Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Life Happens ❯ Like it Matters ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter prompt used: "Flirt".
Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.


She was rolling up her blueprints and putting them away for the night when she heard heavy footsteps and cursing coming down the stairs. She couldn’t help the smile that passed her lips as she put the rolled prints into a bin and continued to clear her desk.

Vegeta stepped into the small lab and made his way over to the woman who was busy ignoring him. He knew she’d heard him, he had made sure to make enough noise for her to know. So why wasn’t she running around and getting supplies?

She finished putting her items away and turned to look at her patient, almost afraid since it was only nine o’ clock, and he usually didn’t come in until at least 11. She sighed as she turned around to see his front covered in angry red marks from being hit with ki blasts. His shorts were still mostly intact, but she could see a few spots where the fabric was almost completely frayed.

“I take it the GR won today?” she couldn’t help the words from escaping her mouth as a sly smile curved on her lips. He mumbled something she couldn’t understand. “Okay, take a seat.” She patted her now spotless desk.

He raised an eyebrow at her. She’d always directed him to one of the lab tables, so he was a little surprised that she was offering him her personal space.

She opened a side drawer to show him the medical supplies she used. “There’s really no need to mess the entire lab for a simple burn treatment,” she told him. “So I stored what we need here, then that way the only thing I need to dirty is my workspace.”

She didn’t know why she hadn’t thought of it before. Perhaps it was just because she was too pissed at him, but, in the end, she had been stuck cleaning up after their sessions and having to make sure it was spotless. At least this way - with her doing the work at her own desk - she wouldn’t have to scrub as hard or be so anal about the cleaning.

She reached into the drawer and grabbed the burn salve, opening it, then set it on the desk. She moved to sit on the desk behind him, letting her legs dangle off the edge and supporting herself with her right arm. She inspected his back to find the biggest, ugliest burn to start with.

Vegeta dipped a few fingers into the salve and bent forward to start with the few burns he had acquired on his legs. He was used to Bulma taking her time by now, but it didn’t make him any more tolerable to her slowness. He had finished his legs and was getting ready to dip his fingers back into the container when she finally started.

Her fingers barely grazed his as they both reached into the container. “Sorry.” She pulled her hand back quickly, letting him go first. He didn’t say anything in return. She let out a silent breath. ‘Perhaps I should’ve put him on a lab table. This feels too intimate.’ With her recent dreams, it was only adding to her desire to touch him in a more intimate way than he would ever allow her.

She finally started on her duties, coating her fingers in the salve before applying it on the biggest burn, which was in the center of his back. “So what happened today? Did you fall asleep while battling yourself?” She almost laughed at the picture of him falling asleep while in the midst of battle.

“Why would I fall asleep during battle, woman?” he grouched, while trying to ignore the pressure she was applying to his back.

This time she didn’t suppress the giggle. “It was just a joke. You know, you really need to learn to relax.” She pressed her fingers in small circles over the burn. “Besides, I haven’t seen you in this bad a shape since you came back with that bite.”

“They’re just burns, it’s not like I’m bleeding to death,” he bit out. Her fingers and obvious concern were wrecking havoc on his nerves. She was lucky he was a man of control or else she would’ve found herself pinned to the desk or ground by now.

She sighed, her breath fanning over his upper back. “I suppose not. It’s just you usually don’t come out of the GR with this many injuries.” Making sure the burn she was treating was evenly coated before moving onto the next one.

He huffed. He was already working on the last of his burns. “Just because I don’t come to you everyday doesn’t mean I’m injury free. I told you before I can take care of myself.”

She rolled her eyes. “Obviously,” she snorted. ‘Think, Bulma! Keep him talking.’ She was quite impressed with her sad attempt at trying to flirt with the Saiyan. It was nothing like flirting with an Earth man, but Vegeta was very different than her usual target. She would just have to start small - albeit very small - and work her way up.

As she tried to think of something else to say, her hand strayed from the burn she was working on and rubbed against a raised spot.

Vegeta tried to catch the strangled moan that crawled up his throat, and he did what he could to turn it into a low growl. “Watch what you’re doing back there, woman!” he roared, once again pissed at his own lack of thought.

Bulma quickly snapped her head down to look at what she’d touched. She saw the bump on his lower back, indicating the loss of his tail. “Oops, did I hurt you?” she asked concerned. She hadn’t meant to brush across his now obvious sore spot.

