A/N: Thanks to everybody that reviewed. With as long as it took me to post this chapter I wouldn't be surprised if everybody has lost interest in my story. As of late, there has been a lot of stuff going on in my life, and my writing time has been cut way down. Anyway thanks again to everybody that reviewed.
// Bond //
~ Thoughts ~
^ Change in location or time ^
It was late in the morning; Bulma was stretched out on their plush green sofa watching a movie, she was wearing a short teal dress and had her hair pulled up in a ponytail. Vegeta had woke her up early that morning to fix his breakfast, and then went out to train after he ate. Bulma sighed as she sunk lower into the couch; she ignored everything around her and became engrossed in her film. An hour and a half later, the movie ended, Bulma let out a contented sigh as she sat up and stretched, then leaned against the back of the couch.
// Bulma looked up when she heard the sound of a door opening and closing. A moment later, a shirtless Vegeta came into view, his black training shorts clinging to him. When he noticed her in the living room he headed over and stopped in front of her, he towered over her as she gazed up at him.
Vegeta smirked evilly as he bent down towards her, and settled his hands on the back of the couch, one on each side of her head to support his weight. Bulma blushed and leaned away from him as he kept coming closer, forcing her to lay her head on the back of the couch, as she tried to keep some distance between them. But he didn't stop until their noses were almost touching.
He quickly closed the distance between them and placed a searing kiss on her lips. Bulma hesitated before she gradually ran her hands up his arms, then across his shoulders to the back of his neck, she tangled her fingers in his flame like hair and pulled him closer. Vegeta smirked against her and nibbled on her bottom lip as she started to respond to him
Vegeta slowly pulled away from her, shifted his weight, and sat down beside her; he then reached over and drawled her onto his lap. He leaned in and started kissing Bulma again; he flicked his tongue against her lips before he slipped it inside. Vegeta's tongue battled with hers as his hands traveled down her sides then back up as he continued his assault on her. His hands stopped their journey when they reached the sides of her breasts and he began to lightly stroke her with his fingers. He slowly pulled away from their kiss, so that Bulma could catch her breath; then trailed kisses along her jaw and down her neck. //
Bulma jumped at the sound of the back door closing, she glanced up to see Vegeta walk into the kitchen for lunch. She blushed and sunk lower into the couch as he headed over to the fridge. ~ I wonder if he has noticed me? I don't want to deal with him right now, not with the stuff that I was just thinking about still fresh. I could try to sneak off but can I get up stairs without him knowing? ~ Vegeta opened the refrigerator door; stuck his head in, and started rummaging around for something to eat. ~ Now's my chance. ~ Bulma started to tip toe away when his voice stopped her.
"Did you really think that I didn't see you in there or that you could sneak off with out me knowing?"
"Well I'd thought I would give it a try," she mumbled to herself hoping that he wouldn't hear her. Vegeta snorted when her words reached his ears, he pulled some leftovers from the fridge, and walked over to the table. He sat his snack down; used his ki to warm up the food, then dropped into his chair and started eating.
Bulma observed him, when he went about eating ignoring her, she ran up the stairs and into her room. She quickly changed into a black short sleeve button up shirt and a pair of jeans. She waited a few minutes before going back down stairs, hoping that she wouldn't run into Vegeta.
Bulma crept to the kitchen doorway and peaked around the corner. When she seen that it was all clear, she treaded over to the fridge, and pulled out some ham and cheese. She quickly made herself a sandwich and sat down to eat.
^Lab^
Bulma was sitting at her worktable examining the circuitry of the training bot to see how she could improve it. ~ If I change the pathways of these circuits, the bot should function better. I need to come up with a better training program so that it will be more of a challenge for Vegeta and the new alloy we have should last longer against him then the metal that they are made out of now. ~ Bulma went to work trying to implement her ideas.
