Note: OK. Here's the next chapter. I just wanna say that I will either post within one or two days for each chapter. If it goes beyond that, I promise to try and update within a week I had last updated. But I WILL finish this story, one way or another. So don't give up on me if I take forever!
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Bulma silently tip-toed into the room trying to catch Vegeta by surprise. Thanks to his "Saiyan senses" he knew she was there. The bathroom was in the corner or the room. The mirror faced towards the hallway, so she couldn't see him. He had been brushing his teeth and gurgling mouth wash (thanks to the previous incident) and was now in front of the mirror. "Foolish woman, thinking she can surprise me. Lets give her a taste of her own medicine before we try it ourselves…" Vegeta thought wickedly. The ceiling was about twenty feet high, (they're in a space ship! Remember?) so he levitated up right above the border of the door. She walked right into his trap.
The second she walked into the room and out of his way, he quickly landed down and slammed the door shut, blocking her exit. He slowly advanced on the screaming woman. He was two inches away from the woman that was backing up. She could feel his minty breath chilling through her clothes. "Now then," he started, his lips brushing against hers while he talked. "What do you want?" She stopped backing up and looked at him, her checks flushed and her eyes full of anger.
"VEGETA HOW DARE YOU SCARE ME LIKE THAT!" she roared. Vegeta just blinked at the shock of the blast and took a step backwards. "Now then," she said, happy she had let it all out. "I came to ask you a question before I was so rudely interrupted!" she said with spice. He rolled his eyes.
"Well?" he snapped. "What is it?" He could see that serious look on her face that told him she was going to be asking her another one of those questions he didn't like to answer.
"Well, um, I was just a, wondering," she said, kicking her feet back and forth in embarrassment and looking down at her feet. He waved his hands to signal, "go on." "Um," she looked up. "Do you think I'm pretty or something? Why did you take ME, of all people? Why didn't you take one of those models or something?" she asked innocently. He saw it was now or never. And he couldn't choose never.
He smirked. "I cannot deny what Dende gave you," he said. She shook her head.
"No, that's not what I mean. There are hundreds of pretty people on the planet? Why me?" she asked, looking him strait in the eyes.
He just kept smirking and took another step forward. This invaded her personal space even worse than the last time. His waist was touching hers, and her bosom was right against his muscular chest. She gasped and tried to take a step backwards, only to find the wall. She blushed as she felt his pants harden. He just grunted and looked away. This surprised her. He surprised her even more when he turned back to her, grabbed her waist and gave her a rough kiss while pulling her closer (if that was possible). He hadn't expected a response, but he got one as she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck. They made out and didn't break it for at least two minutes. They were going to do something else (wink, wink) but he noticed she was shuddering- not from coldness. This offended him. The one person he had first shown emotion to, was scared of him. He abruptly broke the kiss and stared at her. He frowned when the look in her eyes confirmed his hypothesis.
He backed away. "You will be crowned Queen at Vegetasei," he said suddenly and quietly, looking down. He looked up again strait into her eyes. "You will be mine. I don't care how long it will take. You will be mine," he said deadly as he turned around and quickly escaped. Bulma fell to her knees and sobbed. She had blown it, and there was nothing she could do about it now.
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Some of you might think it was corny, but still. Please review!