Hey guys.
**Important** This is a Prelude. A flashback chapter, if you will. About Bulma and Vegeta's first time together... and yes, that does mean this chapter had a lemon in it.
I thought it was important to write this chapter, just so you could see how it happened. I do plan on possibly writing more flashback chapters, just so you guys get a feel for what Vegeta and Bulma's three month relationship was all about and how hard Bulma fell for the surly prince... and possibly how Vegeta *cough* fell *cough* for Bulma. It really depends on the response to this chapter =) It's a short chapter... a mere 3600 words... sorry about that...
Thank you all for the reviews, I appreciate every last one of them! I am so happy everyone is enjoying it.
This is unbeta'd. My beta's computer is down. =(
Warnings: Adult content ie: lemon.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Complicated Hearts...A Prelude...
This was not her day.
Still exhausted from the night before -battling Vegeta for the last slice of her mothers famous death by chocolate cake- she needed a nice hot shower to start the day off right and wake her up.
As she made her way down the hall to the bathroom she and Vegeta shared, she thought back to the previous night's battle and it instantly made her furious all over again...
Vegeta had already polished off over half of the damn treat, leaving only a slice for her. When she reached over to take it, he swiftly took it away from her and put it on his plate.
The screaming match alone lasted well over thirty minutes... insults and rude names were exchanged and it resulted in Vegeta taking the slice and stuffing it into his mouth in front of her and chewed it slowly, taunting her.
More screaming and insults were exchanged.
At one point her father, who usually remained silent when the two came to verbal blows, folded his news paper and stood up from the table. "For Kami sake, will the both of you just get a room and be done with it already?"
The two stopped mid-scream and turned to look at the lavender haired doctor. Their mouths agape and eyes wide, shocked at what he had just said.
Bulma turned red... as did Vegeta.
"Even I can feel the sexual tension that's radiating off of the both of you..." Dr. Briefs shook his head and lightly chuckled at the astonished and embarrassed looks the two young people were giving him. He grabbed a large marshmallow from the bowl next to Bulma and exited the kitchen.
The two stared at the doctor and then at each other.
"Pfft, as if I'd fuck you." He sneered.
Bulma's cheeks turned thirty shades of red and steam practically spewed out of her ears and nose. She grabbed the bowl full of marshmallows and threw it at him. She then stomped upstairs to her room. All the while he laughed at feeble attempt to harm him with pillowy sweets.
She fumed for another hour or so, keeping her up passed her normal bedtime.
She twisted the hot water knob all the way up, looking forward to the hot water relaxing her tense muscles.
She waited...
and waited...
and waited...
No effing hot water!
"Damn SAIYAN!" She screamed. She should have known! He took all of the hot water, like the selfish asshole he was! No consideration for anybody!
She would have stormed into his room and given him an ear full, but she knew he was already in his precious GR. She'd have to remember to get him back later.
After a very quick and cold shower she headed to her lab... and the first thing she did when she entered her lab was spill coffee on her white lab coat, which was covering up her no-so-work-appropriate attire... Jean shorts and a baby blue tube top. The only reason why she was wearing that was because her mother obviously didn't understand her clothing system; if it's on the floor, it's wear-able. If it's in the dirty clothes hamper, it needed to be washed.
...The blonde woman went and picked up every stitch of clothing she had, that was decent for work while Bulma was in the shower, and was now in the process of being washed.
On top of that, her hair refused to stay in a pony tail and the dead line that she had for the new capsule line was now cut in half, giving her only three weeks instead of six.
So when the house guest from hell, AKA: Vegeta, stormed into her lab, it was no surprise that the young genius-heiress had to restrain herself from chucking a monkey wrench at the Saiyan's head.
"Woman, the gravity machine has broken...again." He crossed his arms and glared at her. "I'm growing tired of your inferior piece of shit machinery breaking down every time I use it."
Bulma closed her eyes. 'Find my happy place.' She chanted. 'Find my happy place, I will not let him get to me today.'
"Woman! I don't have all day. I've got shit to accomplish, and people to kill"
Her happy place apparently was hidden at the moment.
