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Intertwined

Chapter 4

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Bulma sighed as she rubbed her eyes in exhaustion. She was feeling the effects of drinking too much the previous night, and she was mentally kicking herself in the ass for it. She was at the office and sitting through the numerous board meetings had been hell. A buzzing sound drew her attention, and cell phone on her desk lit up with Yamcha's picture. Bulma swiped the ignore button and stood from her chair. She turned towards the window and observed the city below her. Her mind had been wandering back and for to the night before, and it was increasingly bothersome to her about his actions and attitude around the other women. She had no definitive proof, but she had always had a feeling of distrust towards him ever since he'd been wished back. Lately that feeling had been growing, and she couldn't help but wonder about it. Bulma shook her blue-haired head and banished the tried to banish the thoughts from her mind. She focused on taking in the beauty of her city and the sound of her phone buzzing caused her to groan again. The blunette, with irritation, swiped her phone off the desk and held it to her ear.

"What Yamcha?" she said as a way of greeting.

"Uh, hey B. I've been trying to get ahold of you like all day."

"Yes, I know. I've been a little busy and trying to sit in board meetings with a hangover doesn't make me very social."

"Well, I just wanted to see if I could pick you up for dinner tonight?" Yamcha asked.

"I'm really not feeling up to it tonight. Maybe tomorrow."

"Alright," the disappointment was evident in the fighter's voice. "I'll call you later. Love you."

"Love you too." Bulma hung up the phone and went back to staring out the large sheet of glass. She sighed and decided that it was time to take herself home. A warm bath and sleep sounded like exactly what she needed to get some much-needed rest and relaxation.

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Sweat dripped from the tired body of the Saiyan Prince as he stood in the center of his training haven. Vegeta felt the frustration swelling up from the pit of his stomach and it was quickly turning in to anger at himself. Another day gone by and it was another failed in attempt to reach what he desired more than anything else. How the hell could a third-class clown achieve what the elite warrior couldn't? How could the younger Saiyan's dirty blood allow him to claim what was the Prince's birth right? Vegeta snarled and released a howl of rage. It made absolutely no sense to the man.

"I don't understand!" Vegeta bellowed to the empty room. "This has to be some kind of bad joke! I should be one!" Vegeta snarled again and, without thinking about repercussions, crouched down and slammed his fist in to the cool metal beneath him. The Prince withdrew his balled hand and stood back up. Blood began to cover his bare skin, and a frown formed on his face.

"Great," he muttered. "Now I have to talk to the harpy about fixing this." Vegeta turned towards the door and slowly exited, leaving a trail of red droplets behind him.

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Bulma kicked off her shoes as she stepped over the threshold. The clock began to chime, and the woman counted seven slow dings. The lack of noise coming from her mother's favorite room, and it only meant one thing: Bunny Briefs wasn't home at the moment. Bulma sighed, and silently prayed to the heavens that he mother had made dinner before venturing off to wherever it was she went. The bluenette walked across the living room and in to the kitchen, and the note, written on girly pink paper, secured to the refrigerator confirmed her suspicions.

Bulma,

Your father surprised me with a trip to that gorgeous Sunrise Island. Isn't he just the sweetest! We're going to be gone for a couple weeks, but there's dinner for tonight in the fridge, and groceries will be delivered tomorrow, or just order out. Oh, this is going to be so much fun! I can't wait! You and Vegeta have fun while we're gone!

Love you!

Mom

P.S- Your father said he's sorry for dumping the board meetings on you so suddenly! He says hold down the fort until he gets back."

"Go figure," Bulma muttered to the empty room, placing the note on the counter. "Just like them to just take off and just leave a note. Why can't they just leave a voicemail or text like normal people. Ugh… Well let's see what we have for dinner…" The blunette opened the fridge and saw that her mother had indeed packed with cooler with mountains of food.

"Enough for a royal pain in my ass," Bulma muttered under her breath as she began to unload it all and began to heat it up. The Earthling tugged on her pencil skirt as she moved the food around the pan. She wanted desperately to get out of her business attire but getting food in her stomach and avoiding a testy Saiyan were top of her list. She was nearly done with everything when a noise coming from behind made her whole body go rigid. The door closed, and Bulma held her breath, waiting for him to speak.

"Woman, serve me," Vegeta growled, the agitation clear in his voice. Bulma continued stirring the pot and bit the inside of her cheek.

"It'll be a few minutes," she said softly, keeping her tone in check. The bluenette wasn't in the mood for another confrontation. Vegeta frowned as he sensed the tension coming from Earthling. He wasn't in the greatest of moods, and he wanted an excuse to go off on someone.

"I didn't think it was possible, but you look more hideous than normal," the prince said, trying to provoke the woman. Bulma signed and placed the wooden spoon on the counter. Vegeta crossed his arms, waiting for the inevitable eruption. Bulma tuned around to face the scowling man. The prince raised an eyebrow in anticipation as the Earthling took a breath.

"You know, for someone who hates being judge, you really have no problem dishing it out on other people."

"Well that's easy to do when every person on this pathetic mudball planet is beneath me."

"You think that, but it's not true is it. You need us, even if you won't admit it."

"I don't need anyone," Vegeta growled.

"Again, you think that, but that's not true either. You need my equipment, and you need me to fix it when you constantly break it." Bulma stated. Vegeta's growl deepened and he advanced towards the blunette. Bulma stood her ground, refusing to show even an ounce of fear to the Saiyan coming towards her. Vegeta stopped in front of her and placed his hands on either side of the woman, firmly gripping the counter and trapping the Earthling. The prince leaned in to Bulma, pushing her back in to the hard surface. He leaned his head down towards her ear, and his warm breath caused shivers to ripple through her body.

"I don't need anyone or anything," Vegeta whispered. "and I most certainly don't need you." Bulma placed her hands on the Saiyan's chest and pushed. To her surprise, he allowed her to move him away from her, but only so far that the two of them were face to face.

"You can keep lying to yourself, but that's all it is- lies," Bulma challenged, a sudden wave of courage coursing through her veins. "Without me you would be completely alone. Other than Goku, no one else want's anything to do with you." Vegeta leaned his face forward until he was nose to nose with the woman before him.

"What makes you think I give damn about what any of those idiots think about me?" he said softly.

"Because no on really likes being alone, not even a prince," Bulma replied, her voice equally low. Vegeta studied her for a moment. He couldn't find the words to respond. Vegeta became acutely aware of the Earthling's scent filling his nose and clouding his senses. Bulma sucked in her breath as the Saiyan leaned in further. The woman was stunned as she felt his lips press up against her own. Her body began to tremble slightly, but she didn't not push him away. Vegeta took the lack of resistance as an invitation and pushed her up against the counter again. Bulma sighed against the Saiyan's mouth as he deepened the kiss further, exploring her with his tongue. Vegeta ran a hand up against the blunette's side, stopping at her neck. He wrapped his hand around the back side of it, firmly holding her in place. Bulma began to feel dizzy from the sensation, and just when she felt like her knees might give out, Vegeta broke the kiss and pulled away.

"I'm hungry," Vegeta said, releasing his self-made enclosure from around the woman. His face became unreadable as he stepped back and turned towards the kitchen door. "I expect my meal to be ready after I cleanse myself." Without any more words, the Saiyan left the room, leaving a red-faced panting woman alone against the counter.

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Hey guys. Sorry this chapter is a little shorter, and I'm sorry it took a little bit to get out. I've been crazy busy with school and work. As always, let me know what you think!