A/N: Hey, thanks for all the reviews! Now go read!
I don't own Dragonballz.
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When Bulma regained her sense of reality, she noticed two things. One, that she was wrapped tightly around Vegeta's waist, and two, she was actually enjoying it. A lot more than she should have been.
*What's WRONG with me? I don't even know him and I already feel like slamming him onto this bed and just TAKING him. He's not THAT good looking, hell, he's barely my height! There's just SOMETHING appealing about him and Kami-dammit I want him, and if he's not too freaked out by me he'd probably sleep with me.*
The siren gave Vegeta no sign that she had cleared her mind, just relaxed in his arms, relishing in the fact that she could just let her guard down for a few minutes, if only that. Vegeta, however, was about as relaxed one would be after drinking three large cups of espresso.
*What the hell do I do now? Should I push her off or just wait until she scrambles away from me? If I shove her off will she just start getting spastic again? Should I ask her anything? Will she understand? Will she even HEAR me?*
Bulma slowly extracted her nails from Vegeta's armour, then leaned backwards until she sat up straight, gazing into the saiyajin king's eyes. They were so dark, black couldn't even be used to describe them. The sky-haired woman could tell that these were eyes of experience, eyes that had seen bloodshed, eyes that had witnessed carnage. What she DIDN'T see was how Vegeta had managed to come all this way unscathed. She was suffering, not physically but mentally, anyone could see that.
"How?" she asked, breaking the thoughtful and yet tense silence between them.
"How what?"
"How could you have seen so much and not go mad?"
"Simple. Detachment. I don't give a damn about anything. I stopped that long ago."
"What happened?"
"What do you MEAN, what happened?" Vegeta was rapidly growing tired of Bulma's questioning. It was making him queasy, something he wasn't used to and certainly didn't like. He didn't want to tell her about his past, it was better to leave it alone, keep it tucked away in the recesses of his mind.
"How did you detach yourself? What made you stop caring? I mean, I don't give a damn about much anymore besides my own life, I haven't for a while... but I guess it's because I held onto him... I lost control..." Bulma trailed off, having answered her own unspoken question, looking down at the bedspread.
"That is none of your business."
Bulma's visage turned to one of malice and contempt. "Oh, I'm SORRY. If your meaningless little life means that much to you, I guess you should keep it to yourself, shouldn't you. After all, you don't care, right? You can't tell me about it because you DO care, and can't admit it."
"How DARE you!"
"I dare because I have NOTHING LEFT. You hear me?? Nothing!! As far as I'm concerned, you can go FUCK yourself because I have nothing more to say to you."
Bulma abruptly rose from the bed and strode to the door, her goal being to find Goku, the one person she still gave a damn about. Her escape was blocked by Vegeta once again, as he pinned her to the door itself.
"You think you can just leave? Think again, SIREN." he sneered at the last word, and Bulma was VERY tempted to spit right in his arrogant, smirking, incredibly good looking face.
*Incredibly good looking? Gah! Why am I turned on by him??!!*
*Damn growling, feisty, sexy bitch... if she wasn't so damn arousing I'd have killed her by now.* "What you don't seem to understand, granted, no one's actually TOLD you this yet, but I OWN you. You are weaker, you are my prisoner. Everything you wish to do has to be cleared by me, and everything I say you will obey without question."
It was Bulma's turn to smirk, she found Vegeta to be quite hilarious. *That's absurd. There's no way in HELL I'll be playing this midget's bitch. Of course, if it involves sex... NO! Stop thinking like that!!*
"What the fuck are YOU smiling about, wench?"
"You're hilarious, you know that? You actually think you can control me. I wonder... did you forget that I'm INSANE or were you just born stupid?" Bulma's peals of laughter echoed throughout the room, unnerving Vegeta, though he didn't show it.
"You've spent too long doing what you want, I think this will subdue you a bit."
Bulma's laughter quieted to a silent shaking, and when she had partially composed herself, she spoke. "Are you for real? You have NO idea who you're dealing with. I've done a HELL of a lot more work than you EVER have. I spent fifteen FUCKING years scrubbing! There isn't a chance in the world that I'll follow anyone's orders ever again." By this time, the laughter was gone, replaced by a glare and a harsh tone accompanying her words.
"I know perfectly well who I'm dealing with. A woman who's overstepped her boundaries."
Bulma narrowed her eyes angrily, and this was the only warning Vegeta received before he was thrown against the wall on the other side of his room. Opening his eyes after the shock, he saw Bulma advancing towards him, a blue-black aura surrounding her.
