In one swift motion Bulma was pulled into a sweltering kiss that made her bones feel like they'd taken on the consistency of warm gelatin. She could only cling to Vegeta's biceps for purchase as his mouth overwhelmed hers with lustful passion that chased away all manner of reason that previously resided in her brain. Bulma moaned into Vegeta's mouth as his tongue caressed hers in a slow sequence of sensuality while his gloved hands gripped her bottom, pressing her body tightly against his fully rigid length.
When Vegeta broke their kiss to assail the sensitive skin of her neck with his lips, Bulma melted to the floor. The Saiyan easily caught her when her legs started to give way and lifted her up to wrap them around his waist, never severing his mouth from her as he carried her to the desk and laid her down onto the surface. Rough, scorching hands began branding Bulma's body all over, followed closely by soft, wet lips. Vegeta pulled the bottom of her blouse from her skirt up over her breasts and ripped the front of her nude lace bra apart, having no patience for the foreign article that impeded his carnal exploration of the blue haired siren's body. He hungrily devoured the newly exposed flesh, laving the swell of her full breasts generously with his tongue before nipping her erect nipples with his teeth. Bulma hissed in pleasure when Vegeta bit down on the tender, rosy buds, causing her already urgent arousal to climb higher.
The Saiyan tore himself from the woman's chest to give his attention to the origin of the beautifully potent aroma permeating the air in the room and beckoning to his senses. He pushed her skirt up around her midsection and spread her thighs before him. The hue of her panties was darkened by the excess moisture spilling out of her. Vegeta hooked his fingers around the sides of her panties and slowly removed them from her heat, finally laying eyes on her smooth, bare lips that were completely swollen with need and glistening. A clear string of her essence clung stubbornly from her core to her panties as Vegeta extended the garment further away from her body.
Vegeta watched that string in amazement as it kept stretching outward. It was glittering and shining in it's appearance from being kissed by the sunlight flowing into the room. He was mesmerized by the sparkling string of moisture. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever witnessed, he was in disbelief at how wet she was for him. His mouth was salivating as he leaned forward to claim a taste of the source of that stunning heaven. Until heaven's gates were promptly shut.
"I don't want this." Bulma sat up panting as she closed her legs to the starving Saiyan. His momentary trance had given her some reprieve from the libidinous high he was inflicting upon her and she regained her capacity to breathe. And think.
Vegeta looked down at her gushing entrance then back up at her in shock. "Woman, you cannot possibly mean that!" He alleged in a voice teetering on distress.
Bulma looked down in shame as she hurriedly pulled her blouse back down and her panties up then slid off the desk, ignoring the feeling of deprivation from his touch as she did so. She cringed as she felt her sticky liquid coating her inner thighs uncomfortably and the throbbing sensation between her legs that went unsatisfied. She couldn't believe what she had almost done. "King Vegeta, we can't do this. This is wrong. This isn't what I came here to do," Bulma insisted as she started for the door in escape.
Vegeta growled at her in disapproval. He was so hard he couldn't think straight and the woman's scent was driving him wild with need. There was no way he was going to let her leave before doing with her what he wanted to do-what he knew she wanted him to do. He grabbed Bulma's wrist before she could reach the door and and pulled her up against him. "Woman, there is nothing wrong about this," he said softly in her ear while sliding his hand slowly over her weeping sex. Bulma shivered, tingles raced across her skin and the haze of lust settled firmly over her again. She couldn't believe what was happening to her body. She did want it. Her body wanted nothing more than to be touched by him at that moment, as wrong as she knew it was.
And it was so wrong.
But knowing it was wrong did nothing to compel her to stop the irresistible man as he backed her up against the wall and descended down her body, pulling her panties down once more. The material fell to the floor and Bulma automatically stepped out of them, pausing her breath in anticipation as the Saiyan knelt to his knee and his face was right in front of her dripping entrance. He raised her left leg, hooking it on his right shoulder for better access as he ventured his tongue forward for a taste. Bulma's right leg trembled as Vegeta feasted on her, thrusting his tongue in and out of her and savoring the unique flavor of her feminine parts.
