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Vegeta paced the throne room impatiently and repeatedly checked the time display of the scouter situated over his right eye. His royal red cape billowed furiously in his wake each time his immaculate white boots abruptly changed course at the end of the imaginary line he'd been treading back and forth for the last five minutes, his tail flicking behind him in agitation. He glared at the rose colored lens accusingly for allowing the minutes to creep by at such an unbearably slack rate and, for the fourth time, he depressed the communication link button on his scouter and roughly demanded-
"Where the hell is he, Nappa?"
"I just received word that his ship will make planet fall in an hour, sire," Nappa quickly transmitted back to his querulous sovereign.
At this news, white boots came to an immediate halt upon the black marble floor they had been mercilessly trampling.
"Did you just say an hour, Nappa?" Vegeta asked in a dangerously low tone. He was sure that he had to have heard wrong.
Nappa gulped, he knew that tone well. "Er, yes sire, and also the earthlings have just arrived."
Vegeta cursed sharply, damning his unfortunate predicament and damning the person responsible.
I can't believe he set up this fucking meeting and then has the nerve to be late for it!
Vegeta hated meetings, he hated diplomacy, and he especially hated entertaining foreign emissaries, but it came with the territory of being a ruler, therefore he had to endure it. He would much rather be claiming gloriously bloody victories on a battlefield instead of suffering the bore of politics. The prospect of the meeting itself was irritating enough, but his mood was worsened now that he learned that he alone might have to deal with the earthlings for the hour or so it took for the ship to arrive. He really hoped this race didn't annoy him as much as the last group that came to the palace; he spent much of their visit just forcing himself not to blast them to bits.
Vegeta engaged the com link again. "Nappa, what are these earthlings like?"
"There's two of 'em sire, a man and a woman."
A woman? From the information in the report that he half skimmed, he knew the earthlings due to arrive were scientists but he had apparently missed the part about one of them being a woman. Female scientists were very uncommon in many parts of the universe, on Planet Vegeta especially.
She's probably an old wench.
"Describe the woman to me," Vegeta commanded dryly.
Nappa's tone took on an edge of lewdness as he responded, "You should see her, Vegeta. She's a pretty little female and get a load of this; her hair is blue."
For several moments there was silence at the other end of the com link, and then-
"I'll be right there, Nappa."
Bulma tapped her black patent leather pumps in a soothing rhythm as she sat in the foyer of the Saiyan palace. She looked down at herself, scrutinizing her outfit and wondering for the hundredth time if she made the right selection. She had chosen a tailored navy blue blazer and a matching skirt that came just above her knee, paired with a sleeveless, cream colored silk blouse with a tie front that she had fastened loosely at the base of her throat. Now she wondered if she should have gone with a crisp white cotton blouse instead, or if perhaps she should have worn earrings. The only jewelry she wore were two thin gold cuffs on each of her wrists, but those bracelets were serving a much more important purpose other than fashion.
One thing was for certain, she was thankful she had decided not to wear a pantsuit because the heat on Planet Vegeta was hell-like, and it was not much more of a relief being inside. Apparently Saiyans have something against air conditioning, she mused bitterly. Bulma smoothed back the stray tendrils of aqua hair that had fallen from the low bun at the nape of her neck and fanned her face with the folder she brought with her, completely unaware of the pair of black eyes intently watching her every movement.
From the top of the staircase at the end of the foyer, Vegeta looked down upon the blue haired woman with great interest. Clearly Nappa had not at all been putting him on, if anything, what he had told him of her was an understatement; she was a fantasy with her refreshing beauty and exotic hair color. He had seen creatures with blue skin, blue lips, blue nails, blue blood even, but never…
"Vegeta?" Nappa ventured cautiously.
Vegeta snapped out of his daze and once again became aware of his subject's presence at his side. He turned to Nappa and gave him some instructions, to which Nappa's eyes widened briefly in surprise then narrowed conspiratorially.
Bulma looked up when she saw a massive bald Saiyan with a thin black mustache approaching her, and she immediately stood up along with the male scientist seated next her.
"King Vegeta will see you now," Nappa relayed gruffly once he reached them.
Bulma adjusted her folder in the crook of her arm and nodded to her colleague.
Alright, it's showtime.
They both prepared to follow Nappa but the hulking Saiyan held a hand up to them halting their progress.
"Just you," Nappa said, his gaze directed toward Bulma.
The scientists gaped up at him in confusion at the unexpected order, but it was clear by the look in the burly man's eyes that the matter was not up for discussion. Bulma steeled her spine and shot her worried looking counterpart a reassuring look before she followed after Nappa. Obviously the original plan hadn't been for her to enter the meeting alone, but she was prepared to do so. She was more than confident in her knowledge and was more intimately familiar with the technology she was about to present than anyone, especially her latest invention, the invention that was going to save Earth.
