Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Undisclosed Desires ❯ Part I ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Froglady15 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.24.2014 | Pages: 3 | Words: 6.8K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.24.2014 | Pages: 3 | Words: 6.8K | Visits: 1.5K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just my Husband, laptop, my 3 dogs and a very overactive imagination… Dragon Ball Z and any songs mentioned DO NOT belong to me. I'm just borrowing them for my own twisted amusement.
Summary: What was that exact moment that caused Vegeta and Bulma to finally give in to one another? My musings. A little something I have been working on and playing with for some time when trying to fight writers block for Butterflies and Hurricanes. I never had any real intention of posting this ever, but am deciding to now on a whim.. Rated M for smut and lemon content. Sorry. I don’t know what exactly inspired this, but here you go! Loosely follows the events mentioned in Isolated System and Blouse off Shoulder, but you don’t need to read those that to get this- I did pull references from them where necessary. I was originally going to include this piece as a third chapter to Isolated System but then decided it was just too long as a one-shot and decided to make it a short multi-chapter standalone fic of mostly lemony goodness.
Heed the warning!! If you’re not old enough to be reading about adult shenanigans or uncomfortable with that sort of thing.
Enjoy!
Undisclosed Desires
Part I
Vegeta dodged an attack from one of the three remaining battle droids he had been sparring with for the last hour. He had started out the afternoon with six and they had quickly dwindled down to half within only a few minutes. He had been pacing himself for the last hour in hopes of not wanting to cut his training session short just because the bots could not keep up with his demanding regimen.
He growled as the bot shorted out and fell to the floor with a loud clang. Four down, two to go and he wasn’t even winded; he had barely even touched the useless thing and it was ruined. How hard was it to have adequate training bots? The gravity room was sheer genius; it was the only thing on this planet that could challenge him. If only the Woman and her father could manage to build battle bots that could keep up with him and withstand even a fraction of his blows, he would be happy.
There wasn’t anyone on this planet, aside from Kakarott, that he could spar with. No one who could match his strength and power or even tactical genius. The thought of seeking out the third class for a spar had crossed his mind more than once, but his pride did not allow him to contemplate it for long before dismissing the thought all together. He would not face the third class until he had ascended.
Only then would he seek him out and demand a rematch. They would finish what they had started when he had first come to this wretched weak planet in search of the dragon balls; he would beat him down and show him who was really the strongest in this universe. No longer would he be second best to a third class clown of a warrior; he would not allow it any longer.
Once he had destroyed Kakarott, he would then leave this planet and begin his new life. He had not decided as of yet what he would do with this planet; would he destroy it or leave it? A part of him was leaning towards just leaving it. Once Kakarott was taken out, there would be no challenge or point in destroying it. He would barely be able to make sport out of it; the whole race was technologically lacking and pathetically low in strength. On one hand, he may be doing them a favor by wiping them all out; on the other, why not just let them be? They would never pose any kind of threat to him.
However what if some other evil entity set their sights on the planet? They would have no hope of fending for themselves. It was a very beautiful planet; it would fetch a very high price on the market should someone else rise up and take over where Frieza had left off. Vegeta had wiped out what was left of Frieza’s army and loyalists on his journey of trying to find Kakarott. It had given him some measure of closure and a sense of purpose. Many of those worthless beings had either mocked him over the years or had not lifted a finger to help him when he had been beaten to a pulp for either Frieza’s own entertainment value or when Frieza felt he needed reminding that he was nothing compared to him. No, they had sat there and ridiculed him. Ha! In the end, he had shown them! No one mocks the Prince of all Saiyans and then lives long after the fact.
Vegeta snarled at the memory of some of the more horrific events he had endured at the hands of the lizard tyrant. How he wished it had been him who had ended Frieza and not Kakarott. It would plague him to his dying day. So the least he had been able to do had been to destroy all remaining soldiers from Frieza’s army. It had been somewhat satisfying.
So far as he knew, he and Kakarott were the two strongest beings in the entire universe, with the exception of these androids that would supposedly be making an appearance about two years from now. That was the only reason he had decided to remain, he told himself. He wanted to face the challenge. He would assist in destroying them, then teach Kakarott a lesson and then he would leave. It would be simple as that. This planet would have to fend for itself after that.
Thoughts of the Woman flashed through his mind’s eye.
What was he to do about her, he wondered? He had never met anyone in his entire existence that aggravated, baffled, amused, enraged and turned him on all at the same time; she was an enigma to him. Half the time, he didn’t know if he wanted to strangle the life out of her or have his way with her till she’d screamed her lungs out.
The blue-haired Woman was an exceptional specimen. If on the off chance he did decide to put down roots on this weak back water planet, it would be with her. Though at this point in his life, he still had far too many things to yet accomplish. He did not need the distraction. He needed to become a Super Saiyan. Then he needed to help defeat those stupid androids that mysterious boy from the future prophesied. Then once that was done he would defeat Kakarott once and for all and claim his place as superior warrior over the entire universe.
He wasn't sure what he would do after that. His life choices, for the first time in his life were completely up to him. It was both refreshing and frightening at the same time.
Would he leave and pick up where Frieza had left off in terms of universal domination or would he stay here and settle down with her? The thought upon further meditation seemed highly unlikely. He was a warrior, not the settling down type. He knew from her rants over the Weakling that she wanted something long term and lasting. That wasn't him.
Maybe he would leave and take her with him? He snorted at the thought; no, not likely. If he left here, he would leave on his own. He wasn't accustomed to having to look after someone else. Let alone a weak human female with the energy signature equivalent to that of a common house cat. All they did was fight and argue anyway. What escape would he have while in the middle of the galaxy in a space ship with only the two of them when she began screeching at him in one of her tantrums? No, he was better off alone.
He wasn't sure why, but the thought of leaving her here didn't sit well with him either. He desired her. He had finally accepted that over the past few months and he knew that she desired him as well. He had been ignoring her as best he could when she was around, but was well aware that she wanted him as well.
However tempting it was to proceed, he did not want a commitment.
She was looking for a long-term commitment from someone. If he did take her up on anything, he knew it would be purely lust driven on his end. A way to satisfy this desire he had felt burning inside of him to have her, and consume her. It would not last though. Once he'd taken his fill of her, he would leave her, as the Weakling had and then she would be hurt.
He did not want to hurt her or be the reason why she was hurting again. It angered him that she had been hurt these past few months when her relationship with the Weakling had ended. She'd put on a good front, but he could tell she had been hurting from what had happened. Though she seemed to have been in better spirits as of late, he did not want to hurt her and put her through that all over again for some reason. So he left her alone and admired her from afar, even though that was becoming more and more difficult for him to do. When he did have to interact with her, he found himself flirting with her these days rather than insulting her.
