Lost

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Glass Shards

Vegeta left to get the pizzas and Bulma was thankful that she already paid and tipped over the phone. Bulma walked over to the mirror in the bathroom and took her shirt off. She turned around and peered over her shoulder to look at the cuts Yamcha had left.

The backside of her body was covered with about a hundred cuts. Varying in sizes from about a centimeter to a couple inches. She thanked Kami that the cuts were superficial and didn't need stitches. She had no doubts that a couple of the bigger lesions would leave scars. She had always thought of her skin as perfect and now in less than a week her skin had been severely damaged, twice. Once by someone she cared about. She hears Vegeta back in the room and puts her shirt back on. "Vegeta, what happened to Yamcha?" She sees Vegeta stop at her question before he turned around to face her.

"I killed him. He was lucky and got off with an almost painless death." He wasn't sure how Bulma would react to the news but he didn't think he did anything wrong. It took Bulma a good two minutes to respond, all the while starring at each other.

"I'm not mad Vegeta. If you were wondering. What so different about that than what Goku does? He did something unforgivable yet you gave him a chance. When he went back on his word and did another unforgivable thing, you killed him for the benefit of others. I'm sad about the reason I'll never see him again, but I'm glad I won't ever see him again. Thank you, Vegeta."

Vegeta nodded at her as if saying, "You're welcome." A second later Bulma had her arms wrapped around his torso in a hug. He liked feeling the warmth of her body against his and the way he could feel her breasts against his bare chest. He wanted to know what her bare chest felt like against his. He remembered how her skin felt so soft and he longed to feel it again. Vegeta, being a stuck-up warrior had never been hugged. It wasn't even a thing in Saiyan culture, considering all the females were warriors too. He didn't want this hug thing to become a frequent thing, but he could handle this woman doing it to feel her touch occasionally.

While hugging Vegeta, Bulma noted that after a couple seconds his body relaxed and allowed her to continue hugging him. Truth be told, she didn't want to stop. Vegeta radiated such heat from his body, maybe something to do with his enormous ki she wondered. Her hands could feel the definition of muscle on his back and that had her wanting to see the man in front of her naked again. Like a God. Her head pressed firmly against his chest and she could hear the flutter of his heart pounding. She was shocked to realize his heart was on the right side of his body and that the beat sounded different. "Vegeta, I didn't know Saiyan's had a different anatomy. Guess I just never noticed since on the outside we look so similar, well except for the hair and the hunky muscles. Do you think I could do a full body assessment to figure out your anatomy? Maybe even learn about regeneration tanks a little?"

"You just want to see me naked again in all my glory." He had the typical, I'm a glorious prince with a glorious body and I goddamn know it, smirk plastered on his face.

Bulma's face immediately flushed beet red. "You cocky son of a bitch! I just want to have a backup if someone gets hurt you asshole!"

"Hey, you never said no to my statement."

"Ohhhh, just shove pizza in your mouth already!"