"King Vegeta," Bulma breathed out as she struggled to remain standing on her trembling leg. She gasped when she was suddenly launched upward along the wall when Vegeta stood upright balancing Bulma on both shoulders with his face now completely buried between her thighs. His tongue stroked her more rapidly and danced aggressively around her pink pearl.
Bulma moaned as the tendrils of ecstasy surmounting in her lower abdomen were getting more and more intense with Vegeta ravaging her delicate flesh relentlessly. "King Vegeta!" Bulma screamed when her orgasm erupted onto Vegeta's waiting tongue. Bulma grabbed handfuls of his thick black flame of hair and clenched her thighs around his head tightly as she rode the waves of her climax, not noticing when a stern faced man entered the room, grimacing as the smell of sex punched him in the face.
"Yes?" A sharp voice pierced the room.
Bulma eyes went wide at the newcomer and she nearly toppled over from her perch on Vegeta's shoulders trying to scramble down to the floor.
"Fuck," Vegeta muttered under his breath, setting the frantic woman back down to her feet. Had it been a whole hour already?
The man scowled at both of them as they tried to collect themselves, then he addressed Bulma. "You called for me, well here I am. I am King Vegeta," he clarified, without a single trace of amusement on his face.
Bulma gawked at the man, her face blistering red in humiliation. She looked between him and Vegeta, noticing for the first time that both possessed the same flame shape of hair, the same deep widows peak, and strikingly similar facial features. In fact, he could pass for an older version of the man who had just given her the best orgasm of her life. She looked back at Vegeta and realization gradually dawned upon her as she choked out,"So-, then you're-"
"Prince Vegeta, at your service." Vegeta took the opportunity to introduce himself to the woman for the first time. He deliberately licked his lips that were noticeably coated with her juices and grinned devilishly when he saw Bulma's confused expression morph into one of rage.
"The meeting will start 15 minutes from now, in the royal conference room," King Vegeta notified them in a no nonsense fashion, then told Bulma specifically, "Take this time to prepare, and if you wish to clean up beforehand, a guard is waiting outside of the throne room. He will escort you." Though it was phrased as an offer, it was communicated as a direct order. He couldn't have the scent of her arousal wafting all around the room during the meeting, working the council members into a frenzy. Bulma just nodded dumbly, too deeply embarrassed by this point for her face to become any redder. She could not have made a more hasty departure from the room.
Once Bulma left, King Vegeta turned to his son and fixed him with a glare so sinister that Vegeta would have feared for his life had he not been on the receiving end of that look countless times before.
"Welcome home father," Vegeta greeted, bowing his head. "I trust your journey was fruitful." he spoke very casually, as if he hadn't just been caught in quite a compromising position seconds ago. It came as no surprise to him when his father responded with a solid smack on the back of his bent head.
"Found your latest victim, have you?" his father snarled. Vegeta calmly raised his abused head and remained silent, knowing full well the question was a trap.
"Answer me, boy!" the king demanded angrily.
"I was-" Vegeta started to answer before he was struck hard again in the same exact spot. Damned if he did, damned if he didn't. He sighed in irritation as quietly as he could through his nostrils, so as not to further encourage his father's ire.
"Tell me, my son," King Vegeta spat out as if he regretted having a son at all, "What is the official punishment for impersonating the King—a treasonous crime?"
"Death," Vegeta replied smoothly without hesitation.
"And what should be the punishment for daring to defile the King's private study?"
"Death."
"And here you have committed both of these death worthy offenses! So what do you think should happen to you, boy?"
"I think that it is fortunate for me that I am the son of the King," Vegeta answered emotionlessly, though he was smirking on the inside. He knew his father would never kill him. Not over this, at least.
A vein was threatening to pop out of King Vegeta's forehead from sheer rage at his son's poorly concealed arrogance. The boy was so transparent and he was so tired of his shit. He was tired of it way before he walked in on him womanizing yet again, this time in one of the king's personal rooms no less. "You think because you're my son, you will go unpunished?" the king roared.
