Author's Notes: Well everyone! ^_^ You seem to like Bulma as a sex-goddess, even though it's kinda OOC…hope you all can forgive me. But it IS fun to write. Enjoy!!
Chapter 2 – Flashes of Red
Turning off the alarm clock quickly, Bulma tiredly got out of bed.
How is it he sleeps so little? She asked herself as she made her way groggily to the window. Stepping out onto the balcony, she waited exactly five minutes until a door to her left opened, Vegeta stepping through.
Same time every damn day…She squinted in the dark, watching as he flew down to the ground and made his way to the Gravity Chamber, arms crossed, back pencil-rod straight, nose slightly in the air. A lazy smile made its way to her face as she delightfully discovered he was wearing another pair of tight, form-fitting spandex shorts.
Damn he's got a great body…she thought, sighing out loud.Vegeta stopped.
Bulma held her breath. Did he hear me sigh?! She thought nervously. I'll never live it down if he catches me staring at him! Before she could think it through any longer, she jumped down on the balcony floor, lying flat on her back facing the stars, her eyes clenched tightly shut.
Vegeta turned around. That damn woman was out on her balcony again? How could a human desire to observe the stars this early every morning? He knew humans needed more rest than Saiyans, but he didn't know why the weak female gave up her "beauty sleep" every day just to watch the sky…
Perhaps he should inquire. Glancing briefly up to the balcony, he wondered why she was lying down on the cold concrete floor...what a freaky female.
Scowling, he floated into the air. Now that he thought about it, every night he came in from training, she was in the kitchen, trying to stay awake with a cup of that disgustingly bitter black soup stuff.
Frowning, he levitated silently over to the balcony, only growing more confused when he saw her shutting her eyes as if her life depended on it.
"Woman!" he growled, amused when she visibly jumped. "What the hell are you doing out here?" He knew for sure she couldn't see any stars with her eyes closed, and her eyes were definitely clenched shut.
Please go away, pretend he's not here…"Was your bed too soft for your weakling hide?" he sneered, landing silently beside her. He saw her frown, and her eyes opened, reflecting the shining stars in the sky as they snapped angrily. Of course he noticed the detail – he had grown up on Frieza's ship, damn it, and one learned to memorize every little facet of information that might be vital to him later on. But the fire burning in her eyes didn't affect him in the least.
"For your information, Vegeta," she snapped, sitting up and crossing her arms under her breasts, unknowingly enhancing them as they gained extra support. Another aspect Vegeta didn't miss, though he only filtered it to the back of his brain and threw it away with all the other useless stuff he wouldn't need later.
"I was –" she paused, frowning slightly. Damn it, what can I say?!
He raised an eyebrow.
"You were?" he inquired with a smirk.
She wouldn't look at him, only sitting there on the floor of the balcony, hunched over and fuming.
"I was, um, stargazing…" she mumbled, hoping he wouldn't hear her.
"With your eyes closed?" He asked haughtily. "My, aren't we talented?" He turned around to leave the weird human to her "stargazing".
Damn Saiyan hearing…Her eyes widened as she remembered her earlier question.
"Vegeta?" she asked, stopping the Saiyan before he jumped off the balcony to begin training.
"What?" he growled, one foot on the railing.
"Why don't Saiyans need as much sleep as humans?" She turned to him, standing up and looking at him eagerly.
He looked over his shoulder at her, eyes wide. Wasn't she just pissed at me? He mentally shook his head. Females were such an enigma…
"Why the hell would you want to know that?" he questioned, turning around to face her, crossing his arms again.
Bulma quickly saw a way to un-embarrass herself. She was a genius for a reason-she had to be able to see her way out of sticky situations swiftly, though she admitted lying flat on the balcony and wishing him away earlier this morning wasn't very genius-like…
She hmphed, crossing her arms and mimicking his pose. Sticking her nose in the air, she turned her head to the side, letting him view her perfect profile.
"If you've already forgotten, Vegeta, I am a scientist. When I want to know something, I observe." She fastened a smirk on him. "I noticed soon after you moved in here that you obviously didn't sleep like us humans. So I began my observation with you, since you are the only Saiyan in the proximity of my home."
"You've been observing me?!" He growled, uncrossing his arms and stepping towards her, his charcoal eyes flashing angrily.
Uh-oh…didn't see that one coming. Bulma thought hastily how to calm the Prince's temper.
