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The Prince and the Genius
CHAPTER 11 – Igaléfulás
After Vegeta's uncharacteristic visit, the genius curiously followed the prince to his room.
Officially, he just wanted to tell her to shut up...but Bulma wouldn't fall for that...
There was something atypical about his behaviour...
And what was tickling her curiosity was trying to figure out the motif behind it...
Was he bored of being all day in bed? Did he 'miss' her?
Were her sobs really that annoying? Was he worried?
Could he possibly want to pick up their 'last encounter' from where they left it...?
She was lost in her thoughts, when she somehow perceived that the Saiyan was waiting for an answer...
The problem was...an answer to what?!
She had completely dozed off as he spoke...
Vegeta: "Earth to Bulma?" – he sarcastically addressed her, with an amused glint shining in his eyes.
Her focus found him with a small start. She instinctively let go of his arm.
She felt like a deer caught in the headlights...
Bulma had no idea what he was talking about...and she blushed a little in embarrassment.
Bulma: "I'm sorry...what did you say...?" – she shyly tried to excuse herself.
Vegeta: "Seriously woman?" – he patronizingly addressed her – "Daydreaming about that 'missed warning' again...? Who would have thought you liked being 'punished' so much? You must be into some sub/dom I gather...?"
He managed to keep a straight face, whilst bluntly teasing her.
He loved to provoke the genius; and was starting to get addicted to it...
Bulma: "I WHAT?!" – her temples felt as if they were about to explode from the blood rush that reddened her face. – "How dare you ask such personal questions Vegeta?! Besides, do I look anything like a submissive woman, you jerk?!" – she spat her answer at him, angrily hitting his shoulder to further assert her position.
The prince had to muster some serious self-control to hold back from bursting out laughing...
Vegeta: "Well...as you're asking me...yes, I believe you do." – he replied with his poker face on, tormenting her as a cat with a mouse – "Not that I'd have anyway to know for sure..."
He led the way into his bedroom, and Bulma followed suit.
She was mad at him for the string of sinful implications he was throwing at her...
Bulma: "Exactly! As you have no way to know, and it's none of your business...stop suggesting these depraved, disgusting accusations!"
Vegeta: "Depraved...? Disgusting...?" – he sensually slurred.
He slowly closed the door behind them, and for some inexplicable reason, Bulma jumped at the sound of the turning doorknob...
The prince briefly smirked to the door on perceiving the woman's Ki spike. He then slowly turned to face her, sporting his chilling, cold-blooded expression...
He took a step closer to her, and stared in her ocean blue eyes.
Vegeta: "So you're blindly judging other people's rightful sexual preferences, woman...?" – he replied with a suggestive and enveloping voice that got Bulma shaking in need...
Bulma: "I-I...I didn't mean it that way...! I couldn't have known...I...I never meant to offend you if that's your thing Vegeta..." – she stuttered flustered, as she walked backwards to stay away from the Saiyan, now strutting towards her.
His gaze was so intense it was burning her down, and her core was starting to melt...
When the back of her knees hit the side of his bed, she gasped in a mix of both craving and fear...
He kept strolling towards her, until he was mere inches from her face.
After a staring contest that felt like endless to the genius, he suddenly smirked, and gently poked her on the nose.
Vegeta: "I can't believe you fell for it, Bulma! You're such a fool, Miss Briefs!" – He mischievously teased, finally releasing his chuckles out loud.
Bulma couldn't believe her ears!
He was laughing and ribbing her, and enjoying himself indeed...
Bulma: "Oh shut up!" - she pushed him away offended, but also a bit charmed by this playful side of him – "And look at you! Not only you've finally learnt my name...you seem to know my surname too! Impressive! I guess you have no more excuses to address me as 'woman' you jerk!"
He wrapped his fist around the front of her pyjama and firmly pulled her up towards him.
The tug was strong enough for her to have to rise on her tiptoes to meet it.
Her nose brushed against his...
Vegeta: "I will address you as woman, wench, or whatever I please, whenever I please...woman." – he stated with his most obnoxiously sensuous voice, before blocking her slap to his cheek. – "Don't you dare." – he threatened, his breath now dangerously taunting her lips.
After a hiatus of 'hunger', he abruptly let go of her, before turning to sit on his bed.
Vegeta: "So...those two series, woman...?" – he returned to his most casual speech, as if nothing before that had happened.
