Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Undisclosed Desires ❯ Part II ( Chapter 2 )
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Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.24.2014 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 03.24.2014 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
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Undisclosed Desires
Part II
In that moment, without considering the consequences or ramifications, he picked her up, tossed her over his shoulder and marched straight towards his personal living quarters.
“You kids have fun now,” Bunny called after them as he walked through the kitchen. “Be safe!”
He had no idea what the blonde ditz meant by that and dismissed it the second he exited the kitchen.
“Put me down NOW you son of a bitch!” Bulma screeched at him while smacking him on his arm and trying to wrestle her way out of his firm hold.
“Make me,” he retorted childishly with a smirk, knowing that there was no way she could accomplish such a thing.
He reached his living quarters, opened the door and then kicked it shut behind him. He was not entirely sure what he was going to do with the screeching frail woman over his shoulder flailing helplessly in an effort to get away from him; he had tuned out her threats and obscenities a while ago but now that they were alone, he turned his full attention back to her.
“Take your disgusting monkey hands off me, do you hear me? You creep!” she hollered.
He obliged.
Being that she was trying so hard to free herself from his vice grip, the loss of his hold on her caused her to fall off the side of his shoulder and crash down onto the floor ungracefully.
“Ow!” she whined. “You ass! What did you do that for?”
“You asked me to take my hands off of you and so I did.” He replied innocently, turning to look at her with a triumphant smirk, his arms crossed.
“You didn’t have to drop me,” she continued to whine at him. “I’m a very delicate specimen and now I am going to have horrible bruises for weeks now because of you! And in the middle of summer when it’s short shorts and bikini season? Now what am I going to do?”
He shrugged and looked at her blankly as she finished her tirade. “Make yourself useful and fix the damned gravity simulator?”
“Vegeta, you may not realize this, but I have a life outside the lab and Capsule Corporation and my father’s inventions and that includes your stupid Gravity Room,” she sighed irritably. “I am single and available and ready to find a decent guy who is going to treat me good. I was nominated most eligible bachelorette of the year and I intend to go out and have fun! I’ll have you know guys would kill to have the opportunity to sweep me off my feet.”
“Is that not what I just did?”
“No!” She scoffed at him. “You cornered me outside the lab, yelled at me then threw me over your shoulder like I was nothing more than a sack of potatoes and dropped me on the floor of your man cave!”
“I do not see the difference.”
“Of course you wouldn’t, you’re just an arrogant ass!” she groaned, though her anger had already dissipated somewhat by this point.
Bulma had been waiting for months now for him to make a move on her. She had tried everything she could think of to catch his attention; she had gone through great lengths to ensure her hair and makeup was flawless one hundred percent of the time in the off chance she may see him; she resorted to dressing provocatively, retorted to his acidic comments with suggestive innuendo any chance she could to come up with something witty to counter their usual banter. She had even made a point of running late while getting ready for a date just so her suitor would have to stand and wait for her in an attempt to make Vegeta jealous. So far nothing was working on the impossible Saiyan and she was at a loss at what to do.
So a few weeks back, she decided to pack it in. She was not going to reduce herself to blatantly chasing after him. She figured that he had to have noticed her by now; scratch that, she knew he had! Ever since he had kissed her a few months back, twice; once the evening she and Yamcha had broken up and the other time in her bedroom while she was drunk and in nothing more than her underwear. She had been so embarrassed the next morning and to her astonishment he never brought it up, making her wonder if the encounter had indeed actually happened or if she had dreamt it up in her wishful thinking and drunken state. She eventually decided that it had happened. Reason being, she had noticed a slight change in his demeanor around her after that night. He actually seemed to be able to stand her presence and would tease and joke around with her and come up with his own suggestive, lewd comebacks whenever they got into an argument. However he would not do any more than that, much to her annoyance.
Bulma Briefs wanted to be chased. She did not want to do the chasing. So, she decided that since he didn’t seem to be interested enough to chase her, and that she would not reduce herself to chasing him, it was time to expand her horizons and start playing the field. She wasn’t getting any younger. Plus she was tired of moping and seeing pictures of Yamcha in the tabloids with a different supermodel girlfriend every other week.