One look at his son told him that, that was exactly what he thought. "I'll tell you what boy," King Vegeta began in a deceptively compromising tone. "Answer me one question correctly and I will waive any and all punishment this time."
Vegeta perked up at this. One question? He was very knowledgeable, surely he'd be able to give the correct answer and escape punishment.
King Vegeta scoffed at the cockiness and hope he saw forming in the prince's eyes and he couldn't wait to dash it. He knew his son so he knew the boy didn't have a prayer of getting the answer right. "That scientist woman you had in here; what was her name?"
The prince visibly started at the unexpected question. Of all the things his father could have asked him. Her name? He could tell his father what she smelled like, what she tasted like, how she felt. He could even tell him how many times her muscles contracted around his tongue as she released her delicious orgasm in his mouth, but her name? Vegeta could not recall it if his life hung in the balance.
Fuck!
"Fool." the king smirked in satisfaction at his son's look of defeat.
What is her name? Vegeta wondered to himself, suddenly curious to learn it.
"As for your punishment," the king continued, "I discovered that you have been slacking on your documentation of war conflicts and diplomatic missions assigned to your leadership. You have several months of reports to catch up on and I expect them done immediately."
Vegeta cringed inwardly at this. He despised doing mission reports but he was thankful that he was getting off easy. All he had to do was access the mission logs in the electronic database and go back and fill in the necessary information. He wouldn't even have to enter everything manually as there were options to select pre-filled mission details that were usually standard for every mission. A tedious task but simple to do, it would not take him that long.
"On paper," King Vegeta added, having read his son's mind.
The prince grit his teeth in frustration at the addendum but maintained his composure. It would take him much longer now, yes, but still, this was not the worst of punishments. He could deal with this. "Yes, father," he said, bowing respectfully, expecting to be dismissed.
King Vegeta was far from finished with him.
"And you are barred from participating in combat, indefinitely."
Vegeta's self assured front instantly crumbled. "But, father! You cannot be serious!" he protested. No killing? No battling to the death? No blood of his enemies raining down on him in victory? What was he to do with himself?
The old man's gone too far this time!
"Yes, I am serious, Vegeta! I have warned you time and time again that you had better start taking your duties as the crown prince seriously! Do you know why I was so delayed in my return? I was busy cleaning up YOUR mess! I sent you to Kedna on a DIPLOMATIC VISIT, boy. Imagine my surprise when I went there only to find nothing but space dust where a planet should have been! Did you not think I would notice?" King Vegeta boomed.
"Those insolent weaklings openly denounced the reign of the Saiyan Empire! What? Was I supposed to just let them live after that?" the prince tried to reason with his father. Kedna was a planet full of weaklings on the outskirts of sector 54, that was worthless to the empire. They were defiant and cursed the whole Saiyan race to hell. Vegeta was sure his father would have destroyed them all too. His father had an even shorter fuse than he did.
"That weakling race was too weak to rebel against us! I did not need them to be loyal in order to profit from their labor!" King Vegeta was incensed at his son's ignorance. "Do you realize how foolish you made me look when I had to inform the buyers I had lined up for a huge shipment of Kednian textiles that the planet, along with all that rare merchandise that cannot be produced anywhere else in the universe was suddenly no more? Do you realize how much money you have cost me, Vegeta?"
"Fath-"
"Last I checked, The Kednians were alive and well according to the mission report you failed to update, Vegeta! I mean it, no fighting, and that includes sparring with the elites. You will only be allowed to go on diplomatic visits and you WILL execute and document them properly! Am I clear, boy?"
Vegeta balked at his father. Now he could not even spar with the elites? The only ones on the planet that presented any sort of challenge to him? This wasn't fair. None of it was fair. "But father! I am a Saiyan warrior! How can you not permit me to fight!"
"You are a Saiyan PRINCE and the future King of Vegeta. There is more to ruling than war and bloodshed. You must be well versed in the politics of your planet and every other planet in your domain, and you must be able to exercise diplomacy to your strategic advantage. Such is the life of a King! If you don't like it, then give up your claim to the throne and go live in exile like your brother, Tarble!"