The harder he worked at having nothing to do with her, the more consumed he seemed to become with her; she seemed to invade every thought of his. Never had he allowed a female to hold his attention for more than a fleeting moment and it was now at the point of driving him crazy.
Vegeta smirked in memory of how she had felt against him that evening a few months back. She had been drunk and had taken her clothes off in front of him. He could not quite recall the circumstances behind it; all he remembered was how perfect she’d looked clad in nothing more than her feminine, white lacy undergarments and how he could scarcely believe she had done that in front of him, inebriated or not.
She had approached him and they had made out for several minutes on her balcony. It would be the second time they had kissed and despite him telling himself otherwise, he did not seem to mind it. The first time he had bolted and left. The second time he had caved into his curiosity of how she felt. He had touched her, pulling her close to him as he kissed her deeply.
Flashback…
"Well, if you're not planning on having anymore wine, I'm going to take this bottle and finish it off in a nice hot bath." She slurred. "Wanna join me?"
"You cannot be serious." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Why not?" She asked with a drunken giggle. "It might be fun."
"Do what you want, I am going to bed." He replied, downing the bottom of his glass, ignoring her invitation. He had already stayed much longer than he had originally intended. "You sure you're fit to have a bath?" He asked watching her sway a bit in her current state, wondering if she would accidentally fall asleep and drown in her tub or slip and break that delicate little neck of hers. Wait a minute, why did he even care?
"Hmmm, you’re right," She said, heading into her bedroom from the balcony and began unbuttoning her jacket, "I'm not going to need this in the bath," She slurred, removing it and tossing it on her bed, confirming his earlier suspicions that she had indeed been only wearing a lacy delicate white bra underneath the jacket.
"What are you doing?" Vegeta asked in disbelief as she began unzipping her skirt and leisurely let it fall to the floor. She now was only in a very delicate white lacy bra and matching panties, her stay up fishnet stockings and white heels. She seemed completely oblivious to his presence just outside her room at this point. I should leave. He kept saying to himself, though he could not bring himself to turn around and leave. "Are you flirting with me?" he choked out almost suspiciously.
She looked at him in shock as though she had completely forgotten he was there. She looked down at herself, and back up at him in alarm, embarrassed that he had seen her in her underwear. "Was I?"
He exhaled deeply. "I believe so," he answered awkwardly, trying to keep his gaze locked on her face and not let it wonder to her exposed body. I should go now, really; he told himself again however once again found himself unable to turn and walk away from her. What was with this woman? What was she doing to him? He had walked away from countless females before in the past; having no interest in wasting his time fornicating. Some of them had been heralded as being the most beautiful, talented and accomplished courtesans in the universe and he had easily turned away without second thought or regret; even knowing that some of them would give him a few hours of mind numbing pleasure simply because of who he was. He had never been interested. Raditz and Nappa had constantly mocked him for his abstinence.
Here he stood now, completely transfixed by a simple, human woman.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," She said, looking down and covering her chest up delicately with her arms. "It's just, these past few months I've been so lonely and have felt so unwanted," She said dejectedly, walking up to him slowly, modestly crossing her arms across her chest, her eyes locking on his, revealing sadness in their blue depths. "I keep thinking that you have to be lonely too, the last member of your race. I can't imagine what that must be like. I want to get to know you better. You must want that too," she rambled on, swaying slightly as she walked up to him slowly.
He looked at her in amazement, taking in her flawless figure as she approached him slowly, almost as though she were unsure. She was so beautiful yet so vulnerable in this moment. He was speechless; still wrapping his mind around the fact that she had just taken her clothes off in front of him. He wondered what she would do if he touched her? He wanted to; she was so delicate. Would she break if he touched her? More importantly, would she recoil from him?
"Or you still would not be here, right?" she asked, stopping in front of him and looking at him intensely.
He swallowed hard, trying to figure out what to say back to her. Why was he still standing there? If she weren't intoxicated, he would simply just laugh at her scornfully and tell her how ridiculous she was being and then leave but in her current state of mind, he knew that his usual rebuff would only hurt her. She wasn't herself. Though he wasn't sure why he cared about her feelings.
Vegeta thought a moment about what she had just said to him. A part of him did want to let her in and selfishly drown himself inside of her, let her comfort all of his past hurts. The other part of him adamantly refused to let her in. She was delicate and innocent. She deserved someone so much better than him. He wasn't capable of what she was looking for and he knew that.
He stood there awkwardly, looking at her as she leaned in closer to him. He could smell her; she always smelled so good to him. She looked at his lips then back into his eyes. She seemed to be waiting for him to do something.
He looked back at her and gazed quickly at her lips; those soft lips he had been obsessing over for the past several weeks since he had kissed her; they were still a delicate shade of pink from her previous choice that evening when she had been doing her makeup and looked so soft and plump and inviting; they were parted slightly almost inviting him to kiss them. He tore his eyes away from them and looked back up back at her blue orbs, which were still looking at him expectantly as though she were waiting for him to make the next move. Without thinking it through any further, he leaned in and kissed her.
She immediately kissed him back hungrily, almost aggressively, sliding her tongue into his mouth boldly. This time, instead of fleeing from her, he kissed her back, demanding entrance, which she granted to him immediately, opening her mouth to him. Their tongues clashed and explored each other's mouths urgently, dueling the other for dominance. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss and he responded by placing his hands on her hips and harshly pulling her body tightly against his own.
Bulma moaned into his mouth as he pulled her closer to him, she ran her hands through his thick spiky hair, pleasantly surprised by how soft it was. She had always wondered what his hair felt like. She had always assumed it would be rough in texture, as the rest of him was. She tangled her fingers in his hair and continued to kiss him back with everything she had, just in case it never happened again. She knew she was a little more than tipsy and only hoped she would remember every detail of this moment in the morning. She was thrilled to her very core. No one, not even Yamcha had kissed her like that. Ever. She felt like her whole body was on fire; she felt almost as though he we consuming her very soul as he continued to kiss her within an inch of her life.
Vegeta relished the feeling of her small body against his well-disciplined, hard form. He had wondered many times over the past several weeks how her body would feel pressed up against his. She was like a perfect fit. He allowed his right hand to travel gently up her back and then back down, caressing her soft, smooth skin; exploring the curves of her delicate body where it came to a rest, cupping her firm bum as he continued to kiss her deeply.
She happened to break their kiss, just for the sheer need for air. She swallowed hard and looked wide-eyed at him in complete disbelief at what had just happened. He looked back at her with a wild, almost unreadable expression on his face. She couldn't tell if he was surprised, angry, excited or what.