With a heavy sigh, Bulma opened her eyes and focused on Vegeta. "I don't know if you haven't noticed, but the world does not revolve around you. I too have shit to accomplish. So you're going to have to just wait until I've finished my projects... go scamper off and terrorize Goku for a while." She flicked her wrist and hand at him, telling him to leave and then went back to concentrating on the newest capsule prototype in front of her.
She didn't have to look up to see that he was not please with her response. She was sure he was glaring at her now, his fists balled in tight fists... It made her smirk that she had that effect on him. 'Good, now he knows how it feels.'
"You will repair it now." He ground out through a clenched jaw.
"Or what?" She asked, amused, looking up from her project again. Her smug smile faltered slightly when he leaned over the table, his muscled arms propping him up as he leaned close to her. The smirk on his face gave him a mischievous look.
"Don't play games with me, girl. I'm afraid you won't like it."
Bulma quickly regained her composure. Lately when he gave her that smirk, it made her think things she shouldn't be thinking about the surly Prince.
"Why, Vegeta. Afraid you'll lose?"
Vegeta's arm swiped in front of him, Bulma wasn't sure it actually moved away from her table.
He lifted up the capsule prototype she was working on, his smirk growing into a cheshire smile.
"I always win, Woman."
"Give it back!" She stood up and attempted to grab it from his grasp, but he was much too fast.
He lifted the capsule up high and chuckled darkly. "Once you fix the GR, you shall get this back. If you don't, I will crush it into dust."
Bulma's eyes widened in horror. "NO! I've worked so hard on that! Please, just put it down!"
"Not until you fix my gravity chamber... I'll give you five seconds to decide."
Bulma sputtered and tried to reach the capsule again.
"Nah, uh, uh." He clucked, and watched in amusement when her eyeballs practically popped out of her skull when his fist closed over the capsule, mocking her.
"Fine! Just don't do any thing to the capsule!" She put her arms out pleadingly.
Vegeta smiled in triumphed and stepped to the side. "By all means, Woman, lead the way."
She looked at him hatefully and whipped her long blue hair in his face as she passed him. She grabbed her tool belt and a few capsules and then stomped off towards the GR that sat idly in the yard in front of her lab building.
He sauntered after her in a leisurely pace, relishing the fact that he won their little battle and taking in the sweet view of the human woman's ass. He had to admit, the short jean shorts looked damned good on her.
Vegeta chuckled as she angrily stomped up the ramp, the scene reminiscent of a toddler throwing a temper tantrum, and followed her into the space craft turned Gravity Machine.
Bulma automatically found the problem right when she entered the domed building.
"Vegeta! You blasted the damn control panel!"
He shrugged as he flipped the capsule up in the air and caught it repeatedly. "It was malfunctioning, so I blasted it. It pissed me off."
She looked at him, exacerbated. "This will take days! I have to order a new panel and completely rewire the whole fucking thing!"
The Saiyan pushed off of the wall he was casually leaning against and took a step towards her, in an attempt to intimidate her. She annoyingly kept her ground, her fisted hands positioned on her hips.
"I don't have days. You will fix it now."
Bulma gave him a condescending snort. "Why should I fix this if you intentionally blasted it. You deserve to wait. Maybe then, you'll realize that my time is precious and you need to learn this little thing called patience."
Vegeta's left eye twitched and the vein over his temple was doing that funny throbbing thing that Bulma prided herself in making him do on a regular basis. It made her feel justified for the hell he always seemed to put her through. Whether it be him insulting her or waking her at ungodly hours of the night to fix something in the GR or taking the last damn piece of death by chocolate cake.
"You will do it or I will squish this into an unrecognizable piece of trash." He wielded the capsule in front of her and then stuffed it in his pocket, keeping it away from her.
"Are you deaf and stupid? There is no way I can fix this today! I have to order a new panel."
He took another step towards her, closing the space between them. "Well, then it looks like you'll be pulling an all nighter, doesn't it, Woman?"
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Ok, let's go over this again... I can't do anything until I order a new panel." She said the sentence slowly. Her tone dripping with annoyance.
He stared at her blankly.
"Fine!" She huffed and threw her hands up in the air. "I'll order one once I get back to my lab, I'll have it rush ordered. Then I'll work on it when right when it arrives? Happy?"
