DRUMS, TRUMPETS: I have to thank Debido for helping me out by beta reading!
To my upset reviewer: Vegeta isn't off the hook yet! Hope you'll keep on reading and you'll review also when you like it!
BOND DISCUSSION: I don't believe in bonding - just imagine if they feel each other's pain and happiness, then poor Bulma must be in a constant agony as Vegeta keeps on hurting himself daily !
***
When Bulma woke up, the sun was up in the sky, the birds were happily singing and her head was killing her - it was, of course, a well-deserved hangover. She was so dizzy that, at first, she didn't realise where she was and wondered idly why the bed was not as soft as usual. Opening her eyes she also noticed that the sheets were not the usual ivory, instead a dark blue colour. Bulma raised her head carefully and took in her surroundings. That simple action led to a shocking conclusion: that was not her room! Even worse: this was Vegeta's bedroom!
Bulma opened her mouth, ready to let out blood curdling scream, but, as soon as the first shriek crossed the air, she regretted her decision. Rubbing her forehead, she registered in her mind at the 'mistakes-you-learn- from' rubric the following conclusion: Never scream when you have a hangover! Taking long breaths, Bulma decided to take in her current situation as calmly and rationally as possible, considering the circumstances.
Alone. Naked -she spotted her ripped shirt on the floor-. In Vegeta's room. In his bed. And clearly from the mess and the sheets and pillows thrown carelessly in every direction, there had been some serious activities going on the previous night. At least, that was the logical conclusion - last night was still a blur, she remembered nothing from the moment they left the restaurant.
Bulma winced, feeling dreadful. Gathering her last bits of strength, her body sore in a pleasant manner, and clad only in a sheet, she made her way to her bedroom, and tossing the Vegeta-and -sex smelling sheet as if it were plagued, she plunged into the cold water of the shower. She stood there until she turned blue from the cold, and after having shut the curtains down to stop the annoying and dizzying sunlight from coming in, she took an Aspirin and went to bed.
She woke up several hours later with a small recollection of what had happened - barely formed memories of having sex with the man she had been trying to put behind from some time now. Well, why the hell did she do that? She had been drunk before, but she had not slept with anyone because of it! She was lonely and disappointed, that much she realised. But, by Dende, Vegeta had no right to take advantage of her like that! But, then again, what could you expect from him? Him, and the smug _expression on his face! She could almost see it! He'll come and brag about it, and make fun of her! No fucking way! Not this time! Bulma Briefs is no victim! With that thought firmly setin her mind, Bulma decided it was high time to get up and face the prince.
***
On the other hand, Vegeta was in an unusually good mood: he was so close to having it all. All he needed was to defeat Kakarrot, and things would be as they should. He was pleased with himself; the mate he had chosen was perfect indeed, and his son was old enough to start training. As he repeated his katas across the GR, he couldn't stop himself from smirking. He hadn't had such good sex in years and the image of Bulma, exhausted and sound asleep, her back pressed tightly against his chest was priceless indeed. He had really enjoyed teaching her some of the tricks he knew and she had proved to be a very talented student and a very sensual indeed. He had been a fool not to take her completely from day one.
Snickering to himself, he wondered if he should set up a schedule for her to train - as the dawn approached, she had been having some problems in keeping up with him and when he left for his usual training sessions, she was so exhausted that she didn't even stir. Yeah, who knew Earth methods could lead to such good results !
***
Vegeta entered the kitchen, still smirking and dropped himself in one of the chairs around the kitchen table.
"Well, hello dear!" Mrs. Briefs cheeped. "How was your date?"
"Fine, woman, just fine." He answered trying to sound as grudgingly as ever.
"I am so happy to hear that!" Bulma's mother exclaimed clapping her hands together. "I was sure you two would solve your problems in no time!"
The smooth conversation was interrupted by Bulma's entry. She was dressed impeccably, wearing a perfect make-up and had her hair beautifully arranged.
Vegeta was displeased when he noticed that she wore a scarf around the neck which covered his mark.
"Hello, mother!" she said in a calm voice.
"Why, hello dear! Did you sleep well?" Mrs Briefs inquired in a "mother- knows-everything" tone.
"There was a little insect that bothered me. Except that, I had a very good night." She affirmed flatly, still ignoring Vegeta.
Mrs. Briefs was not the most perceiving person ever, but even she realised that there was an aversion form his daughter's part against Vegeta. So she decided to make a quick exit, to let the couple discuss their problems alone.
"That's very good, hun. Got to go, I must bring lunch to your father. You know how he is when he starts working in that lab of his!" and with that Mrs Briefs exited the room, so pleased with herself for finding such a good excuse, that she forgot to actually take the food tray with her.