Bulma froze on the spot for a minute, her back to the bed and the prince.
It would take her a lifetime to figure out her guest, and artificial moons to control the emotional tides that he elicited.
Was he bipolar or something? How could he even switch between moods like that?
She sighed for lack of understanding, and shook her head in disbelief.
Giving up on their banter, she looked around for the two DVDs.
They were still laying on the food trolley she brought in that morning.
She bent down to pick them up, and couldn't help but notice that he still hadn't finished his food. This presented her with a perfect cue to provoke him...
Bulma: "Well this is bit disappointing for a Saiyan...! Where has all your 'alpha-male' appetite gone Vegeta...? I brought you this breakfast with so much love..." – she honeyed her joke and pouted to display fake dismay.
The prince read through her sham like an open book...but was still up to play her game...
Vegeta: "And your extent of Saiyan knowledge spans as far as...?" – he solicited lazily.
Bulma: "Son-kun could have finished this in less than ten seconds..." – she challenged the prince, hoping to inflame him...
Vegeta kept his calm.
Vegeta: "If a concussed moron, with severe memory loss, sates all your scientific curiosity towards an alien species...then there is not so much I can add to this conversation..."
Touché!
Vegeta had won this little confrontation, and smirked with pride.
He had just stirred her interest to a new level...and knew it...
Bulma had never thought of him that way...but he had a point.
She had right under her roof what was possibly the best specimen of the most feared warrior race in the universe...and still...it had never crossed her mind to try to learn more about their diverse anatomy, culture and traditions...
Bulma: "Actually...you're right." – she shyly admitted – "It never crossed my mind because...I'm so used to having you guys around, and you look so similar to human beings, but...it's true, you are of an alien species...and I know basically nothing about Saiyans. I'd love to learn more though!" – she added with genuine enthusiasm – "Why don't you ever talk to me about your kind...?"
Vegeta: "You've never asked, woman."
Bulma: "Fair enough...but be honest...would you have told me if I inquired...?"
The prince shrugged his shoulders and defensively crossed his arms.
Vegeta: "Probably not. I wouldn't see the utility anyway." – he sternly replied.
Bulma: "Why?" – she questioned him warmly.
Vegeta: "Because there are no more Saiyans left, woman. Because Vegeta-sei has been destroyed." – he tried to hide his pain diverting his gaze from the genius... – "Besides...you would have died within one minute after setting foot on our planet..."
Bulma: "How so?"
Vegeta: "First, you wouldn't have withstood the gravity, and second..." – he turned to face the genius with a derogatory glimpse in his eyes – "...any righteous Saiyan would have murdered you on the spot after assessing your pathetic power level."
Bulma: "What?! Why?!" – she cried out offended.
Vegeta: "Because you wouldn't have been of any value to us." – he complacently replied, enjoying her affronted expression.
Bulma: "Ridiculous!" – she spat out outraged – "There are an infinite number of more important benefits I could have brought to your people! I am an invaluable, prized genius, Vegeta! And there are way more worthy abilities in a scale of values than pure strength, you barbaric monkeys!" – she shouted maddened.
Vegeta: "Not to a Saiyan." – The prince sentenced.
He savoured vexing her, and smiled when she crossed her arms in anger, and stuck her nose up in the air. He loved provoking her...
Vegeta: "Woman...enough arguing..." – he playfully tugged at the hem of her pyjama – "The series...?" – he tried to change topic to calm her down.
Bulma: "What about you, Vegeta?" – she turned to face him, unable to drop the conversation.
Vegeta: "What about me?" – He feigned confusion, but his smirk gave him away...
He knew exactly what she wanted to hear, but had decided not to give it to her.
She groaned in frustration, and hated how he always had to torment her...
Bulma: "Do you also agree with this 'enlightened' Saiyan core value system?!" – rage and sarcasm perspired through all her pores.
The prince's grin only grew wider...confrontation was shining in his eyes.
Vegeta: "Of course I do woman! I'm a Saiyan..."
She gritted her teeth at him and breathed out from her nose.
Her whole body was shaking with anger.
Bulma's fist clenched so tight around the two DVDs, that she felt the cases starting to crack.
She sought his eyes once again, and was determined to get her answer...
Bulma: "So I'm worthless to you...mighty prince of all Saiyans?"
Vegeta: "That's a loaded question...I'm not going to answer."
