Of course. Oooof Coooourrse. As soon as her new professor, Dr. Ouji, started reviewing the syllabus, Bulma's mind tortured her with the mental images of last night's 'activities'. She couldn't even look at him without thinking about his rough hands exploring her body, the way he kissed her neck, and how his cock...
Bulma blushed at where her thoughts had gone as she looked down at her syllabus, even then she could barely focus on the text in front her. His gravely, yet sophisticated voice only reminding her of the rather filthy things he whispered in her ear last night.
By the time Bulma was brave enough to look up again, Dr. Ouji had made his way to the front of his desk and was leaning back on it with his legs crossed at the ankles and his arms crossed over his broad chest. The casual posture contradicting the scowl on his face and the borderline threatening words he spoke as he outlined the expectations he has for his students.
It wasn't until he mentioned the very specific way he wants lab notes written did Bulma recall that this Monday/Wednesday lecture was only a portion of the class and she'd have a lab with him later in the week. Meaning three times a week — THREE! — she would have to endure this nightmare. But even worse, she couldn't dropout of this class, she needed it to graduate and he's the only one who teaches it!
Bulma put so much time and effort into this program so she could be taken seriously, and now she's the girl who fucked her professor? It was only 9:00am on the first day of class and Bulma was already having an identity crisis.
She battled with self loathing the remainder of period, and let out an exaggerated sigh when Dr. Ouji finally dismissed everyone. The heiress quickly packed up her belongings and jogged towards the door with haste.
"Bulma, a word?", she stiffened as she heard him call her name, apparently her exit was not as stealthy as she had hoped. "Dr. Ouji," she replied turning towards him but avoiding eye contact.
"Dr. Ouji? It was Vegeta this morning," he said to her with a smirk. Bulma gawked at him, her blue eyes wide in disbelief of his imprudence. She quickly looked around to make sure no other students were listening before turning back to her professor. "How about we pretend this never happened," Bulma said in an irritable whisper.
"What never happened? You fucking me last night or you throwing me out this morning, because both are fond memories I plan to hold on to." he whispered seductively as he leaned in closer. Her nose was invaded by his masculine scent and Bulma almost want to take a deeper inhale. She wanted to smell him again, taste him again. No. No!
"No!" she echoed her inner thoughts aloud as she jumped away from him. "There will be no memories, because this never happened! I'm your student! You're my professor! This cannot exist!" Bulma rambled, her irritation growing in to rage.
As she spoke, he ran his lustful eyes down her body devouring her form before returning to her face. "Quit looking at me like that!" she almost yelled while placing her hands on her hips.
"Like what?" he asked in a playful tone, feigning innocence.
"Like you've seen me naked." she grumbled as her eyes narrowed attempting to access his end game.
"Do you want to get a drink with me tonight?" he proposed, the smirk never leaving his face. Was this some kind of joke to him? Does he not understand the gravity of the situation?!
"THIS is inappropriate!" she huffed, "Has that ever occurred to you?!" With that, Bulma stomped away as an amused Vegeta watched her go.