‘Hurt him? She honestly thought that she’d hurt him?’

She leaned over his back, careful not to press against it, as she brought her lips close to his ear. “Maybe I could kiss it and make it feel better.” Even as the words flew from her mouth she knew it was a bad idea. ‘What happened to taking it slow?!‘ her mind screamed. No matter what reaction she would get out of him, it would probably be bad. To her surprise, though, he didn’t give her the response she was waiting for.

He chuckled. It wasn’t as scary as his usual harsh laughter, but it still sent a shiver down her spine.

“You really do have some balls on you, woman.” He turned his head so he could look at her face with one eye and half a smirk.

She gave him a half frown and was tempted to tell him that she didn’t have any balls, and that he was more than welcome to check for himself, but she kept her lips tight.

“Oh.” His eyebrow lifted slightly. “Have I managed to do the impossible? Keeping that little mouth of yours shut for once,” he answered his own question.

Her frown turned into a smirk as he felt her hand drift slightly to the left and down, before the heel of her hand pressed hard on the nub of flesh connected to his spine. This time he didn’t have to turn a moan into the very loud growl that ripped through his closed lips.

“You shouldn’t speak to a lady in such a vulgar manner.” She knew she was putting her life on the line once again as she brushed her lips across the shell of his ear, while her heel still pressed against his flesh.

He growled, “you are no lady. In fact, if I had money to wager, I’d say you probably have the biggest balls out of your little group of friends.”

Her blood boiled under her skin, heating her flesh. Her stomach doing flip-flops at the now very dangerous situation she was getting herself into. “Since you’re so sure of your words, why don’t you go ahead and check for yourself.” There, she’d said it. She moved away from him and stood on the floor. Moving in front of him, she slightly spread her legs and gave him a challenging look.

He gripped the edge of her desk, feeling the metal bend under his fingers. His instincts telling him to take what she offered so freely, but he wouldn’t bend to her will. “Now who’s being vulgar and un-lady like. Besides, what would your weakling do if he found out?” He repaid her challenge with one of his own.

She put her hands on her hips, but made no other move. “Yamcha? You should know that I broke up with him after you destroyed the GR all those months ago. I haven’t seen him since, and don’t care to, either,” she answered.

“Is that why you’ve been running around half-naked, trying to catch my attention?” His own sick sense of flirting kicking in at the haughty female before him.

She gasped at his accusation. A second later she was smirking again. “Apparently it worked, if you noticed me.” She folded her arms under her breasts, continuing to flirt with danger.

His eyes narrowed, and his lips pressed tightly together before he stood. “You know who I am and yet you’re still so brazen.” He lifted his hand to cup her chin.

Her heart stilled as he finally touched her. “I know you won’t hurt me. You need me or so you keep saying. So if you need my services, then you surely wouldn’t hurt me.”

He watched her blue eyes as he felt her pulse beat in her neck. “Are you so sure of your words?” His fingers slid from under her chin to skim down her slender neck.

She gulped, not sure if her body was frightened or completely turned on. ‘What is wrong with you? He’s holding your life in his hands and it’s just making you more horny!’ her conscience yelled.

“Yes,” she finally whispered. Blue stared into black as she felt his bare fingers dance across her neck. She could feel them twitch at her answer.

“You seemed to have lost some of that spunk, woman. I’d have to say you’re not truly confident in your answer.” He gave her his evil smirk as his fingers curled around her neck. “Do you still believe I won’t hurt you?”

“Yes,” her voice confident this time, and she felt his fingers uncurl and caress her neck again.

“Good. I’d hate to damage such delicate, beautiful skin.” He finally pulled away from her, done with this evenings game.

She cocked her head to the side, giving him a curious look. “You didn’t confirm your words. Or are you that certain I have a set of balls?”

The smirk still set on his lips, he let the dark chuckle bubble in his throat. “Are you that desperate for a man’s touch? Or do you just wish to be broken?”

She felt the blush creep up her neck and into cheeks. She figured the way things were going, he would want to be with her, but apparently she had hit another brick wall. “If I wished for a man’s touch I could easily find it…”

“And yet here you are trying your damnedest to get into my shorts,” he easily called her bluff as he inhaled. “Did you already forget that I’m not human.” He leaned into her and took a deep breath, before blowing it back out on her sensitive neck. “I smell things that you try to hide behind words. I’ve been able to smell it since I walked down here.”

