**I told you I am a woman of my word. I saw those two reviews 1:10am and began this Chapter...took me hours its now 5:30 am lol Thanks for the reviews. The two that enjoyed my first two chapters here is chapter 3..Its pretty long but you will love it!**Enjoy! Im going to get working on Ch.4 later Im TIERD ^_^
Chapter 3 Pursuit
Three long and quiet weeks had passed since the incident in the hallway. For the most part Bulma and Vegeta went on with their lives and daily activities like it never happened. Vegeta was definitely a little bit more withdrawn than normal, but none the less both continued on with their lives as if nothing happened…outwardly.
Bulma was definitely embarrassed that she started to grow feelings for Vegeta. There was really no reason for her to feel anything, he wasn't exactly an ideal candidate for a boyfriend, but there was something about him. She kept recalling to that night when Vegeta had her pinned to the wall. She saw something in his eyes, they weren't as dark as they normally were, and he wasn't as cold. Weather he knew it or not he had shown her something he never had before, and that was emotion. His eyes were burning with passion and that let Bulma believe that it could possibly mean that the Prince of Saiyan's could maybe feel love.
During those three weeks Bulma continued to cook and clean after Vegeta, fixing the gravity room, ect. She tried to keep composure and act normal around him as best she could. She often found it difficult to not just stare at him and admire his devilishly handsome good looks. For a while Bulma had hopes that maybe Vegeta felt the same way and he would maybe approach her, but they quickly faded. It didn't take long for Bulma to expel that thought, Vegeta had way to much pride to ever express interest in a woman. She was used to men approaching her and offering romantic advances. Let's face it, Vegeta would die before bringing her a bouquet of flowers and asking her on a date. Right then and there Bulma decided for once she would switch roles, and step out of the box she was accustomed too. The dark Prince touch seemed to have put a spell on her, she made up her mind. Bulma Breifs was going to pursue one of the most deadly killers in all the worlds.
This morning Bulma got up extra early. She was going to get Vegeta's undivided attention today if it was the last thing she did. She took a bath using her favorite shower gel fragrance, Moonlight Path, which she only used for very, very special occasions. After she was done washing up, Bulma began her makeup regimen. Applying subtle colors, Bulma was going for a fresh 'natural beauty' look. She decided on a simple yet attractive hairstyle, Bulma combed her long hair to hang down the sides of her face, putting a medium sized hump in the middle. Once satisfied with her hair she slid into a casual, but sexy purple dress. It was a little short in the back because of her round derriere, and she was going to use it to her advantage. The dress clung to her like it was her skin, accentuating her hour glass figure, also giving an awesome view of her round and perky breasts. Quickly she threw on some purple heart shaped earrings, and matching necklace, slid into some black flats. Bulma painted some lip gloss on her lips, blew a kiss at her reflection and started downstairs to make breakfast for her prey.
Bulma had 30 minutes before 7:00 am, she quickly, but carefully prepared some scrambled eggs, Belgium waffles, bacon, sausage, and fresh hand squeezed orange juice. She finished with 3 minutes to spare. She checked her makeup, brushed some frizz from her hair and sat down, waiting for her company. As always at 7:00 am she heard the footsteps coming toward the kitchen. Vegeta. "Good morning", she purred, "how did you sleep?"
Vegeta walked two more paces before he was halted. He couldn't believe his eyes, the woman look exceptionally gorgeous today, she literally took his breath away. He realized he must have displayed a shocked look on his face by her facial expression and quickly "humped" and took his seat.
"I slept like I always sleep", he replied.
Bulma giggled, "I see, well I—", she was completely interrupted by the sounds of Vegeta eating. Bulma frowned but quickly had an idea for recovery. "Hey Vegeta do you want some jelly for your toast?"
"Hmm, let me think…No shit woman don't I always?" he growled. Vegeta was trying to sound as intimidating as possible; he didn't want the "Blue Bombshell" having any clue on his real feelings at the moment. Hopefully getting that jelly would help him focus on something other than her.
"Grape or strawberry?" she smiled.
"Grape" he replied through gritting teeth. Bulma rose from her chair and got the grape jelly from the fridge. She pretended to have dropped it accidently in front of her (aiming for the mat in front of the sink so the bottle wouldn't break) and bent down, slowly and exotically, making sure her ass was in the Prince's eyesight.
Vegeta couldn't believe what he was seeing. What is this minx doing? Vegeta's thought was interrupted once he caught glimpse of her ass cheeks peeking from under her dress. He swallowed hard, and whipped his head to the right, so he couldn't see anymore. He was starting to feel extreme arousal coming over him, trying to think of anything to make it go away. Freiza in a dress, with a cheesy blonde wig, dancing like an idiot. That seemed to calm him down ^_^ Bulma chuckled, "oops", placing her hand seductively over her mouth. She picked up the jelly and strolled over to Vegeta placing the jelly in front of him. "Here you are", she stood straight and proud, with her breasts peeking through her dress, tantalizing the Prince.