Vegeta winced at the mention of his weak-hearted brother. He would never do something so disgraceful. "I understand, father," Vegeta verbally conceded defeat.
"Go gather the council members, we are already far behind schedule. But before you do that, clean up this room, boy." King Vegeta glared pointedly at Bulma's soiled panties that lay abandoned on the floor. "And you'd better stay the hell out of here."
"Yes, father."
"And wipe that crap off your goddamned face!"
Vegeta looked confused until he wiped at his face and saw red residue smeared on his fingers. The woman's lip paint.
King Vegeta scowled at his son in disgust. He would have let him walk around unsuspecting with red makeup on his lips, looking like the damn fool that he was, but he was a royal of Vegeta so his actions reflected not only himself, but the entire royal house of Vegeta. The king would not stand for him bringing shame to the royal house. He shot one last disdainful look at his son before he turned on his heel and left the room.
Vegeta angrily picked up his scouter that had been knocked to the floor. He couldn't believe how much trouble he'd landed himself in. That woman is hardly worth all of this! He groused to himself, even though he knew she wasn't fully to blame as the punishment was a long time coming. But it was better to blame her than blame himself. The prince strode over to the woman's panties and snatched them up, unable to resist a quick inhale of the scent soaked into them. It lightened his dark mood immediately. She wanted him. The undergarment was concrete proof of that no matter how much she tried to resist him, and at that moment, he decided that finishing what he started with the woman would be recompense for his punishment. Vegeta wasn't worried about getting into more trouble for fooling around with the woman, because short of killing him, his father could do no worse to him, he reasoned before he left to do the king's bidding.
Bulma was in one of the washrooms in the Saiyan palace fussing with her now dilapidated bun, trying her best to pull it together before her presentation for the royal council. Thankfully, she had a capsule on her that contained some beauty essentials. She was able to redo her lipstick and there was some moist towelettes in there so she could wipe away the evidence of her shame. Unfortunately, there wasn't a spare pair of underwear in there, though. Bulma frowned at her reflection in the mirror. Who was this person staring back at her? The Bulma she knew would have never done what she did in that room. How could she have let things go that far? And what was worse, was that it was by far the most amazing sexual encounter she'd ever experienced. She was so completely enveloped in his powerfully seductive aura that she forgot everything else, all she knew and craved was his touch. Common sense fell to the wayside and her brain checked out on her.
She felt incredibly disappointed and upset with herself...not to mention the guilt. Bulma shook her head, hoping to shake her feelings away because she couldn't afford to allow herself to dwell on them for long. She still had a very important mission to carry out, the fate of her planet rested upon her ability to deliver. She could only hope she didn't just jeopardize that with the horrible first impression she made on the real king. He probably thinks I'm a dirty whore! She lamented mentally. That was not her character, she was better than that. Bulma reminded herself that she was a gorgeous genius and her brilliant mind was second to none. Her inventions were amazing and King Vegeta was going to be blown away by them, that was all she needed to focus on and nothing else. But in the meantime, she planned to stay far away from Prince Vegeta. He made her do things she absolutely shouldn't do and feel things she absolutely shouldn't feel. He was dangerous.
He was a bad man.
When Bulma left the washroom she was lead back to the main foyer of the palace to meet up with her colleague. Having the previously forgotten man there with her was a relief now. She was reminded that she didn't have to go at this alone, her encounter with Prince Vegeta left her a lot more appreciative of that fact. Out of all her scientists, he was the only one that had the courage to accompany her to meet with the fearsome Saiyans.
"Miss me, handsome?" she greeted him with a big smile and friendly wink. Tanka really was good looking and with his tall stature and shoulder length blond hair, he looked more like a model than a scientist.
Tanka blushed lightly at his boss's characteristic flirting that he wasn't fully accustomed to yet. "Dr. Brief, I was starting to get worried. It's been an hour."