Her blush deepened, but she didn’t move. “So are you saying that I’m wasting my time?” Her heart raced while she waited for an answer. If he said yes, then she would give up, but if he said anything else…

He pulled back from her heated flesh before he let himself do something foolish. “I will not lie to you, Bulma.” He met her eyes. “I am…attracted to you for some unknown reason.”

Her heart beat faster at the mention of her name. She was pretty sure it was the first time he’d used it, and she was surprised he even knew it.

“I am nothing like that weakling you called a boyfriend, as I’m sure you know very well.”

She gave a sharp nod. “And I am not a whore that you can use and toss to the side. I know you have your pride, Vegeta, but I have mine as well. I will not be used as a toy for your sick fantasies,” she told him firmly.

“Hn. We’ll see about that.” He couldn’t believe he was actually considering this. Hell, he wasn’t even considering it anymore, he was more than willing to jump into bed with this blue-haired female. “You know this won’t change how I feel about your species, and that after I defeat Kakarot I still plan on blowing this mudball of a planet to pieces.” As he told her; he wouldn’t lie to her. She would know the truth of his nature before she lay beneath him.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t some sort of sad attempt to make you civil or a trade of services so you won’t kill us all.” She could feel her body going cold at her words. She was going to sleep with a man that would eventually kill her and her entire race, and yet she was looking forward to finding out exactly how skilled he was in bed.

He nodded. He could feel the waves of uncertainty coming from her at her final words. He reached out to lay his palm on her cheek, expecting her to flinch, but she didn’t. He let his other hand rest at her hip, bringing her an inch apart from his own body. His nose brushed hers, before letting his lips settle over top her own. “You will think about it. I will give you time to change your mind, since you seem to understand what you’ll be going to bed with.”

His voice was silk, luring her further into his web. Was he hoping that by giving her an out she would take it? Or was he just once again toying with her. She swallowed hard, concentrating on the heat of his hands on her body.

“You know what type of man I am.” She nodded, and he rewarded her with a stroke of his thumb on her cheek. “I will not be gentle.” She nodded once again, and let his other hand slip under the hem of her shirt. “This will be nothing but sex, fucking. No relationship will come of this.” She nodded a third time, a little slower this time. “This will not give you any form of control over me. If you try, I will kill you.” His hand left her cheek, letting his fingers travel through her hair. Reaching the middle he jerked her head back forcefully. “You will think about all I have told you. If you wish for something other than what I told you, then leave me be. I will not make you ‘nurse’ me if you deny me properly. Now, tell me what you will think about tonight,” he ordered, none-to-softly as he held her head back.

Fire lit her blue eyes at his treatment of her. “You are a murdering bastard hell bent on destroying my race.”

He smirked. ‘This could be enjoyable if she consents.’

“You’ll be a beast in bed.”

‘Yes, very enjoyable.’ He watched as her eyes flamed brighter with anger.

“You want nothing more than to fuck my brains out. No commitment.”

His fingers loosened their hold on her hair, but her head remained tilted. He took the opportunity to run his tongue along her stretched neck, tasting her for the first and maybe last time.

Her pulse yet again quickened at his attention. “If I try to control you with my hot body, you will kill me.” She couldn’t help her fingers from diving into his flame-swept black hair. “If I deny you.” Her breath hitched when she felt fingertips brush the underside of her bra. “If I deny you properly, I won’t have to play nurse for you anymore.”

At her final words, he pulled completely away, leaving her body hot and bothered. She fought to control her breathing and calm her heart rate. As she panted and fanned herself, she glanced at Vegeta to see that he was in no way affected.

“Good girl. If need be, maybe you could make a list of cons and pros.” He started to turn and walk away.

“And when will I give you my answer?” she called after him, not quite ready to move her body.

“I’ll leave it up to you. After all, you’re the one with all the decisions to make,” he told her before walking out.

She walked over to her desk and rested her bottom against where Vegeta had sat. She hooked her hands on the edge to lift herself up, but stopped as she felt something odd. The metal was bent. It hadn’t been that way before had it? Surely not. “Vegeta was sitting here,” she whispered to herself. Looks like she wasn’t the only one holding back early on in the conversation.