“Look, I don’t know how they do things in your barbaric culture, but in my culture-”
“Yes, I know how it is done in your culture,” he interrupted her in a bored tone.
“Oh yeah? Do tell.” She shot back. “This should be good.”
“The male usually pursues the female by pathetically doting on her and showering her with gifts and compliments until she agrees to see him. You both then participate in a series of ridiculous activities and mundane conversation in an effort to determine if you are compatible or not before entering into the consensual mating ritual of coitus.” He explained to her in a monotone. “Perhaps they stay together and eventually produce a family of brats or perhaps one mate eventually bores of the other and pursues greener pastures.” He added with a nasty glint in his eye and trademark smirk.
“You’re such an asshole!” she cried. “You know that?”
He shrugged, “Indeed, I am. However, I have never claimed to be any such charmer as found in those ridiculous fairy tales you like to immerse yourself into on the television or pursue in real life.”
“You’re definitely no Prince Charming, that’s for sure.”
“I am a Prince,” he corrected arrogantly. “Charm, however, is fake and overrated.”
“There’s definitely nothing fake about you, Vegeta.”
“What you see it what you get.” He agreed quietly, looking intensely at her.
Bulma nodded. “Isn’t that the truth,” she sighed, finally getting up from her spot on the floor and looked at him a long moment. What was he up to? Why had be brought her here of all places and why were they talking about this? Was this his way of letting her know that he was interested in her?
“Well, it’s been nice, Vegeta, but I have to go now.” She said, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable and turning to leave his bedroom but was stopped as a vice-like grip latched onto her arm, pulling her back towards him. “Vegeta, what are you-”
Her protest was cut off as he crashed his lips against hers and kissed her. It took her mind a moment to comprehend what it was that was happening before she gave in and kissed him back for a moment before pushing him away.
“What the hell, Vegeta?” she asked, her face now flushed. “No, I’m not doing this with you,”
“Doing what?”
“This! What we do. You kiss me and then leave and don’t talk to me and ignore me for a few weeks,” she said. “That’s not how it works and I am tired of playing, unless maybe you are too?” she added hopefully.
He looked at her for a long moment, unsure of what to say to her. He knew what he wanted; he wanted her. He had wanted her from the moment he had first laid eyes on her back on Namek. He wanted her, but he also knew what she wanted in return and he was not certain he could give her that.
Vegeta knew she wanted a commitment; something long term and permanent. He felt she deserved that and had every right to expect that from him should he follow through with his desires at this moment, but he did not want to disappoint her once he had gotten his fill of her and decided to leave her bed. He did not have a promiscuous appetite; it wasn’t that he felt he could not remain faithful to her. If he took her to his bed, he would take no one else. He just wasn’t sure he wanted to stick around for all of that relationship nonsense she would expect of him should he proceed; he wasn’t even sure yet if he wanted to stick around on this mudball planet after the destruction of the prophesized androids.
He wasn’t sure why he was having such a hard time with this or why he even cared about her; he should take his fill of her now and then when he was finished, leave her and let her fend for himself. She’d gotten over the Weakling easy enough; she was a strong woman and would be able to find another. It was then that the thought of anyone else having her annoyed him.
Bulma nodded at him as she continued to feel more and more uncomfortable as the silence between them began to drag on and he looked at her intensely with an expression she could not read; she knew she had been stupid to hope that maybe he actually felt something for her. Who had she been kidding to have even entertained the possibility?
She turned to leave before she said something else to further belittle herself in front of him; if he couldn’t come forward and tell her he wanted her then she didn’t want him anyway. The last thing she needed was to come off like she was desperate for him and give him more ammunition to throw at her during one of their verbal altercations.
“Stay,” he said to her, reaching for her again by the arm and stopping her just as she reached the door.
