Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Life Happens ❯ Ebb and Flow ( Chapter 10 )

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

Prompt used: "Curious".

Disclaimer: I do NOT own DBZ or any of the characters. They belong to Akira Toriyama.

She couldn’t stop thinking about it. She just couldn’t. It was the only leverage she had on him, and if she could figure out how to use it correctly. She sighed. “He’d still just threaten to kill me. As is the norm.” She’d been thinking about the “spot” for the whole week.

That’s right, it was officially a week since they’d made their sordid deal. She sighed again. “And now I have to deal with this.” She looked down at her stomach, cursing her female parts. “Oh well, I guess this just gives me more time to think over the problem.” She smiled to herself as she sat up. “A nice warm shower, then off to work. Hopefully Vegeta won’t bug me too much this week.”

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That evening just happened to be the first time Vegeta had come back to her for light medical attention. She almost wanted to rip out her hair when he waltzed down the stairs and up to her desk. “What do you need?” she asked, letting the agitation slip into her voice.

He walked over to her and sniffed. “You smell different, woman.” He turned to show her his back.

In the middle of his back was a large red mark. “Gee, thanks, Vegeta. You smell, too,” she bit out sarcastically as she reached to open the drawer his supplies were in.

He grunted. “It’s not that!“ He was a little embarrassed to bring it up, but there probably wasn’t a way around it. Unless he ignored it.

“Then what do you mean?” She closed the drawer harshly, and he sat on her desk.

“Never mind,” he growled out.

As she began coating the wound with the salve, her eyes traveled down to the stump. Just sitting there so innocently and out in the open. He didn’t seem to be in a horrible mood. It would be the perfect the opportunity to test how he reacted when under normal circumstances--instead of during the heat-of-moment--but that would just be cruel, wouldn‘t it?

She bit her bottom lip, playing through all the scenarios that could happen if she attempted this. ’Maybe if I start slow.’ She gave a slight nod of her head. As she pulled her hand back, the tip of her fingers barely brushed the protrusion.

A tingle ran up his spine, and his eyes narrowed. What was she doing? She surely wouldn’t even think about it?

She smiled as she saw his muscles tense for a brief second. ‘Good.’ Now, how to get a better feel? She could just go for it, right? After all, that’s what she’d done the first time. Although she had really only believed that it had caused him pain, and she’d felt a little bad about it afterwards. Now she knew it wasn’t just pain he felt. No, she gave a cruel chuckle in her head, it wasn’t just pain.

“Hurry it up!” he barked. He knew she was up to something. He knew she was slow, but this was just ridiculous--especially for only one spot. Granted it covered most of his back, but still. He huffed as he felt her fingers back on his skin. Wait, both her hands were now on his back. Before he could get away, the tingling in his spine returned. Only this time it was so much more. His blood pumped faster as the adrenaline kicked in.

‘Wow!’ She couldn’t believe it was that easy. Here she’d been trying all week to get at it, and even at the height of passion he still seemed to be on guard about it. Sure she’d gotten in a few good feels, but each time had landed her almost begging for her life. In fact, one of those times, he’d just up and left her after getting her apology! She could only begin to wonder what he would do now. At least he wasn’t attacking her….yet.

A loud growl ripped through the silence, as he finally moved away from her. She still sat sideways on the middle of the desk, so he turned and planted his hands firmly at the edge. His face mere inches away from hers. His eyes taking on the invisible fire of death. “What the fuck is wrong with you, woman?”
She bit her bottom lip again, and tried to look innocent.

The sinister chuckle returned as he looked into those bottomless oceans she called eyes. “Acting cute and innocent doesn’t do shit for me, woman. I thought you would know that by now, seeing as you’re a genius. Or is that just a fraud as well?” he sneered.

Her visage turned red, and she bumped her forehead to his. “Does it look like a fucking fraud to you? Do you not see all these blueprints, tools, and parts spread around this lab? Do they look fucking fake?!” she screamed in his face. “Just because you don’t scare me, doesn’t make me some brain-dead bimbo!”

He caught her chin between his thumb and forefinger before she could pull back. “Sometimes I wonder. The only other person around here that isn’t afraid is your mother, correct? You may be smart around technical shit, but you seem to be rather foolish when it comes to me.”

“Oh yes because the world revolves around Prince fucking Vegeta!” She almost rolled her eyes, but stopped at the last second. She knew she was pushing her limits as it was; she wasn’t about to take her eyes off him for a second. “You may have been a prince out in space, but you aren’t here. Got it?”

He pushed her back, a little more force put into it than he had intended, but he didn’t feel bad about it. She needed to learn her place, and if after a week of being under him hadn’t taught her manners…..Well then, that was her own fault.

She caught herself as he thrust her away by her chin. She was glad for her quick reflexes or else she might’ve done some damage to herself. She looked down to make sure she hadn’t broken anything or that she wasn’t about to knock something off, before looking back up.

He was still standing there. His arms folded across his broad chest and looking down his regal nose at her. She had dug herself way too deep in a hole here, hadn’t she? And she still didn’t have her answer.

“Why do you keep risking your life for something so unimportant?” he asked darkly.

“Because. How could something that stimulates you also make you go on the defense?” There, she’d said it. He’d asked, so she had answered truthfully. Hopefully scoring another point to his “not kill” tally.

He smirked. The only way to learn was by example, right? He reached out, his hand cupping her breast. He saw her hand move to knock it away, most likely. That was until the fingers of said hand dug into the soft flesh and twisted roughly.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream before her brain started working again and she finally managed to grab his hand and push. He reluctantly let go with a laugh. “You bastard! What was that for?”