Several hours later, Bulma sat propped up with her elbows on the table as her head rested in her hands. She had finished the new outside casing and had rerouted the circuits, but she was having problems coming up with a new training program. ~ This isn't working out at all and all I have done is give myself a headache. ~ Bulma sighed as she closed her eyes and massaged her temples. ~ Well I could just modify the old program until I can come up with a new one. ~ Bulma opened her eyes and glanced down at her watch. ~ It's getting late I better go up stairs and cook dinner before Vegeta goes on the warpath demanding his meal. ~ Bulma stood up and slowly stretched, then headed up stairs.
Bulma walked into the kitchen, she headed to the fridge, and pulled out a coke. She then went over to a cabinet, and picked up a bottle of aspirin. She took out 2 tablets and downed them with a drink. Bulma put the bottle back, called a robot for help, and headed over to the pantry. A few minutes later, she walked out with an armload of food, she dumped her burden on the counter with the bot following behind her. She then turned on the stove and started cooking.
// Bulma was standing at the stove when she felt someone come up behind her; they wrapped their arms around her and pulled her against their muscular chest. She shifted in the pair of arms and turned her head to get a look at who was holding her, to see Vegeta smirking at her. He turned her around so that she was facing him, then he leaned towards her and kissed her lips. //
Bulma was pulled from her thoughts at the sound of one of the pots cooking over. She quickly turned down the burner, removed the lid, and began stirring the pot trying to get it to cool down. 45 minutes later, Bulma had finished cooking and was setting the meal out on the table. When she was done, she walked over and turned on the com link to the GR.
"Vegeta dinner is ready, you can eat whenever you want to," she said into the mic. Bulma smiled to herself as she turned off the link before he could respond and headed back over to the table. She sat down, fixed her plate, and started eating.
A few minutes went by and Vegeta still hadn't come in from training. ~ I wonder where he is? Usually when he knows there is food cooked, he is in here wolfing it down by now. ~ Her thoughts were interrupted when the saiyan in question walked through the back door. He headed over to the table, sat down, fixed his plates, and started eating. ~ I wonder what took him so long? ~
"What I do with my time is none of your concern."
"I didn't say anything." ~ Damn it's happening again. ~
"What is happening again?"
"Nothing," Vegeta yelled as he went back to eating at his normally fast pace. ~ I think I'm losing my mind, I could have sworn he said something. ~ Vegeta quickly devoured his meal and stood up to leave. He picked up his plates, dropped them off in the sink, and left out the back door. Bulma watched him leave then, slowly continued eating, mostly playing with her food. A few minutes later, she stood up; she picked up the dishes, and walked over to the sink. She emptied her plate down the garbage disposal; then piled the dishes in the dishwasher, turned it on, and walked out of the kitchen.
^Lab^
Bulma was sitting propped up on her desk; she had plugged the bot into her computer so that she could work on the programming. ~ I could just add some new and stronger attack patterns to the robots to try to keep Vegeta on his toes. ~ Bulma started typing away on her keyboard as couple of hours flew by.
Bulma yawned and leaned back in her chair as she closed her eyes. She settled herself more comfortably and began to relax. ~ I just need to add a few more things and that should do it. ~ Bulma sunk lower into her chair and began to drift off to sleep. When she realized what she was doing, she sat up and went back to typing at her computer; her fingers flew over the keyboard as she quickly finished. When she was done, she input the data and uploaded the program into the bot. ~ Now I just have to run a few tests in the morning and if all goes well I can start making more of them. ~
Bulma stretched and stood up. She put her tools away, turned off her computer, and left her lab. She locked the door on her way out and headed up stairs. Bulma walked into her room and over to her dresser. She pulled out a cotton nightgown and pair underwear, then treaded into her bathroom. Bulma walked up to her cabinet, took out a towel, and headed over to her shower. She turned on the water, adjusted the temperature, undressed, and stepped in. She turned her back to the hot spray letting it flow over her, relaxing her tired muscles, and savoring its heat.
As the water started to cool, she hurriedly washed, turned off the water, and stepped out. She picked up her towel and started to dry off. When she was done, she dressed, headed over to the sink, and brushed her teeth. Bulma quickly finished, washed out her mouth and walked into her bedroom. She took the tie from her hair letting her locks fall down her back, then crawled into bed.