He suddenly let her go. He looked back at her and saw desire there; a desire that seemingly matched his own at that moment. How could she desire him after everything he had done? She's inebriated. He reminded himself almost in despair. Therefore, he could not give into his own desire. Not now. Not this time. He knew it would be so easy at this moment; she would not turn him away. Part of him was raging at him to pick her up and continue this just a few feet away in her bed. The other part of him; his pride and what was left of his moral code would not let him take her this way.
"Hmmn," He smirked at her once he had gotten himself under control. "Lusty wench." He said, leaning in, kissing her chastely on the lips and then leaving her balcony before his remaining resolve crumbled and he did something stupid.
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Since then, he had found himself daydreaming of what else she could do to him with that mouth and soft lips of hers.
He snarled as one of the battle droids struck him deeply, wounding him on his upper right thigh. “Fuck!” he cursed, though he did not have the time to inspect the severity of the damage and fried the bot right then and there.
This would be the second time he had allowed her to enter his mind and distract him to the point where he had gotten sloppy.
The first time had nearly killed him. It had been around the time he had first began to notice her; she was still in a relationship with the Weakling and he had been wondering how she could not know he had been unfaithful to her. He could smell it all over him every time he came to visit her. It repulsed him and yet she seemed to be completely oblivious to it and continued to fawn all over him.
Yamcha had dropped by that afternoon to visit her; no doubt with hopes of bedding her. Vegeta had been having a quick lunch break when he had turned up with flowers, no doubt a façade in an effort to hide his guilt from her.
Bulma, of course had been overjoyed that he had decided to drop by and both she and her mother proceeded to fuss all over him and the massive bouquet of flowers he had presented to her for apparently no reason. To his credit, Vegeta had not picked up on the scent of anyone else all over him that afternoon, which had surprised him.
However Yamcha’s dropping by combined with Bulma’s overly happy display for his visit and gifts only soured his mood and ruined his appetite. He had opted to return to training even thought he had barely touched his lunch. He had spared her a very brief glance before hastily making his unnoticed exit and for some unknown, absurd reason that even now he could not wrap his mind around, he had wished that she would look at him like that and felt a slight pang of jealousy over the Weakling for having her undivided attention that way.
Vegeta had held back a snarl at the ridiculousness of that train of thought and left the house, retreating for his gravity room, ignoring his stomach’s objection over the lack of nourishment; instead, looking forward to and anticipating the solitude and stifling pressure of 300G’s attempting to crush his body if he did not concentrate on his movements. He would force all of these weak and pointless thoughts out of his mind that way, he had told himself as he shut the door and set the settings for as high as they would go.
As he welcomed the crushing pressure, he wondered why the Woman and her father had not upgraded it yet? He had nearly mastered 300G’s. After a warm up of sit ups and pushups, he had decided to look at the control panel again to see if there was anything he could do to raise the gravity; it had to be able to be done somehow.
He chuckled to himself as he noticed that it could indeed be done! It was just controlled by some sort of governing device; all he needed to do was rid the system of it and he could train in higher gravity. Without further thought or worries of the possible damage, he fried the governor, smirking at his cleverness; to think the woman and her father thought he could be permanently held back by their restrictions!
Vegeta had raised the gravity to 450G’s and winced as it nearly pulled him down to the ground. This was what he needed; a new challenge. Not even Kakarott would be able to withstand the pressure of 450 times the Earth’s gravity. Yet here he was, struggling to even breathe, but he was still able to manage it. He would reach Super Saiyan in no time at this rate!
He would rise up and show that clown who was better; reclaim his royal status. Maybe then the Woman would drop the Weakling and see that perhaps he was far more worthy of her attentions than Yamcha was; it only made sense. Bulma was among the richest people among the planet, sure not royalty, but the closest thing to royalty on this planet Vegeta had reasoned and he was royalty. It should go without saying that she should want him. Only he should be deemed worthy of her.
He snarled again in rage as he realized he had allowed thoughts of her to enter his mind yet again; she did not matter. No one on this planet mattered.
As he silently berated himself, he failed to notice the scent of smoke that had been present since he had fried the governor component. He was too wrapped up in his training regimen and concentrating on not succumbing to 450G’s. After several minutes, an alarm began to chime, warning him to shut down the system entirely.
He allowed it to go on and on for a few minutes before sending a ki blast at the console to shut it up; could he not train in peace? It was then, the Gravity Simulator blew up. He hadn’t even realized what had happened until he heard the Woman screaming his name and realized he was covered in rubble and debris.
He had remained in the hospital on Capsule Corporation grounds for almost a month after that debacle; and it had been Her fault, he reasoned.
Now, here he was injured again because of thoughts of her invading and assaulting his mind. He could not allow this to continue, he needed to rid himself of her distraction somehow. It was completely unacceptable!
Vegeta snarled in frustration over everything, releasing his pent up energy, however remaining aware to not overdo it, lest he cause another explosion thus setting him even further back in his training than he already was.
The remaining training bot shorted out, unable to withstand the pressure and fell to the ground with a loud clang. Vegeta looked at it with a scowl. As he levitated himself up into the middle of the large room, he closed his eyes and began to meditate. He needed to get his thoughts under control before continuing.
As he felt himself begin to calm down, the hum of the generator quit, the lights turned off and in his relaxed state, unprepared for the sudden loss of the gravity pressure, he plummeted to the floor, leaving a nice, Vegeta-sized dent where he had fallen.
He growled a string of heated curses in his own native language before punching an even deeper dent into the metal floor and getting up to turn the blasted machine back on. It would not power up.
Vegeta went outside and flicked a breaker switch he had seen the Woman flick many times. A safety precaution she had told him in case he over loaded the graviton so that it would hopefully not explode again. And nothing more than a pain in the ass! He raged to himself, turning it off and then on again like she had shown him before heading back into the simulator, slamming the door behind him.
The lights had turned back on, a good sign; he mused to himself as he approached the console. He turned the dial all the way down and then up to where it had been before and waited for the pressure of the simulation to begin closing in around him.
Nothing.
He glared at the console, and turned the dial all the way off again and let it remain for a moment before turning it back on again and waited.
Nothing again.
“What the fuck?!” he growled, resisting the urge to throw his fist through the console. He had done that more times than he could remember and then it would be weeks before it would be fixed again instead of a few hours or days.
He raked his fingers harshly through his hair in aggravation. How hard was it to make a functioning training facility? He could not understand.
Vegeta took a deep breath and headed out of the simulator and back to the house. It was three o’clock in the afternoon. The Woman should be back soon from her work in the lab. Good, he thought to himself. Then she can fix the blasted gravity simulator and perhaps I can get in some evening training to catch up on what a waste today has been!
He grabbed three sandwiches from off the kitchen counter that had not been claimed and seemed to be screaming his name, he reasoned, before making his way up the stairs and into his own personal quarters.