“You said you wanted to know how something could cause pain and pleasure. So I showed you, since you don’t seem to listen.” He patted her head gently, still holding his cruel smirk. “Maybe next time you’ll know better. That, or I’ll just have to teach you a real lesson instead of just threats.”

She pushed his arm with her right hand, as her left hand massaged her abused breast. “You can leave now.” He turned to walk away, so she called to his back, “and you can forget about getting any for a while.”

He looked over his shoulder. “Already planned on it. Remember that I can smell things far more easily than you humans.”

Her hand fisted and she lightly punched the desk. ‘Arrogant prick!’

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For the rest of the week she avoided Vegeta like the plague. Before leaving her room she always checked to make sure he was training. She made sure to eat her meals on time and no midnight snacks, no matter how late she worked.

She was also more than ecstatic when her period ended a few days early, and she was still able to stay clear of Vegeta. She slightly wondered, though, if he was still mad at her. She only shrugged her shoulders and continued on with her daily routines.

It was a few days later when she was getting ready to enjoy her lunch that her mother approached her.

When Bulma had entered the kitchen she noticed that her mother had been stacking a tray full of food. ‘No question who that’s for.’ Bulma had rolled her eyes and moved on to the fridge to get some lunch. She had just sat down when her mother turned her, as if just noticing she was in the same room.

“Bulma, dear, could you do me a favor?”

“What is it, Mom?” She couldn’t even begin to enjoy her lunch when her mother answered.

“Mr. Vegeta hasn’t been eating lately. I’m getting awful worried about him. So, I was making up this tray for him and was going to take it to him, but since you’re here. I’m sure he’d appreciate getting his food from a beautiful, single woman like you.” Her mother sighed. “If only I were single and twenty years younger.”

Bulma almost choked on the bite she had taken. She would never understand her mother’s way of thinking. “I’m sure he doesn’t mind who brings him food. As long as he’s getting fed,” she told her mother.

“Thank you, sweetie. I’m sure Mr. Vegeta will enjoy his lunch more with your company.”

Bulma saw the twinkle in her mother’s eyes as she passed by on the way out of the kitchen. She groaned. ‘Guess there’s no more avoiding.’ She ate what she could of her lunch before grabbing the tray and heading outside.

She banged on the opening to the ship. “I’VE GOT LUNCH!” she yelled, just to make sure she wouldn’t be ignored. The ship shut down and the hatch opened. When he didn’t appear at the opening, she figured he was still mad and probably didn’t want to see her.

So, when she passed through the opening, she was surprised when it closed shut behind her and the tray of food was knocked from her hand. She gasped as she was pressed against the wall.

“If you think this is getting you back in my good graces, you are sorely mistaken, woman,” he growled in her face. His hot breath puffing out onto her face, making her close her eyes.

“My mother gave me no choice,” she hissed. “So if you’d please let me go, I’ll kindly get out of your way.” She opened her eyes as he pulled away from her.

He gave her a curious look before heading over to pick up the spilled food. “You should’ve just ignored the ditz.”

Bulma slid down to the wall to sit on the floor. ‘Well, apparently he’s not too mad,’ she thought as she watched him pick up the food, eating it right off the floor. “She said you hadn’t been eating lately, and from the way you’re eating I’d say she was right.” She was grossed out but intrigued all in the same breath. It was almost like watching a wild animal.

He glanced her way and saw the look she was giving him. “I won’t have good food go to waste,” he stated.

“Says the man who used to think I would poison his food when he wasn’t looking,” she chastised.

“Hn. Could you blame me? You were constantly up my ass about everything. Bitching and moaning every time I went to your father, or when your mother cooked for me. It seemed to me that you pretty eager to get rid of me after the Namekians left, and I wasn’t going to put anything past you. As I’ve come to find out, you are quite the conniving bitch.”

“I wasn’t going to try to kill you. You were just an asshole. Well, you still are,” she sighed. “That doesn’t mean you deserve to die.”

He lifted an eyebrow. He’d killed for that reason and less under Frieza’s command. He looked down to the mess that was left on the floor without saying a word to her. He stood up and went down the stairs.

She was about to push herself up and either follow him or leave, but he came back carrying a towel. She kept her mouth shut as she watched him clean up the mess that had been left by the food. Her mouth almost dropped to the floor. ‘He’s actually cleaning up after himself?’ She thought that it was a feat she would never witness. The Saiyan Prince doing dirty work!

“What?” he growled as he noticed her staring. “I told you before that I can take care of myself.” Shit, he’d let his guard down! She’d actually been quiet and he’d forgotten for the brief moment--that her mouth had been shut--that she was still there.

She smiled softly. “I can see. Maybe next time you’ll fix the GR when you break it again.”

He smirked before stalking over to her and crouching down. “I wouldn’t be counting your lucky stars on that one, woman.” A hand came up to brush through her blue locks before stopping at the back of her head. “You’re over your female problems, yes?”

She blushed lightly at the question. “You already know the answer, so just kiss me.” She leaned in the few inches and pressed her lips to his. He didn’t respond, so she pulled back. “Asshole,” she spit out, feeling her body tingle with anger.

“That’s more like it.” The hand resting on the back of her head pushed her back toward him, his lips pressing to hers this time. When she didn’t respond, he bit down on her bottom lip, pulling the skin between his teeth and sucking on it until she moaned. He pulled back, his smirk still plastered on his lips. “You give up way too easily.”

She held her temper at bay. “Is that what you think?” she asked, a smirk of her own appearing.