Bulma's face tinged red briefly as she remembered what occurred during that hour. Something she would never let happen again. "I kind of got held up," she laughed it off waving a hand in dismissal.
"But I'm confused, I was just informed that the meeting would begin shortly. I thought you already conducted the meeting by yourself?"
"No, no, that was just the warm-up meeting before the actual meeting," she spouted the ridiculous lie quickly. "The real meeting is in about five minutes," she said looking at her wristwatch. "We're ready," she said to the guard.
The Saiyan led them to the room she had seen earlier with the huge table surrounded by several chairs. But now the chairs were filled with Saiyan men of various ages, all looming and decked out in full armor and scouters. The only ones she recognized there were the king, the big bald Saiyan she met earlier, and the prince. Bulma flinched at little when her eyes met the cold, intimidating gaze of King Vegeta. She looked away quickly, only to accidentally make eye contact with a very smug looking Saiyan Prince. Bulma narrowed her eyes out at him and mentally assured herself before making her introduction.
Relax, Bulma. You've got this.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen. I am Bulma Brief of Earth, President of Capsule Corp and assisting me with the presentation today is, Tanka Beamon, one of our esteemed scientists," she began.
Bulma Brief...Vegeta tried out her name in his head, committing it to memory this time. And this time, he actually paid attention to what she was saying and found himself impressed by her intellectual abilities. She stunned the room when she pulled out a small device that instantly became a small transportation vehicle when she depressed the top of it and tossed it onto the table. Her audience was just as moved when she proceeded to reduce the vehicle back to capsule form. She made this same demonstration with a capsule refrigerator, then she went on to explain that much bigger objects, such as houses and spaceships, could also be capsulized and for an indefinite amount of time, with no ill effects.
Bulma was pleased with the way her presentation was going and all the impressed looks she saw around the room. However, when she snuck a glance at the king his facial expression was just as severe as ever. She started to get a little worried then. What if her encounter with Prince Vegeta effectively destroyed her chances at getting the king to welcome Earth into his empire? No, don't be silly Bulma, she chided herself. She hadn't even gotten to the best part yet. Her brand new invention was definitely going to capture the Saiyan king's interest. Bulma gave Tanka the signal to start setting up while she announced what that was.
"Capsule Corporation has been experimenting recently with gravity technology in preparation for this meeting. Because the gravity on planet Vegeta is 10 times that of Earth, ordinarily, it would be impossible for Dr. Beamon and I here to stand here without our necks snapping and organs collapsing under the strain of this planet's gravitational pull. But thanks to these," Bulma lifted up her wrists to display the thin gold cuffs encircling them, "We are able to move about the planet as comfortably as we would on Earth."
"The bracelets work by cloaking the body in an adjustable gravity shield that is not affected by outside gravitational forces or physical contact. The shield extends roughly 50 micrometers beyond the epidermal layer of the skin, invisible to the naked eye. We extended experimentation with gravity technology to our ships to create an environment that allows the user to manipulate the gravity inside the space, turning the ship into a gravity chamber."
Tanka pointed a remote at a white metal disc he placed in the middle of the table while Bulma was speaking, and an interactive 3D hologram of a white spherical ship emblazoned with the Capsule Corp logo sprung forth from the disc. As Bulma explained how the gravity inside of the ship worked Tanka used the remote to give the Saiyans a visual tour of the interior.
"My scientists and I theorized that this gravity technology could also be used as an extreme training tool; in that training under higher gravity than normal could result in more significant power gains than training under one's normal gravity tolerance would produce. In order to test that theory it wasn't safe to use a human subject so we decided to use a Saiyan since the Saiyan physiology is more resilient than humans, and you have a denser bone mass, making you less prone to injury."
Tanka clicked some buttons on the remote and the 3D image shifted into one of a tall Saiyan with wild hair, wearing an orange martial arts gi.
"Here was our test subject; 15 year old Saiyan fighter, Goku Son." The image was met with a chorus of gasps and comments from the council.
"Isn't that Bardock's kid?"
"He's the spitting image of Bardock. That must be Kakarot."
