J Arigotto for all the reviews. Geeh, I must have done something right that time,... Let's try if I can do it again. Chapter 2. yeah, it's short. But it 'll probably get longer by the next part.
How the two of them had made it to the opposite sides of the room so fast was a mystery.
But there they were: Bulma's room was a spacious chamber, but it still seemed the two lovers couldn't get far enough away from each other. Vegeta had stumbled his way to the window next to the bed, looking for all the world like he was quite tempted to leave through it right now.
Bulma had made it even farther; all the way to the door. She stood, back pressed against it, wide-eyed with the sheet clung in front of her. She could have pulled the door open and gotten even further away from this horrible creature -this horrible situation- but the though of having to take even half a step closer to this, this beast was un-acceptable.
Not that our blue-haired lady was thinking very clearly right now; she was just panicking. She just screamed and screamed.
She didn't actually scream anything, just produced as much sound as she could. All in the futile wish that this was all just a bad dream. One from which one her own screams could awaken her. My Kami, I wouldn't. I couldn't.
It was all her mind had room for. All she could think as she emptied her lungs, her silk sheet clutched to her body protectively, but forgotten.
Not him! Not…
As she finally had to pause to draw a breath, the errant Prince cut her off with his own ear-piercing tirade.
"Woman SHUTUP SHUT UP, STUP UP!!!"
Bulma didn't know exactly why she complied, probably because she was hyperventilating too hard to continue. Whatever the reason, her next wail died on her throat.
The Saiyi-jin went on, however, oblivious, hands pressed over his ears protectively.
"JUST SHUT UP, YOU BITCH! IF ANYONE SHOULD BE SCREAMING IT WOULD BE"
Noticing the woman had closed her mouth, Vegeta warily lowered his hands form his ears. "me."
All was silent. Bulma stared, frozen. Vegeta held still too, though his black eyes soon left her to dart about the room. It felt like forever; no one dared move, for whatever there reasons might be. After what seemed forever, finally, a bird outside decided all was save, and resumed his chirping.
It was too much for Bulma to take.
Staring at the naked prince, there was no way she could deny it. No way she could deny what she had done. What they had done. What he had done!
Tears brimmed her eyes, words finally returning to her.
"You used me."
Vegeta's eyes snapped back on her, but his frown asked for more clarification.
Our young scientist was more than happy to give it to him.
"I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doing. You. You took advantage of me! You! And I-"
"Don't be stupid woman!"
He snarled at her, still not having made a move beyond baring his teeth. "How could screwing you have any advantage for me at all!"
More birds started chirping as Bulma rolled this around her mind, confused as to what this was supposed to mean. She didn't get a change to return fire, though. He beat her to the punch. Again.
"Now." he said, almost cautiously taking half a step away from the window. Panic rose in the woman's throat all the same. She did not fancy him near her!
"If you would excuse me." He reached for the bed, stretching his arm. Her way...
Bulma gulped.
"I have training to do."
With that, he quickly grabbed his training-shorts from the bed-sheets, jumping out the window and out if sight.
Out of hearing too, probably, but that stop Bulma to spew her gall.
"You keep the hell away from me you barbarian MONKEY!"