Bulma woke, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dimly-lit room. Her head snapped upwards and she realized that her wrists were shackled to the wall by two rusty chains. Bulma started to panic as thoughts raced through her mind. Where was Vegeta? Did they get him, too? He didn't seem to be around her in the room. She started to think of the worst. What is he was---? No, he couldn't be. Bulma loved him, though he might not have thought the same way about her. She couldn't bear to think about that.
Bulma struggled against the cuffs digging into her skin. She cried out in rage and sank against the wall. A voice from somewhere in front of her spoke.
"Is that you?"
Bulma stood straight up. She knew that voice anywhere. Still, she wanted to be safe.
"Who's there?" she called out.
"What do you mean, 'who's there?'"
As he stepped forward, Bulma's heart skipped a beat. Even in the dim light, he looked perfectly gorgeous, making Bulma want him even more.
"Vegeta..." Bulma said so quietly that she almost didn't hear herself.
"What happened to you? One minute you were behind me, the next you were gone."
"How long did it take you to fine me? I was worried that they had gotten you, too."
Vegeta smirked. "You were worried about me? Why am I not surprised?" His eyes trailed up her arms, sending chills through Bulma. His smirk widened when he saw her wrists. "Handcuffs, huh? Are you sure they got you, or did you do this yourself?"
Bulma's face flushed. "You jerk! Do you think blood would be running down my arms if I'd done this myself?"
Vegeta's smirk didn't' move, but his eyes locked with Bulma's. "I like them." He lowered his face towards hers and kissed her, his tongue parting her lips. Bulma strained with the cuffs, wanting to touch him. It made her feel both scared and excited knowing that he had an advantage over her. Vegeta stepped closer, deepening the kiss. He ran his hands up her arms and lightly caressed the cuts on her wrists. Bulma gasped against his mouth. Vegeta took hold of the chains and pulled, yanking the chain from the wall and freeing Bulma's hands. He wrapped them around his neck and scooted her up against the wall. Vegeta stopped the kiss, but kept his hands on Bulma's waist. Bulma rested against the wall and stared at Vegeta. She wanted to kiss him again, but didn't dare move.
Vegeta smirked again. "I'm guessing you liked that?"
Bulma nodded, too shocked for words. Vegeta's smirk faded, but Bulma didn't care what expression he had on his face, he was still handsome no matter what.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"We've got to go," Vegeta answered. "Hold out your wrists."
Vegeta snapped off Bulma's cuffs. Bulma rubbed her wrists and was about to throw down the cuffs, when Vegeta stopped her, giving her his most mischevious smirk.
"I'd keep those if I were you."