Vegeta's eyes lowered onto her chest and he felt the sensation again. He felt butterflies in his stomach; he hadn't felt this feeling since he was a child. The woman was sexy as hell, he had never seen her like this, and it was totally left field. What the hell is she doing? Is this bitch trying to seduce me? Vegeta began to speculate that maybe she was up to something, plotting something against him. He sprang from the chair reaching out for the woman. He grabbed her by her arm, his grip firm but not enough to cause pain…yet. He dragged her close to him.
"What the fuck are you up too? What the hell is all of this? You better talk the truth woman, or prepare to see the next dimension!" He tightened the grip just a little more, just to prove he meant business. Bulma sucked in a ton of air out of shock and almost choked.
"N n n nothing Vegeta, honest. I just made breakfast like always, there's nothing going on I –"
"SCILENCE!!" He could smell the fear and the lies all over her. Lying whore, she's up to something but what?
"You are lying bitch." He tossed her into the fridge, and then snatched up the front of Bulma's dress. "Are you plotting against me? You and those pathetic weaklings are trying to kill me eh?" Now Bulma was terrified. At first she was just embarrassed to be honest. She didn't want to say that she had a crush and she was trying to get his attention, but plotting against him? Never. Geez he is beyond paranoid, I'm trying to seduce him and he takes it as me trying to put him in a trap to kill him.
"What?! No, there is no secret plan, I was just trying to be nice!"
"Oh? So explain this fucking getup you have on. You never dress this way especially at 7:00 in the fucking morning. Your parading yourself like a piece of meat, like some whore, I demand an answer and I demand it now." His eyes were twitching with anger, he squeezed tighter.
"Kami! Vageta please, I am not plotting anything against you pl—" Ah so she still wants to speak the untruth. Fine. Fuck it. She's a distraction anyway. He still smelled fear oozing off of her; Vegeta had enough of her lies. The saiyan was convinced she was trying to make him vulnerable so she could kill him. She wasn't going to get away with it, not if he killed her first. Vegeta held his palm to her stomach, a smirk sliding over his mouth. Bulma felt the heat getting hotter and hotter against her body. Vegeta had a red ki blast building in his hand; he was getting ready to kill her!
"Ow, Kami please! Okay, okay, please don't kill me Vegeta I'll tell you"!
"Talk quickly woman", Vegeta still held the forming ki to her stomach. He didn't know why he even waited for her response naturally he would have just killed without further question. He gave her two chances; this warrior was no three strike man. But something inside of him was holding him back from killing her. Deep down inside he didn't want to hurt this girl. He hated to admit it, but she was all he had. He hated her, she was annoying, but they had a connection. They lived together for months, they shared meals together. He wouldn't call her his friend, but something like a companion, a companion that he cared for. He didn't like to see her cry, see her sad, he preferred her cherry so she would always be in the mood for verbal battle. The Prince assumed he cared for her because he knew deep down she cared for him too. She was all he had, and she is trying to kill him. Then he caught himself, snap out of it Vegeta. Caring for some stupid alien whore? So what she took you in? She's a pest, and she's weak, not worthy to care for! He was pissed that he kept feeling these things for her. He thought back to the day that she bumped into him naked. He was infuriated, but after they touched he felt something. He felt like some of her became him. She was always on his mind. He knew sexually he was attracted to her, but there was something else...There is just something about her…What the hell is wrong with me?
"Well? Spit it out" he was getting impatient.
"I wore this dress to get your attention. Everything I have done this morning was to get your attention."
"Get my attention for what you fool? Trying to seduce me is your way of trying to get my attention!" Vegeta was flabbergasted, what did she want his attention for?
"I was trying to look attractive on purpose, not necessarily to seduce you but to get your attention. I did it because I like you Vegeta", she said the last part so low that if he didn't have such keen hearing he would have missed it.
"Like me? What the fuck are you getting at" He pulled the dress so tight it ripped a little bit.
"Yes I like you ok? The past month I have had some feelings toward you, and I decided to try and peruse you". Vegeta felt a knot in his stomach. He almost knew the answer to this question, but he decided to ask anyway.
"Pursue me how?"