Bulma: "Bu-"
Vegeta: "No buts Bulma. This conversation is over." – he stated with an undoubtable sense of conclusion.
Yet, she wouldn't have it.
She so stubbornly sought for an answer, that he just wasn't willing to give her.
Bulma: "You met me over one year ago Vegeta...why am I still alive?"
It was his turn to express frustration.
He was done with this strife.
Vegeta: "I ask myself that very same question every day, woman. I unfortunately still have no answer. What are you trying to dig out? I am through with this." – he authoritatively replied – "I called you here to watch something together so you could stop that unbearable weeping...but I must admit...the uncontrollable nonsense spilling out of your mouth is actually borderline worse."
Bulma huffed and look away from him, softly dropping the DVDs on his bed.
She realized that this was all she was going to get from him...and that she should probably pick her battles better...
Bulma: "Fine." – she replied in a huffy tone. – "Where should we sit to watch these series anyway?"
Vegeta smirked, and nonchalantly relaxed against the headboard of his bed. He crossed his arms behind his head, and rested one foot over the other.
Vegeta: "Well...as the TV is there..." – he indicated with the smallest of chin movements. – "This seems like the most comfortable option to me woman..."
The prince tilted his head slightly to the side, to suggest she took a seat right besides him...
There was something about his manners, and his discreet insinuations, that lured her and irrationally drew her to him.
It took her all of her will power, and immense inner strength, not to jump on that bed and embrace him...
Instead, she held her breath in, and sought for a sharp and bold answer.
Bulma: "I thought you made it clear this morning, that I wasn't welcome on your bed. What made you change your mind, Vegeta...?!" – she challenged him, raising an eyebrow.
He grinned and accepted her staring dare; testing her patience with his confrontational glare.
Vegeta: "I think you're too smart for your own good, little one..." – he provocatively teased, sitting up to face her. – "Do you need a formal invitation letter to join me on my bed...?" – He grabbed her by the arm, before she could reply, and gently tugged at it to bring her off balance.
She fell face first on the bed, core pressed on his lap, and bum perked up on his bedside.
Vegeta: "There you go! Let me know if you need it 'stamped' too, woman..." – he jokingly played, taunting to spank her, enjoying the genius' flushed face.
Bulma: "VEGETA!" – she screamed scandalized, shocked by the Saiyan's behaviour.
Her cheeks turned as red as a rose as she scurried to get herself out of the compromising position.
The prince couldn't keep his giggles in no longer, and cracked up into the purest, deep-rooted of belly laughs.
Bulma was in awe...
Forgetting the embarrassment of the previous scenario, the sound of his laughter mesmerized her, making her feel like a privileged witness of a secret she shouldn't have known...
She sat crossed legs on his bed, right before him, observing the warrior amazed.
After calming down from his blissful guffaw, he softly brushed the laughter tears from his eyes.
He looked up at her, and genuinely smiled.
Bulma could have sworn her heart skipped a beat.
Vegeta: "You're funny woman..." – he sweetly told her, whilst trying to read in her eyes.
Bulma: "I'm funny?!" – she asked surprised – "Have you noticed your recent behaviour?! You're acting weird Vegeta...! This is so not you!"
Vegeta: "Weird...? Oh right! This is so not me...! It must be true if stated by prince Vegeta's expert Dr Bulma Briefs..." – he derided in a patronizing tone – "Let me guess...you were again presuming to know everything about something you know absolutely nothing about. Pathetic. Please don't tell me you thought you had me all figured out woman...as that would be thoroughly disappointing..."
Bulma blushed a little and looked down. He had again caught her red handed...
She sillily assumed that his 'stubborn, badass self', was all that the prince had to offer...
Bulma: "I guess you're right again Vegeta..." – she admitted in a guilty whisper – "I'm sorry..." – She bit her lower lip and observed him with remorseful eyes.
He exhaled loudly and shook his head in disbelief...
He was somehow upset to find out that she hadn't expected a different side of him...but was determined not to let it show...
Vegeta: "Whatever woman...I really don't give a sh*t about this. But there has been way too much talking, and I'm over it. Can we just move on to those series?"
Bulma nodded and reached out for the two cases. All this talking, discovering, taunting and teasing had almost drained her out too...
Interaction with Vegeta was a clashing of swords...and she also needed a new beginning...
