Bulma let out a sigh of relief after another successful day of hiding from her sexy professor. Well not hiding (hiding is juvenile), she was simply evading him, even more so after the incident in the elevator. She couldn't trust herself around him, the pull she felt for Vegeta was magnetic.
Bulma sashayed through the halls of the engineering building celebrating her small victory, when a voice from behind hollered, "Hey, B!" Bulma turned around to investigate. "It's Yamcha!" the long haired boy continued as he jogged up to her with a grin.
"Hey Yamcha! How have you been?" she smiled. Bulma hadn't seen him since she was the teaching assistant for his freshman 'Intro to Mechanical Engineering' class.
"Really great actually!" he replied, "This semester I'm the TA for Dr. Toriyama like you were back when we first met! I was actually hoping if you have some time, I could buy you a coffee and you could give me some advice!"
"Sure!" she nodded then checked the time on her phone, "I'm free right now if that works for you."
What Bulma did not expect was this little coffee date to turn into a full on heart to heart. Yamcha was confessing how stressed he was about his grades, how he gave up the baseball team because the engineering program is so grueling, and now that he's about to graduate he's suddenly unsure that engineering is even his passion anymore.
He also mentioned he always had a crush on her, but the blue haired beauty decided to ignore that part.
They were sitting in two armchairs that faced each other in the open lounge area near the coffee shop within the engineering building. Yamcha looked distressed as he sat on the edge of his seat, elbows on his knees and hands supporting the weight of his head.
Bulma leaned closer and softly touched his arm to comfort him, which apparently he grossly misinterpreted because the next thing she knew Yamcha had grabbed the sides of her face and was kissing her.
She pulled her hand away and he got the silent signal that she wasn't consenting. He pulled back and searched her blue eyes for and answer. All Bulma could muster was an expression that said 'thanks, but no thanks.'
The younger, now mortified TA let go of her face and mumbled a thousand apologies as he hastily packed up his belongings and retreated.
Bulma watched him scurry away, embarrassed on his behalf. It wasn't until Yamcha passed a certain flame haired professor walking in the opposite direction, did she notice that said professor was staring at her with an eyebrow raised.
Vegeta sauntered toward her, coffee in hand. He slid into the armchair previously occupied by Yamcha, before he questioned, "so, you're making out with TA's now?"
"What? Are you jealous?" Bulma teased.
"I don't get jealous," Vegeta replied in an even tone before taking a sip of his coffee.
"We shared a couple of steamy moments," Bulma began. "Steamy?" Vegeta chuckled at her choice of words, before she continued, "but that doesn't mean we are anything."
Vegeta scooted his chair forward until his knees were touching hers and his charcoal eyes increased in their intensity. "Did you know that yesterday there was an explosion in the lab I was supervising?" Bulma stared back at him suddenly confused at the direction this conversation was going. He leaned in even closer before he whispered, "how would you feel if I died and you never took your chance to have sex with me again?"
And there it was! "Get over yourself already," Bulma huffed and looked away while crossing her arms over her chest. She desperately wanted to escape this conversation but was basically pinned in this chair by his legs.
"Oh come on!" he said with a smirk, "get a drink with me tonight." The authority in his voice made it feel more like a command than an invitation.
Bulma rolled her eyes before shooting him an irritated look. "I have a theory that your pursuit of me is so relentless only because I keep saying 'no'. That this chase, this hunt, is some kind of game to you."
"Its fun though, isn't it?" he replied seductively as a hand she didn't realize was on her knee made its way north. Her skin tingled under his touch. Oh gods, she wanted to feel his hands all over her body. Her stomach was in knots and she felt her face flush before her own hand halted his advancement. "Please stop," she mumbled barely audibly.
"Don't you want me?" he husked knowingly. He was so close now she could feel his breath on her lips. So desperately did she wish to inch closer and steal a kiss. A kiss like the one from the elevator, like the one from the night they met. The kind of kiss only he seemly can provide.
She scrunched her eyes closed to escape his intense gaze and softly shook her head 'no' in the biggest lie she never told.
She wearily opened her eyes to gauge his reaction. He slowly retracted his hand and gave what seemed to be an indifferent shrug. Without another word he grabbed his coffee and just walked away. He just... walked away?
After his departure, Bulma felt the absence of his heated presence and exhaled the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Her face felt so hot and the sudden urgency to get some fresh air consumed her. She quickly gathered her belongings and made her way to the nearest exit.