Chapter 7 – Explosion
Vegeta walked into the kitchen of the guest house. Bulma was busy on the phone, trying to find out who the tabloid had bought the picture from. Irritated, she hung up the phone "bunch of no-good, incapacitated morons." The Saiyan looked the over the kitchen table at various plates of materials.
The woman let herself fall against the kitchen counter and rubbed her temple. For a moment she sighed "how did the gravity machine work?" Vegeta got a grin "I must say, it works fine". Bulma looked up "fine? He must be working perfectly!" She grabbed her toolbox "I'll take a look at it".
Her bodyguard grabbed her wrist "you really are a perfectionist aren't you?" She gave him a big wink "of course, I was nominated for that award for a reason". Together they walked up the hallway, towards the machine. Vegeta tried once more to concentrate on a ki, but nothing. Or he was just that weak.
Arriving in the room, Bulma walked straight to the main computer. She opened it and looked at it in surprise. Then she shot up and walked backwards, startled. Vegeta looked at the blue haired woman "what?" At that moment they heard a click, Vegeta flew at Bulma with all the speed he had, grabbing her.
An explosion occurred; Vegeta holding Bulma tight and shot a hole in the wall. Together they flew through due to the force of the blast. They ended up on the grass together; Vegeta was lying protectively over Bulma. The Saiyan prince had managed to take most of the damage, Bulma was fairly unharmed. The two looked at each other in shock.
Vegeta tried to stand, but was still more wounded than he wanted to admit. Bulma caught him "Vegeta, stay with me "she sounded frightened. The prince dropped to his knees, the woman he had rescued held him upright. "A simple explosion won't bring the Saiyan prince down" Vegeta laughed but then fell unconscious anyway.
Bulma stood up and looked around her, there were paparazzi standing at the fence, from another side came her parents running and some staff. Her father wanted to call an ambulance, but Bulma pushed his phone away from his ear. She sighed "if we have him in a bed, I know what to do". Her father nodded that he understood her "Boys help, lift him to the house".
Almost two hours passed, Bulma sat beside her bodyguard's bed. Growling and groaning, he woke up. Bulma had a worried little smile on her face she put her hand on his forehead as she sat down on his bed. "How do you feel?" Vegeta looked at her, but still he said nothing. "Vegeta If it weren't for you I would have been, thank you". She pressed a kiss against his cheek.
The Saiyan remained silent, saying nothing. He pushed himself up slightly and pulled the IV out of his arm. Bulma wanted to push him back into bed "You just woke up, please take it easy." She sounded stern. Vegeta cast an angry look "someone is sneaking up on me and thinks he can outsmart me, the Saiyan prince. He's going down".
The door opened, Dr. Brief entered "how are you feeling boy?" The prince looked at bandages across his chest. The old man continued "it was a good thing you were there, I won`t be able to think of anyone else who can escape an explosion like that and live to tell about it". This did the prince's ego good to hear.
Dr. Briefs placed a detonator on the table, Bulma grabbed it "What is this?" she asked. The man looked at his daughter "these are parts we use to make the engine of a spaceship. This was in the core of the bomb, so it had as much power as a spaceship engine". Bulma rubbed her face "wow".
There was a knock at the door; a lab assistant entered "Bulma, dr. Briefs, I am here to deliver mail, Panchy sent me". Bulma accepted the stack of letters "Oh thank you Stevie". He walked away. Vegeta growled "who was that?" The blue haired woman laughed "Stevie has been working for daddy for years; you don't need to worry about him".
The old man stood up "I will let you rest for a while, if there is anything I will hear about it". The man disappeared; Bulma sat back down on the bed. "The lunatic was just in the lab and just took stuff. This is fucking ridiculous". Bulma picked up the mail and sat cross-legged.
The letters were boring, two invoices and a few fan letters. Also an invitation to the awards ceremony "oh a red carpet gala, I can't wait" Bulma was wobbling with enthusiasm. Then there was another letter, it only had a stamp on it like the others she had received. Startled, she looked at her bodyguard who took the letter from her.