Vegeta deadpanned her and merely shook his head in the negative. "No, I am not happy. I need to train."
Bulma rolled her eyes and huffed. "Give me back my capsule." She held out her hand and cocked her head in expectation.
The Prince's brows hiked at her request. "No."
They stared each other down for a few more beats and then she pounced. She went straight for the pocket that was harboring her capsule; the back pocket of his sweats. She managed to get her hand over to the back pocket and grazed his rock hard butt -she instantly blushed- and her wrist was quickly ceased by the Saiyan.
"Give it back you arrogant dick!" She screeched. She then flung her free arm behind him, attempting, but failing yet again as her second wrist was now in the tight grasp of Vegeta's other hand.
Overpowering her, seeing as he had both of her wrists in his grasp, he man-handled her to the nearest wall, pinning her up against it.
"You dare touch me?" His voice was low and menacing.
Bulma shrunk back as he growled in her face, showing off his perfect white and sharp teeth.
Bulma shrunk back and held her head to the side, wincing away from him.
"Why won't you just do what I say?"
She didn't answer, only managing to look at him out of the corner of her eye.
He continued. "If you were on my planet, or hell, even Frieza's army, you would have been punished, probably even killed for your stubbornness... I should kill you here, on the spot, to be rid of you once and for all."
She closed her eyes again. His statement sent a chill down her spine. His tone was threatening and she didn't have to open her eyes to see he was smiling down at her, the smile of a killer... the smile she saw him give his enemies while on Namek... she could hear it in his voice.
He enjoyed spreading fear. Well, she must say, he did it well... but nobody talked to her like that...nobody.
With a large intake of air, Bulma looked at Vegeta with a scowl. "So why don't you, you dickless asshole... I know uou won't." She shook her head slightly. "You're all bark and no bite Vegeta."
He dropped her wrists and repositioned his hands so they were on either side of her head against the steel wall, making it impossible for her to escape.
"All bark and no bite? I'm a god-damned god!" He roared. "I am the most feared man in the universe! You say my name and men and women alike tremble at it's sound. I am not a dickless asshole. I am a Prince of the strongest and most ruthless race." His nostrils flared as he looked down at her face. Her beautiful blue eyes large with fear and wonder.
And at that moment, all she could think was: 'Damn, he's sexy.'
His eyes lowered to her red lips that were slightly open from breathing heavily from his verbal assault. His gut clench with a surprising need to take her right then and there. With as much discipline he had he resisted. Vegeta snapped his gaze back up to her eyes.
Slightly shaking her head, Bulma blinked. Kami, she should really be shaking in her boots right now. She was taken a-back, but wasn't scared. She knew in her heart of hearts that the once evil and ruthless man that had her trapped in the Gravity Room would not raise a hand to her... well she was 90% sure anyway.
The close contact was making her head go wonkey. All she really wanted to do was reach out and touch him...anywhere... but she wasn't sure what the result in doing so would be.
Bulma stood still, still looking up at him as he loomed over her furiously.
She took a deep breath. "I'll be taking my capsule back now." She surprised herself with how calm her voice was.
The Saiyan grit his teeth. 'This woman is something else!' He grabbed the capsule out of his back pocket and held it out to her.
As she reached out to take it from him, he smirked devilishly and effortlessly crunched it into an unrecognizable ball of metal. And oh, the look in the Womans eyes almost made him laugh with pure delight.
Her mouth opened, surely to scream at him, but the words never came out. Too furious to form words, she kept opening and closing her mouth until she snapped her jaw shut and heaved herself off of the wall where she was once trapped by the muscled alien.
She lifted her hand and slapped him with all of her might against his cheek. To her delight, he was not expecting the attack and his head whipped to the side. Her hand stung and for sure she fractured it, but damn-it, it was worth it.
Angry tears started to form. She wanted to cause bodily harm to him, but she knew that the slap she gave him did nothing more than tickle him.
Vegeta's smirk melted away when she winced and cradled her now injured hand. The hurt, not only from slapping him but for his destructive action, clearly upset her. And, seeing her upset, upset him.
The revelation unnerved and startled him.
With one last look of hatred and hurt, she ducked under his arm that was still leaning up against the steel wall and headed towards the exit.
