Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Show Him How ❯ Bondage is not my style. ( Chapter 3 )

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

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*Special thanks to Vegetababe and Bulma Peacecraft for beta-ing this!*

Show Him How

Chapter 3: Bondage is not my style.

Last Time: Vegeta and Bulma spend a while in the ship, and Vegeta realizes that he and his companion are on their way to the planet Imtor. He reveals to Bulma the chauvinistic nature of Imtorite males, telling her that they will have to pretend to be mates, for her own protection.

"Wha…What do you mean we have to pretend to be mates?" Bulma screeched. "I don't get it!"

"If you are that stupid…" Vegeta sighed and rolled his eyes. "It means, in your Human terms, that while we are on the planet Imtor, we must pretend to be husband and wife." With that, he turned and stalked out of the room, heading towards the enclosed gravity chamber.

Two days later, Bulma was still in a bit of a trance. Mates? We have to pretend to be mates? I don't even like the guy! Though he is kind of cute…more like hunkarific…but he's such an asshole…and what kind of word is mates? What are we? Monkeys? Hmmm…I suppose that does make sense…

Suddenly, a loud clatter erupted from behind, and Bulma jumped around to see Vegeta standing in the middle of a pile of pots and pans. "Woman…May I ask what in hell these pots are doing in my way?" he growled.

"I…err…" she stuttered, blushing. Vegeta wore no shirt, and that's enough to make even the most pristine nun sweat. (Author's note: I really hope that no one finds that offensive, as it is just a saying, and I certainly don't mean it to be offensive.) "I was just making dinner, and I had to dig through all these cupboards and then I guess I kinda forgot to put everything away…"

Vegeta snorted, and kicked one of the pots in to a wall with a loud clang. "As long as the food is edible…" he shrugged.

"What's with you anyway? You've been holed up in that gravity chamber so long I thought you had died. I was about to have a party."

"Who would you invite? The pots and pans? Sounds super fun." Vegeta snickered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Besides," he cut off the snappy remark she had been about to say, "We'll be landing soon."

"Landing? Soon? How soon?" Bulma squeaked. "Will they have technology to fix the ship? Can I get some new clothes?"

"Yes, yes, a few hours, no, and yes."

"Good! I was getting tired of wearing your clothes." Bulma giggled, tugging at the men's cotton tank top she wore. Because their takeoff had been quite unexpected, she had not thought to bring any extra clothing out to fix the gravity room. Luckily, Vegeta kept several spare training outfits in the living area of the ship, not all of them spandex. "Wait a minute! They won't have technology to fix the ship?"

"I already answered that particular question." came the gruff reply.

"How the hell are we supposed to get home then?" Bulma wailed back.

"Calm down you idiot. Shimatta…humans. Imtorites do have the technology for space travel, but their ships are rather primitive, and not to mention slow as hell. We'll borrow a ship from Emperor Borrin, encapsulate the one we're in right now, and fly to the nearest advanced planet, where you can fix whatever the hell you did to this ship. Then we can fly back to Imtor, return their ship, and fly ourselves back to Chikyuu." Vegeta made it all sound so simple.

"Umm…okay…" Bulma murmured. "If we're going to land soon, I suppose I should put on something that's not yours, right?"

"Hai." Vegeta nodded, and Bulma scurried down into the bottom level of the spherical ship, to change into the clothes she had been wearing during takeoff, simple jeans and a Capsule Corp. shirt. Then she went back upstairs to eat dinner with Vegeta.

"20 minutes to landing." Said a mechanized voice, startling Bulma out of her seat. She watched as Vegeta's head emerged from the hole in the floor, which led to the living area of the ship. He hoisted himself up off the ladder, and padded lightly over to the ship's control center. That was one thing she had noted about Vegeta, he didn't stomp, as one would expect, but treaded rather lightly. A valuable trait when one tends to sneak around, like the Saiyan prince.

Vegeta kept a close watch on the visual screens, and the room was silent for a few moments, then he spoke. "While we are planetside, you are to show me the utmost respect." he spoke calmly, as if speaking to a child. "If we are to appear mates, you must also show me affection, and hold that venomous tongue of yours. These people know enough of me to know that I would never put up with a disrespectful wench like you."

"What exactly do you mean by affection?" Bulma questioned, her hands on her hips.

"If I offer you my arm, take it. If I pull you close, press yourself closer, and if I kiss you, kiss me back." he stated, as if it were the simplest act in the world.

"K…Kiss?" Bulma paled.

