Her heart pounded as he stood inches away from her. His plump pink lips, just driving her mad. She just wanted to slam him against a wall, and kiss him senseless.
"Vegeta." Bulma purred as he placed her hand on his broad shoulder "Do you need something?"
"Food, woman." he said backing up shoving her hand to the side
Her head slightly lowerd, her heart begining to ache a little. "Ok." she said slightly disapointed
But what did she expect? He always treated her the same. Only talked to her when he needed something. Almost never made any contact with her at all, and if he did he would ignore her.
Sometimes she felt she wanted more in their relationship. She wanted to be more to him, than just a slave. She wanted him to love her, to show her how much he appreciated her.
She walked in the kitchen preparing sandwiches for the angry saiyan prince. Making sure to make it just the way he liked it, or she would surely get a shouting from Vegeta.
"Here you go!" she yelled placing the plate on the table
She looked up to see his frame enter the room, a towel wrapped behind his neck. The same neck she wanted to kiss, and lick. On the same body she dreamed of every night.
He groaned before digging into the sandwiches crumbs landing everywhere.
"You could try to actually get the food in your mouth." She huffed wiping his mess up
"Stop complaing woman." he said ignoring her comment