“Why?” she asked, turning to look at him, her eyes blazing at him with new found determination; she decided in that split second that she would get it out of him once and for all. Did he actually want her or was this just another one of his manipulative mind games he got off on tormenting her with? If he could not give her some idea right now, some form of encouragement, then this would be it. No more. “And give me a good reason other than ‘Because I am the Prince of all Saiyans and you are my Servant Woman who needs to tend to my every beck and call’.” She said, mocking his foreign accent in an effort to bait him into perhaps finally being honest with her.
He frowned heavily at her as he let her arm go, “I should not be compelled to have to give you a reason.”
“Well, too bad, Vegeta. I am requesting a reason,” she shrugged. “You brought me up here, you are preventing me from leaving and you kissed me. I wish to leave; unless you have something that you want to tell me.”
“No, there is nothing that I wish to say to you,”
“Then I don’t wish to hear it,” she snipped at him, trying yet again to hide her disappointment.
He sighed in annoyance and reached for her again. “I do not know what it is you want from me,” he said honestly; his mouth speaking words before he had a moment to think better of it. “I think I do, but I cannot give you what you seek.”
“If you knew anything about anything, which you obviously don’t, you’d know that I just want you.” she said honestly to him, unsure if she should have admitted that to him or not.
“You only think you want me,” he snorted.
“And how do you know what I think, buddy?”
“Oh, I know a lot more than you give me credit for,” he laughed, now cornering her against the still closed door of his quarters. “I know that you want me; I see how you look at me, I even know when you are watching me, pining after me all these months when you think that I have not noticed. I have noticed your attire while in my presence, or rather lack thereof. Moreover, I can smell the scent of your arousal whenever we have any such encounter; accidental or purposely.”
She gasped and frowned at him in an odd mix of disgust and embarrassment.
“Oh, yes,” he nodded. “I can smell it on you right now. I know very well what you want.”
Bulma swallowed hard in an attempt to find her voice again; she wasn’t sure if she should be turned on, disgusted or frightened by him. “Alright,” she finally said. “What is it that you want?”
“You,” he said, leaning into her. “Your body.”
“Then do something about it, I won’t reject you.”
“You think it is your rejection that keeps me from pursuing you?” he laughed dryly. “Believe me, if I wanted to I would take you, not giving a damn about your rejection or not; I would simply take you by force for my own amusement because it would be of no challenge.”
“Of course it wouldn’t, but you won’t do that,” she said confidently. “You are not that way inclined.”
“You do not know anything about me,” he growled. “Anything you think you know is irrelevant and all in your head. Do not think that just because I reside here with you and your family and that I am staying on this pathetic excuse for a planet to help fight those blasted androids that you or this planet mean anything to me. You are nothing but a convenience to me. Once I have taken my fill, I will leave. I will not remain here to play house and mate with you,”
She nodded slowly in acknowledgement of his statement, unsure of what to say to him. Should she be grateful that he was just completely honest with her in admitting that he only saw her as a convenience and if they did have anything, all he wanted from her was a fling, a onetime thing pretty much to satisfy a current craving of desire? Or should she be hurt and disappointed that he was only interested in that and nothing further? She was not sure.
If she did do anything with him, she wanted it to last. She wasn’t the type of girl who thrived on a casual fling here and there. Sure she had been on a few dates since her break up with Yamcha but that had been it. She had no interest in anything beyond dinner and a few drinks. Yet when she was around Vegeta, she wanted to throw out everything and jump right in despite the possible consequences. She had somehow fallen for him in the short time he had lived here at Capsule Corporation with her; despite his rudeness and arrogant, demanding demeanor. She didn’t know what it was, but if he said just about anything at this moment to encourage her, she would jump on it even if it meant being hurt in the morning. After all, she had not been with anyone since she and Yamcha had broken up and he most certainly wasn’t feeling the loss.
She faltered for a moment in hesitation. She had not been with any other man except Yamcha and even that had been almost a year now since they had been together last. Maybe that was all this was. She just was desperate for something since it had been too long. Who better to satiate and quench her desire than the dark Saiyan prince in front of her who had been the object of all her fantasies as of late?
