It was an obnoxiously hot day when the Gravity Chamber decided to stop working. Vegeta pitched a fit until Capsule Corp.'s resident hot genius agreed to work on it. It would be an excuse to throw on flirty summer clothes and do what she did best, right? Vegeta sat on a lawn chair, sprawled out in the lazy heat sipping on a chilled glass of lemonade. He savored the nectary liquid, the sun glistening off of sweaty, tanned skin. Only loose shorts hung lowly off his lower half, his chest devoid of a shirt. He had to admit it wasn't half bad lounging in the heat if he had a refreshing drink with him. He sipped from the cool drink and sighed with relief, his dark eyes flashing to the Gravity Chamber every now and then.
Bulma mopped a sweaty forehead with the back of her hand. She had been courteous enough to bring Vegeta a refreshing drink but had forgotten about herself. Vegeta glared at tiny jewels of sweat trailing down her body. Finding their ways into the swell of Bulma's boobs. She had on a tiny cropped shirt covering to heaving mounds restrained by a bikini top. Her denim shorts were bordering the length of underwear, revealing shapely, milky legs. Her turquoise hair clung to her sweaty neck, the side of it in a frivolous little side pony tale. Vegeta both marveled and cursed her taunting appearance. Why did she have to be so goddamn enticing, strutting outside to fix the Gravity Chamber in next to nothing.
He watched her work tirelessly. She knew what she was doing. It was foolish to underestimate her prowess because of her looks, she was a genius and she never let him forget it. He watched her intently as he sipped, cranking a wrench and peering into the chamber's insides. A nervous wobble caught his attention, she was all the way at the top of the room. Though a genius she certainly wasn't sturdy or graceful. His muscles tensed, ready to spring to action should she fall. The cute idiot could probably manage to kill herself that way. He relaxed as she regained her balance, never noticing the nervous look on the Saiyan's face.
He leaned back, his eyes beginning to rest behind his lids as he soaked up the heat. He had almost dozed off and barely noticed her approach. But there she was, the cute idiot was deathly close on her hands and knees. Her skin pink and sweaty, her breasts jiggling ever so slightly with every breath. He watched, frozen in awe of the sight. "Vegeta..." She whined. He swallowed and forced his mouth shut.
"Nn?" She blinked and bit her lip, bright blue eyes darting to his prized drink.
"It's hot. Vegeta, I'm thirsty." He blinked. The whiny quality to her voice was gonna drive him insane. His mouth agape her moved the glass closer to her face. He watched her delicately tip the straw to her mouth and suck beautifully. Big, doe like blue eyes gazing at him the whole time. Her shirt hung down loosely giving him the perfect view of those glorious breasts. A human woman was sharing a drink with the Prince of all Saiyans! It was preposterous, and yet it was happening. It was in that moment Vegeta decided he wanted to know every inch of that human's body.
His mouth hung open, lips upturned in a smile. He saw confusion and perhaps fear flash in her eyes and he shut his mouth and swallowed. Bulma broke away from the straw with a gasp and tucked blue hair behind her ear. "T-Thank you, Vegeta." He chuckled.
"Welcome." Two pairs of eyes met for a long moment until Vegeta finally reached a large hand out and cupped her face. Bulma shut her eyes before guiding the Saiyan's thumb into her mouth. All of Vegeta's muscles tightened.
"Vegeta-" She began with a seductive blink. "I'm still thirsty." The Gravity Chamber would wait.