"He's been on Earth all this time?"
"So he didn't complete his first mission? Pathetic."
"He's lost his tail! What a disgrace!"
Vegeta was surprised as well. What was a Saiyan doing living on Earth? Did his father know about this? Vegeta observed his father, and through several years of experience in reading the man's facial expressions and body language, he detected no surprise in his father's perpetually severe countenance. He started questioning why his father would keep something like that from him, until it dawned on him that such details were likely included in the briefing he'd been given prior to the earthlings' visit. A briefing he'd neglected to read in full.
Bulma frowned at the negative comments the Saiyans were making about her longtime friend, but continued on as Goku's physical stats were lining the image. "This is Goku before he began a monitored, increased gravity training regimen for 3 months, up to a max of 50 times Earth's gravity."
"A power level of only 390?"
"What a weakling."
"Well, he is a third class."
King Vegeta's expression hardened when Goku's image was revealed. It was a reminder of the inadequacies within his empire. That one of their own botched an infant purge mission, that was completely forgotten about until recently, was unforgivable. Too many oversights due to lack of proper documentation were occurring lately and it was a major source of frustration for the king. Saiyans were the best at fighting, but not so great at record keeping and paperwork. However, he thought their disorganization might be useful in this case.
When the humans first made contact with him about their intended experiment concerning Kakarot, he allowed it because if it failed or something went wrong, it didn't matter because he had no use for a Saiyan who didn't know who he was and wasn't capable of completing a basic infant purge. If he was that much of a weakling, he had no care what happened to the boy, to be honest. But if the experiment was successful it could be a great asset to his empire. Beneath his austerity, the king was anxious to see the results.
"And these are Goku's stats after 3 months of intensive gravity training," Bulma said before Tanka manipulated the image again.
"It's over 6,000!" Vegeta growled out loudly in shock that transformed into anger in short order. If a weakling could experience such a dramatic power increase in that short amount of time, he could only imagine what he would have been able to accomplish with it. That gravity chamber should have been his, it should have been in the hands of the Prince of all Saiyans before anyone else. Instead, right under his nose, this awesome training tool was being wasted on some reject Saiyan. Vegeta felt cheated. He clenched his fists as the room erupted into chatter around him at Goku's noticeably improved physical build, and the vast difference between the old and new stats that now accompanied his image.
"Impossible!" Nappa cried.
"No third class could be that powerful!"
"That's an elite power level! A third class couldn't pull that off!"
"Quiet!" King Vegeta's booming voice rang out in the room and everyone ceased all side conversations and exclamations. "Get on with it, Brief," he ordered Bulma after there was silence in the room once more.
Bulma cleared her throat nervously before she continued. She had no doubt the king would be taken with the gravity technology, but his facial expression seemed even more foul after she revealed the marvelous results. He didn't appear the least bit impressed. Knowing that the Saiyans were a race of warriors who prided themselves on being the strongest in the universe, Bulma thought she couldn't miss with an invention that could promote huge power level increases. She expected the king to go gaga over it.
"This is our first prototype, it's still in the testing stages, but as you just saw, the results are incredible so far. Our next step will be developing gravity chambers for indoor use and we're planning a line of gravity training accessories to increase the difficulty of-"
"Are you able to increase the gravity level beyond 50G, woman?"
Bulma bristled at being interrupted by him. "I'm a genius, buddy. Of course I can," Bulma snapped haughtily.
The prince's eyes narrowed at her tone. It was cute before but he was so not in the mood for the woman's disrespect right now. "Well, genius, where is this gravity chamber of yours? You've wasted our time showing us useless things like your little refrigerator thing and your so called hover bike, but you've forgotten the most important thing!"
"As I just said; this is the first prototype. This project was newly developed before this scheduled meeting." Bulma struggled to articulate her reply in a somewhat civil manner. She would have preferred not having to interact with the prince at all.
"Well why did you not bring it?" Vegeta demanded. The king's eyes along with everyone else's fixed upon Bulma expectantly.
