Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Princess WHO of WHERE?!? ❯ Rub a Dub Dub ( Chapter 14 )

I actually wrote this chapter in about 2 hours cause I didn't want to disappoint anyone. So if you see any weird errors feel free to point them out and I'll fix them ASAP.

DISCLAIMER: See previous chapters.

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Vegeta stayed down holding his head. The pain temporarily incapacitating him.

"Vegeta, what were you doing back there?" Bulma asked, voice full of true concern.

"Woman, how many times do I have to tell you to address me by my title?" he said getting to his feet, though his head was still spinning. Bulma tried to help him, but he just pulled himself away, nearly colliding with the wall again.

"How many times do I have to tell you that my name is Bulma and not Woman?"

"I'm am your master and I will call you whatever I wish."

"Whatever." She said. She watched him stagger around a little more before taking him by the arm and dragging him to his seat at the table. She pushed him down into the chair and watched as he shook his head to try and clear it a little more. "I've brought you your dinner and your bath is on its way."

Vegeta looked at the table, finally able to focus his vision, and looked at the food spread before him. He was pleased at the simple meal, not liking the ridiculously fancy foods his Father favored. Vegeta liked to able to easily identify his meals. He looked at the woman standing at his side, her arms crossed over her chest as if to say `you better sit there and eat that food'. He pulled the legs off the nearest bird and proceeded to eat them quite messily. Before Bulma could blink, he had finished them and was quickly demolishing the breast meat.

"Woman, did you clean that armor today?" he asked, his mouth full.

"Uh, no."

He just grunted at her, but Bulma took it as `then I guess you won't be eating tonight'. Not that she cared. She would find something in the morning without his knowledge or approval.

A knock at the door drew Bulma's attention away from Vegeta, though Vegeta himself paid it no attention. She went to the door and opened it cautiously.

"Miss, we've gotten the tub and buckets of hot water," said the man standing on the other side of the door, who Bulma had stopped earlier.

"Oh, yes. Of course." Bulma opened the door wide to allow the men access. Vegeta looked briefly out of the corner of his eye, but did not stop eating. They carried the tub to the other side of the fireplace and began dumping buckets of water into it. Bulma watched as one man after the other came in dumping water until it was finally full. They left as quickly as they had came, with the final man bowing to Vegeta before he left. Vegeta grunted at the man, but that seemed to be an okay response because the servant left with a smile on his face.

Bulma closed the door tightly behind him and locked it not wanting a repeat episode like the one with Vegeta. She looked to see how Vegeta was progressing with his meal and was amazed to see it gone. Every single crumb was gone, the bones and the fruit the only things left. Vegeta sat there idly picking his teeth with one of those bones and an apple in his hand.

"You're finished already?" Bulma asked.

"I don't waste time eating, Woman."

"I thought I told you to stop calling me that!"

"And I thought I told you to lock my door."

"The door?" she asked stupidly.

"Yes. The door. Did I or did I not give you a key and tell you that I do not want just anybody waltzing in and out of my rooms?" He got up and walked over to her until they stood face to face.

"Oh, yeah," she remembered, though in her defense she said, "but I just stepped outside of the door for a moment to get someone to bring water for your bath."

"Woman, if you had stepped `just outside' the door, then you would have known that I was inside instead of attacking me."

"Well, if you hadn't grabbed me like that, I wouldn't have attacked you!"

"I was trying to illustrate a point," `which backfired,' he thought, "of what could happen if you leave my door open. If I had been anyone else, I might have killed you."

"You don't have to worry about me. I took care of myself quite well, don't you think?" Bulma said smugly.

"It doesn't take more than a second to slit your slender throat woman," Vegeta said, drawing a finger down her throat almost to her breasts. He pulled his hand away almost reluctantly.

Bulma nearly jumped out of her skin at his touch and was glad when it was over. He made her feel a little nervous and unsure of herself and she sought to keep as much distance as possible between them. She backed up a few steps.

"Are you ready for your bath?" she asked lamely.

Vegeta smirked before he took a bite out of the apple he still held. He knew the effect he was having on her and saw how she was fighting what she felt at every step. The apple was gone in five or six bites and he tossed the core into the fire and it sizzled and popped as it was burned into nothing. He walked to the tub and began disrobing without warning. He first kicked off his boots into a corner. Next came his tunic, then his undershirt. It wasn't until he began to loosen his pants that she said anything.

"Uh, maybe there's something you want me to do somewhere else?" Bulma asked hopefully, not wanting to stand here and watch him reveal his so far magnificent body in front of her. She did not need this now, not with all the confusing emotions and instincts boiling around inside of her.

Vegeta glanced at her over his shoulder, sensing her discomfort. He wanted to laugh at her, but he remained silent. "No. You will stay here and help me bathe."

"Help you?" Bulma gulped.

"Yes. Is there a problem?" he asked, knowing there was one, but choosing to toy with her instead.

"I just thought that maybe you wouldn't want some lowly female servant here to help you," she said backing towards the door slowly.

"No. Now that you're here, I don't need anyone else's help. Now get come here." Vegeta commanded.

Bulma took a deep breath and walked back over to him as slowly as she could possibly manage.

"Don't tell me you've never seen a naked man before?" he teased her.

"It's not like that. I have four older brothers and my best friend is a male," she told him indignantly.

Vegeta was taken back by that admission, though he didn't show it. She had a male friend? He had never made a friend amongst the opposite sex. Most females were idiots, prattling on about clothing and jewelry and the like. He couldn't stand to be around him except when it was absolutely necessary. It also bothered him that this friend might be more than just that.

"Then what's the problem?"

"I'm just not use to seeing strange males I don't know disrobe in front of me." She told him, even though it was far from the truth. She didn't care who stripped down in front of her. It didn't bother her at all actually, but then, she had never been attracted to any of them either.