The Saiyans were the most powerful beings in the universe and they did not have a reputation for being the most benevolent of rulers. Most of the planets under their rule they acquired for technological and political motivations, taking full advantage of whatever valuable resources the planet had to offer, and in exchange, offered the conquered peoples protection under their prodigious empire. However, any planet they deemed uncooperative or unessential to their dominion was in danger of being purged of all its inhabitants and placed on the planet trade market. Now Earth was on the chopping block, and unless Bulma could convince the King of Saiyans that Earth was a worthy addition to the Saiyan Empire, their place in the universe was uncertain.
Nappa led Bulma into the throne room and walked up to an inconspicuous door on the back wall that he accessed with a security code panel. They passed through the door and Bulma glanced around the room and saw that it held a huge rectangular table with several chairs around it, before they continued past it and came to the door of the room adjacent to it. She expected Nappa would open the door for her and let her inside, but he merely jerked his head towards it and left her standing there. Bulma frowned at his back. Stupid Saiyans. Every one of them she had encountered so far on her visit was just like this one, she thought; overgrown brutes. She assumed the king of them would no doubt be the same, probably worse, but she wouldn't let him intimidate her. Bulma reached for the door handle and went inside.
The room she entered looked to be a study or private office, and at the back of it, in front of a large ceiling to floor window in the middle of the wall, there was a man who couldn't have been much taller than herself, poised with his hands clasped behind his cape and facing away from her. His dark hair angled upwards upon his head in defiance to gravity, and unlike the rest of the Saiyans she had seen since her arrival, he wasn't a muscle bound giant. His form appeared to be very compact and lean. Bulma cleared her throat.
"King Vegeta?"
Vegeta turned his head to look at her standing in front of the desk behind him and Bulma was caught off guard by how young he was. She expected the king would be much older, not to mention taller, but he looked to be around her own age of 19 years. She also didn't imagine he'd be so handsome. She couldn't find a single flaw in his sharp angled features and the gentle sunlight streaming in from the window behind him, in combination with the reddish yellow tint of Planet Vegeta's atmosphere, gave him the appearance of being encased in a golden aura. He looked like some kind of god. Bulma swallowed and extended her hand to him in greeting.
"Pleasure to finally meet you, King Vegeta. I'm Bulma Brief of Earth, President of Capsule Corporation," she introduced herself in her best professional voice.
Vegeta made no move to take her hand, he didn't notice it was there. He found the blue haired woman to be even more stunning up close, and her eyes…he hadn't noticed from afar that they were the same striking blue hue as her hair and he was caught by their resplendence.
Bulma felt awkward with her lone hand outstretched between them, and she wanted to kick herself when she realized she was foolishly initiating an earthling greeting that was likely unfamiliar to his alien culture. She began to withdraw her hand in embarrassment but then his hand shot forward and clasped hers in his own.
The Saiyan was indeed unfamiliar with the earthling custom, but at the last second he decided to take advantage of her outstretched hand. He had an urge to know the feel of it. The woman's hand was so tiny, fair, and so soft in comparison to his large, tan, calloused one. He wondered if the rest of her body had the same satiny texture. He was loath to release her, but release her he did, and he sat down at the desk and continued to study her. She was delicate and feminine, so unlike Saiyan women with their masculine musculature and harsh demeanor. Vegeta pushed a button on his scouter and got a reading on her power level, it was a paltry 11. He wondered how such a weak creature could bear the gravity of Planet Vegeta.
When he first took her hand Bulma thought maybe he did know what a handshake was, but he had simply held it for a few moments and then let go of it; there was no "shake" involved. She stood there for some seconds afterwards unsure of his reaction. The man's features were unreadable and he hadn't uttered a single word to her yet, so she decided to jump right into her presentation. She pushed her semi-rimless glasses up on the bridge of her nose and began.
"I was sent here by Earth's king as an official emissary because I am one of the best and brightest minds our planet has to offer. My company-"
"What is that contraption on your face, woman?" Vegeta demanded.
Bulma blinked, startled by his deep voice interrupting her so suddenly, and then her cheeks turned scarlet. Oh my God, Is it that obvious? "Uh, wh-, my glasses?" she stuttered, immediately feeling self conscious that apparently the king had seen right through her. Her vision was perfect, the stylish frames were merely for show. She had worn them in an effort to try to appear more older and professional looking, but she regretted the decision now.
"Take them off," Vegeta ordered. He didn't like them. They partially obstructed the brilliance of her eyes. "Glasses" didn't suit the woman, he decided.