"Goku accidentally blew it up while he was training in it," Bulma admitted sheepishly. She wondered now if maybe she should have requested to push the meeting back until she finished conducting her tests with the gravity chamber and constructed more models. Perhaps she'd jumped the gun.
"Oh, isn't that rich!" Vegeta laughed mirthlessly. "You should have brought it straight here instead of letting that third class clown have it-and then the idiot goes and destroys it!"
"Hey!" Bulma shouted at him. She couldn't care less about trying to keep her composure and play nice with the infuriating prince anymore. Even though Goku was not the brightest character around, and honestly she called him an idiot sometimes too, she wasn't about to let him get away with it. "Goku is not a clown or an idiot! He's my friend!"
"Well I've got news for you. Kakarot was sent to your planet as an infant to destroy it, not to be your friend. But apparently he was too much of an idiot to carry out that ridiculously simple mission properly!"
Bulma faltered at the new information. Goku was sent to destroy Earth? No, that can't be true! "He would never do that!" she fired back. "Goku is too pure-hearted and has too much honor to ever kill innocent people!"
Vegeta's eyebrow started twitching in revulsion at how passionately the woman was defending the low-level, sorry excuse for a Saiyan. It was especially pissing him off for reasons that blurred between principle and personal. "What are you, fucking him?" he quipped callously.
"That is enough out of you, boy!" the king reprimanded sharply.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that, you little pint sized creep!" Bulma screeched. Everyone looked at Bulma in shock and a deadly silence fell over the room followed by whispers.
"Oh shit, she's done it now."
"Nobody insults the prince's height and lives."
"Welp, there goes her planet."
"This female's got a big set of balls on her."
Vegeta was shaking with barely restrained lethal energy as he rose from his chair to lean forward threateningly and plant his palms on the surface of the table. "Do you want to die, woman?" he clenched out the words through his teeth. Bulma felt a cold shiver run down her spine at the threat, he looked like he really might go through with it. But Bulma refused to back down, she squared her shoulders and crossed her arms over her chest defiantly.
"Not another word, Brief," King Vegeta ordered lowly.
"Being dead would be better than being forced to be in the same room as you a moment longer," Bulma seethed out with as much venom as she could muster, giving another blow of shock to her audience and setting off another round of whispering.
"How is she not dead yet?"
"I guess the prince has finally met his match."
"She may be human, but boy, does she have the mouth of a Saiyan woman."
"Get a load of those balls!"
"Everyone shut up right now!" the King tried again, furious that no one was listening to him anymore.
Vegeta's mouth stretched into a terrifyingly malignant grin. "Oh? You didn't mind being in the same room with me an hour ago when I had you screaming my name and cumming in my mouth." He accentuated his statement by slowly licking his lips. The other Saiyans erupted in laughter and provided some more choice commentary.
"As expected of our prince."
"That's game. She can't come back from that one!"
"She's a feisty little female, I bet she was good."
"Not even Nappa has the balls to stand up to the prince like she just did!"
"Shut the hell up, Toma!" Nappa growled.
Bulma's skin was so bright red in anger and humiliation at the prince and his subjects' commentary, she thought she'd burn alive from it. She officially hated Vegeta and would have killed him right then and there if she was capable of it. But since she wasn't, she settled for the next best thing. She took off her high heel and threw it at him as hard as she could.
Vegeta dodged it easily and was laughing downright jovially now. He'd won and there was nothing she could say or do about it. "Is it my turn to throw something now, woman?" he taunted her some more, "Here, you left these." He reached into his armor and threw her used panties onto the table, sending the Saiyans into a howling uproar.
"ENOUGH!" King Vegeta screamed as he blasted a hole in the table where Bulma's panties landed, incinerating the garment. "That is enough out of you two," he spat angrily at Bulma and Vegeta, who hardly heard him as they were deadlocked in a stare off. Bulma was so furious, that if she had a significant power level, her aura would have been crackling around her body tumultuously. Vegeta's eyes gleamed in excitement at her murderous expression. Made him feel all tingly inside.