"Well, I won't be so unknown here for long, so it's better you get used to it now."

Vegeta looked away from her and continued undressing. He soon had his pants loose and Bulma followed them as they dropped to the ground. She kept her eyes to the floor, until she heard a splash. She looked up to see that Vegeta had already comfortably sat himself down.

`Thank Kami,' she thought. She was able to control herself better now that she was barely able to see his body. The suds from the soap covered anything that might be seen from above.

"Woman, come and wash me," Vegeta demanded.

"Can't you wash yourself?"

"That's beside the point. I want you to do it." He said holding his washing cloth out to her.

Bulma looked at it as if it were horse dung.

"Get over here NOW, Woman," he told her in a low voice that brooked no argument.

She took the cloth from him and just looked at it for a moment before looking at Vegeta. He was leaning back with his eyes closed his arms resting along the edge of the tub.

`Okay, Bulma. You can do this,' she thought.

She dipped the cloth lightly in the water and started by washing his arms, which was simple enough. There wasn't anything to disturbing about rippling muscles that seemed barely contained by his skin (gulp). She washed his hands noting how even they seemed to have a power all their own. She then traveled up his arms to his broad shoulders and finally to his chest which was lightly covered with fur as dark as his hair. She didn't spend too much time there as the uneasy feeling returned to her again. She repeated the same process going down his other arm. When she finished she was unsure of where to go next, knowing that she definitely didn't want to go down into the water.

As if sensing her dilemma, he lifted one of his feet from the water and rested it on the edge of the tub. She washed his entire foot including between his toes. She washed his leg, careful not to go to far and then reached in the water to pull up his other leg and wash it. Satisfied that she was finished, she looked at Vegeta hoping he was going to tell her that she could go.

"Haven't you forgotten something?" he asked.

"Forgotten something?" she asked apprehensively. "No, I haven't forgotten anything, so if you don't mind, I'll be going now," she tried to back away and leave.

"I did not say that you may leave yet, Woman. And I think that you have forgotten something. You will not leave until you have completed your duty."

Bulma had been dreading this moment. She knew that he wanted her to wash `down there', but she didn't want to put herself in a position of wanting him more than she already did.

Vegeta watched her impatiently, wondering if she knew how easy it was to know what she was thinking just by watching the expressions on her face.

Bulma dipped the cloth back into the water and wrung it out slowly, praying to whoever was listening that this would be over soon. Vegeta suddenly leaned forward.

"What are you doing?" she asked

"My back, Woman. You forgot to wash my back."

"Your……back?" she thought numbly. "I forgot….to wash your….back?"

"Woman, stop being a fool and hurry up. I want to get out of this water before it turns cold." He snapped.

Relief like Bulma had never known washed over her. He wanted her to wash his back! That was great! Here she was thinking that he was trying to get personal and all he wanted was for her to wash his back! She fell to her final task with relish nearly scrubbing the skin of his back.

"Woman, that's enough! I don't think I'm going to be any cleaner." He said between clenched teeth.

"Oh! Sorry!" she said happily.

Vegeta wondered what the hell she was so happy about. Was the thought of touching him in an intimate place revolting to her?

"Go get my drying cloth! It's lying on the chair in the bedroom."

"Of course!" Bulma said, skipping from the room, which only angered Vegeta. Did she think he was repulsive? Or maybe, he finally thought, it was just ordinary maiden shyness? She appeared before he had time to examine the thought further. She held out the towel to him.

"Hold it open for me."

"What?" Bulma asked, the funny feeling now starting to build up in her stomach again.

"I said, hold it open. I don't want it to get wet before I even get out of the tub." Ha. Let's see how she's going to get pass this one.

Bulma thought about it for a moment before the solution came to her. She didn't have to look, just hold it open. She walked over to the tub, careful not to look into the tub and held the towel wide open in front of her. She not only turned her head away, but she closed her eyes for good measure. She then heard the sound of movement in water and then felt Vegeta tug the towel from her hands. When she felt it was safe she cracked an eye open and saw that Vegeta had the towel securely wrapped around his waist. His chest was still visible, but she would take what she could get.

"Can I get you some night clothing?" she asked hopefully.

"No. I sleep in what I came into this world in," he told her, waiting for her reaction.

"Oh. Okay. That's fine," she said noting to herself not to walk in her on him unexpectedly.

Vegeta enjoyed this came of toying with her ridiculous modesty. He knew she was attracted to him, but he decided to play along with her little game while she was in denial of it.

"After you clear away the dinner remains, you may go."

Bulma almost shouted in relief that she could finally get away from him. But go where was her next thought.

"Can I go back to my old room in the harem and sleep there?"

"Yes, of course, you fool! Where else are you going to sleep? Here?"

"NO! NO! You're right. I wasn't thinking," she said, thinking for a moment that maybe he wanted her to sleep here. With him.

Vegeta nodded to her then retreated to his bedroom closing the door behind him. Bulma finally did let out that breath that she didn't know she had been holding in all night.

Bulma collected anything that may have escaped from the tray and placed it back onto it. She briefly wondered about the tub, but since he didn't tell her what to do with it, she wasn't going to worry about it. She lifted the tray, which was thankfully a great deal lighter than it was before. She left his rooms, with the door locked, and took the tray back to the kitchen.

It was a lot quieter and nowhere near as busy as it was earlier. It looked as if all they were mostly doing now was cleaning. She left the kitchen and returned to the harem the way Eighteen had shown her earlier. By the time Bulma shrugged out of her clothing and actually crawled into her bed she was sure that it was nearly midnight. Her last thoughts, before she drifted off to sleep were that she would have to start this all over again tomorrow.

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