Ok, this warning is for all you little kiddies out there.
I'm not making this chapter NC17, but it does still contain some lemony
content. So please read responsibly. Being a mother, I don't wish to contribute
to your delinquency anymore than today's television already does. So, onward!!
For information purposes: the accident happened in
August, it is now late September.
Chapter 8: Oh, so Right
Bulma reached up turning off her computer, then picked up the arm load of files. "Toma, I'm calling it quits for the day! I'll see you Monday!"
"Have a nice weekend." She heard her secretary yell back as she walked down the corridor.
It had been over a month since the 'accident' and everything had gotten back to some sort of normalcy. Her father had broken all records getting the laser back up and functioning in time for the deadline.
"Idiot." She called herself for the thousandth time since her mistake with the laser. Now her parent had headed off to South City for a well earned vacation, leaving her in charge. There was nothing pressing going on, but as always there were mountains of paperwork to be done.
The gravity chamber hummed its usual melody. She gave it an agitated glance as she walked by. Vegeta had locked himself away in the damn thing again. Training harder than ever. "Uhgh! I wish he would hurry up and turn into a Super Saiyan. Maybe then he might have time for a normal life." She laughed at her logic. "Well, I guess this is his normal life. I wonder if Goku would have been like this if he hadn't lost his memory?"
She sat at the kitchen table for the next several hours, making corrections to about a third of her paper load. Yawning and stretching she looked up at the clock. 9:40. She had worked most of the day away, as usual. Without a boyfriend, Fridays had become fairly hum-drum. And with everybody preparing for the androids, there wasn't anyone to run around with.
She trudged up to her room and undressed. The bathtub seemed to be calling to her, so she ran it full and dumped in a generous amount of bubble bath. Pulling her hair up under a turby-twist, she sunk down into the warm water and sighed.
Vegeta cursed loudly. He had been about to fire a blast when the lights flickered, and the gravity fluctuated wildly sending him into the ceiling. He could smell wires burning somewhere.
"Unpredictable piece of junk!" he walked into the house. The table was covered with the woman's paperwork, but she was no where in sight. "Woman!" no answer. He made his way upstairs. He could hear her stereo playing and new she would never hear him over it, so he opened the door and walked in. The bathroom door was slightly ajar.
"Woman! That blasted machine is broken again!" he flung the door open and stopped.
"Aaahh! Vegeta! What the hell are you doing!? Don't you know how to knock?" she sank down further into the bubbles.
He felt his face get warm and new he was turning red. 'Maybe she won't notice.' He thought. "Woman, I demand you fix that machine."
"In case you haven't noticed, I'm taking a bath! Now get out you idiot!" she slung a hand full of water at him, leaving a trail of bubbles sliding down his bare chest.
"Keep that female smelling crap off of me, and get out!" he yelled, wiping at the sticky foam.
"I will not! I just got in and I'm staying right here until I feel like moving."
"Oh really?" he marched over and stuck his hand down in the water.
"Eeeeh! What are you doing?" she heard the pop and then the unmistakable sound of draining water. She lunged for the plug but he held it up out of her reach. "Put that back!"
"I want my machine fixed!"
"No!" That was it. It was about time that his royal highness learned he wasn't going to get his every demand catered too. She turned the water on to keep the tub from emptying.
He smirked at her feeble attempt to hide herself and turned the water off. He knew she would give in before exposing herself. Even though the idea was appealing.
Suddenly a very evil thought crossed her mind and she smiled. Ok, if he wanted to play games, then she would oblige. She had never been shy, and she was rather proud of her body. It couldn't be any different being naked in front of him than it was for her doctor.
"Fine. I'll get out."
He smirked triumphantly and started to put the plug back in the tub, when the crazy woman stood up. His eyes widened in shock. "Wh-what do you think your doing!" he shouted, backing up until his back was pressed against the counter.
Bulma reached down and turned the shower on, washing the soap off her body. 'Wow, I really am braver than I thought.' She laughed to herself. The look on his face was priceless, and he was red as a beet.
He watched as she rinsed then stepped from the tub and began to dry herself. He couldn't move, couldn't take his eyes off her. He could feel the desire starting to build up in him again.
She pulled off her hair wrap running her fingers through the blue mass, then sauntered up to him. "I'm out. But I still won't fix your stupid machine." She leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips preparing to scare him into his usual retreat from any romantic situation. He just stood there. His eyes shining with that strange light she'd seen only once before.