"Vegeta! Brief!" The King finally got their attention that time. He glared pointedly at everyone in the room. "Everyone out," he barked. "Except you two," he directed at Vegeta and Bulma.
"Fun's over," one Saiyan whispered quietly to the Saiyan sitting next to him when the king wasn't looking in his direction. Everyone filed out of the council room until only the king, the prince, and the blue haired scientist was left. Tanka looked back hesitantly before leaving the room, not sure if he should but not wanting to chance attracting the king's anger upon himself.
"I don't know what the hell the deal is between you two-and I don't care-but if you ever make a mockery of my authority like that again, I will end you both," the king swore. "Vegeta, consider your punishment extended now."
The prince's victorious expression melted at that last decree. "But-" Vegeta began his protest only to be cut off as his father moved on to Bulma.
"And you, Brief. You've got spirit, I'll give you that, but you forget your place. Even though you are too pathetically weak do any damage, it is a capital crime to attack a member of the royal family for any reason. You'd better watch yourself, human. Remember, you are not on Earth anymore and I have killed over much less."
Bulma looked down at the floor, petulantly pouting her bottom lip out while Vegeta crossed his arms and stared angrily at nothing.
"Have I made myself clear to the both of you?" the king demanded loudly, angered by their display.
"Yes, sir," they mumbled childishly in unison.
The King shook his head at the pitiful pair and couldn't help but think how frighteningly similar they were to one another. He thought dealing with his son was a trial, but he'd be bald from ripping his hair out in frustration if he had to deal with those two together on a daily basis. "Brief, I will let you know of my decision concerning your planet after I have consulted with my royal council."
Bulma bowed to the king and said, "Thank you for your hospitality while considering my planet as an addition to your empire. We will depart as soon as we learn your decision."
"You're staying," Vegeta announced to the surprise of both the king and Bulma. "I have a feast planned for you earthlings this evening. You can leave in the morning."
"You did what?" his father questioned.
The prince shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "You're always saying I need to practice being more diplomatic. No better time than the present."
King Vegeta narrowed his eyes suspiciously at his son and he could feel a vein throbbing at the front of his forehead as he just stared at him. "Do what you want, fool," he finally snapped before briskly striding out of the room.
"What do you think you're doing?" Bulma hissed at him fiercely once the king was gone.
"Exactly what I said, woman."
"You can't hold me here! I'm leaving tonight!"
"You will leave in the morning. If you attempt to leave before then the palace guards will thwart you."
"Why are you doing this?" Bulma grieved.
"Because I'm the prince and I do what I want," Vegeta told her simply.
Bulma sputtered in rage at the maddeningly superficial response but couldn't come up with a retort. She couldn't stop him from stopping her from leaving; she hadn't the strength to defy him. She was at his mercy and that was an abominable feeling. Bulma gifted the prince with a look saturated in hatred then stormed out of the room much like the king had done moments before. Vegeta smirked after her before engaging the com link of his scouter.
"Nappa."
"Sire?"
"Instruct the cooks to prepare a feast tonight for the earthlings."
"Wow, Vegeta! You're really going all out!"
The prince chuckled darkly. "Just see to it, Nappa and escort them to the guest chambers. They will be staying overnight."
"Should I take them to separate rooms, or just one room to share?"
"Separate rooms, you idiot," Vegeta growled before disconnecting the link. He was sure he'd end up blasting Nappa into oblivion one day for his idiocy. As if he'd want his woman sharing a bed with another male. My woman? Vegeta questioned himself, a little startled at his sudden possessiveness of her but he quickly recovered when he considered the accuracy of that thought. She was his woman.
For the night.
AN: OMG! This was SUPPOSED to be a short little smutty one-shot (2 chapters MAX) and look what happened! I don't know where allll these freaking details came from. Sheesh! But don't be fooled by all the details people, this is still smut with a plot so I'm only planning 2 more chapters and a couple more lemons, hehe;) This was my first time writing a detailed lemon scene, by the way. Anyway, let me know what you think in the reviews, dear readers.
