Stress

Chapter Four

Revelation

This Is The Enforcer,

Update: This is a republish of this story with heavy edits. I'm back.

Now on to the story…

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Vegeta looked younger while he slept. Bulma always thought Vegeta must be in his thirties but while he slept she'd lower that guess by several years.

The machinery had been removed from him by now, only the iv and bandages remained. He'd been unconscious for the past three days.

Sitting down in a chair along side of the bed Bulma couldn't help but stare. She watched his bare chest as it rose and fell underneath the heavy bandages. Her eyes ran over the scars that crisscrossed his chest and abs. His ever present frown was absent, replaced by an almost peaceful look, Vegeta, peaceful, surely not.

A new pair of black spandex shorts incased his lower body, leaving very little to the imagination, Bulma wondered what it would be like to run her hands over that chest, to taste each one of those scars, actually see and touch just what was hidden inside those shorts…

Bulma blinked, snapping out of her trance. She shook her head, what had she been thinking! Such nonsense. But before she could finish berating herself, Vegeta stirred. At first it was just his head, moving from side to side, then his arms moved, pushing himself up, slowly, almost painfully, his knees bent, then gradually his eyes opened.

Deep onyx pierced bright aquamarine. There was a pause, Bulmas breath caught in her chest. Heat rushed through her.

"Woman." Then it was gone, rapidly. A rush of coldness overtook the heat and Bulma froze. How could she tell Vegeta, it was her fault? He was going to kill her.

He narrowed his eyes. Bulma swallowed a lump in her throat; she felt her eyes begin to burn again. Oh please, please don't let me cry, she prayed, not in front of him. She knew he would see it as a weakness and use it against her and right at that moment she didn't feel up to defending herself.

"What are you afraid of?" Vegetas gruff voice startled her out of her thoughts. Vegeta slide his legs over the edge of the bed while ripping out his IV. "Do not try lying to me. I can smell the fear on you."

The prince stood, bandages trailing. "Are you afraid of me?" He smirked at her.

Bulma frowned, "Fuck you." She'd be damned if she let Vegeta push her around scared or no.

"You're never really afraid of me. Something is different this time. What has you so terrified?" He asked drawing closer to her.

Bulma couldn't conceal the wave of guilt.

"Because, Vegeta-" Bulma stopped dead in her tracks, why did it upset her so much to see the prince so injured and nearly killed? She hated the bastard right? Looking up at Vegeta Bulma felt her mouth go dry. She didn't know what to make of the look on his face, the way his eyes bore down on her, as if that by will alone he'd force an answer out of her.

Bulma thought about it for a second. In some ways Yamcha had been right. Just thinking that left a bad taste in Bulmas mouth. She didn't want him to be right about anything. But she had been spending more and more time with Vegeta. In fact, she'd been spending nearly every free moment of her spare time doing something either with the male or for him. In that moment it dawned on her that everyone had seen it, except her. Yamcha's jealousy was at least partially justified.

Vegeta stood only inches' away from her where she sat. Too close. Close enough to feel the heat radiating off of him. Memories ran through Bulmas head, late night dinners with the prince, midnight conversations out on the deck, all the arguments, they'd had plenty of those… the hours and hours she'd spent making repairs or upgrades for him. Often times without him even having to ask…well…demand.

Perhaps this was why she hadn't moved forward with her relationship with Yamcha. Did she have subconscious feelings for the Prince? No way. Bulma shook her head forcefully. This was so not happening. Standing Bulma glared at Vegeta, ready to run.

"What's wrong with you woman, I smell…" His voice trailed off, those dark eyes grew wide, something changed in the way he held his body, Bulma stepped back slowly as Vegeta advanced on her.

"What do you smell?" Bulmas voice was but a whisper. She kept moving backwards as Vegeta followed until her back hit the wall and Vegeta hovered over her, nearly touching.

"I smell…" He buried his nose in the crook of her neck and inhaled. Placing a hand on either side of her body he pinned her between himself and the wall. His nose tickled against her, he breathed into her hair, "Lust."

His words sent chills down her spine. Bulma openly shuddered.

Vegeta grabbed her wrists, pinning her arms above her head he pressed his body against hers. Face still in the curve of her neck.

"It breathes out of your skin, such a strong scent, and it's for me." Bulma felt him sigh into her hair, his body relaxing against hers. She forgot how to breathe. Suddenly his hands tightened painfully around her wrists.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me woman, none." He shoved himself away from her. "You're only human, your kind could never satisfy me." Turning on his heels he marched out of the med bay.

Bulma slid down the wall until she sat on the floor, shaking, she looked at her wrists, bruises were already blossoming on them.

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A/N- Well I hope this was long enough. R&R if you please, and please do. I love to hear what people have to say.