"Alright…" she said hesitantly complying with the odd request.
Bulma took a deep breath and removed the glasses. Things were not going as she had planned, she was off to a questionable start and her confidence was dwindling. Focus Bulma. But it was hard for her to focus under the weight of the Saiyan's impenetrable gaze. It was both stoic and very intense at the same time. She slipped the glasses into her jacket pocket and those simple movements made her become uncomfortably warm. The room was suddenly oven-like.
"Would you mind if I removed my jacket? It's really hot in here," Bulma said laughing nervously, hoping to lighten the atmosphere.
Vegeta's impassive countenance moved to accommodate a small smirk. "Saiyans like it hot," he said, amused at the woman's flustered state.
"Yes, I noticed," Bulma commented absently as she took off her jacket, totally missing the suggestive undertones of Vegeta's reply. She looked around the study with her jacket in hand, unsure of where to hang it.
"Where may I put this?" she inquired politely.
With a short wave of his hand Vegeta indicated the surface of the bare desk he was seated behind, so Bulma carefully laid her jacket down to the left of him. When the material landed upon the desk, her scent leapt off the cotton fibers and wafted up to his astute nose. He closed his eyes and breathed it in, letting it fill his senses completely. He couldn't place the sweet fragrance, all he knew was that it was nothing short of intoxicating. If her mere garment could smell that delicious, he could only imagine what the scent of her flesh had to offer. His eyes were half lidded when they opened and looked up at the woman standing in front of him, rifling through the papers in her folder, absolutely oblivious to his burgeoning desire.
Bulma reviewed her notes, attempting to refocus her mind on what she was there to discuss. She had no idea why she was so nervous. Yes, the fate of the Earth depended upon the success of this meeting, but despite that, she was only doing something that she had done hundreds of times before. In essence, this presentation was no different than any other she had given in which she had always been assertive, articulate, and persuasive, even under a great deal of pressure. All she had to do was summon those qualities that she knew very well that she possessed, right then and there, and everything would turn out fine.
Bulma neatly straightened her papers back up and closed the folder, but when she looked back up to address her sole listener, all the confidence she had just built up within herself crumbled the moment she met his eyes. His previously inexpressive obsidian eyes had grown impossibly darker, and his eyelids were heavy in a way she did not dare give a name to, but that was effectively making her feel as though her clothes were transparent. Bulma quickly re-opened her folder and dropped her gaze down to the top page of notes in an effort to avoid Vegeta's bedroom eyes. Why is he staring at me like that? She could feel heat rising to her cheeks as she tucked a stray hair behind her ear and began to speak again.
"So as I was saying before, my company, Capsule Corporation, is the largest and most advanced technological company on earth. Though we humans have only recently become a space-faring race, uh-" Bulma faltered when she glanced up to see the Saiyan remove his scouter, casually rise from his seat, and come around the desk towards her.
Vegeta slowly approached her, his tail waving lazily underneath his cape as he let his eyes roam over her body at their leisure, absorbing all the signs of her distress; the way she frequently swallowed, the prominent flush adorning her cheeks, her excessive blinking, and the way she repeatedly licked her crimson painted lips. Vegeta was very curious about that lip paint. He wanted to taste it.
Bulma looked back down at the paper that was serving no purpose other than to distract her from the handsome alien's seductive gaze, and hurriedly continued.
"Even though we've only recently become a space-faring race, certain technologies produced at Capsule Corp. are far superior to that offered by the most technologically advanced planets in the Saiyan Empire-"
"Aren't you a little young to be the leader of such a powerful company?" Vegeta interrupted, coming to a halt at her left shoulder.
Bulma's head snapped up and her cerulean eyes were alight with indignation. "Aren't you a little young to be a king?" she shot back before she could stop herself, and her mouth clamped shut in horror immediately after the words left her lips. Her face was burning in embarrassment, she couldn't believe she had just mouthed off to an insanely powerful alien who held the fate of her world at his discretion.
Way to save Earth, Bulma!
Vegeta's eyes flickered with amusement. A fiery one. Normally he would never tolerate that kind of insolence from anyone, but seeing that spark of passion in her vivid irises excited him. He said nothing as he resumed his little stroll and walked past her.
"I-, what I meant to say was I-, just like you, I have also accomplished a lot at a very young age…" Bulma quickly began to backpedal, rattling off a list of all the numerous scientific achievements and accolades she had obtained in her short life.
"Impressive," Vegeta murmured, though not in response to her babbling. He was standing a few feet behind the woman now admiring the back view of her. The skirt she was wearing was not form fitting, but her luscious curves were distinguishable nevertheless, and there was a small slit at the bottom of the garment that allowed a tantalizing peek of the back of her thighs. It was driving him mad. He stared at the slit, silently willing it to go higher. Saiyan women walked around in very revealing armor that left almost nothing to the imagination, but somehow the earthling's modest dress proved more provocative.