Once he had finished his sandwiches, he opted on taking a shower to wash off the remnants of his training for the day. He set the shower for as hot as it would go before stripping off his tattered blue training suit. He winced as the constricting fabric was torn from the now dried wound on his thigh; he had forgotten all about it.
He inspected it briefly after tossing the garment carelessly on the floor. It was deep, but overall not that bad, he reasoned; he’d had worse. Though it was bleeding again, no thanks to his careless treatment.
Stupid woman and her useless designs! He grumbled to himself as he stepped into the shower.
The feeling of the scalding hot water soothing his aching muscles brought him some sense of relaxation and contentment. He closed his eyes as he just stood there, unthinking for several minutes before he began to wash himself.
As he ran his hands over his perfectly sculptured body thoughts of the Woman began to take shape again in his mind and he felt his groin begin to tighten at these thoughts. What would it feel like to have her run her hands all over him? Would she appreciate him or be repulsed by all of the imperfections that marred his skin after years of living the life of a warrior? Most of his scars were almost like trophies to him; they told a story. Some were grand stories, examples of his brilliant tactician skills in epic battles leading him to glorious victories; others were not so resplendent and he wished he could not only erase their memories from his mind but from his body as well. However, they also served to him as a reminder of all he had endured and come through.
His thoughts went back to that day he had kissed her on her balcony; he had replayed that memory many times, over and over again and then kicked himself for not following through on his desires. The moment would have been perfect. She had been willing, and would have allowed him to do as he pleased and he could have easily pleaded ignorance to her state; perhaps she would not have even remembered the events the next day? She had never approached him to discuss it, much to his relief.
He wondered again what it would be like to finally have his way with her. He had never had these desires and so the fact that he had them now, aggravated him and he wondered if she felt the same way? He knew she desired him but would she act on it if he actually decided to pursue her?
He growled to himself; it was beneath him to pursue anyone. He would not chase her like some dog. If she wanted him, she would have to come to him, he decided as he then turned the water as cold as it could possibly go in an effort to alleviate his discomfort and banish these indecent thoughts.
He exited the shower and dried himself off with his ki quickly before going through his limited wardrobe and selecting for himself a tight black tank top and black training pants. He would wait outside the lab for her and demand that she fix the damned machine before she had the chance to turn in for the day and waste another evening drinking wine in front of the television watching ridiculous drama programs about human mating rituals.
Vegeta scoffed at the ludicrousness of it all. What was the point in immersing oneself into a program about dysfunctional relationships? Where was the entertainment value in that he wondered? No wonder no one on this planet mated for life, he mused to himself. Everyone was so addicted to these television programs; was that all they had to refer to he wondered? From what he knew about his culture once the male successfully courted the female that was that; they remained together until the other passed. None of this swapping mates among friends and coworkers and then back again.
He shook his head and leaned against the wall outside the lab in wait for her; hopefully she would not keep him waiting long. He would venture inside and demand she finish her work early for the day in favor of placing his needs above all other supposed pressing matters that she was currently tending to, however he was in a foul enough mood that her loud mouthed abusive screeching at him would most likely tempt him into destroying the whole facility. He had almost done that last time and instead blew up her desk in his first step in trying to convince her to see to the gravity room. It had backfired, however and in her own rage against him refused to even look at the gravity room never mind order the parts which he knew would have to be replaced.
They had been in an angry stalemate for a few days before she relented. He smirked now gleefully at the memory of it. He had threatened to leave the planet in one of her father’s ships permanently should she not start repairs on his gravity room immediately. It had been that day that the thought that she possibly desired him as well crossed his mind, as she gave him a strange look and proceeded to repair his gravity room promptly and without complaint. However she did not speak with him and did not give into his goading remarks in his efforts to initiate a verbal spar, much to his disappointment at the time. He enjoyed their verbal altercations usually.
Before he knew it, she emerged from the lab. He resisted the urge to smirk at her as he noticed her groan inwardly at the sight of him, knowing more than likely that he needed repairs on the gravity room.
“What do you want?” she greeted sourly.
“I want many things, Woman,” he leered at her, earlier thoughts of her in her undergarments not completely banished from his mind.
“Whatever, Vegeta,” she sighed, rolling her eyes at him. “I’m not in the mood for your cryptic comments and innuendos. What did you do now?”
“I did not do anything!” he objected. “I was training in the facility you built for me and it quit working.”
“Did you try flipping the fuse back?”
“Of course! I am not an idiot.”
“Well, then you’ve probably blown a fuse and I’ll have to order another one,” she sighed. “Vegeta, that’s three this month! Do you know how expensive those things are?”
“Do you think I care about the cost?”
“Obviously not! You’re going to have to go and look for a part time job or something to help finance the weekly repairs if you don’t stop this, Vegeta.”
“Why don’t you build a better machine, Woman?” he roared.
“I’ve built the best facility on the entire planet, buddy! The millitary is even using it and they have several of them and none of them ever break! So I know it had nothing to do with my supposed faulty engineering.”
“The inhabitants of this planet are weak,” he deadpanned. “I, on the other hand, am not and you need to build something adequate that will suit my needs and stand up to my requirements.”
“Or you just need to learn to harness a little self-control and not be constantly breaking things!”
He stood there and glared at her for a long moment. “Where do the military keep their gravity simulators?”
“No, Vegeta, you’re not stealing one from them!”
“The hell I won’t!” he snarled. “I need to train! I need to-”
“Reach super Saiyan to beat Goku and the androids and the universe and blah, blah, blah; yea, Vegeta, I know!” She said childishly. “Look, I will take a look at it and fix it for you tomorrow morning, first thing, alright? I promise.”
“That is unacceptable, I need you to look at it now.” He said quietly, his voice low in his effort to contain his rage.
“No,” she answered firmly, crossing her arms at him. “I’m exhausted. I had a long, hard day at the lab. I just want to have a glass of wine and go to bed early. I will take a look tomorrow.”
He snorted and rolled his eyes; he had anticipated her evening itinerary correctly. “You waste so much time, I cannot even fathom how your race made it this far on their own; you all deserve to die and here I waste my time and efforts trying to make myself stronger to save something that is not worthy of being saved!” he grumbled more to himself than to her.
“Oh, don’t even!” she shouted at him. “You are only here to kill Goku, who happens to be my best friend! I’m not stupid! So don’t even pretend that you care one iota about the welfare of this planet or anyone on this planet! You’re just a selfish prick!”
He turned and glared at her for several moments, unsure of what to say or how to even reply he was so angry at the moment. All he wanted was to train, was that such a bad thing? He wanted to leave here and destroy something. Level an entire city, something to release his rage and frustration.
