Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ To Warm A Saiya-jin Heart ❯ Prince Charming ( Chapter 4 )

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To Warm A Saiya-jin Heart

Chapter 4

Prince Charming

The next morning, Vegeta woke up to the bright sun shining in his eyes. It was only 6:00 and nobody else would be up yet. 'Good' he thought, 'the perfect time to get up and train.' Vegeta rolled out of his bed and stumbled into the hallway, wearing only a pair of plaid pajama pants.

Vegeta stopped just outside of Bulma's room. He wondered if she was all right, Yamucha had been pretty hard on her last night. Of course, Vegeta was biased on the subject. It was his name she had called out, and not Yamucha's. Just thinking about that made Vegeta's stomach do a little tiny flip-flop, and he couldn't resist taking a look at the sleeping Bulma. Nobody was around to see, so that meant no one would know of his weakness in caring for the little human woman.

He pushed the door open, just enough so he could squeeze through. He was glad that the Briefs' house was very well maintained; he couldn't imagine what he would have done if the door had squeaked and caused Bulma to wake up. He would be mortified if he were caught in her room, so he had to be careful. He moved quietly over to her bed and looked upon the sleeping form. A thick blanket covered her so he didn't see anything he shouldn't, although he did see one long, creamy pale leg sticking out, exposed all the way up to her thigh. His eyes fell upon her tear streaked face, and he felt a wave of sympathy wash over him.

Suddenly Bulma stirred and Vegeta silently cursed himself for giving in to such a weakness. He was sure that the woman would wake up and discover him in her room. Luckily for him she did not wake up. He let out a sigh of relief as she rolled over, and then a soft gasp. When Bulma had moved, the blanket hadn't, and now a generous amount of cleavage was exposed to him. Vegeta felt himself heating up and he knew that he had to get out of there, fast. He took one last look at her sad little face, and fled.

Vegeta practically flew the rest of the way down the hall, towards the bathroom. He sat on the bathroom door, with his back against the closed door, trying to get the image of the blue haired female out of his head. Her skin had looked so soft and her hair so silky. He knew if he had stayed one moment longer, her wouldn't have been able to leave. He was painfully aroused as it was, and he sighed, seeing the huge bulge in his normally baggy pants. With a groan, he pushed himself off the floor, and stepped out of his pants and into a VERY cold shower.

Bulma awoke to the sound of her alarm, and wished that she could make blasts and beams and all that cool stuff. If she could, she would blast that noisy piece of crap on her dresser to alarm clock hell. She giggled at the thought of being able to raise her meager Ki and fight along side the Z Senshi. She always wondered why Chi-chi had given up fighting. Bulma would give anything to be able to fight like Vegeta and the others. "There you go again Bulma," she murmured. "Thinking about Vegeta. He's caused you enough trouble." She whimpered, thinking of last night, and Yamucha. This really was the end, he had gone way over the line with that crack about her being Vegeta's bitch. The strangest thing was, now she that she had decided to kick Yamucha out of her life for good, she found herself not caring as much as she thought she would. She would be lonely, but it didn't seem like the end of the world. Yamucha was a cheating bastard, and a fool to give up a woman like herself. She shrugged and rolled out of bed to go get herself some breakfast.

After Vegeta's shower, he had felt better and gone outside to do some training. He walked out of the large house, and started towards the gravity room, only to realize it was still broken. 'That damn woman didn't fix the gravity room.' He thought angrily to himself. Now he would have to go remind her, and he wasn't looking forward to seeing her so soon after what had happened earlier this morning. He walked back to the house and paused a moment outside the door. Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself against the naughty little thoughts his mind was dreaming up, and desperately hoping that he would be able to control his lower body when he saw her.

Bulma looked up to see Vegeta enter the kitchen, with the usual scowl on his face. "I made some breakfast Vegeta," she said, "help yourself." To her surprise, Vegeta obeyed, scooping a large helping of fried eggs and some bacon onto a plate. He then sat down at the table in the chair across from her, refusing to meet her gaze. Vegeta began shoveling food into his mouth as Bulma looked on in awe. It never ceased to amaze her how much food a Saiya-jin could cram into himself. Vegeta's eating habits rivaled Goku's, even though Goku was much bigger. She did have to give some credit to Vegeta though. Where Goku would eat everything in sight without restraint, and usually end up with at least half of it on his face, Vegeta ate with control, and she never saw him with anything left on his face, not even the tiniest crumb. Of course, Vegeta was a little more refined than Goku, being a prince and all. Now that she thought about it, for all his rudeness, Vegeta's manners were quite good. He just had to learn not to voice every complaint and he would be quite an appealing man. She blushed at the thought of herself on Vegeta's arm, unaware that the Prince Charming himself was watching her daydream.

"That tasted like crap." Vegeta said. He figured the only way to keep himself in control was to be mean, and keep her away from him.