"Only to record what times you go to sleep and get up in the morning, you block head." She said quickly, uncrossing her arms and clenching her fists. "And I am not invading your privacy, for your information, mister."
"And what, exactly, have you deduced about my sleeping habits?" He asked slowly, reining his irritation in, though she could see a vein on his forehead.
She opened her mouth and then shut it again. Damn it, the only thing I've 'deduced' is the fact that I need to buy more size "small" spandex shorts for him to wear…what to say, what to say? She looked uneasily away from his gaze and that oh-so-sexy smirk.
Vegeta was beginning to get an inkling of a little white lie here…
"Just what, exactly, have you been observing, woman?" He walked closer to her, almost surprised when she didn't back away and only stood there, staring into his eyes. Of course his face only showed what he wanted her to know. He would never let her know it was possible for him to be surprised by her bravery.
That was another thing about growing up with Frieza – he had learned to completely control his body language. No twitching of a brow, widening of the eyes, or dropping of the jaw unless he allowed it, though sometimes, when caught well off guard, he might drop his well-erected mask. Maybe.
I wonder how long the woman can keep from running?
Smirking evilly, he walked until he was a hair away from her, and smirked again when a tremor ran through her.
Finally…he thought, a decent display of fear.
"That you usually get in the bed at midnight and are up by three in the morning, apparently refreshed with only three hours of sleep." Her breath caught for a second as he moved his face in, their noses millimeters apart and his warm breath encasing her skin.
Kami…you're pushing it. She warned, restraining her traitorous breathing. His proximity was making her skin heat up...
Mentally pouring a bucket of cold water on herself, she continued.
"Though there are periods when you never even come out of the Chamber, staying locked in there for almost week-long intervals of non-stop training…" her voice trailed off as his eyes locked onto hers. She tried to read them, wanting to know what he was thinking…
Look, she's practically breathless with fear! He laughed in his head – this was exhilarating! He hadn't been able to kill or hurt anything for almost a year, and the only reprieve for his undersupplied bloodlust was yelling at these idiot humans and the occasional hunting, though they still disapproved. Apparently they were opposed to destroying random life forms; so he had to keep his anger in check…something he'd never had to do before. But scaring them? That he could get away with.
Bulma was indeed breathless, though from different reasons than Vegeta suspected. She slightly shivered as a morning breeze flapped the ends of her short nightie higher on her hips, and moved to cross her arms under her chest, accidentally brushing against Vegeta's bare torso in the process.
Vegeta arched an eyebrow as the woman blushed feverishly. Suddenly he caught a scent in the air. He hadn't noticed it before, but the breeze lifted it up to his powerful nose. Sniffing again, his eyes opened wide in shock.
That's not fear she's experiencing…
Bulma gulped as his eyes grew. He dropped his mask and looked surprised for once in his life. It was the first time she had seen of him displaying something other than anger or his other favorite, rage..
Hmm…hope he can't see me blushing... She thought awkwardly.
Vegeta took a step back, breaking the contact of her arms and his chest. He eyed her warily, before crossing his arms once again and keeping his distance.
So the little earthling finds me attractive? That was not what he had been expecting, especially from this earthling, who had only broken up with her "boyfriend" – idiotic title, if I say so myself – the day before!
Confused with this new turn of events, Vegeta looked back up at her. She was watching him, still blushing. He could see her perfectly well in the dark, though she didn't know that.
Why would she be attracted to me? He pondered, lifting a hand to his chin. She knows of my past, the people I've killed, my intent of killing her "best friend" and destroying her planet, after wishing for immortality and achieving Super Saiyan…He just shook his head, annoyed by the fact he couldn't figure her out.
Bah, it's just lust. She'd have to come to me and admit it before I ever believed it. He paused, remembering Yamcha. But why would she be lusting after another male so soon after having one?
"Well?" her irate tone interrupted his thoughts.
"Well what?" he growled, once again regarding her from his spot a good three feet away from her.
What was that about? Bulma asked herself, angry. He just jumped back from her like she was diseased! Hmph…calm yourself, girl.
"What do you mean 'well what'? Explain the sleeping habits of Saiyans to me, unless you like being observed like a guinea pig every day." She stared at him, unrelenting. If he refuses to answer my question, I'll have an excuse to continue, "observing" him, for scientific reasons purely, I'm sure, and not feel guilty about it…not that I felt guilty before…
Guinea pig? What the hell's a guinea pig? He wondered for a split second if it was edible before her other statement registered.
