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The first time I saw him smile, there was only one thought racing through my mind:

"I'm gonna fucking die!"

Bulma Briefs

Krillin's face had always been expressive, leaving no doubt about the exact thoughts in his mind. That tended to get him in awkward situations, especially with the ladies. His easily triggered nosebleeds were a pathetic and dead giveaway too, to say the least. And so here they were: in a strange planet, holding on to a gigantic dragon ball, and gazing upon two of the deadliest soldiers of a murderous intergalactic tyrant. Terror, anxiety, and regret were clear all at once on the bald warrior's face as he wracked his brains for a way out of the situation.

Being the brightest woman on Earth and with two noble prizes to her name, one would think Bulma Briefs would be scheming an escape plan too. Certainly, Krillin was praying for her to be doing so. Except... she was fawning over the green-skinned warrior. Go figure!

'My goodness, he is so hot... that perfectly toned body with such a stylized face!'

Although Vegeta and Zarbon were putting up quite the show, Krillin's attention drifted to Bulma and her odd expression, which was starting to look a hell lot like Master Roshi, drool and all.

"Bulma, are you alright?" Krillin shook her slightly by the shoulders, almost splashing drool all over himself. "Ughh Bulma, you ok?"

"Mmmh... so hot... big arms... delicious lips... thick-"

Krillin uttered a colorful string of curses and chastising remarks but Bulma paid no mind: her mind was solely focused on the ripple of the muscles of that handsome man, wondering how they would tense if she ran her tongue all along them. Shivers were running all over her body, stimulating all the right places and almost making her moan. Being so lost in her fantasy, which now included a hot tub and massage oil, she almost missed the moment Zarbon doubled his size and grew warts all over. What. The. Fucking. Hell.

"Still thinking of smooching him?" Krillin mocked her, wiggling his eyebrows at the giant toad being beaten to a pulp by Vegeta.

"SHUT UP, YOU JERK!"

Now with her fantasy broken, the heiress to Capsule Corp. could focus on the frenzied battle going on before her. Sure, she had been around warriors and massively muscled men since she was a teenager, but this was different. Bulma had never seen anyone fight with such speed and grace, not even Goku. Back on Earth, she had missed the chance to see the battle between her friends and the Saiyans and when told about it, she had assumed the tales of Vegeta's incredible fighting skills had been an exaggeration out of fear. But damn, the man could fight.

Bulma had a soft spot for tall men with long torsos and perfect teeth, making her infatuation with Zarbon -somewhat- understandable. She never imagined she would be impressed by a man who was shorter than herself and with such a compact build, despite his solid muscles. But damn, his body looked so lithe and graceful performing such crude moves. His kicks and punches were all perfectly synchronized, and the speed at which he responded to lightning fast attacks left her speechless. The raw strength and dominance his every move exuded rendered her unable to tear her gaze away. Having a Ph.D. in physics and thorough experience around fighting men, she was well acquainted with the physics of fighting arts and she could state this was no brute banter. It was obvious Vegeta had mastered his body and turned it into a perfectly honed killing machine.

Bulma would've been more comfortable if she had felt a surge of desire down her spine at the sight of such a man. But all she felt was awe and a strange respect at such display of mastery and discipline. Was this what being a prince of a warrior race meant? Even if he was stronger, Bulma doubted Goku could ever duplicate the mastery of skill the Prince of all Saiyans displayed.

"Damn..."

By the end of the battle, Krillin was vaguely aware that Bulma was anxiously biting her lip. But his mind was soon scrambling for a way to distract the murderous alien from his initial intent of killing them and taking the dragon ball. So caught up was he in that he missed Bulma's sharp gasp, which odddly resembled a heated moan.

Basking in his increased power, Vegeta straightened his back and lifted his chin proudly. Nothing would stop him now at the rate his power was growing: he would rule the universe without a doubt. He turned his black gaze in the direction of the sinking green alien, satisfaction surging deep in his chest. Yes, retribution indeed was sweet. Fueled by the feral pride and adrenaline he was still feeling, his lips curled upwards slightly, flashing a hint of perfectly white and sharp teeth. Namek might as well have trembled at the power and pure satisfaction emanating from this man. Then his gaze fell on the cerulean depths of Bulma's eyes, the sight burning a deep mark on her memory.

'I'm gonna fucking die!'