“I can assure you that my intentions towards you are wholly and completely selfish. I am a selfish man, only interested in my own satisfaction and well-being and could care less of you and your feelings.” He continued, looking intensely at her; wondering what she would do now that he had been completely open with her with regards to his intentions. Would she run away and cry? Or would she stand her ground and still pursue him? He was not sure he even knew what he expected of her. Part of him expected her to curse at him and leave and never look in his direction again; he would be alright with that. He knew he did not deserve her. She was kindest gentlest being he had ever encountered and while he desired her greatly, he did not want to cause her distress and disappointment when all was said and done and it was time for him to leave.
Bulma was silent a long moment or two, trying to decide what to do with this information. She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing how disappointed she really was that he obviously had no use for her. She still wanted him though. What was it about him that she simply could not bring herself to walk away from pursuing anything further with him, even when the man himself more or less just admitted to her that to not do that would be a waste of her time?
She shrugged off her disappointment and decided to chance it. What did she have to lose? He obviously wanted her in some capacity. Even if it was only a temporary arrangement. If she backed off now she would always wonder what if? So, she resorted to flirting with him just to see where this may go.
“You know, Vegeta,” she said changing the subject somewhat. “You’re always going on and mentioning all of your many flaws and less than desirable traits. I think I have been around you long enough to have figured most of them out by now, but other than your strength and birthright, you never mention any of your positive qualities.”
“That is because I have none,” he deadpanned, wondering where she was going with this. “At least none that would be of any benefit to you. I can assure you that I have many other less than desirable qualities that you cannot even begin to fathom. It is best that you quit with this silly infatuation you have obviously developed and find an appropriate Earthling male to shower your attentions on.”
“More bad qualities, really?” she asked with a playful mirth. “Are the rest very bad?”
He nodded. “They are the worst. Nothing that a simple human such as yourself could begin to comprehend.”
“Try me,” she said.
He leaned in and attacked her mouth.
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Undisclosed Desires
Part II
In that moment, without considering the consequences or ramifications, he picked her up, tossed her over his shoulder and marched straight towards his personal living quarters.
“You kids have fun now,” Bunny called after them as he walked through the kitchen. “Be safe!”
He had no idea what the blonde ditz meant by that and dismissed it the second he exited the kitchen.
“Put me down NOW you son of a bitch!” Bulma screeched at him while smacking him on his arm and trying to wrestle her way out of his firm hold.
“Make me,” he retorted childishly with a smirk, knowing that there was no way she could accomplish such a thing.
He reached his living quarters, opened the door and then kicked it shut behind him. He was not entirely sure what he was going to do with the screeching frail woman over his shoulder flailing helplessly in an effort to get away from him; he had tuned out her threats and obscenities a while ago but now that they were alone, he turned his full attention back to her.
“Take your disgusting monkey hands off me, do you hear me? You creep!” she hollered.
He obliged.
Being that she was trying so hard to free herself from his vice grip, the loss of his hold on her caused her to fall off the side of his shoulder and crash down onto the floor ungracefully.
“Ow!” she whined. “You ass! What did you do that for?”
“You asked me to take my hands off of you and so I did.” He replied innocently, turning to look at her with a triumphant smirk, his arms crossed.
“You didn’t have to drop me,” she continued to whine at him. “I’m a very delicate specimen and now I am going to have horrible bruises for weeks now because of you! And in the middle of summer when it’s short shorts and bikini season? Now what am I going to do?”
He shrugged and looked at her blankly as she finished her tirade. “Make yourself useful and fix the damned gravity simulator?”
“Vegeta, you may not realize this, but I have a life outside the lab and Capsule Corporation and my father’s inventions and that includes your stupid Gravity Room,” she sighed irritably. “I am single and available and ready to find a decent guy who is going to treat me good. I was nominated most eligible bachelorette of the year and I intend to go out and have fun! I’ll have you know guys would kill to have the opportunity to sweep me off my feet.”
