.

They sat in silence as she used a silver tool to pull out a small shard of glass from his palm after wiping away the blood. She then used a cotton pad dipped in cleanser to clean the wound. He felt the slight sting as the cool liquid touched his open flesh. Of course it was not painful for him but at being caught unaware he flinched.

She noticed this and bent her blue green head to his palm. Gently she blew on the cut and he felt a cooling sensation run through his nerve endings. He closed his eyes, savoring the enticing feeling, and was horrified to find her staring at him when he opened his.

"Your big hair was irritating my nose." He excused.

And although his cheeks turned a slight red and his mind screamed for him to get away from her he found himself trapped by the intensity of her sparkling blue eyes.

But she looked away from him and back at his hand although she was still so close to him he could smell the sweetness of her scent.

She took out a long plaster and placed it on his injury. But she did not move away from him or let go of his hand. Her face was inches away from his own.

Neither spoke as their eyes met again and held each other in an embrace that Vegeta could not break.

Bulma felt herself get lost into those deep ebony eyes. Strange, she always thought they were cold and empty but this close, this close they took her breath away. For it was not emptiness she saw in those bottomless depths, but something else. Something that she had never seen anyone look at her with before. Did she dare believe it was desire? Desire from Vegeta for her?

Drawn together by the age old force of attraction their heads moved towards each other as their faces reached touching distance.

Their eyes closed lazily as their lips met. But it was not a kiss, it was just two sets of lips touching as if they were introducing themselves to each other.

Bulma felt the sensuality of his masculine lips upon hers and she shuddered.

Vegeta felt Bulma shudder from the simple contact of their lips touching. But in all honestly, from the feel of her soft and lush lips on his, he had shuddered too!

"Hey Bulma ..."

At the sound of an intruding voice Bulma jumped so high that she knocked back the chair she had been sitting on and fell flat on her bottom, hitting the cold hard floor.