Bulma made it halfway to the door and was quickly gripped by the wrist again and twirled backwards and was placed back against the wall where she was just moments ago.
Vegeta lips descended onto hers mere seconds later.
Bulma was confused... what the hell was happening? They were screaming at each other, Vegeta trashed her prototype, she slapped him and tried to stomp off and now she was being kissed by him.
His palms were still placed against each side of her head, encasing her against the wall.
It took her a few moments to respond, and honestly, she didn't know she had responded to his abrupt kiss until she already was granting his tongue access to her mouth.
Her arms wrapped themselves around his thick neck. His hands left the wall and were now entangled in her hair and neck.
'Do I want to be doing this?' She asked herself as he picked her up off of the ground, holding her gently, making it so he didn't have to hunch over to kiss her. 'Oh, come on Bulma,' Her subconscious chimed in. 'You know you wanted to jump his bones the minute you saw him... don't fool yourself, you've had a thing for him ever since he started living with you too.'
It was true. Something about him intrigued her. Maybe it was his dark and mysterious ways, or his severely dark sense of humor or even his muscled, simply sexy, toned physique that was a beautiful tan color.
Her eyes opened half way at him, his half lidded eyes looking back at her.
'It's definitely all of the above.' It was the first time she admitted to herself that she had a thing for him.
Bulma wasn't sure when it happened, but she was now laying flat on her back and her clothes were tossed in various area's of the GR... and so was Vegeta's.
His sensual kissing and wondering hands explored every inch of her, making her moan with each lick, nip and kiss he laid on her. Her injured hand now forgotten.
Her hands too explored as much as she could of him. Her arms couldn't reach past his waist. He had her pinned to the ground, giving her minimal room for movement. Her hands moved up and down his arms and up and down his muscled back and spine. When she felt the scar tissue where his tail should have been, she lightly brushed over it and smiled when he purred deeply and shuddered.
"I take it you like that." She murmured huskily into his neck.
He grunted something that resembled an affirmative.
The Saiyan was quite gentle in his minstrations and was driving her crazy with how he teased her with his fingers, making her practically squeal with pleasure. His caloused fingers dipped in and out of her ever ready entrance, taking his time.
"Hn, you're wet, Woman." He purred as he continued his one fingered assault.
She couldn't fathom a response. The pleasure she was getting from him was amazing. How did he do that?
Returning the favor she grazed his tail scar again, this time with a little more pressure, and then again and again.
Vegeta lifted himself off of her slightly, retracting his offending finger. He was panting and it was evident that she was doing something right.
"I wouldn't do that again, Woman." His words were raw, but the warning was weak... "Do it again, and I will not be responsible for the aftermath." He smirked down at her in a dark sexy manor.
She bit her lip, teasingly, and did it again.
The growled through gritted teeth and shocked Bulma when he grabbed hold of her hips and in one solid movement, he impaled her to the hilt.
She screamed with surprise and pure pleasure. He held so much more girth than Yamcha ever did and was thankful that Vegeta stayed still, letting her get used to his size.
He started moving at a slow even pace, watching Bulma's face intently for any sign of discomfort... a first for him. Usually, he could care less if his partner was enjoying herself. As long as he was, than he didn't care. But with her, she was different. The fact that he was giving her pleasure nearly set him off... in a good way that is.
Bulma snaked her arms around his waist and back, giving him the silent ok to go faster. As he picked up speed, she dug her nails into his back and raked them down as the pleasure built within her. The way he filled her was nothing she had ever experienced before.
As her inner muscled started to quiver and tighten around him he brought her up slightly, arching her back, taking her pebbled nipples into his mouth. Nibbling and sucking on them, taking her to the edge. He moved faster, pumping in and out of her when he felt the response of his oral assault on her breasts.
Her climax was an explosion, her inner walls hugging him tightly, setting his off just seconds after her. Both of them screaming out and then collapsing onto the now sweat soaked floor.
Vegeta eased his way out of her and laid next to her, bringing his arm over his eyes, trying to get his breath back to normal.
Bulma rolled to side, facing him.
Still panting she smirked at him. "We should get in fights more often."
The only reply she received was a toothy smile from the Saiyan Prince, his arm still draped over his eyes.