“Is that not what I just did?”
“No!” She scoffed at him. “You cornered me outside the lab, yelled at me then threw me over your shoulder like I was nothing more than a sack of potatoes and dropped me on the floor of your man cave!”
“I do not see the difference.”
“Of course you wouldn’t, you’re just an arrogant ass!” she groaned, though her anger had already dissipated somewhat by this point.
Bulma had been waiting for months now for him to make a move on her. She had tried everything she could think of to catch his attention; she had gone through great lengths to ensure her hair and makeup was flawless one hundred percent of the time in the off chance she may see him; she resorted to dressing provocatively, retorted to his acidic comments with suggestive innuendo any chance she could to come up with something witty to counter their usual banter. She had even made a point of running late while getting ready for a date just so her suitor would have to stand and wait for her in an attempt to make Vegeta jealous. So far nothing was working on the impossible Saiyan and she was at a loss at what to do.
So a few weeks back, she decided to pack it in. She was not going to reduce herself to blatantly chasing after him. She figured that he had to have noticed her by now; scratch that, she knew he had! Ever since he had kissed her a few months back, twice; once the evening she and Yamcha had broken up and the other time in her bedroom while she was drunk and in nothing more than her underwear. She had been so embarrassed the next morning and to her astonishment he never brought it up, making her wonder if the encounter had indeed actually happened or if she had dreamt it up in her wishful thinking and drunken state. She eventually decided that it had happened. Reason being, she had noticed a slight change in his demeanor around her after that night. He actually seemed to be able to stand her presence and would tease and joke around with her and come up with his own suggestive, lewd comebacks whenever they got into an argument. However he would not do any more than that, much to her annoyance.
Bulma Briefs wanted to be chased. She did not want to do the chasing. So, she decided that since he didn’t seem to be interested enough to chase her, and that she would not reduce herself to chasing him, it was time to expand her horizons and start playing the field. She wasn’t getting any younger. Plus she was tired of moping and seeing pictures of Yamcha in the tabloids with a different supermodel girlfriend every other week.
“Look, I don’t know how they do things in your barbaric culture, but in my culture-”
“Yes, I know how it is done in your culture,” he interrupted her in a bored tone.
“Oh yeah? Do tell.” She shot back. “This should be good.”
“The male usually pursues the female by pathetically doting on her and showering her with gifts and compliments until she agrees to see him. You both then participate in a series of ridiculous activities and mundane conversation in an effort to determine if you are compatible or not before entering into the consensual mating ritual of coitus.” He explained to her in a monotone. “Perhaps they stay together and eventually produce a family of brats or perhaps one mate eventually bores of the other and pursues greener pastures.” He added with a nasty glint in his eye and trademark smirk.
“You’re such an asshole!” she cried. “You know that?”
He shrugged, “Indeed, I am. However, I have never claimed to be any such charmer as found in those ridiculous fairy tales you like to immerse yourself into on the television or pursue in real life.”
“You’re definitely no Prince Charming, that’s for sure.”
“I am a Prince,” he corrected arrogantly. “Charm, however, is fake and overrated.”
“There’s definitely nothing fake about you, Vegeta.”
“What you see it what you get.” He agreed quietly, looking intensely at her.
Bulma nodded. “Isn’t that the truth,” she sighed, finally getting up from her spot on the floor and looked at him a long moment. What was he up to? Why had be brought her here of all places and why were they talking about this? Was this his way of letting her know that he was interested in her?
“Well, it’s been nice, Vegeta, but I have to go now.” She said, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable and turning to leave his bedroom but was stopped as a vice-like grip latched onto her arm, pulling her back towards him. “Vegeta, what are you-”
Her protest was cut off as he crashed his lips against hers and kissed her. It took her mind a moment to comprehend what it was that was happening before she gave in and kissed him back for a moment before pushing him away.
“What the hell, Vegeta?” she asked, her face now flushed. “No, I’m not doing this with you,”
“Doing what?”
