CH21

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Bulma's lips felt like they were on fire. Her friend had pushed her against a wall and captured her attention quickly with his lips on hers. They were soft just like she had dreamed they would be. His tongue wanted access, but Bulma wouldn't grant it because just a simple kiss was enough. Wait. A kiss?

The Jarkin beauty pushed Vegeta away and held her hand over her mouth. They had just kissed which was something Bulma wished for, but was now frightened that it actually happened. A lowly Jarkin female had just kissed the Saiyan prince and if anyone saw them there would be hell to pay.

Her eyes widened when he spoke. "You can't leave this planet with one of those idiots. I simply won't allow it," Vegeta said after crossing his arms over his chest.

She noticed that the prince was shaking, but from what? Anger? Excitement? It was too much for her to handle in such a short amount of time. Only a few minutes ago she was debating on who to choose as an alien mate and then, wham, her best friend throws a curve ball and slaps a wet one on her. Life's so cruel.

Bulma darted out of the room leaving a confused prince in her wake. Vegeta touched his lips with a finder tip and closed his eyes. The feeling of her mouth on his was a sensation he wanted to feel for the rest of his life. She must have felt the same way, but her reaction was less than what he expected.

The prince left his mother's room and started towards Bulma's chambers. Surely she would go back to her room to think about what happened. Maybe he acted too suddenly, but he didn't know how else to explain it. Saiyan men are not good with words.

As Vegeta approached her quarters he could hear a conversation going on inside. It was Bulma and one of his mother's servants. She was informed Bulma that Prince Yamcha of Earth had requested she have a private dinner with him tonight. No.

Vegeta opened the door without knocking and let himself in. "Get out," he said to the small servant. She quickly bowed and exited the room leaving the two uncomfortable people inside.

"It's not going to happen," Vegeta said as he closed the door behind the woman.

"What?" Bulma asked while trying to act like nothing had happened.

"You know what. I won't let you be alone with that sorry excuse for a warrior."

"Let me? You'll always think that you can boss me around and besides I don't have a choice," she replied as she went through the gowns in her closet.

"Why can't you choose?" Vegeta grabbed her arm.

"He requested it through the King. What his majesty says, goes," she smirked. A blush tinted her cheeks as she noticed how close he was standing to her. She removed her elbow from his grasp and took the dress she had chosen and laid it on her bed.

"Now, if you would be so kind as to get out so I can change, I would appreciate it," Bulma smiled.

Vegeta was fuming behind her. He couldn't wait to be king so his stupid father couldn't ruin his plans all the time.

"Fine, go to the pansy. Just know that when you get back, I'll be waiting." With that said the prince left Bulma's room and slammed the door behind him.

Bulma thought about her kiss with Vegeta the entire time she dressed. What did it mean? Obviously he felt something for her, but did he do it because he wanted her to stay on Planet Vegeta, or does he really love her?

A knock sounded from her bedroom door. She straightened her plain white dress and answered the patient man on the other side. Yamcha was wearing a black suit with a single rose waiting in his hand to give her. He was a handsome man, but his confidence was overbearing.

"I've had dinner set up in the garden. Shall we go?" He asked while holding out his arm for her.

Bulma lightly placed her arm around his and they walked linked to each other through the halls and outside. The night was beautiful with stars twinkling in the sky above. Surrounded by flowers there was a small round table with two chairs on either side. Two tall red candles set in the middle of the table with the soft wind making the flames dance.

After sitting, the two began their meals that were already placed before them. Bulma was uncomfortable alone with this man for unknown reasons. He never threatened her, but something about him was making her edgy. His black hair was styled neatly atop his head and his face was clean shaven. Bulma didn't want to admit it, but he was very handsome. Of course no one compared to Vegeta, but…where did that come from?

Bulma shook her head and silently laid her fork down on the plate in front of her. She gently wiped the corners of her mouth and glanced in the man's direction. He wasn't eating anymore, but staring back at her.

"What?" She asked with a smile

"I want you to be my bride," Yamcha admitted.

"Prince Yamcha, I already know that."

"Yes, of course. Ever since I saw you at one of the King's banquets, I couldn't get you off my mind. Day and night I thought of having you by my side and now I actually have a chance of that dream coming true. Won't you consider me as a man you can spend your life with?"

Bulma couldn't believe that this arrogant man had a soft side. His eyes pleaded with her to love him, but she could only picture one man saying those sweet words to her.

"I'll think about it. It's starting to get chilly so I'd like to go back to my room," Bulma said after a few passing moments.

"As you wish, my lady."

He walked her back to her chambers and stopped at her door. Bulma turned to thank him for the meal, but was met with lips on her cheek. She could feel power rising from her room so she knew Vegeta was not happy about the situation.

"Thank you, Prince Yamcha. I'll see you around," Bulma smiled and quickly entered her dark room.

She reached for the lights, but a hand was covering the switch. She turned to see the shadows of Vegeta's face in front of her. The outline of a scowl was already present so she knew he was about to pop.

"He touched you," Vegeta snarled.

"Calm down. It was only a peck on the cheek and what do you care?" Bulma sucked in air and waited for an angry reply, but was met with silence.

"Vegeta?" She asked the man still staring at her in the dark.

"Bulma, how do you feel about me?" He asked seriously.

"Stop playing around," she sighed.

"I'm not joking," Vegeta said as he placed a hand on the side of her face.

She wanted to melt into his touch, but there were laws against that. His warm touch was driving her insane and she couldn't think of anything to say.

"Woman, answer me," he commanded.

"I don't know what to say," she choked out.

The prince pressed his body against hers and pinned her to the door. "Tell me that I'm who you want as a mate."

Bulma moaned as his chest glided across her nipple beneath the thin dress she wore.

"If I'm the one you want, I'll make you mine tonight," he whispered into her ear.

His body was making her think of terrible things that would get her beheaded. Vegeta's deep voice rang through her ears as she thought of something, anything to say that would get her out of this trouble. Unfortunately, her heart wouldn't comply.

"Vegeta," she breathed. That was enough of a yes for the prince.

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