The moments turned into minutes and began to drag on as they both glared at each other and finally, without considering the consequences or ramifications, he picked her up, tossed her over his shoulder and marched straight towards his personal living quarters.
Summary: What was that exact moment that caused Vegeta and Bulma to finally give in to one another? My musings. A little something I have been working on and playing with for some time when trying to fight writers block for Butterflies and Hurricanes. I never had any real intention of posting this ever, but am deciding to now on a whim.. Rated M for smut and lemon content. Sorry. I don’t know what exactly inspired this, but here you go! Loosely follows the events mentioned in Isolated System and Blouse off Shoulder, but you don’t need to read those that to get this- I did pull references from them where necessary. I was originally going to include this piece as a third chapter to Isolated System but then decided it was just too long as a one-shot and decided to make it a short multi-chapter standalone fic of mostly lemony goodness.
Heed the warning!! If you’re not old enough to be reading about adult shenanigans or uncomfortable with that sort of thing.
Enjoy!
Undisclosed Desires
Part I
Vegeta dodged an attack from one of the three remaining battle droids he had been sparring with for the last hour. He had started out the afternoon with six and they had quickly dwindled down to half within only a few minutes. He had been pacing himself for the last hour in hopes of not wanting to cut his training session short just because the bots could not keep up with his demanding regimen.
He growled as the bot shorted out and fell to the floor with a loud clang. Four down, two to go and he wasn’t even winded; he had barely even touched the useless thing and it was ruined. How hard was it to have adequate training bots? The gravity room was sheer genius; it was the only thing on this planet that could challenge him. If only the Woman and her father could manage to build battle bots that could keep up with him and withstand even a fraction of his blows, he would be happy.
There wasn’t anyone on this planet, aside from Kakarott, that he could spar with. No one who could match his strength and power or even tactical genius. The thought of seeking out the third class for a spar had crossed his mind more than once, but his pride did not allow him to contemplate it for long before dismissing the thought all together. He would not face the third class until he had ascended.
Only then would he seek him out and demand a rematch. They would finish what they had started when he had first come to this wretched weak planet in search of the dragon balls; he would beat him down and show him who was really the strongest in this universe. No longer would he be second best to a third class clown of a warrior; he would not allow it any longer.
Once he had destroyed Kakarott, he would then leave this planet and begin his new life. He had not decided as of yet what he would do with this planet; would he destroy it or leave it? A part of him was leaning towards just leaving it. Once Kakarott was taken out, there would be no challenge or point in destroying it. He would barely be able to make sport out of it; the whole race was technologically lacking and pathetically low in strength. On one hand, he may be doing them a favor by wiping them all out; on the other, why not just let them be? They would never pose any kind of threat to him.
However what if some other evil entity set their sights on the planet? They would have no hope of fending for themselves. It was a very beautiful planet; it would fetch a very high price on the market should someone else rise up and take over where Frieza had left off. Vegeta had wiped out what was left of Frieza’s army and loyalists on his journey of trying to find Kakarott. It had given him some measure of closure and a sense of purpose. Many of those worthless beings had either mocked him over the years or had not lifted a finger to help him when he had been beaten to a pulp for either Frieza’s own entertainment value or when Frieza felt he needed reminding that he was nothing compared to him. No, they had sat there and ridiculed him. Ha! In the end, he had shown them! No one mocks the Prince of all Saiyans and then lives long after the fact.
Vegeta snarled at the memory of some of the more horrific events he had endured at the hands of the lizard tyrant. How he wished it had been him who had ended Frieza and not Kakarott. It would plague him to his dying day. So the least he had been able to do had been to destroy all remaining soldiers from Frieza’s army. It had been somewhat satisfying.
So far as he knew, he and Kakarott were the two strongest beings in the entire universe, with the exception of these androids that would supposedly be making an appearance about two years from now. That was the only reason he had decided to remain, he told himself. He wanted to face the challenge. He would assist in destroying them, then teach Kakarott a lesson and then he would leave. It would be simple as that. This planet would have to fend for itself after that.
Thoughts of the Woman flashed through his mind’s eye.
What was he to do about her, he wondered? He had never met anyone in his entire existence that aggravated, baffled, amused, enraged and turned him on all at the same time; she was an enigma to him. Half the time, he didn’t know if he wanted to strangle the life out of her or have his way with her till she’d screamed her lungs out.
The blue-haired Woman was an exceptional specimen. If on the off chance he did decide to put down roots on this weak back water planet, it would be with her. Though at this point in his life, he still had far too many things to yet accomplish. He did not need the distraction. He needed to become a Super Saiyan. Then he needed to help defeat those stupid androids that mysterious boy from the future prophesied. Then once that was done he would defeat Kakarott once and for all and claim his place as superior warrior over the entire universe.
He wasn't sure what he would do after that. His life choices, for the first time in his life were completely up to him. It was both refreshing and frightening at the same time.
Would he leave and pick up where Frieza had left off in terms of universal domination or would he stay here and settle down with her? The thought upon further meditation seemed highly unlikely. He was a warrior, not the settling down type. He knew from her rants over the Weakling that she wanted something long term and lasting. That wasn't him.
Maybe he would leave and take her with him? He snorted at the thought; no, not likely. If he left here, he would leave on his own. He wasn't accustomed to having to look after someone else. Let alone a weak human female with the energy signature equivalent to that of a common house cat. All they did was fight and argue anyway. What escape would he have while in the middle of the galaxy in a space ship with only the two of them when she began screeching at him in one of her tantrums? No, he was better off alone.
He wasn't sure why, but the thought of leaving her here didn't sit well with him either. He desired her. He had finally accepted that over the past few months and he knew that she desired him as well. He had been ignoring her as best he could when she was around, but was well aware that she wanted him as well.
However tempting it was to proceed, he did not want a commitment.
She was looking for a long-term commitment from someone. If he did take her up on anything, he knew it would be purely lust driven on his end. A way to satisfy this desire he had felt burning inside of him to have her, and consume her. It would not last though. Once he'd taken his fill of her, he would leave her, as the Weakling had and then she would be hurt.
He did not want to hurt her or be the reason why she was hurting again. It angered him that she had been hurt these past few months when her relationship with the Weakling had ended. She'd put on a good front, but he could tell she had been hurting from what had happened. Though she seemed to have been in better spirits as of late, he did not want to hurt her and put her through that all over again for some reason. So he left her alone and admired her from afar, even though that was becoming more and more difficult for him to do. When he did have to interact with her, he found himself flirting with her these days rather than insulting her.
The harder he worked at having nothing to do with her, the more consumed he seemed to become with her; she seemed to invade every thought of his. Never had he allowed a female to hold his attention for more than a fleeting moment and it was now at the point of driving him crazy.
