Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Encounter ❯ What You Want ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

It had been tense around the compound months after the gravity chamber blew up. And it had been even tenser the day after a particular confrontation with the Saiyan Prince in her lab. Bulma looked over her workstation disinterestedly. She couldn't even think. And when could someone like her even say that?

Months ago he'd hurt her in a way she didn't think was possible. She had been so concerned for him, watched over his injuries like they were her own, obsessively checked his vitals when he was hospitalized...and what did he do when given that compassion?

'Leave me alone!'

It hurt to be shunned by him, stupid brute Saiyan that he was. Perhaps it was because she thought they had formed some mutual connection, even if it wasn't really acknowledged out loud. He used her inventions, it pleased her to invent things, and they both benefitted from the challenge.

She thought it was over after that and, in her anger and pain, she had stopped working on anything related to him. He wanted to be left alone. FINE. She would let him be alone for daring to shut her out.

Months passed and finally, he turned up in her lab unexpectedly. Just when she thought that he didn't give a damn about anyone, least of all her, he showed up out of the blue and struck down her perception of him.

Her thoughts were muddled, replaying the scene in her mind.

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"What am I to you? Some silly little earthling? I think not. You know better, woman. You knew when you invited me into your home," he whispered hotly into her ear, his hand placed firmly on her shoulder and his cheek brushing against her own. "Was a little hospitality supposed to change me? I'd rip your heart out."

"Say what you will, Vegeta, but you would never do something like that," she bit out, removing his hand and turning to face him. "You've changed that much."

He smirked, stalking towards her. "Right because I'm 'cute.' So 'cute' I want to destroy Kakkarot. So 'cute' I could destroy an earthling like you."

She was surprised he still remembered her saying that. She felt herself flush indignantly. "I don't know what you're trying to get at-"

"I'll admit that I've never seen my enemies quite openly admit their attractions, but I suppose some things still surprise me. It explains so much: your constant need to concern yourself with my physical wellbeing, your need to watch over me when I'm wounded like I'm some pathetic weakling, and your constant emotional involvement." Lowering his voice to a husky little growl that sent a tingle down her spine, he added, "The way you look at me."

She stood there, words lost to her for once in her life. She knew he wasn't a stupid man, but she didn't know he paid this much attention beyond his obsession to train. On the one hand, it was kind of true that she harbored an awkward attraction to him. On the other, this was VEGETA and her friends would never let her live that down. Could she ever actually admit any of that out loud? To his face?

"I-I don't know what you're talking about."

"Really? You don't know. You, with all of your capabilities and intellect, don't understand? It has never once crossed your mind?"

"What do you want me to say?" She looked away from him and backed away, unsure about how far this conversation would go. "That I'm a caring person? That I care enough about you that I don't want to see you destroy yourself?"

"That's all, then. I'm a pity case to you. I'm simply a wounded animal fortunate enough to be adopted by some friendly humans."

Her eyes softened at that. "Of course not. I don't think you're a pity case. I just don't like seeing you in pain. Is it wrong for me to try to empathize with you?"

"I almost destroyed your planet and killed some of your close friends. Does that warrant your...affections?"

"As stupid as it may sound to you, I think you have shown that you deserve a second chance. You've fought for our side before."

"Alliances change."

"But so do people," she retorted.

He crossed his arms and chuckled. "The age old myth. The reformed bad guy tidied up by some idealistic heroes."

She scowled at his mocking tone, growing angrier with each passing second. "Why can't you just accept my kindness for what it is? I don't know why you're being so difficult about something so simple."

He sneered at her. "I come from a world that pounds kindness to the ground; a world where you keep an eye open while you sleep and never turn your back. Kindness is not some free, altruistic act. There is always a price and a selfish need. So I repeat my point, earth woman." There was something raw in his voice when he asked, "Is there something you want?"

"Why do you think that?"

"It's acceptable to admit your selfishness in my presence. Selfishness is one of the primary reasons we have a will to live and survive. It's what made my existence meaningful in the face of adversity. All this...want is what drives us."

"That's where you're wrong-"

He continued as if she hadn't spoken, closing the distance between them. "You're not some do-gooder like them. There is something that differentiates you from the others; something that has aroused my curiosity for some time now. There was a motive for your invitation."

"Why are you doing this?" She asked with a lump in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest.