"No I do not want to be observed!" He snapped, stepping away from her again. The last thing she needs is an excuse to invade my privacy in the future…
"Then answer me!" She growled, annoyed at their distance. He kept backing up, as if she was going to bite him or something!
He didn't like being manipulated like this, but he liked less being ogled by some male-hungry female…
"Fine. Sit down and shut up. One word out of you and I'm gone." He sat on the rail behind them and watched as she took a seat on the ground, Indian-style, seeming to forget the fact that her nightie was already short, and not seeming to notice the fact that she was flashing him a perfect view of her underwear…
He stared, mouth open, ready to begin talking, but nothing came out. He vaguely noticed Bulma cock her head to the side, frowning perplexedly.
Appearing confused at his pause on the outside, Bulma was smirking on the inside and spread her legs some more, an apparently innocent move on her part, considering how tired she was…
So he isn't gay! Thank you Kami! Ha! She had finally gotten him to notice her, allaying her fears of his sexuality. Now he's game for sure.
Vegeta growled and slammed his jaw closed. He took a breath and…
What the hell was I going to say? Panic momentarily clouded his senses, as all he could see was the bright red flash of her undergarments. Red…
Bulma sighed. Who'd've thought? Then she giggled. You know…animals are attracted to red colors…note to self: Saiyan's are more animalistic than humans…
"Saiyans' sleeping habits…?" she offered sweetly, smiling up at him.
It's so fun messing with his head.
He scowled, making sure to keep his eyes a little to the left of her head and above her shoulder.
"Saiyans are more physiologically advanced than humans, so we need less time to rest our bodies." She seemed attentive enough, leaning back on both her outstretched arms and smiling encouragingly up at him, her red panties glaring up at him.
How can she not notice her position?! Flashes of red kept invading his secondary vision…
"Also, there are more important things than sleeping to Saiyans, such as fighting, training, eating, matin-" he paused, coughed, and continued, in a much gruffer tone, "so we can hold off the need for slumber for up to weeks time. After that, we hibernate for a short period of time, making up for the lack of sleep from before."
Bulma was amazed. Who knew? So they can force themselves to stay awake for weeks, and then hibernate? Damn, I wish I could do that…
Vegeta hoped she hadn't caught onto his blunder and was glad humans couldn't see in the dark. A very uncharacteristic blush had crept onto his face.
How could I have mentioned mating in front of a female preoccupied in finding a mate…"Does that satisfy you, woman?" He growled, standing up.
Bulma shook her gaze from his rock-hard abs glowing in the moonlight and looked up at his face.
"Sure thing, Veggie." She hopped up, grinning like a cat.
Mating, huh? So Saiyans could mate for weeks on end, literally. Interesting...
"Don't call me that!" He snapped, floating into the air.
"Oh? And what do you want me to call you, Veggie?" He was so easy to piss off, and so cute when he got mad…and he was mad all the time. What was a girl to do?
"Hmph. I prefer Prince Vegeta, but Vegeta is acceptable. I will not hesitate to teach you your place, woman, should you slip up again." With that, he was gone.
Bulma leaned against the bedroom door on her balcony, yawning.
"Sure thing Prince Vegeta, but I'm hitting the hay." She entered her room and shut the door behind her, pondering what exactly he'd do to "put her in her place" should she ever "slip up again".
Falling sleepily on the bed, she remembered brushing against him accidentally. He had been so warm in the chilly air, his muscles tensing slightly under the touch. She took a deep breath, remembering his extremely masculine scent and smirking.
Chuckling softly, she recalled his look when she "accidentally" flashed him her underwear.
He doesn't even know how cute he looks when he's confused…Her eyes shot open. What had made him so confused? After their physical contact, he had kept his distance and eyed her suspiciously the rest of the morning.
Oh well…she just knew that she wanted him even more after that session.
Vegeta meanwhile charged the Gravity Chamber, shaking his head.
The woman is crazy. To think she has the right to be attracted to me, Prince of the Saiyans? He growled, stepping the gravity up to 400 G's. She has no right! The red flash of light that filled the room as the gravity kicked in reminded him of the color of her panties…
Shaking his head, he began his warm-up.
Blasted woman!
Author's Notes: Welp, there you go people. Hope you're still interested in the rest of the story. If so, review!! And no, I have not forgotten about "Cruel Fate?". Promise. I just needed to think a bit before I go about editing the story. Hmm…oh well. Review! ^_^