Vegeta smirked in memory of how she had felt against him that evening a few months back. She had been drunk and had taken her clothes off in front of him. He could not quite recall the circumstances behind it; all he remembered was how perfect she’d looked clad in nothing more than her feminine, white lacy undergarments and how he could scarcely believe she had done that in front of him, inebriated or not.
She had approached him and they had made out for several minutes on her balcony. It would be the second time they had kissed and despite him telling himself otherwise, he did not seem to mind it. The first time he had bolted and left. The second time he had caved into his curiosity of how she felt. He had touched her, pulling her close to him as he kissed her deeply.
Flashback…
"Well, if you're not planning on having anymore wine, I'm going to take this bottle and finish it off in a nice hot bath." She slurred. "Wanna join me?"
"You cannot be serious." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Why not?" She asked with a drunken giggle. "It might be fun."
"Do what you want, I am going to bed." He replied, downing the bottom of his glass, ignoring her invitation. He had already stayed much longer than he had originally intended. "You sure you're fit to have a bath?" He asked watching her sway a bit in her current state, wondering if she would accidentally fall asleep and drown in her tub or slip and break that delicate little neck of hers. Wait a minute, why did he even care?
"Hmmm, you’re right," She said, heading into her bedroom from the balcony and began unbuttoning her jacket, "I'm not going to need this in the bath," She slurred, removing it and tossing it on her bed, confirming his earlier suspicions that she had indeed been only wearing a lacy delicate white bra underneath the jacket.
"What are you doing?" Vegeta asked in disbelief as she began unzipping her skirt and leisurely let it fall to the floor. She now was only in a very delicate white lacy bra and matching panties, her stay up fishnet stockings and white heels. She seemed completely oblivious to his presence just outside her room at this point. I should leave. He kept saying to himself, though he could not bring himself to turn around and leave. "Are you flirting with me?" he choked out almost suspiciously.
She looked at him in shock as though she had completely forgotten he was there. She looked down at herself, and back up at him in alarm, embarrassed that he had seen her in her underwear. "Was I?"
He exhaled deeply. "I believe so," he answered awkwardly, trying to keep his gaze locked on her face and not let it wonder to her exposed body. I should go now, really; he told himself again however once again found himself unable to turn and walk away from her. What was with this woman? What was she doing to him? He had walked away from countless females before in the past; having no interest in wasting his time fornicating. Some of them had been heralded as being the most beautiful, talented and accomplished courtesans in the universe and he had easily turned away without second thought or regret; even knowing that some of them would give him a few hours of mind numbing pleasure simply because of who he was. He had never been interested. Raditz and Nappa had constantly mocked him for his abstinence.
Here he stood now, completely transfixed by a simple, human woman.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," She said, looking down and covering her chest up delicately with her arms. "It's just, these past few months I've been so lonely and have felt so unwanted," She said dejectedly, walking up to him slowly, modestly crossing her arms across her chest, her eyes locking on his, revealing sadness in their blue depths. "I keep thinking that you have to be lonely too, the last member of your race. I can't imagine what that must be like. I want to get to know you better. You must want that too," she rambled on, swaying slightly as she walked up to him slowly.
He looked at her in amazement, taking in her flawless figure as she approached him slowly, almost as though she were unsure. She was so beautiful yet so vulnerable in this moment. He was speechless; still wrapping his mind around the fact that she had just taken her clothes off in front of him. He wondered what she would do if he touched her? He wanted to; she was so delicate. Would she break if he touched her? More importantly, would she recoil from him?
"Or you still would not be here, right?" she asked, stopping in front of him and looking at him intensely.
He swallowed hard, trying to figure out what to say back to her. Why was he still standing there? If she weren't intoxicated, he would simply just laugh at her scornfully and tell her how ridiculous she was being and then leave but in her current state of mind, he knew that his usual rebuff would only hurt her. She wasn't herself. Though he wasn't sure why he cared about her feelings.
Vegeta thought a moment about what she had just said to him. A part of him did want to let her in and selfishly drown himself inside of her, let her comfort all of his past hurts. The other part of him adamantly refused to let her in. She was delicate and innocent. She deserved someone so much better than him. He wasn't capable of what she was looking for and he knew that.
He stood there awkwardly, looking at her as she leaned in closer to him. He could smell her; she always smelled so good to him. She looked at his lips then back into his eyes. She seemed to be waiting for him to do something.
He looked back at her and gazed quickly at her lips; those soft lips he had been obsessing over for the past several weeks since he had kissed her; they were still a delicate shade of pink from her previous choice that evening when she had been doing her makeup and looked so soft and plump and inviting; they were parted slightly almost inviting him to kiss them. He tore his eyes away from them and looked back up back at her blue orbs, which were still looking at him expectantly as though she were waiting for him to make the next move. Without thinking it through any further, he leaned in and kissed her.
She immediately kissed him back hungrily, almost aggressively, sliding her tongue into his mouth boldly. This time, instead of fleeing from her, he kissed her back, demanding entrance, which she granted to him immediately, opening her mouth to him. Their tongues clashed and explored each other's mouths urgently, dueling the other for dominance. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss and he responded by placing his hands on her hips and harshly pulling her body tightly against his own.
Bulma moaned into his mouth as he pulled her closer to him, she ran her hands through his thick spiky hair, pleasantly surprised by how soft it was. She had always wondered what his hair felt like. She had always assumed it would be rough in texture, as the rest of him was. She tangled her fingers in his hair and continued to kiss him back with everything she had, just in case it never happened again. She knew she was a little more than tipsy and only hoped she would remember every detail of this moment in the morning. She was thrilled to her very core. No one, not even Yamcha had kissed her like that. Ever. She felt like her whole body was on fire; she felt almost as though he we consuming her very soul as he continued to kiss her within an inch of her life.
Vegeta relished the feeling of her small body against his well-disciplined, hard form. He had wondered many times over the past several weeks how her body would feel pressed up against his. She was like a perfect fit. He allowed his right hand to travel gently up her back and then back down, caressing her soft, smooth skin; exploring the curves of her delicate body where it came to a rest, cupping her firm bum as he continued to kiss her deeply.
She happened to break their kiss, just for the sheer need for air. She swallowed hard and looked wide-eyed at him in complete disbelief at what had just happened. He looked back at her with a wild, almost unreadable expression on his face. She couldn't tell if he was surprised, angry, excited or what.
He suddenly let her go. He looked back at her and saw desire there; a desire that seemingly matched his own at that moment. How could she desire him after everything he had done? She's inebriated. He reminded himself almost in despair. Therefore, he could not give into his own desire. Not now. Not this time. He knew it would be so easy at this moment; she would not turn him away. Part of him was raging at him to pick her up and continue this just a few feet away in her bed. The other part of him; his pride and what was left of his moral code would not let him take her this way.