She jumped slightly when he cupped her cheek. "Why so defensive, Bulma?" He smiled roguishly. "Your little earth squad is leagues away from here; too far to cast their moral judgment on you. Your boring earth man is off on his laughable quest to train. What is stopping you?"

The tips of their noses were touching and his lips, more tantalizing and full than they ought to be, were temptingly close. His gloveless hand on her face was warm and the dark blue sweater she'd given him made his eyes all the more striking.

"Stopping me from what?" She asked breathlessly. She'd really underestimated how good he looked in human clothes.

"From seeking what you want," he whispered heatedly, lips practically touching hers as his hand slid into her hair.

"What's stopping you?" She dared to ask, grasping his wrist.

He froze for an instant.

"Pride."

And with that he parted from her, fists clenched and shoulders tense as he walked out of her lab without a single glance back.
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She thinks he may have just openly admitted he liked her in his own weird way. Or maybe it was an outright booty call? Either way, their relationship could never go back to what it was when she could still feel the press of his firm chest against hers and imagine him looking at her the way he did.

She'd never allowed herself to fully consider it because of the implications, but could she actually have a thing with Vegeta?

She could imagine it. She had dreamt about it once after all. She could picture herself grabbing fistfuls of his thick hair and kissing those treacherous lips. She could envision running her hands over his scarred torso, straddling his hips, leaving a trail of hungry kisses over the curve of his neck until he'd moan her name and forget his pride...

"I want you," she would say, shameless and bold, in the dim light of the room as she rode him.

His hands would tighten around her waist and he would thrust up deeper into her, panting. Her hips would grind against his with more energy; more passion. Her thighs would be slick with their sweat, her cunt sloppily wet as his cock pumped in and out of her, her clit so stimulated she could cum any second...

She'd gasp his name as he rose, muscles rippling, and mouthed her breasts until it was too much. The bed would creak with the full force of their rocking hips as each thrust became more profound, his groans and the delightfully wicked sound of their flesh meeting evoking a guttural cry from deep inside her.

"Vegeta!"

A look of utter pleasure would cross his features and his lips would fasten onto hers, muffling her moans as he kissed her fiercely.

She flushed, her thighs clamping together as she allowed the fantasy to fully pan out in her mind. She was going to need her vibrator at this rate.

How was she ever going to look him in the eye again with THAT encounter in her head?

"Uhm, hey Bulma."

She jumped out of her seat and hit her head against a cabinet.

"SON OF A-OWW!"

She turned and was annoyed to see Yamcha standing there looking apologetic and cringing.

"Oh Kami, are you alright? I came back for a bit from my training. I didn't mean to interrupt since you were in one of those deep thinking moods, but I was starting to get a bit worried. You look kind of feverish."

"Dammit, Yamcha, why do you have to be such a ninja?! Don't do that to me!" She growled, nursing the tender spot on her head that would definitely bruise.

"Sorry," he apologized sheepishly. "I missed you is all. I've been gone for a while."

"Let's hope you don't put me in a coma."

"Sorry," he said again. "I guess now's not the right time?"

"Honestly it isn't." The worst possible time.

"Are you at least okay? Especially with that Saiyan parading around the compound?"

"I can deal with him." Just not the sexy daydreams she was having about him, apparently. Those could get her in serious trouble.

"You sure?" He asked, uncertain.

At that moment, an unpleasant torrent of emotions from their last argument resurfaced. It was always there, his unsolicited opinions and his constant disapproval of her judgment.

'Why are you always in your lab?'

'Why can't you act like a normal girlfriend?'

'Why would you invite that Saiyan here?'

It had existed before Namek, but now it had become so blatantly apparent that she had felt it was enough to end their romantic relationship for good. Though she was honestly a lot more annoyed by Yamcha's sudden paternalistic attitude. It was incredibly patronizing to have her ex act like she was a delicate flower, especially after proving that she could look after herself on Namek.

"We already went over this, Yamcha. I've lived with him for more than a year. I think I understand the gist of what his deal is by now." Sort of.

He frowned. "I hope you're right, Bulma. If you need me just give me a call."

"Alright," she said, trying to keep the frustration out of her voice.

As soon as he left she saw Vegeta staring from the yard, his eyes locking with hers. So quickly she almost didn't notice, he smirked at her.