“This! What we do. You kiss me and then leave and don’t talk to me and ignore me for a few weeks,” she said. “That’s not how it works and I am tired of playing, unless maybe you are too?” she added hopefully.
He looked at her for a long moment, unsure of what to say to her. He knew what he wanted; he wanted her. He had wanted her from the moment he had first laid eyes on her back on Namek. He wanted her, but he also knew what she wanted in return and he was not certain he could give her that.
Vegeta knew she wanted a commitment; something long term and permanent. He felt she deserved that and had every right to expect that from him should he follow through with his desires at this moment, but he did not want to disappoint her once he had gotten his fill of her and decided to leave her bed. He did not have a promiscuous appetite; it wasn’t that he felt he could not remain faithful to her. If he took her to his bed, he would take no one else. He just wasn’t sure he wanted to stick around for all of that relationship nonsense she would expect of him should he proceed; he wasn’t even sure yet if he wanted to stick around on this mudball planet after the destruction of the prophesized androids.
He wasn’t sure why he was having such a hard time with this or why he even cared about her; he should take his fill of her now and then when he was finished, leave her and let her fend for himself. She’d gotten over the Weakling easy enough; she was a strong woman and would be able to find another. It was then that the thought of anyone else having her annoyed him.
Bulma nodded at him as she continued to feel more and more uncomfortable as the silence between them began to drag on and he looked at her intensely with an expression she could not read; she knew she had been stupid to hope that maybe he actually felt something for her. Who had she been kidding to have even entertained the possibility?
She turned to leave before she said something else to further belittle herself in front of him; if he couldn’t come forward and tell her he wanted her then she didn’t want him anyway. The last thing she needed was to come off like she was desperate for him and give him more ammunition to throw at her during one of their verbal altercations.
“Stay,” he said to her, reaching for her again by the arm and stopping her just as she reached the door.
“Why?” she asked, turning to look at him, her eyes blazing at him with new found determination; she decided in that split second that she would get it out of him once and for all. Did he actually want her or was this just another one of his manipulative mind games he got off on tormenting her with? If he could not give her some idea right now, some form of encouragement, then this would be it. No more. “And give me a good reason other than ‘Because I am the Prince of all Saiyans and you are my Servant Woman who needs to tend to my every beck and call’.” She said, mocking his foreign accent in an effort to bait him into perhaps finally being honest with her.
He frowned heavily at her as he let her arm go, “I should not be compelled to have to give you a reason.”
“Well, too bad, Vegeta. I am requesting a reason,” she shrugged. “You brought me up here, you are preventing me from leaving and you kissed me. I wish to leave; unless you have something that you want to tell me.”
“No, there is nothing that I wish to say to you,”
“Then I don’t wish to hear it,” she snipped at him, trying yet again to hide her disappointment.
He sighed in annoyance and reached for her again. “I do not know what it is you want from me,” he said honestly; his mouth speaking words before he had a moment to think better of it. “I think I do, but I cannot give you what you seek.”
“If you knew anything about anything, which you obviously don’t, you’d know that I just want you.” she said honestly to him, unsure if she should have admitted that to him or not.
“You only think you want me,” he snorted.
“And how do you know what I think, buddy?”
“Oh, I know a lot more than you give me credit for,” he laughed, now cornering her against the still closed door of his quarters. “I know that you want me; I see how you look at me, I even know when you are watching me, pining after me all these months when you think that I have not noticed. I have noticed your attire while in my presence, or rather lack thereof. Moreover, I can smell the scent of your arousal whenever we have any such encounter; accidental or purposely.”
She gasped and frowned at him in an odd mix of disgust and embarrassment.
“Oh, yes,” he nodded. “I can smell it on you right now. I know very well what you want.”
Bulma swallowed hard in an attempt to find her voice again; she wasn’t sure if she should be turned on, disgusted or frightened by him. “Alright,” she finally said. “What is it that you want?”
“You,” he said, leaning into her. “Your body.”