"Hmmn," He smirked at her once he had gotten himself under control. "Lusty wench." He said, leaning in, kissing her chastely on the lips and then leaving her balcony before his remaining resolve crumbled and he did something stupid.
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Since then, he had found himself daydreaming of what else she could do to him with that mouth and soft lips of hers.
He snarled as one of the battle droids struck him deeply, wounding him on his upper right thigh. “Fuck!” he cursed, though he did not have the time to inspect the severity of the damage and fried the bot right then and there.
This would be the second time he had allowed her to enter his mind and distract him to the point where he had gotten sloppy.
The first time had nearly killed him. It had been around the time he had first began to notice her; she was still in a relationship with the Weakling and he had been wondering how she could not know he had been unfaithful to her. He could smell it all over him every time he came to visit her. It repulsed him and yet she seemed to be completely oblivious to it and continued to fawn all over him.
Yamcha had dropped by that afternoon to visit her; no doubt with hopes of bedding her. Vegeta had been having a quick lunch break when he had turned up with flowers, no doubt a façade in an effort to hide his guilt from her.
Bulma, of course had been overjoyed that he had decided to drop by and both she and her mother proceeded to fuss all over him and the massive bouquet of flowers he had presented to her for apparently no reason. To his credit, Vegeta had not picked up on the scent of anyone else all over him that afternoon, which had surprised him.
However Yamcha’s dropping by combined with Bulma’s overly happy display for his visit and gifts only soured his mood and ruined his appetite. He had opted to return to training even thought he had barely touched his lunch. He had spared her a very brief glance before hastily making his unnoticed exit and for some unknown, absurd reason that even now he could not wrap his mind around, he had wished that she would look at him like that and felt a slight pang of jealousy over the Weakling for having her undivided attention that way.
Vegeta had held back a snarl at the ridiculousness of that train of thought and left the house, retreating for his gravity room, ignoring his stomach’s objection over the lack of nourishment; instead, looking forward to and anticipating the solitude and stifling pressure of 300G’s attempting to crush his body if he did not concentrate on his movements. He would force all of these weak and pointless thoughts out of his mind that way, he had told himself as he shut the door and set the settings for as high as they would go.
As he welcomed the crushing pressure, he wondered why the Woman and her father had not upgraded it yet? He had nearly mastered 300G’s. After a warm up of sit ups and pushups, he had decided to look at the control panel again to see if there was anything he could do to raise the gravity; it had to be able to be done somehow.
He chuckled to himself as he noticed that it could indeed be done! It was just controlled by some sort of governing device; all he needed to do was rid the system of it and he could train in higher gravity. Without further thought or worries of the possible damage, he fried the governor, smirking at his cleverness; to think the woman and her father thought he could be permanently held back by their restrictions!
Vegeta had raised the gravity to 450G’s and winced as it nearly pulled him down to the ground. This was what he needed; a new challenge. Not even Kakarott would be able to withstand the pressure of 450 times the Earth’s gravity. Yet here he was, struggling to even breathe, but he was still able to manage it. He would reach Super Saiyan in no time at this rate!
He would rise up and show that clown who was better; reclaim his royal status. Maybe then the Woman would drop the Weakling and see that perhaps he was far more worthy of her attentions than Yamcha was; it only made sense. Bulma was among the richest people among the planet, sure not royalty, but the closest thing to royalty on this planet Vegeta had reasoned and he was royalty. It should go without saying that she should want him. Only he should be deemed worthy of her.
He snarled again in rage as he realized he had allowed thoughts of her to enter his mind yet again; she did not matter. No one on this planet mattered.
As he silently berated himself, he failed to notice the scent of smoke that had been present since he had fried the governor component. He was too wrapped up in his training regimen and concentrating on not succumbing to 450G’s. After several minutes, an alarm began to chime, warning him to shut down the system entirely.
He allowed it to go on and on for a few minutes before sending a ki blast at the console to shut it up; could he not train in peace? It was then, the Gravity Simulator blew up. He hadn’t even realized what had happened until he heard the Woman screaming his name and realized he was covered in rubble and debris.
He had remained in the hospital on Capsule Corporation grounds for almost a month after that debacle; and it had been Her fault, he reasoned.
Now, here he was injured again because of thoughts of her invading and assaulting his mind. He could not allow this to continue, he needed to rid himself of her distraction somehow. It was completely unacceptable!
Vegeta snarled in frustration over everything, releasing his pent up energy, however remaining aware to not overdo it, lest he cause another explosion thus setting him even further back in his training than he already was.
The remaining training bot shorted out, unable to withstand the pressure and fell to the ground with a loud clang. Vegeta looked at it with a scowl. As he levitated himself up into the middle of the large room, he closed his eyes and began to meditate. He needed to get his thoughts under control before continuing.
As he felt himself begin to calm down, the hum of the generator quit, the lights turned off and in his relaxed state, unprepared for the sudden loss of the gravity pressure, he plummeted to the floor, leaving a nice, Vegeta-sized dent where he had fallen.
He growled a string of heated curses in his own native language before punching an even deeper dent into the metal floor and getting up to turn the blasted machine back on. It would not power up.
Vegeta went outside and flicked a breaker switch he had seen the Woman flick many times. A safety precaution she had told him in case he over loaded the graviton so that it would hopefully not explode again. And nothing more than a pain in the ass! He raged to himself, turning it off and then on again like she had shown him before heading back into the simulator, slamming the door behind him.
The lights had turned back on, a good sign; he mused to himself as he approached the console. He turned the dial all the way down and then up to where it had been before and waited for the pressure of the simulation to begin closing in around him.
Nothing.
He glared at the console, and turned the dial all the way off again and let it remain for a moment before turning it back on again and waited.
Nothing again.
“What the fuck?!” he growled, resisting the urge to throw his fist through the console. He had done that more times than he could remember and then it would be weeks before it would be fixed again instead of a few hours or days.
He raked his fingers harshly through his hair in aggravation. How hard was it to make a functioning training facility? He could not understand.
Vegeta took a deep breath and headed out of the simulator and back to the house. It was three o’clock in the afternoon. The Woman should be back soon from her work in the lab. Good, he thought to himself. Then she can fix the blasted gravity simulator and perhaps I can get in some evening training to catch up on what a waste today has been!
He grabbed three sandwiches from off the kitchen counter that had not been claimed and seemed to be screaming his name, he reasoned, before making his way up the stairs and into his own personal quarters.
