Vegeta stared at her long and hard. What the vixen had in mind surely couldn't be as insane as his thoughts proposed. She had her moments of unbridled adrenalin seeking rages, but to be up against something he had no knowledge of scared him. Perhaps much more so now that across the woman's lips was the most wicked of grins he had ever seen. Then as if on cue there was a knock at her door. Seconds later a bumbling Goku came stumbling into the room. A frown graced the Saiyan Prince's face. What the devil?
"Kakkarot? What the hell is this fool doing here?"
The Saiyan exchanged with his prince the same look of displeasure and confusion, but kept his thoughts to himself. The audible rumble in the man's chest was all Vegeta needed to understand. He narrowed his eyes, obsidian orbs glaring irritably. Just what was this fool doing here? Ever since Bulma's return to Chikyuu, Kakkarot has done nothing but throw himself into some sick fixation over the woman, always seen with, or caught stalking, her.
Goku sneered at his prince with a dark desire to tear the royal limbs off his undeserving body. So selfish he was, always thinking he had a right to the things he wanted and never truly working hard for what he desired. He always had it in the palm of his hand. Not Goku. Never Goku. No one every truly knew, or even bothered to understand, what it was the man suffered for the better of Chikyu's inhabitants.
He was in true right to whatever he wanted and not even the loyalty to his royal highness was going to be enough to stop him. He would tear Vegeta in two this night if need be.
The sound of the door lock pulled both men out of their thoughts and brought their attention back on Bulma. Her face was lowered, her face unreadable by either man. It was not until the corner of her mouth curled into a wicked grin that it dawned on both of the men that she had gone and done this on purpose.
"Bulma-" Kakkarot had begun, only to be silenced by the finger that touched at his lips. Just as quickly they were replaced by a pair of soft inviting lips.
Vegeta's shock was beyond apparent. His face had gone pale and his body tensed, as if ready to rip the couple apart, but remained frozen to the spot. Never had he expected something like…this. The object of Vegeta's affection, making out with another man before him; and not just some other man, but Kakkarot! Of all people! He growled. His fists balled at his side, knuckles turning white as the smell of arousal began to rise. His pride kept him from fully inhaling the intoxicating aroma and forcing his way between the two to take over the little make out session. Oh, Goku was sure to be displeased if that were to occur.
As if having read his mind, she ended the kiss, and turned her burning blue gaze on him. Kakkarot had seemingly lost his mind in the kissing frenzy and continued to assault her neck with a barrage of kisses and nips. In a way she seemed unaffected by her desire, yet completely consumed. Still, he was in shock and perhaps it was the unnerving sight of Kakkarot that caused the prince to question his own sanity. None of this could actually be happening right? Not Kakkarot….
"Goku and I had made plans to 'see' each other this evening. As you may know, oh great prince, I have called upon you for this very reason." A guttural growl sounded from the man at her throat, but a gentle caress across his cheek brought him into an instant realm of calm. Even Vegeta's jealous growl had been soothed to a purr. Oh what wondrous things this infuriating woman could do to them both.
"I asked for money, you gave me money. I wanted power and you handed me the controls of the universe." She smirked, the dark look in her eyes growing ever present. "Now I want the savior of Chikyuu."