"We are supposed to be mates, Woman, and mates do share that certain intimacy." he looked at her. "Is that a problem, or would you rather I let them rape you?"

"I…I…No, it's okay…" she fiddled with the hem of her shirt, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.

"I wouldn't worry too much if I were you. I am not fond of public displays of affection." Vegeta turned back to the controls. This statement, for some odd reason, brought a sinking feeling to Bulma's stomach, but she did her best to ignore it as she strapped herself into her seat. They were to touch down in about ten minutes and she could feel the ship begin to rock and sway as it entered Imtor's atmosphere.

"Vegeta, shouldn't we have been concerned about our landing more than twenty minutes in advance? I mean, the ship should have started bouncing around like this long before now!"

"Baka." Vegeta muttered in response. "Imtor's atmosphere is considerably thinner than that of Chikyuu. If we had started rocking earlier, there would have been cause for worry."

"Oh…" Bulma murmured, too embarrassed to bother retaliating against his insult. "Aren't you going to strap yourself in?"

"Why?" Vegeta smirked, devilishly handsome. "Is the little human worried about me?" he teased.

"Hai." Bulma huffed and turned away. Her frank admission of her concern though, had struck something in the Saiyan no Ouji, and he watched her for a moment in his confusion. He had certainly never done anything to deserve her concern, and it puzzled him as to why she should care about what happened to him.

Reluctantly, Vegeta turned away from the irritated woman and strapped himself into his own seat with a wary glance in her direction. No matter how much she pretended to care for him, he could not let himself fall prey to his own emotions. He would not allow himself to get closer to her; it would bring only pain.

The ship began to shake about violently, and Bulma let out a frightened whimper, trying her best to be strong in front of Vegeta. She would never hear the end of how 'weak and pitiful' she was if she allowed him to see how completely terrified she was. With a great thud though, everything was over, and she found herself sighing with relief.

"Are you going to get up, Woman, or just sit there all day?" came a gruff voice, and Bulma looked up to see Vegeta standing above her, arms crossed with the usual scowl on his face.

"Oops…" she flushed hotly, fiddling with the straps. "I can't get the clasp open Vegeta…I think I'm stuck." she looked helplessly up at him, bright red in her mortification.

"Kami, Woman." Vegeta growled, then muttered something unintelligible, and in what Bulma assumed to be another language. He rolled his eyes and knelt down in front of her, two gloved hands reaching out to free her. He fiddled and pulled for a while, but seemed to have the same problem that Bulma had had. "What in hell did you do?" he grumbled, leaning his head down near her chest to get a better look at the stubborn straps.

"I don't know," she whimpered, piteously, followed by a sharp intake of breath as his spiky mane brushed against her collarbone and cheek. She squirmed uncomfortably as a warm heat began to form between her legs, a result of the Saiyan being so near to her. Unfortunately for Bulma, being so close allowed Vegeta's highly tuned senses to pick up the change of scent in the surrounding air.

"So, the little human likes being tied up, ne?" he smirked up at her, a teasing glint in his onyx eyes. Bulma flushed hotly and turned away, squirming at the uncomfortable sensation as she tried to close her thighs tighter, as if it would prevent him from detecting her arousal. Vegeta chuckled and reached up to undo the clasp holding the straps over her chest, allowing his hand to brush sensually over her breast. He gave it a little squeeze, earning a gasp from the flustered human, smirked at her, and walked away.

All Bulma could do was watch as he strutted over to the ship's control board, tail swishing lightly back and forth, the end curling upwards ever so slightly to avoid brushing the ground…tail? "Vegeta!" she gasped. "When…when did that grow back?" she pointed an accusing finger at the furry brown appendage.

"Oh, that." he examined his tail with unabashed pride. "It was there when I woke up this morning. I was beginning to wonder when the bugger would grow back." he turned back to the console and typed a few keys, and in a few moments, Bulma could hear the mechanical hissing sound as the door began to open, and a crack of light filtered into the room.

Welp, that's the end of this chapter! I hope you all enjoyed it! Remember to review! I hope you all enjoyed it! Remember to review! And, after you review, go check out another fic of mine called I Must Fight *shameless self promotion!* It's been out for a few weeks, I think in the general section, and it's only gotten seven reviews, so thanks to those 7 wonderful people who did review. So go read it and review! It's making me sad just to think about that poor li'l story, so unappreciated…*sniff*

Next Time: Bulma and Vegeta meet the Imtorite Welcoming Committee! And what's this? They have to share a bed?!?

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