"You want to play it that way? Fine."
Vegeta brought forth his own power arsenal, bringing his level high enough that the crew above deck was wondering what the hell was going on.
"You think he's having trouble with the siren?"
"Look Nappa, she's not THAT strong."
"Bardock, you're a man of science... here, I'll give you the equation, and you can tell me what you think. Vegeta + powering up = pissed off king. Either that or he's taking in account Radditz' death. Her power isn't in the low areas either."
"I just hope they don't tear up the ship. Don't worry though, the siren picked off my son because he was below average. She was lucky in that sense. Vegeta will have her under control in a few minutes."
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"You son of a bitch!" Bulma delivered a swift uppercut to Vegeta's jaw, then slammed his body onto the wooden floor, HARD. The saiyajin king tried to sit up but found himself slapped in the face, AGAIN.
*This isn't working. I'll have to play dirty.* Vegeta quickly pinned Bulma's arms to her sides and leaned up, claiming her mouth with hers. Bulma, not used to this happening during a fight, responded back eagerly, sucking on Vegeta's tongue in the process. Every bit of anger, frustration and madness went into that kiss, and the diminutive royal almost was caught off guard... almost.
He effectively flipped the savage siren over, holding her hands steadfast to the floor, but not breaking the kiss. It was Bulma who took upon that task.
"That was fucking underhanded and you know it."
"You loved it."
Bulma growled ferally, not phasing Vegeta in the slightest. In fact, Bulma soon found herself drowning in another kiss, her mind leaving her.
*Fuck! Why does he have to be so GOOD?*
Vegeta let go of Bulma lips, choosing to nip along her jaw line instead. The Prynca-clad woman arched against him, making Vegeta's pants become a little more uncomfortable than before. Vegeta ran his tongue along Bulma's throat, placing sensual kisses down her jugular vein. Bulma fought desperately to keep back the moans that she felt she needed let out, and succeeded... if only for the first few seconds.
Vegeta stopped his kisses as the siren threw back her head and moaned, breathing heavily. She tilted her head back to its normal position and winked at the king. Confused, Vegeta took no notice that Bulma's hands were no longer pinned to the floor.
THUMP!
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Let me know what you think and have a nice day!
I don't own Dragonballz.
~*~
When Bulma regained her sense of reality, she noticed two things. One, that she was wrapped tightly around Vegeta's waist, and two, she was actually enjoying it. A lot more than she should have been.
*What's WRONG with me? I don't even know him and I already feel like slamming him onto this bed and just TAKING him. He's not THAT good looking, hell, he's barely my height! There's just SOMETHING appealing about him and Kami-dammit I want him, and if he's not too freaked out by me he'd probably sleep with me.*
The siren gave Vegeta no sign that she had cleared her mind, just relaxed in his arms, relishing in the fact that she could just let her guard down for a few minutes, if only that. Vegeta, however, was about as relaxed one would be after drinking three large cups of espresso.
*What the hell do I do now? Should I push her off or just wait until she scrambles away from me? If I shove her off will she just start getting spastic again? Should I ask her anything? Will she understand? Will she even HEAR me?*
Bulma slowly extracted her nails from Vegeta's armour, then leaned backwards until she sat up straight, gazing into the saiyajin king's eyes. They were so dark, black couldn't even be used to describe them. The sky-haired woman could tell that these were eyes of experience, eyes that had seen bloodshed, eyes that had witnessed carnage. What she DIDN'T see was how Vegeta had managed to come all this way unscathed. She was suffering, not physically but mentally, anyone could see that.
"How?" she asked, breaking the thoughtful and yet tense silence between them.
"How what?"
"How could you have seen so much and not go mad?"
"Simple. Detachment. I don't give a damn about anything. I stopped that long ago."
"What happened?"
"What do you MEAN, what happened?" Vegeta was rapidly growing tired of Bulma's questioning. It was making him queasy, something he wasn't used to and certainly didn't like. He didn't want to tell her about his past, it was better to leave it alone, keep it tucked away in the recesses of his mind.
"How did you detach yourself? What made you stop caring? I mean, I don't give a damn about much anymore besides my own life, I haven't for a while... but I guess it's because I held onto him... I lost control..." Bulma trailed off, having answered her own unspoken question, looking down at the bedspread.
"That is none of your business."
