Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Vegeta's temptations ❯ hard piece of work ( Chapter 1 )

By: redcarpetgirl
I will literally express my facination with Vegeta. To all reviewers and random people, though we are all equal Vegeta will not say this though, it will snap his pride. *tuts* !
A Vegeta and Bulma argument.{typical}
This story begins light-hearted, but it becomes intensely confusing in the next chapter.

Gone through the grammar, spelling and apostrophies also paragraphs and commas too. Trying to improve this story and complete it now because ive neglected it, i feel quite ashamed of myself lol.


Introduction:
Hard piece of work

It was 6:00 and bulma was in her
lounge relaxing in an warm arm chair drinking a full glass of red wine, She had been working late hours for a week and enjoyed the peaceful envening without doing her stressfull duties.
Since Vegeta sparred with Goku for weeks on an what seemed like a endless vacation; regarding the duties, she felt even more at ease considering she didn't have to baby-sit the royal lazy ass Bulma felt relieved by it all.

His company with her was whack as usual it appeared to be so considering he had her wrapped on his little finger with his orders...like than she had on her whole body. He thought his woman was nothing or she knew he didn't appreciate her either. The signs were made clear for a start; Every time she cooked for Vegeta he would negatively comment with his nasty, unpleasent curses or remarks by his rude coldness mouth made Bulma shiver to her nerve endings and back.

Vegeta was frightening at times especially on his anger modes which Bulma catch off guard. This only made things worse, She was triple harassed ontop of her work yet alone having to deal with vegeta. Also he used her as his personal slave and demand respect and too worship his whole~mighty self. The Whole thing was plain stupid and not worth her time, herself as a woman had pride and manner too. This prince of all saijains wanted her to roll out the red carpet for his ass... for crying out loud all Because he wanted too prove or note that she was nothing compared to himself brainwashing Bulma to believe it also. Vegeta re~named her a 'weakling'. Bulma had no purpose for living.

Despite Vegeta's attitude towards Bulma, Yamcha was round her propety everynight seducing her with flowers and chocolates for the pair to share. Yamcha was her best friend although he saw the relation deeper than companionship. Bulma was his one love of his life who he attend to offer anything for the beautiful creature when needed, just like a soul-mate would affectionize and bond when she needed comfort or lonely.

Bulma slept through one of her favourite television programmes during that evening for her worries going in a whirl so she subsided into a blissful sleep instead. The worries slowly guided away delightfully as the worries faded Bulma groaned in response and lay her head tucked back in a soft sheep-skin velvet, fluffy pillows awaited her.

The velvet surrounded her body as she went to heaven. The wine loosening from her grip of her hand spilling her red silk pyjama material.Snoozing away in a silent slumber. *mmmmm* wimpering in the soft silk.

UNTIL........


"Woman" a voice yelled in the background of her half sleep form. It was coming from the front door entrance of her living quarters.*
Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* *Bang* it thud again and again, the earth rattling around his point.

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

"Woman,Don't make me break this door down"
coursing a disturbance,
Bulma pulled to her feet in an scrowl Making angry mutters under her breath.... very annoyed to hear him. Knowing the message that if the door was broken it would cost more jobs for her to do...Would it be worth it Really?.

Gradually marking her way to the entrance slothing on her feet... fisting her palms then rubbed her blood shot eyes making her way too the entrance and repeated again with a second time she embraced the mad prince for the first time that week hooray!

Vegeta was hot and flustured his forehead dripped with oda of sweat, back from the salon spar with Goku which was his idea after the training spare.....



As he began to irritate the woman once again with the usual unpleasent Vegeta attitude he wanted too chase her for some reason the thought turned him on.
She approached the wooden door handle opening the little den, unitl she was glancing straight eye to eye with the mad prince. A lurk of fear hit her then but she did all in her power to look brave concealing it on her features.

"Has took you long enough Woman, I've been waiting at least ten minutes for your ass to reach me" He spat

"Shhh! will you keep your voice down show some respect vegeta your going to wake up my mum and dad" she whispered in a low growl.

"Anyway Why are you here you should be at Goku's place..... Am i right?"She asked in a bitchy tone.

" But i live here!"

"Not in my quarters you don't Royal ass"

"I have come for lunch woman get out of my way stupid" He barged past Bulma almost taking all her personal space and where she feels safe to spend the night was not as seen that anymore.

"Excuse me! Excuse me! shit-head"
stating rude remarks back in the stuck-up face of vegeta.
But Bulma was not as soft as she looked, she refused to let him rome
even though she was completely washed out.

Bulma embraced him once again her patience wearing thin now.

"Can you get out of my living quarters go to your own stupid
living quarters for the night!" Pointing to the exist.

"Or go back to your poxy Gravity......"

"Shut up bitch! I am starving and my stomach needs food"

Yelling in Bulma's ear-hole as her ears started to ring.
Bullma was beginning to lose the plot with the arrogant ass.
'THE bastard knew VERY WELL! what he was doing'she thought.

Jet-lagged hit her and her world spinned with veritgo it was after her flight a week before landing. So she surrended to his dominance, until she felt okay again.
"Fine Vegeta do as you please. I'll make you a little something then your ass is outta here because i feel like shit okay?" She spat
Her tone calmed when she kept hearing his belly groaning.

She went to the kitchen to fetch the prince a steak, omellete,roasted ham and a few vegetables to serve a broad range of healthy foods and vitmins to his diet considering he wanted the body of a god, his muscular-perfectional appearance..whatever.

Bulma was not a happy bunny, she was disappointed to see him again.
The relaxing and peace can go out the window.

Vegeta desired making the woman blow out her fuse on him, very amusing indeed.
Made him think who his betters really were at the end of the day.

Yes very amusing.

Her angry expression faded after a while. When she stared to feel a bit normal again her fever went down tablets were starting to have a positive affect on her being.

..........when he arrived
She blushed as she realised Vegeta had a large bulge through his trousers. She never noticed before but it was obvious to see It was at least eleven inch stiffy.

*woah*

She giggled to herself ' That's a 'hard piece of work' right there,My goodness what is wrong with me she questioned herself before getting her rest and peace once again.

Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Thriller / Mystery / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.13.2008 | Updated On: 03.24.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 16 | Visits: 2.6K | Status: Work In Progress