Bulma: "Ok! So...the first one I have is called 'Game of Thrones'" – she handed him the DVD as she moved on with her explanation – "It's essentially a 'war series', placed in a fantasy land, where many different tribes and noble families battle against each other in order to claim their right to the 'Iron Throne'; which is basically the throne which rules over the 7 Kingdoms of this land. It's very well done! I actually think you would really like this one..." – she gave him this small background information, and waited for the prince's reaction.
The Saiyan observed the cover attentively, and seemed to be intrigued by the plot.
Vegeta: "Looks like a surprisingly adequate choice, woman. What else can you tell me about it?"
Bulma: "Well...it's kind of gruesome and graphic...but I'm sure you can handle that. And there is a lot of fighting involved...plus intrigues...boobs...and sex... plenty of sex actually..." – she purposefully specified, wanting to see if she could get him to blush a little...
But the prince saw through her game, and turned the tables on her.
Vegeta: "It seems like it's everything I've ever known in life..." – he challenged her back, with his low husky tone, arms crossed over his chest and wickedly grinning.
She felt her cheeks starting to burn again...and secretly cursed him for having all this effortless influence on her...
Bulma: "The plenty of sex part too...?" – the question flowed out of her mouth before she could stop it...her voice was hoarse and croaky, and gave her emotional state away...
The genius looked down at her hands and played with her lips again, trying in vain to hide her embarrassment, and god only knows what...
The prince's smirk grew wider as he savoured this small victory over her.
Vegeta: "Wouldn't you wanna know...?" – he breathed leaning closer to her, as his eyes sought the blue depths of hers.
She looked back up at him, with her unfiltered expression, and hopelessly fell victim of his gaze.
Bulma wished she had on him 10% of the power she held over other men...but the Saiyan made it always oh so clear, that it was him dominating their little exchanges...
This was new to her...and at the same time both terrifying and welcome...
Vegeta: "Tell me about the other one, woman." – he sternly asked, disrupting her short reverie.
Bulma: "The other...? Oh yes! Sure!" – she shook her head softly, coming back to reality, and reaching out for the second DVD – "Ok! So...this one..." – she tentatively started, trying her best to pick the right words for him – "Is ...a little bit different... I'm not sure it's your thing... but... I just wish you would give it a try... It is really funny actually...!"
Vegeta raised an eyebrow at her.
Her cautious words, and her beating around the bush behaviour, were unequivocal signals that she was up to something...
She made a funny face, closed her eyes tight, and hastily brought the FRIENDS Season 1 DVD in front of her face.
After a few seconds of receiving no reaction from the warrior, she slowly slid down the case to peek at him...
He was looking at her with his most condescending facial expression, and she needed no words to know what he was thinking...
Bulma: "I KNEW you would react this way!" – she jokingly pretended to be mad at him – "You're so predictable Vegeta!" – she teased the Saiyan, and stuck her tongue out at him.
Vegeta: "Predictable? Really? How so?" – he defied her, ready to take on a new battle.
Bulma: "Well...you do know that you just keep on repeating your three...actually... four favourite key concepts over, and over, and over again...don't you...?"
Vegeta grinned, he was curious to see where she would take this.
Vegeta: "No. Not really. Care expanding?"
Bulma: "Sure!" – she took this as an open invitation, and decided to mock him by trying to mimic his own, gruffly voice – "First concept: Kakarrot, I'll get stronger than you! I'll beat you! Second concept: Woman! Come fix my Gravity Chamber already! Third concept: I'm going to kill you! You stupid, idiotic wench! And last but not least...my very favourite Fourth concept: I am NOT your FU****G FRIEND!"
She giggled out loud and was proud of her little imitation.
Vegeta was surprised to see that she seemed perfectly unconcerned about the fact that he could easily take this the wrong way and kill her...
However he genuinely didn't...
He was trying his best to muster his maddened expression...but he honestly found her little gag entertaining.
Yet the game wasn't over...and he still had a chance to hit back...
Vegeta: "Utterly humorous, woman! Especially considering the fact that it was coming out of the mouth of a snivelling weakling, who's only repertoire consists of the most predictable clichés to try to get laid..."
Bulma's jaw dropped in disbelief! Did he really believe that?!
Bulma: "Vegeta! How dare you say something like that?! I was not...! I-I'm not...! I-I...I! Grrrrrrr!" – she jumped at him in frustration and tried to strike his cheek.
He obviously anticipated Bulma's blow, and stopped her effortlessly.