Once he had finished his sandwiches, he opted on taking a shower to wash off the remnants of his training for the day. He set the shower for as hot as it would go before stripping off his tattered blue training suit. He winced as the constricting fabric was torn from the now dried wound on his thigh; he had forgotten all about it.
He inspected it briefly after tossing the garment carelessly on the floor. It was deep, but overall not that bad, he reasoned; he’d had worse. Though it was bleeding again, no thanks to his careless treatment.
Stupid woman and her useless designs! He grumbled to himself as he stepped into the shower.
The feeling of the scalding hot water soothing his aching muscles brought him some sense of relaxation and contentment. He closed his eyes as he just stood there, unthinking for several minutes before he began to wash himself.
As he ran his hands over his perfectly sculptured body thoughts of the Woman began to take shape again in his mind and he felt his groin begin to tighten at these thoughts. What would it feel like to have her run her hands all over him? Would she appreciate him or be repulsed by all of the imperfections that marred his skin after years of living the life of a warrior? Most of his scars were almost like trophies to him; they told a story. Some were grand stories, examples of his brilliant tactician skills in epic battles leading him to glorious victories; others were not so resplendent and he wished he could not only erase their memories from his mind but from his body as well. However, they also served to him as a reminder of all he had endured and come through.
His thoughts went back to that day he had kissed her on her balcony; he had replayed that memory many times, over and over again and then kicked himself for not following through on his desires. The moment would have been perfect. She had been willing, and would have allowed him to do as he pleased and he could have easily pleaded ignorance to her state; perhaps she would not have even remembered the events the next day? She had never approached him to discuss it, much to his relief.
He wondered again what it would be like to finally have his way with her. He had never had these desires and so the fact that he had them now, aggravated him and he wondered if she felt the same way? He knew she desired him but would she act on it if he actually decided to pursue her?
He growled to himself; it was beneath him to pursue anyone. He would not chase her like some dog. If she wanted him, she would have to come to him, he decided as he then turned the water as cold as it could possibly go in an effort to alleviate his discomfort and banish these indecent thoughts.
He exited the shower and dried himself off with his ki quickly before going through his limited wardrobe and selecting for himself a tight black tank top and black training pants. He would wait outside the lab for her and demand that she fix the damned machine before she had the chance to turn in for the day and waste another evening drinking wine in front of the television watching ridiculous drama programs about human mating rituals.
Vegeta scoffed at the ludicrousness of it all. What was the point in immersing oneself into a program about dysfunctional relationships? Where was the entertainment value in that he wondered? No wonder no one on this planet mated for life, he mused to himself. Everyone was so addicted to these television programs; was that all they had to refer to he wondered? From what he knew about his culture once the male successfully courted the female that was that; they remained together until the other passed. None of this swapping mates among friends and coworkers and then back again.
He shook his head and leaned against the wall outside the lab in wait for her; hopefully she would not keep him waiting long. He would venture inside and demand she finish her work early for the day in favor of placing his needs above all other supposed pressing matters that she was currently tending to, however he was in a foul enough mood that her loud mouthed abusive screeching at him would most likely tempt him into destroying the whole facility. He had almost done that last time and instead blew up her desk in his first step in trying to convince her to see to the gravity room. It had backfired, however and in her own rage against him refused to even look at the gravity room never mind order the parts which he knew would have to be replaced.
They had been in an angry stalemate for a few days before she relented. He smirked now gleefully at the memory of it. He had threatened to leave the planet in one of her father’s ships permanently should she not start repairs on his gravity room immediately. It had been that day that the thought that she possibly desired him as well crossed his mind, as she gave him a strange look and proceeded to repair his gravity room promptly and without complaint. However she did not speak with him and did not give into his goading remarks in his efforts to initiate a verbal spar, much to his disappointment at the time. He enjoyed their verbal altercations usually.
Before he knew it, she emerged from the lab. He resisted the urge to smirk at her as he noticed her groan inwardly at the sight of him, knowing more than likely that he needed repairs on the gravity room.
“What do you want?” she greeted sourly.
“I want many things, Woman,” he leered at her, earlier thoughts of her in her undergarments not completely banished from his mind.
“Whatever, Vegeta,” she sighed, rolling her eyes at him. “I’m not in the mood for your cryptic comments and innuendos. What did you do now?”
“I did not do anything!” he objected. “I was training in the facility you built for me and it quit working.”
“Did you try flipping the fuse back?”
“Of course! I am not an idiot.”
“Well, then you’ve probably blown a fuse and I’ll have to order another one,” she sighed. “Vegeta, that’s three this month! Do you know how expensive those things are?”
“Do you think I care about the cost?”
“Obviously not! You’re going to have to go and look for a part time job or something to help finance the weekly repairs if you don’t stop this, Vegeta.”
“Why don’t you build a better machine, Woman?” he roared.
“I’ve built the best facility on the entire planet, buddy! The millitary is even using it and they have several of them and none of them ever break! So I know it had nothing to do with my supposed faulty engineering.”
“The inhabitants of this planet are weak,” he deadpanned. “I, on the other hand, am not and you need to build something adequate that will suit my needs and stand up to my requirements.”
“Or you just need to learn to harness a little self-control and not be constantly breaking things!”
He stood there and glared at her for a long moment. “Where do the military keep their gravity simulators?”
“No, Vegeta, you’re not stealing one from them!”
“The hell I won’t!” he snarled. “I need to train! I need to-”
“Reach super Saiyan to beat Goku and the androids and the universe and blah, blah, blah; yea, Vegeta, I know!” She said childishly. “Look, I will take a look at it and fix it for you tomorrow morning, first thing, alright? I promise.”
“That is unacceptable, I need you to look at it now.” He said quietly, his voice low in his effort to contain his rage.
“No,” she answered firmly, crossing her arms at him. “I’m exhausted. I had a long, hard day at the lab. I just want to have a glass of wine and go to bed early. I will take a look tomorrow.”
He snorted and rolled his eyes; he had anticipated her evening itinerary correctly. “You waste so much time, I cannot even fathom how your race made it this far on their own; you all deserve to die and here I waste my time and efforts trying to make myself stronger to save something that is not worthy of being saved!” he grumbled more to himself than to her.
“Oh, don’t even!” she shouted at him. “You are only here to kill Goku, who happens to be my best friend! I’m not stupid! So don’t even pretend that you care one iota about the welfare of this planet or anyone on this planet! You’re just a selfish prick!”
He turned and glared at her for several moments, unsure of what to say or how to even reply he was so angry at the moment. All he wanted was to train, was that such a bad thing? He wanted to leave here and destroy something. Level an entire city, something to release his rage and frustration.
The moments turned into minutes and began to drag on as they both glared at each other and finally, without considering the consequences or ramifications, he picked her up, tossed her over his shoulder and marched straight towards his personal living quarters.