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Chapter 10
'Him!?' There on her bed sat Vegeta with a large, amused smirk on his face.
"So you finally notice me, eh, woman?" He chuckled at the glare she sent his way. "You know. with your guard down like it was a moment ago, you do realize, that I could've taken advantage of. that exquisite outfit of yours." His eyes roamed up and down her body suggestively as he licked his lips.
Quickly, she slipped on a robe, not that it covered much thanks to the seductive material she'd meant to use to her advantage. "Did you need something, monkey boy, or did you come here to gawk?" she spit out as if the sentence were acid itself.
His growl normally would've chased the offender to fall on their knees and beg forgiveness, but not Bulma. She just stood there staring at him with malice. "I was told to send a message and I intend to do just that." He cleared his throat a little and stood up straighter, if that were possible. "Lord Frieza sends his greetings and welcome. Along with his greetings he sends an invitation, in hope that you'll join us, for dinner."
She shook her head and laughed. "Well you can tell the lizard to shove that 'invitation' straight up his ass."
Vegeta chuckled and stood. "You know woman," he paused and walked to the door. "Its not smart to fuck with Frieza. But, I have to admit, it'll be amusing to watch."
She snarled, stomped over to him, raised her arms and gave him a nice, hard shove. "Asshole!" she screamed before slamming the door shut causing the walls nearby to shake.
He chuckled. 'She'll be the entertainment by tomorrow dinner at most.' Vegeta thought as he walked down the hall towards the throne room to tell Frieza her response, exactly as she'd said it.
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Bulma sighed and slipped into the 'nightgown' she'd bought earlier, if that's what you'd call a nightgown. Slowly, she dragged herself over to her bed, lay down, and closed her eyes. Moments later she was asleep. Bulma's eyes shot open as she heard a knock at her door. She glanced at the clock and cursed. '10 minutes!? They couldn't even leave me alone for more than 10 minutes!?' Her senses became slowly aware and she shot out of bed knowing it was someone with a high ki level.
Chapter 10
'Him!?' There on her bed sat Vegeta with a large, amused smirk on his face.
"So you finally notice me, eh, woman?" He chuckled at the glare she sent his way. "You know. with your guard down like it was a moment ago, you do realize, that I could've taken advantage of. that exquisite outfit of yours." His eyes roamed up and down her body suggestively as he licked his lips.
Quickly, she slipped on a robe, not that it covered much thanks to the seductive material she'd meant to use to her advantage. "Did you need something, monkey boy, or did you come here to gawk?" she spit out as if the sentence were acid itself.
His growl normally would've chased the offender to fall on their knees and beg forgiveness, but not Bulma. She just stood there staring at him with malice. "I was told to send a message and I intend to do just that." He cleared his throat a little and stood up straighter, if that were possible. "Lord Frieza sends his greetings and welcome. Along with his greetings he sends an invitation, in hope that you'll join us, for dinner."
She shook her head and laughed. "Well you can tell the lizard to shove that 'invitation' straight up his ass."
Vegeta chuckled and stood. "You know woman," he paused and walked to the door. "Its not smart to fuck with Frieza. But, I have to admit, it'll be amusing to watch."
She snarled, stomped over to him, raised her arms and gave him a nice, hard shove. "Asshole!" she screamed before slamming the door shut causing the walls nearby to shake.
He chuckled. 'She'll be the entertainment by tomorrow dinner at most.' Vegeta thought as he walked down the hall towards the throne room to tell Frieza her response, exactly as she'd said it.
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Bulma sighed and slipped into the 'nightgown' she'd bought earlier, if that's what you'd call a nightgown. Slowly, she dragged herself over to her bed, lay down, and closed her eyes. Moments later she was asleep. Bulma's eyes shot open as she heard a knock at her door. She glanced at the clock and cursed. '10 minutes!? They couldn't even leave me alone for more than 10 minutes!?' Her senses became slowly aware and she shot out of bed knowing it was someone with a high ki level.