When Nappa first told him of this blue haired woman he had only wished to get a good look at her, creatures with blue coloring intrigued him, but he knew now that he would not be content with simply looking. He watched her squirm as she continued to prattle on. She kept rubbing her thighs against each other every so often and he wondered if it was just out of nervousness or perhaps something more. Vegeta scented the air but was disappointed when he did not catch the scent he was hoping for. But that can be helped. He smirked and walked up behind the unsuspecting beauty.
Bulma's breath caught in her chest mid-sentence when she became acutely aware of the Saiyan's presence directly behind her, not more than an inch away. A pulsing heat was emanating from his body and warming her all over, but the heat wasn't at all stifling; it was a pleasant sensation that rippled through her entire being like gentle waves of electricity. She licked her lips and opened her mouth to speak but no words came. Her eyes fell closed when she felt him lean his head down to the back of her pale, slender neck and graze it with his lips, just barely. The contact was so feather light, Bulma almost thought she imagined it.
"King Vegeta?" Bulma managed weakly.
Then those lips were right next to her ear.
"Yes?" he breathed, his voice dripping with lust.
Bulma clenched her shut eyelids together more tightly as she desperately tried to keep her body from shuddering in response to the husky timbre of his velvety voice, and warm breath caressing the contours of her ear. What is he doing? What am I doing? As a beautiful young woman in a field dominated by men, she was used to lewd advances and sexually charged comments, and she had never before hesitated to shoot them all down in reprimand. Bulma wondered why she wasn't doing so now. This is crazy. Bulma, you have to put a stop to this and get this meeting underway, Earth is counting on you, she chastised herself inwardly. Before she considered whether or not she really wanted to, she squared her shoulders and stepped away from the erotic alien.
"King Vegeta, I would love to continue if you would stop being so inappropriate. I insist that you please return to your desk so I can get on with my presentation," Bulma said, reprising her professional voice and not daring to turn around and meet his eyes.
The Saiyan growled softly at her back and let out a small sigh of discontent that he would not get a chance to taste the delectable earthling after all. He admitted to himself that perhaps he had come on too strong, too fast for her, but he couldn't help that the blue haired creature was so damn tempting. He had never been so attracted to a woman in his life, and it was all he could do not to pounce upon her like his animalistic Saiyan nature was urging him to do. Vegeta forced himself to walk away from her, accepting that he would just have to control his bodily urges and allow her to finish her discourse. As Vegeta passed from behind the woman, his errant tail found its way underneath her skirt.
Bulma jolted in surprise and then bit her lip as the mischievous appendage brushed over the highly sensitive skin on her inner thigh, and briefly tickled her nether lips with its soft fine hairs through the lace pattern of her panties. She knit her eyebrows together and sighed in pleasure as the fleeting contact broke through her last wall of resistance, and the heat that had been building up inside of her pooled down to the juncture of her thighs.
Vegeta had just reached the side of his chair when he abruptly stiffened, then his muscles gradually slipped back into repose as he closed his eyes and tilted his head upward to fill his nose with the scent that had just been released into the air. It was the scent he had been longing for from the moment the woman had entered the room; the scent he had very nearly given up hope of savoring. Vegeta purred in appreciation of the heavenly aroma of Bulma's arousal that was calling to his virility, he couldn't have predicted that she would smell this appetizing. He was ravenous.
Time to have a taste.
Bulma's eyes widened in panic when the Saiyan suddenly turned back around and deliberately began to approach her with a wicked smirk present upon his gorgeous face. She felt a strong urge to run but her feet wouldn't obey.
"Wh-, what are you doing?" she stuttered out in alarm.
Vegeta kept approaching.
"Please sit back down," she pleaded, desperate now.
He was nearly there.
Bulma thrust her folder out in front of her in attempt to ward him off, but Vegeta just plucked it from her hands and tossed it on the floor. Bulma gasped, her heart pounding in her chest as she backed away from him, and it only pounded harder when she happened to glance down at his full grown erection that was straining against his spandex body suit, and extending down the side of his muscled thigh for an impressive length. A fresh supply of moisture flowed down into her already saturated panties as she gazed at it, and she unconsciously licked her lips in want.
The simple action incited the Saiyan more and he decided that he'd had enough of the woman licking her lips. Now it was his turn.
AN: This is a short fic I came up with about 3 years ago, that I was not intending to upload, and totally forgot about it until I stumbled across it today! Let me know if you guys want me to continue it. Oh, and this is definitely a lemony fic, people...it's basically smut with a plot.