Bulma stared at him, broken out of her reverie by the harsh comment. "Well Vegeta," she said, trying not to let him bait her into a fight, "maybe you should learn to cook for yourself if you don't want to eat my crappy food." Her attempt to stay cool wasn't working and she felt her anger rise with the look Vegeta gave her.

"Cooking is a your job." he sneered. "I have to train so that this crappy ball of dirt won't be destroyed when the tin cans come to attack. I can't even train right now because YOU haven't fixed the gravity room."

"We can do without you Vegeta!" she yelled. "I wish you had never been resurrected! I wish you had never come back to Earth! I wish I had never met you Vegeta!" She immediately regretted her words when she saw the look on Vegeta's face.

Vegeta reached out one gloved hand to stroke her cheek and he spoke in a gentle tone. "I know you don't mean that." His face softened, and Bulma wondered if she had hurt his feelings, until she saw a smirk spread over his face. "Then who would you fantasize about while your inadequate little baka human is satisfying himself with your body?"

Bulma paled at his words. "You heard?" she whispered meekly.

"Every bit." She looked away, and Vegeta saw the pain in her eyes, and he felt that familiar old pang of sympathy wash over him again. He actually felt bad for hurting her feelings. He took her chin in his hand and made her look at him. His voice was soft and his eyes were caring when he spoke. "Despite what you may think of me, I don't find what Yamucha did to you funny at all. No woman should be treated that way." He released her chin and hardened his voice a little, his eyes still soft as he looked at the distraught young woman in front of him. "The gravity machine is broken," he said. "Fix it." He walked out of the room leaving Bulma alone to try and figure out what just happened.

As Bulma was fixing the gravity room later that day, her train of thoughts pulled in at the Vegeta station. She had been trying to figure out what had happened in the kitchen, she just did not understand Vegeta at all. One moment he was being a total jerk and the next, he was being sympathetic with her. When he had told her about what he thought of Yamucha's treatment of her, she knew he wasn't playing with her again. She had seen the caring in his eyes and it warmed her heart a little to know that she wasn't totally alone. With her parents gone all the way to North America for a month, she really had no one to talk to, except for Chi-chi, and now her heart was a little happier knowing that she could turn to Vegeta if she really needed to.

She sighed softly. Vegeta. She couldn't stop thinking about him. He had been on her mind all the time, stomping angrily around inside her head. She figured that was a pretty good description, because even in her wildest dreams she could not imagine Vegeta dancing around, even inside someone's head. She giggled at the mental picture of a little itty-bitty Vegeta stomping around all over her brain.

Her mind started to wander again. He was very handsome, her mother was right. His compact little body, bursting with all those rock hard muscles. That wild hair, defying all the laws of gravity. His facial structure was finely chiseled, like a prince's should be, the sharp features combining to make the picture of perfection. Those eyes of his were chilling, completely black to shield all emotion, like coal keeping diamonds inside. The way they looked at her was enough to make her shiver, though she was undecided as to whether that shivering would be from fright, or utter delight. Her mind continued on this particular route, until she came into the dirtier section of her thoughts. She found herself thinking about the other parts of Vegeta's body, particularly the specifically male part. She thought of Vegeta in his tight battle suit pants and a delighted shiver ran through her. Those pants definitely did not leave much to the imagination, and she knew that Vegeta rarely wore the undergarments she had bought for him. She wondered what it would feel like to be pressed up against that hard body of his. Vegeta probably knew exactly how to please a woman, unlike certain humans. She sighed again and went back to her work, only to realize she was already done.

She got up off the floor, to see Vegeta standing in the doorway. She did not know how long he had been standing there, and he didn't look like he was going to tell. "Ummm, I'm all done." She said. "Tell me if you have any problems with it." He nodded his head and watched her leave. He had seen the dreamy look in her eyes and couldn't help wondering what she was thinking about.

It had been a week since Bulma had fixed the gravity room, and she had been trying to avoid Vegeta. She needed time to sort out these feelings she had for him. She had never felt this way over any man before, even Yamucha. "Oh Vegeta what's happening? I can't stoop thinking about you." She whispered. The only response was a soft meow from the cat curled up in her lap. It was late, about 1:00 AM and Bulma couldn't sleep. She had sat up in her big bed to think and it was getting her nowhere. After trying to sort out her own feelings for the Saiya-jin Prince, she had wanted to cry. She saw no other explanation for her strange behavior: she was in love. 'I should be happy,' she thought miserably, 'I am in love, but Vegeta hates me. He could never love me back.'

"Why, Vegeta?" she asked out loud. "Why did I have to fall in love with you?"

"I don't know." Came a voice from behind her. She whipped around to see Vegeta standing in the doorway, clad in only a pair of black silk pajama pants. His legs were spread apart slightly and his strong, muscular arms were crossed over his bare chest. "That's a question I seem to be asking myself a lot lately as well."

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