"Woman, do you have any idea what you're doing?" he said, breathlessly.
'Hmm, actually no, but maybe this is finally my chance to see just what your made of.' She thought. "Don't you?" she pressed her body against his, feeling him shudder. Or was that her?
"You don't want this woman. You don't understand." He groaned.
"Understand what? That you might actually want me? Is that such a horrible thing?" she nibbled on his jaw.
"I told you before. When a Saiyan takes a mate, it's for life. We don't have casual affairs." He could feel himself slipping farther and farther. If he was going to do this, he had to make sure she understood. "If we do this, you must understand the consequences."
She sobered a little. He was acting rather strange. "Consequences?"
"If we mate, then you will belong to me. You will be my property and I will kill anyone that messes with what is mine."
"Property?"
"Yes. Mine, until I see fit to let you go. But hear me out, I won't be like that idiot Kakarot. I will not take orders from you, I will not fawn over you like some love sick baka human. Nothing will change between us other than the fact that you will belong to Me." He growled out. The pressure of her naked body against him was sending him over the edge, but it was important for her to agree with him, even though he new he was only telling her half the truth. She must never be aloud to know how much power their union would give her over him.
She looked into his dark eyes. They were more open than she had ever seen them before. He looked vulnerable, afraid.
"Don't think this will change me woman. Because it won't. After we defeat those androids and I beat that fool Kakarot, there will be nothing to hold me here. So don't think that I will stay because of you. I won't give you the life you want."
"Then I'll just have to settle for what you will give Me." She kissed him deeply, feeling him relax and put his arms around her. It might not be the forever relationship she had always wanted, but it just seemed so right.
He carried her to the bed never breaking their kiss until he laid her down. She watched him take off his pants, amazed at how beautiful he was. Then he was back, crushing her down into the mattress.
He was so gentle, it amazed her. She never would have believed such a violent man capable of such tenderness. He had kissed away the tears she had shed upon his entry, and had been patient so as to not cause her more discomfort. But as their passion heightened, she had been the one to encourage him on. They cried out together. He growled deep in his throat as he climaxed, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of her neck. She barely felt the pain, an explosion of light blinding her to everything else. His memories flooded through her like a tidal wave. Visions of his father, his home world, his companions and enemies. All the emotions that he had ever felt.
When they subsided, she panted heavily to catch her breath, trying to decipher the multitude of information she had been overloaded with. It was the most intense experience she had ever had, and from the way Vegeta was breathing and shaking, it had obviously not left him untouched.
He clamped his eyes shut against the flood of emotions that surged through him. He had not realized just how alike they had really been. Even though she didn't have a blood lust like him, they actually felt most of the same emotions. Her baka mother had been right after all. Another secret he had to keep.
"You…you can tell no one what just transpired between us." He almost begged.
She heard the anguish in his voice. To tell anyone about him would be to strip away his pride, and she knew now that, that had been the only thing keeping him going his whole life. The pride of who he really was. The only thing that could not be beaten out of him. "I promise." She held him tightly, a little surprised that he didn't resist.
'I had no idea.' He thought with some amazement. Most of what had happened had just been instinctual. He could taste her blood on his tongue. It was sweet, like nothing else he had ever tasted before. 'Is that how it was supposed to be? Have I signed my own death warrant by doing this?' he watched the woman curled up on his chest. 'She knows my very soul, and yet she still trusts me.' He had felt the human emotion ebb from her during their mating, along with something else. He wasn't sure what it was, but it set off a protectiveness in him that he didn't know he could feel. How would he ever be able to leave now? This was why he hadn't wanted this to happen, he realized. The thought of ever loosing her would kill him. He would really have to keep his guard up around her now. She was the only person in all the universe who could ever truly hurt him. And that made her his most deadly adversary yet.
His eyes closed of their own will. For the first time in years, he slept peacefully.
Ok, ok, so it may not be completely in character, but, I COULDN'T DO IT!! I think this is why Toryama just skipped this part. I doubt even he could keep Vegeta in character and have Bulma fall for him enough to sleep with him. And his code of honor is just too great for forced sex. That's defiantly not Vegeta's style no matter how cruel he can be. Next: Bulma has a surprise for her Saiyan sweetie, just in time for Christmas! he he