Vegeta ripped open the letter; it was another letter with a photograph. The photo was from right after the explosion Vegeta was lying on the grass with Bulma holding him. In a shaky voice Bulma said "he must have been with the paparazzi, he was among them!" Together they folded the letter over, again lettering out newspapers:
Bulma you whore what does that man have now except muscles?
Your lapdog can't always protect you anymore
Next time you will color the red carpet deeper red
I'll take that prize from you Dear Bulma I love you
With a deep sigh Bulma put the letter aside "idiot". Vegeta lay back in bed; he put a hand on his head, what was wisdom now he thought. Bulma lay down next to him, her hand on his chest. "I would have looked so beautiful in a gala dress, you couldn't have taken your eyes off me" Bulma teased.
Then Vegeta got an idea "And you are going there". Bulma came up straighter; she looked at the man next to her "Are you crazy?" Vegeta put two hands under his head "we're provoking him, there's nothing wrong with that" Bulma shook her head "you're using me as live bait?" With a grin her bodyguard said "yes."
Bulma shot up from his bed "No, I can't do that. Yes I want to go to the gala, but he almost killed us already". Vegeta sat up straight again and grabbed her hand. Gently he pulled Bulma back to the bed, closer to him. The prince pressed a kiss to her neck "and he thinks he has another chance at that, but he underestimates me. He has no idea who he's dealing with". Bulma was enjoying every single brush of his touch on her neck.
Every time his lips touched her skin it seemed like electricity was shooting through her. "You still need to recover your strength," Bulma moaned. Vegeta stopped and looked at her. Bulma`s hand pressed gently against his chest and he lay back down. She pressed her body against his and whispered "calm down hotshot" and put her head against his shoulder
She heard his heart pounding in his chest. Bulma`s hand stroking his muscular belly. She pushed herself up slightly and pressed her lips against his. As an immediate automatic reaction, they became engaged in a passionate kiss. She just couldn`t get enough of this man.
Her hand slipped down to the edge of his boxers. With her fingers just under the edge she slid back and forth "you vicious woman" Vegeta gasped softly. Bulma pressed her hand into his boxers and grabbed his shaft "you have no idea". Vegeta pushed his boxers down with one hand to make more room. Every pull Bulma gave, pleasure shot through his body.
Massaging, she stroked him. Bulma watched the small reactions of his body. Vegeta had dropped his head back in to his pillow and closed his eyes. A loud moan escaped his lips. Suddenly he felt her lips on his tip, she took him slightly in the mouth and swirled her tongue around him. "Fuck Bulma" gasped Vegeta.
She took him completely in the mouth while still massaging his base with one hand. Sucking and licking, she brought the Saiyan prince to seventh heaven. A lick along his shaft, a swirl over his glans and she took him again. Sucking, her head moved up and down, Vegeta grabbed her hair.
The body that Bulma now had all the power over began to shake more and more uncontrollably. His grip tightened, his back arched as he finished. Bulma swallowed everything eagerly. She licked her lips and came back to lie next to her Saiyan prince. They kissed Vegeta whispered "filthy woman"
She snuggled close to him. His hand caressed her back; he kissed her against her temple. For a moment they lay together, when Bulma heard soft snoring. "Sleep well Vegeta "she whispered. Her eyes closed as well and she drifted gently off to sleep.
The next morning they were awakened by a knock at the door. Panchy came strolling into the room "oh I'm not disturbing anything am I?" Bulma sat up straight "no mother, we were only sleeping". She put a tray of breakfast on a table next to the bed. "Oh Bulma honey, there was a phone call asking if you are coming to the red carpet party?"
The brilliant inventor looked at her bodyguard together they grinned "yes!" Bulma turned her whole body to Vegeta "what's your plan, Mr. tough Saiyan?" He pressed himself straight up in bed "I don't have a plan, you're going to that party and what did you say about that dress?" Startled, she looked at him, but then she figured out who she was dealing with. He's the prince of all Saiyans, he doesn't let anyone win, she will be save.