Vegeta: "I already told you not to try that, woman." – his voice was harsh and held an admonishing undertone.
His iron grip around her wrist was gentle enough not to hurt her, but strong enough to prevent even the smallest of movements.
The genius could only sigh in surrender, and release the tension in her body.
She somehow ended up on her knees, straddling the prince's legs...
She knew she had no chance sparring physically with him...but she couldn't keep her smart mouth shut...
Bulma: "Why? Scared of getting hurt, Saiyan...?" – she held his gaze with a defiant look.
He smiled a smirk at her that held a private secret...
Vegeta: "That's not for you to know, little one..."
After a few moments spent taking in the challenging expression of the prideful young woman, he unexpectedly 'attacked' her, by harmlessly biting the genius' nose.
Bulma: "Ouch! What did you do that for?!" – she screeched at him from instinctive reaction, rather than from actual pain...
Vegeta: "Get off me woman!" – he ordered sternly, his playful tone seemingly gone.
Bulma: "No!" – she shook her head earnestly, with a determined, straightened out face.
Vegeta: "No?" – he questioned daringly, trouble spelled all over his features...
Bulma held her ground, and shook her head again vigorously, welcoming the Saiyan's defy.
Vegeta: "Very well..." – he abruptly flipped them over, pinning the genius down – "What do you want from me?" – he held her wrist down with one hand, as he temptingly stroked her cheek with the knuckles of his other...
Bulma gasped, blushed, bit her lip, and averted her gaze for a second.
After calming herself, and her breathing pattern, she returned to the prince's staring contest... and got lost in Vegeta's onyx eyes...
His handsome face was getting closer to hers, and she softly closed her eyes, longing for his kiss...
The tips of their noses touched and sent shivers down her spine...her hips writhed in secret anticipation, and her lips parted to welcome his...
But all of a sudden his movements stopped, and she heard the sound of a silent chuckle...
She opened her eyes swiftly, and found the amused prince, heartily smiling down at her.
Vegeta: "Hoping for something...?" – he maliciously questioned, drinking in her worked up expression...
Bulma: "Stop teasing me!" – she complained in exasperation, squirming underneath him, and trying to knee him in the groin.
Vegeta: "Look at that! Such a feisty little vixen!" – he toyed the genius, blocking her knee by squeezing his legs – "Such a pity you've never learnt how to battle properly...you've got fight in you, cat!" – he burst into laughter and slowly released his grip.
Bulma immediately seized the opportunity, and aimed again to smack his cheek.
He promptly tossed them over, hindering the clash.
She ended up striding the seated prince, both arms bound behind her back...
Vegeta: "Try that one more time...and I'm going to rip your hands off..." – he tightened the grips around her wrists for extra emphasis.
This was not Vegeta fooling around, this was him being his menacing, daunting self.
Bulma: "Let go of me!" – she commanded, fed up of being manhandled by the Saiyan.
He glared at her, giving Bulma a last silent warning, before gradually loosening his grasp.
Bulma: "What's the big deal about a slap, Vegeta? We both know I couldn't possibly hurt you... Is it just a stupid Saiyan pride thing or something...? Or is there more to it, that you're keeping from me...?" – she asked him calmly, recognizing the pattern in his behaviour...
Vegeta: "Tsk! No, woman...it's not just a 'stupid Saiyan pride thing or something'..." – he replied in a condescending manner, before sighing out loudly. – "By slapping my cheek you would initiate a Saiyan ritual, that normally has two possible outcomes... However, considering your pathetic, inadequate, fail frame..." – he scanned her body with greedy analytical eyes – "It would either way result in your imminent death..."
Bulma gulped, paled, and felt weakened, envisioning the hypothetical prospect.
Something in his tone told her that he was saying an ancestral, unavoidable truth...
Her brain was sending her those unequivocal 'run away' signals...but her heart was dying to know more...
Bulma: "Are you going to tell me more about th-" – she tried asking him, avoiding his piercing gaze.
Vegeta: "No. That is all you need to know about this. It should hopefully keep you from trying something stupid again..."
She exhaled feebly, and nodded looking down.
Bulma: "All right..." – she whispered to her lap, a hint of disappointment tinting her voice...
He couldn't bear to see her that way...fu*k her and the inexplicable emotional power she held over him...
How could her mood affect him so much?!
How did she manage to get so deep under his skin...?!
Preposterous, ludicrous bit*h!
He hated her with all his heart...but she was winning this battle over him...