“Then do something about it, I won’t reject you.”
“You think it is your rejection that keeps me from pursuing you?” he laughed dryly. “Believe me, if I wanted to I would take you, not giving a damn about your rejection or not; I would simply take you by force for my own amusement because it would be of no challenge.”
“Of course it wouldn’t, but you won’t do that,” she said confidently. “You are not that way inclined.”
“You do not know anything about me,” he growled. “Anything you think you know is irrelevant and all in your head. Do not think that just because I reside here with you and your family and that I am staying on this pathetic excuse for a planet to help fight those blasted androids that you or this planet mean anything to me. You are nothing but a convenience to me. Once I have taken my fill, I will leave. I will not remain here to play house and mate with you,”
She nodded slowly in acknowledgement of his statement, unsure of what to say to him. Should she be grateful that he was just completely honest with her in admitting that he only saw her as a convenience and if they did have anything, all he wanted from her was a fling, a onetime thing pretty much to satisfy a current craving of desire? Or should she be hurt and disappointed that he was only interested in that and nothing further? She was not sure.
If she did do anything with him, she wanted it to last. She wasn’t the type of girl who thrived on a casual fling here and there. Sure she had been on a few dates since her break up with Yamcha but that had been it. She had no interest in anything beyond dinner and a few drinks. Yet when she was around Vegeta, she wanted to throw out everything and jump right in despite the possible consequences. She had somehow fallen for him in the short time he had lived here at Capsule Corporation with her; despite his rudeness and arrogant, demanding demeanor. She didn’t know what it was, but if he said just about anything at this moment to encourage her, she would jump on it even if it meant being hurt in the morning. After all, she had not been with anyone since she and Yamcha had broken up and he most certainly wasn’t feeling the loss.
She faltered for a moment in hesitation. She had not been with any other man except Yamcha and even that had been almost a year now since they had been together last. Maybe that was all this was. She just was desperate for something since it had been too long. Who better to satiate and quench her desire than the dark Saiyan prince in front of her who had been the object of all her fantasies as of late?
“I can assure you that my intentions towards you are wholly and completely selfish. I am a selfish man, only interested in my own satisfaction and well-being and could care less of you and your feelings.” He continued, looking intensely at her; wondering what she would do now that he had been completely open with her with regards to his intentions. Would she run away and cry? Or would she stand her ground and still pursue him? He was not sure he even knew what he expected of her. Part of him expected her to curse at him and leave and never look in his direction again; he would be alright with that. He knew he did not deserve her. She was kindest gentlest being he had ever encountered and while he desired her greatly, he did not want to cause her distress and disappointment when all was said and done and it was time for him to leave.
Bulma was silent a long moment or two, trying to decide what to do with this information. She would not give him the satisfaction of knowing how disappointed she really was that he obviously had no use for her. She still wanted him though. What was it about him that she simply could not bring herself to walk away from pursuing anything further with him, even when the man himself more or less just admitted to her that to not do that would be a waste of her time?
She shrugged off her disappointment and decided to chance it. What did she have to lose? He obviously wanted her in some capacity. Even if it was only a temporary arrangement. If she backed off now she would always wonder what if? So, she resorted to flirting with him just to see where this may go.
“You know, Vegeta,” she said changing the subject somewhat. “You’re always going on and mentioning all of your many flaws and less than desirable traits. I think I have been around you long enough to have figured most of them out by now, but other than your strength and birthright, you never mention any of your positive qualities.”
“That is because I have none,” he deadpanned, wondering where she was going with this. “At least none that would be of any benefit to you. I can assure you that I have many other less than desirable qualities that you cannot even begin to fathom. It is best that you quit with this silly infatuation you have obviously developed and find an appropriate Earthling male to shower your attentions on.”
“More bad qualities, really?” she asked with a playful mirth. “Are the rest very bad?”
He nodded. “They are the worst. Nothing that a simple human such as yourself could begin to comprehend.”
“Try me,” she said.
He leaned in and attacked her mouth.
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