Bulma's visage turned to one of malice and contempt. "Oh, I'm SORRY. If your meaningless little life means that much to you, I guess you should keep it to yourself, shouldn't you. After all, you don't care, right? You can't tell me about it because you DO care, and can't admit it."
"How DARE you!"
"I dare because I have NOTHING LEFT. You hear me?? Nothing!! As far as I'm concerned, you can go FUCK yourself because I have nothing more to say to you."
Bulma abruptly rose from the bed and strode to the door, her goal being to find Goku, the one person she still gave a damn about. Her escape was blocked by Vegeta once again, as he pinned her to the door itself.
"You think you can just leave? Think again, SIREN." he sneered at the last word, and Bulma was VERY tempted to spit right in his arrogant, smirking, incredibly good looking face.
*Incredibly good looking? Gah! Why am I turned on by him??!!*
*Damn growling, feisty, sexy bitch... if she wasn't so damn arousing I'd have killed her by now.* "What you don't seem to understand, granted, no one's actually TOLD you this yet, but I OWN you. You are weaker, you are my prisoner. Everything you wish to do has to be cleared by me, and everything I say you will obey without question."
It was Bulma's turn to smirk, she found Vegeta to be quite hilarious. *That's absurd. There's no way in HELL I'll be playing this midget's bitch. Of course, if it involves sex... NO! Stop thinking like that!!*
"What the fuck are YOU smiling about, wench?"
"You're hilarious, you know that? You actually think you can control me. I wonder... did you forget that I'm INSANE or were you just born stupid?" Bulma's peals of laughter echoed throughout the room, unnerving Vegeta, though he didn't show it.
"You've spent too long doing what you want, I think this will subdue you a bit."
Bulma's laughter quieted to a silent shaking, and when she had partially composed herself, she spoke. "Are you for real? You have NO idea who you're dealing with. I've done a HELL of a lot more work than you EVER have. I spent fifteen FUCKING years scrubbing! There isn't a chance in the world that I'll follow anyone's orders ever again." By this time, the laughter was gone, replaced by a glare and a harsh tone accompanying her words.
"I know perfectly well who I'm dealing with. A woman who's overstepped her boundaries."
Bulma narrowed her eyes angrily, and this was the only warning Vegeta received before he was thrown against the wall on the other side of his room. Opening his eyes after the shock, he saw Bulma advancing towards him, a blue-black aura surrounding her.
"You want to play it that way? Fine."
Vegeta brought forth his own power arsenal, bringing his level high enough that the crew above deck was wondering what the hell was going on.
"You think he's having trouble with the siren?"
"Look Nappa, she's not THAT strong."
"Bardock, you're a man of science... here, I'll give you the equation, and you can tell me what you think. Vegeta + powering up = pissed off king. Either that or he's taking in account Radditz' death. Her power isn't in the low areas either."
"I just hope they don't tear up the ship. Don't worry though, the siren picked off my son because he was below average. She was lucky in that sense. Vegeta will have her under control in a few minutes."
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"You son of a bitch!" Bulma delivered a swift uppercut to Vegeta's jaw, then slammed his body onto the wooden floor, HARD. The saiyajin king tried to sit up but found himself slapped in the face, AGAIN.
*This isn't working. I'll have to play dirty.* Vegeta quickly pinned Bulma's arms to her sides and leaned up, claiming her mouth with hers. Bulma, not used to this happening during a fight, responded back eagerly, sucking on Vegeta's tongue in the process. Every bit of anger, frustration and madness went into that kiss, and the diminutive royal almost was caught off guard... almost.
He effectively flipped the savage siren over, holding her hands steadfast to the floor, but not breaking the kiss. It was Bulma who took upon that task.
"That was fucking underhanded and you know it."
"You loved it."
Bulma growled ferally, not phasing Vegeta in the slightest. In fact, Bulma soon found herself drowning in another kiss, her mind leaving her.
*Fuck! Why does he have to be so GOOD?*
Vegeta let go of Bulma lips, choosing to nip along her jaw line instead. The Prynca-clad woman arched against him, making Vegeta's pants become a little more uncomfortable than before. Vegeta ran his tongue along Bulma's throat, placing sensual kisses down her jugular vein. Bulma fought desperately to keep back the moans that she felt she needed let out, and succeeded... if only for the first few seconds.
Vegeta stopped his kisses as the siren threw back her head and moaned, breathing heavily. She tilted her head back to its normal position and winked at the king. Confused, Vegeta took no notice that Bulma's hands were no longer pinned to the floor.
THUMP!
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Let me know what you think and have a nice day!