He needed to see her smile...
He yearned to make her laugh...
Vegeta: "Hey! What's that grudge?! I just saved your life, you ungrateful wench! Is this your way to thank me?! Is this your way to make it up to me?!" – he scolded her and tickled the genius unmercifully, eliciting her light-hearted crystalline laugh that warmed his heart and pleased his senses.
He felt so happy seeing her smile...and part of him wished he could always make her feel that way...
Bulma finally managed to wriggle her way off the prince's lap, and away from his playful torture...
She laughed so hard that tears were flowing from her eyes...and that was exactly what she needed that moment...
Bulma: "I can't believe my eyes Vegeta!" – she joyfully stated – "Look at you! Teasing, joking around, playing like a lion cub... Who would have thought you had that in you?! You've surprised me tonight dear prince...positively...I dare say..." – she added the last part with a tad of charm in her voice... – "Could it possibly be...that you are finally warming up to the idea of being my friend...?!"
Her words filled him with joy, but he was stubborn enough not to want to give it away...
Vegeta: "No, woman. That is never going to happen. But I'll admit...I do find you absurdly entertaining at times..."
Bulma snorted and rolled her eyes at him. Was that going to be the warrior's best attempt at trying to compliment her...?
She knew he could do better, but whatever...
Bulma: "What's your problem with friendship anyway?! Why are you so persistently refusing it?!"
Vegeta: "I am not persistently refusing it...it just doesn't apply to Saiyans..."
Bulma: "Really?! How so?! I'm sure you guys must have some sort of 'bonding time'..."
Vegeta: "Sure! Training and battles! Plenty of time to connect there too...!"
Bulma rolled her eyes at him again...it seemed like this conversation was leading to nowhere...
Bulma: "Boring, Vegeta! Is that all you Saiyans do?!"
Vegeta: "Yes, woman! That is all we Saiyans do...!" – he replied sarcastically, and was staring to get angry at her again...
He invited Bulma to his room, to watch something together, so that she would quit crying over that idiotic ex-boyfriend of hers...
But she had managed to manipulate this entire situation, in order to get out of him whatever information she needed...
Sneaky witch...he'd have to learn how to keep his defences up with her...
Bulma: "Come on! That must get so lonely Vegeta! Everybody needs someone to trust..."
Vegeta: "I never said we didn't need someone to trust, woman..."
He happily noticed that this caught Bulma's attention... it made him smile.
She kept silent and still...showing total eagerness to listen to what the prince had to say...
If she wanted to learn a bit more about Saiyans, so be it.
It couldn't hurt him to have someone to talk to.
Vegeta: "You are as curious as a fish...aren't you woman...?!"
She cheekily smiled and nodded.
He grinned back at her.
Vegeta: "All right then...as you really want to know...I'll tell you... Saiyans don't have an equivalent to human friendship, but from a very young age, we seek a special bond with a fellow warrior. Someone that we can blindly trust on the battlefield. That is essential to our survival. The root of this connection is so deep and incorruptible, that no matter the hardships life brings them, two bonded Saiyans will always find their way back together. This person, to a Saiyan, is his Igaléf. No matter the reason, if needed, a Saiyan is ready to die for his Igaléf."
Bulma listened to him in admiration, her heart throbbing from the numerous emotions she was experiencing in witnessing Vegeta open up to her...
She wanted to know more about him and his people...
She wanted to know everything about the mysterious prince of Saiyans...
Bulma: "And...what about a strong bond between a male and a female Saiyan...? How would that happen...? How would that be called...?" – she shyly asked, atypically timid, her curiosity growing...
The prince smirked, he knew exactly where she was trying to head...
Vegeta: "Someone's Igaléf, or trusted person, could be either a male or a female Saiyan, woman. Saiyan females were incredibly fearsome warriors too. You wouldn't have wanted to mess with any of them...trust me. But if what you are asking me about, are relationships of a very different nature...then those would be our Igaléfulás..."
Somehow, he had completely enraptured her...the way these alien words formed in his mouth, and echoed in her ears, had completely hypnotized her...
That moment she realized she was falling for him...and it wasn't just a simple fleeting crush...
Bulma: "A-and...h-how would someone become your Igaléful-"
Vegeta: "Enough Saiyan Studies for today, woman. Time to watch Game of Thrones..." – he smirked, poked her nose, and stood up to place the DVD in the player.
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