Vegeta punched the air with brute force, his fists flying through the heavy air with little effort. The gravity chamber beeped warningly, trying to convince him he'd been at it too long, but he ignored it. He simply clenched his teeth and sped up, his arms now a blur of muscle.

What the hell had happened last night? One moment he was yelling, the next he was pinning that blue-haired woman-human-to the wall and doing things to her body he'd given up hope of ever experiencing. And the way she responded, the force with which she kissed him, climbed him, tore his hair...fuck. Vegeta slammed his fist down on the big red stop button and stood with his hand to his temples as the gravity slowly melted away to normal. Now-


"-What?" Bulma whispered to herself. She was sitting on the floor of the shower, letting the spray massage her sore limbs. Who knew getting slammed into a wall repeatedly would leave bruises, regardless of situation. She pushed her wet hair from her brow and hunched over, resting her chin in her hand. Ok, so she fucked him. She couldn't stop thinking about it, and it was causing her to be in a nearly constant state of terrified arousal, which was a really, really unpleasant sensation. Terrified because, well, she'd cheated on her boyfriend with an evil villain, and aroused because God she wanted him again. And again, and again...She moaned in agitation and buried her face in her hands. Their explosion of sex didn't quench a damn thing, it just made her thirst for the Saiyan almost unbearable. But it-


'-will never happen again.' Vegeta stared himself down in the bathroom mirror, swearing the vow repeatedly in his mind. He'd taken an unpleasant shower; the woman had been in hers forever and was hogging all the hot water, and now he couldn't seem to stop staring at himself. Cursing himself. What a stupid, stupid thing to do. How could he let his desires, his animalistic...his DICK get the better of him? He'd just determined that he'd never ascend to Super Saiyan if he didn't get the woman off his mind and he went and FUCKED HER?

"Nice going" he mumbled to the pathetic man in the mirror. He zapped it to smoking oblivion and left the bathroom.

Bulma was yanked from her trance when she heard a muffled explosion from Vegeta's room. She rolled her eyes and got to her feet, shutting the water off. She wrapped a towel around her hair and slipped into a fuzzy pink robe before poking her head out of her bedroom to peer across the hall. Vegeta's door was shut, and no sounds emerged. She blew air out her nose and took the three steps to his door and knocked.

"Vegeta?" she asked timidly. The door opened a crack almost immediately. One onyx eye glared at her.

"What."

"I heard a boom. Everything ok?" Bulma pushed a strand of hair she'd missed behind her ear and looked down, suddenly very aware she was naked beneath her robe. Vegeta's eye followed her glance down, then snapped back up to her face.

"Peachy." he grumbled flatly after a moment, staring so hard at Bulma that she had to look away again.

"Ok. And, hey…"

"What."

"About last night,"

"No."

Bulma looked at his single eye and cocked her brow.

"What do you mean, no?"

Vegeta opened the door a few more inches so his whole tanned face was revealed.

"I mean No. No last night. Didn't happen." he stated, and Bulma's cheeks reddened angrily.

"Didn't happen? My body tells me otherwise, buddy!" she yelled, and Vegeta clapped his hand over her mouth and dragged her into his bedroom.

"ShhhhhUT UP!" he hissed, releasing her roughly. "Do you want Kami to know up on his fucking half-balloon?"

"No one's here, no one's gonna know, sheesh." Bulma said dismissively, fixing her robe that had fallen off her shoulder when Vegeta grabbed her. "And it did happen."

"No."

"Stop saying no!" Bulma shouted, putting one hand on her hip and a finger in Vegeta's face. "You can't just say no, and expect it to have magically not happened! You aren't that mighty, Prince!"

"Get your hand out of my face!" Vegeta smacked her arm away and without thinking Bulma hit him back, her turban falling off and her hair tumbling over her shoulders. Vegeta grabbed her wrist from mid-air and held it high above their heads.

"Don't." he growled, and after a few moments of pulling, let Bulma have it back. She rubbed her wrist half-heartedly, glaring up at him through her hair.

"You don't have to be such a dick." she grumbled. Vegeta said nothing and snapped her wrist up in his fist again. "HEY!" Bulma fought, but froze as Vegeta brought her wrist to his lips and gently pressed his sharp canine into the thin flesh. She clamped her mouth shut and stared unblinking at him until he released her, the malice in his movements gone. She looked at the imprint of his teeth in her skin and back to him. He corralled her to the door and held her by the scruff of her robe. He pressed his mouth against her neck, causing Bulma to take a sharp, shuddering breath.

"Don't forget it'd be that easy." he whispered, shoved her into the hallway, and slammed his door shut. Finally rid of her once again, Vegeta leaned heavily against his closed door. What the hell was THAT? He hated the sight of her, hated her haughty body language, like she'd done him some FAVOR or something last night, but above all he hated how smooth and white and supple the curve of her breast was as it had briefly peeked from her disheveled robe. He hated how that one momentary glance had short-circuited his brain. All at once he'd wanted to kill her and kiss her. Bite her. Vegeta punched his palm into his forehead repeatedly, cursing himself. Never again. Never. Again. Never… He continued the mantra in his head as he flung open his balcony doors and blasted off into the sunny sky.

Bulma felt the flare-up as Vegeta took off, and ran to the window at the end of the hall for confirmation. Seeing him disappear was a frickin blessing and she collapsed against the wall.

"I don't understand what just happened." she mumbled to herself. She looked down and realized she was still holding the wrist he'd nuzzled-nuzzled!?-in a death grip. She let go and inspected the damage. None. No proof the Saiyan had just tried to...what, claim her? Eat her? Who the hell knew. What she did know, however, was she needed to quickly find a reason or twelve why she couldn't see Yamucha for awhile. The phone rang and she screamed like an idiot before almost tripping over her own feet and scrambling downstairs to answer it.

"Hello!?" she yelled into the mouthpiece.

"Hey Babe! Why are you screaming?"

"I don't know!" Bulma smacked the phone against her head. "Sorry, sorry, Hey Yamucha" she took it down a notch but could feel her whole body shaking with anxiety.

"Hey, I just wanted to let you know That Tien and I are taking off for an extended training Vaca. Don't be mad, but we already left, please don't be mad!"

Bulma fell on the floor with relief. Did Kami actually answer prayers?

"That's fucking great!" she exclaimed, "I mean, good, i'm not mad, that's cool. Totally cool. Train away!" she cackled into the phone.

"Ok, someone needs their coffee!" Yamucha laughed and Bulma covered her face with her hand, legs splayed unattractively on the floor. She let the phone dangle a moment before getting her shit together and clumsily pulled it back to her ear.

"Yep, coffee, for sure need some coffee. Well have fun, see you when you get back!"

"Sure will, I'll call y-"

Bulma struggled to her feet and slammed the phone into the cradle before Yamucha had even finished and dragged herself into the kitchen. Coffee didn't sound half bad.


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