"Romantically, I am attracted to you Vegeta. You didn't do anything to lead me on, it's just that there is something about you I just became attracted that's all, nothing more, nothing less". She couldn't believe she said it. She admitted she liked Vegeta, Prince of the warrior race. Vegeta closed his palm dissipating his ki blast. And he loosened his grip on her arm. He looked at her with puzzling eyes. Bulma noticed his face softened and by the wrinkles on his forehead she knew he was in deep thought.
"Woman." He didn't know what to say. Part of him was happy. That part of him wanted to take her as his woman, but he knew he could not. Vegeta was for himself, he want the type to take a mate. He would fuck a girl here and there, but make a woman his own? That was out of the question. He was disgusted by this revelation; he couldn't believe part of him was happy to know she 'liked' him. He released her completely and turned to walk away.
Bulma was in shock. He wasn't going to kill her. The woman couldn't help being upset, her pursuit was ruined, he tried to kill her, and then when she explains her feelings he walks away? She rubbed her arm trying to alleviate the pain from the death hold he had her in. Bulma saw him walking away but she couldn't give up without a fight, she wasn't. She ran behind him placing her hand on his bicep.
"Vegeta, wait" she looked up at him, still a little fear in her eyes, but mostly determination. He just stared back at her, he couldn't believe all these emotions he was feeling. This one puny weak earth girl was making him feel things he had never felt before.
"Vegeta…" Bulma wrapped her arms around his neck. For a moment they just stood there looking into each other's eyes. After a few moments she leaned in and softly planted a kiss on his lips. They were so warm and soft.
Vegeta couldn't believe what she was doing. He wanted to push her away but he couldn't, he enjoyed the sensation she was giving him. He gave into his temptation and kissed her back. His kiss 10 times stronger than hers.
He lifted the woman up with ease as she wrapped her legs around his waist. They were still passionately kissing each other, their tongues dancing together for the first time. Vegeta took one hand and swiped everything off of the kitchen table. He dropped her back gently against the table, pushing the dress over her hips, exposing a sheer pink see through thong. Bulma opened her legs wider in anticipation, pulling him closer into her. The warrior prince had one hand resting on the table, marinating his body weight, while the other ripped at her panties. With one quick pull they were torn from her body and discarded on the floor beneath them. He tore the rest of the front of her dress exposing her breasts; one hand cupped the left while his mouth devoured the right. Bulma let out a moan of passion that sent him through the roof. He let go off her breast and began to stimulate her clit. He was rubbing and pinching it, every motion getting Bulma wetter and wetter. Bulma held onto him tighter as the pleasure began to increase, she was breathing heavily now, and she was ready to feel him inside of her. Just the feeling of his hard dick against her was making her womanhood pulsate, dying to be invaded by him.
Bulma reached down and seized his throbbing erection in her hand, rubbing it against her clit. Her wetness caught Vegeta off guard he let out a deep groan and dropped his head onto her breast. Bulma couldn't take it anymore, she wanted to have him inside of her, she needed it.
"Vegteta, please put it in, please?" she moaned, damn near begging. Vegeta stood himself upright and had his dick up against her opening, just as he was getting ready to ease in...he stopped. He slammed his fists onto the table startling Bulma; she just stared at him blankly totally confused. He stepped back from her, staring at her for a moment.
"Vegeta why did you stop? What's wrong?"
"Woman you cannot 'like' me. What you think you feel for me is completely false, you ju—"
"What are you talking about Vegeta? I am a grown woman, I know what I feel, I care for you" tears were beginning to fall from her eyes.
"I know it sounds absurd, but I do like you, my feelings are real".
"Bulma." Kami did he just say my name? Bulma's eyes grew wide, the man never called her by her birth name ever. She would wonder if he ever knew it at all…turns out he did. He continued "you cannot feel these feelings for me, I am no lover. I am a warrior. My destiny is to become a super saiyan, and killing all those who stand in my way. To become the strongest alive. You want a lover, a mate…and I am not him. She could no longer hold back the tears. She looked up at him and cried "What's the harm in trying? Why are you forcing yourself to believe you are some kind of monster with no heart?"
"Because I am!" he hollered, causing her ears to ring. "I could be selfish and play this game with you, turn you into my mate, but it would be foolish and it would be in vein. I am not what you want, I don't love. There is no point for me to ruin the arrangement we have now by breaking your weakling heart into pieces" he spat the words at her. Deep down feeling remorse but hiding it behind his stone face.
All Bulma could do was stare at him in awe. He was telling her he was a killer with no soul and no room for love. He turned his back to her straightening his clothing back out. "Clean this shit up" and with that he was out the door on the way to the gravity room. Bulma wrapped her arms around herself trying not to cry. Not only was she rejected by the man she wanted, but he told her he had no will to love. She held her head down into her chest, all the while her weakling heart breaking over and over, more and more. This is why MEN pursue and not women.