Bulma walked to the fridge and grabbed a Coke, offering Vegeta a wonderful view of her bottom as she bent to pick up the bottle. Then, she calmly sat in a chair, opened the bottle and, not bothering to use a glass, started drinking the coke. She wondered if she should pick up something stronger - a whisky would be good - to help her forget. Ever since she woke up, she had been remembering bits of the past night, which had become now crystal clear. Then again alcohol had brought her into her current situation.
Meanwhile, Vegeta was scrutinising her closely. It was clear that she was ignoring him, in fact pretending to. What the hell was wrong with her?
Vegeta started to get angry - she was not supposed to behave like that! Females were unpredictable indeed, he was quite happy that only a few of them became warriors!
But this was no ordinary female, she was his mate, and she would behave properly! "What the hell is wrong with you woman? He growled.
Bulma looked at him and faked surprise.
"Excuse me?"
"I said" he emphasised on his words "what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Nothing is wrong with me, maybe you should ask yourself what is wrong with you!" She answered sarcastically. "Not that I would care, anyway!"
"Hmph. Anyway, I expect you to move into my room today. Be there when I finish my afternoon training!" he barked his orders.
"Vegeta don't be silly" Bulma laughed in his face "Why should I move in with you of all people?"
"Woman, don't try my patience! Are you going to deny our fucking sessions from last night?"
"Oh, Vegeta, really I never knew you to be the romantic kind! Guess what: I have my needs, too! You were just convenient . just a quick lay. Though I must say, it was also a pity fuck! Poor prince, no kingdom, no future, second best! You did give me a wonderful son, that much I could do for you! One would guess you are old enough to have heard of one night stands!" Bulma finished triumphantly. Payback was sweet indeed.. And, surprisingly, Vegeta actually looked hurt. Well, now the bastard knew how she felt when he carelessly stepped on her heart!
'What did she just say?' Vegeta's mind struggled to fully understand what this seditious young female was telling him. 'Pity fuck? Just a quick lay? Who the fuck did she think she was? She should feel honoured that he had chosen her! The stupid bitch was going to pay dearly!'
The table which laid between them was suddenly flying through the air, only to shatter in small pieces as it hit the wall.
"You stupid bitch!" he shouted angrily, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her forcefully. "Who do you think you are?" He slammed her to the wall so powerfully that Bulma felt her entire body going into shock from the impact.
"I am a mere woman who wants to have nothing with you!" She yelled enraged. "Let me go! Haven't you hurt me enough? You sadistic, egocentric son of a bitch! What's the matter? You've had a taste of your own medicine and you find it bitter, don't you?
"Shut up! Shut up!" he growled frustrated, murder in his eyes
He let go of her shoulders, balling his hands into fists on either sides of his body and she was happy to have the soles of her feet fully connected with the ground. Vegeta was so angry that he unconsciously started to power up. Small objects started flying through the air and Bulma pressed herself tightly into the wall to protect herself form the growing heat.
"Listen here, because I am not going to repeat myself. You had your fun, now I am in charge. You are my mate and you will not disobey me. You will be in my room at 9 o'clock tonight, with all your belongings or you will be very sorry, Bulma, very sorry!" "No, I will not! I have my life and you are not in it! Have I made my..."
Bulma's yell was cut off by Vegeta's fist slamming into the wall, close to her head. Bulma's body went rigid. Had she been hit by that fist, she would have been dead. For Kami's sake, he made a hole in the wall so big that a person could cross into the next room! Vegeta's entire body was shaking, and he seemed to be fighting himself for control. Finally, he released his fist only to caress Bulma's cheek lightly. Then exited the kitchen, growling on his way out:
"Nine o'clock!"
***
Mrs. Briefs crossed her arms angrily. What was wrong with these kids? Both so stubborn and proud! Their shouts could be heard from the far end of the compound. As she approached the battle field she met a very angry Vegeta storming out through to the GR. Deciding to postpone the discussion for now, she headed towards the kitchen, where she found her only child angrily sweeping the floor and muttering something intelligible. The older lady took in her ruined kitchen quite calmly and asked in a tiny voice:
"Bulma-chan, have you had an argument with Vegeta again ? But he's such a good boy!"
"No, mom." Bulma replied letting the mop fall to the floor and heading still angry towards the door.
"He's not a good boy, he's a bad man." (I just love this line I wrote! )
*** Two hours later, Mrs. Briefs decided that it was safe to approach "the good boy". After having calmed down ( "The nerve of that prick! To order me to move with him!" [same as before, delete it or integrate it]), Bulma had gone to Trunk's room and mother and son were now happily building a logo house, while the prince was still training heavily in the GR.
"Vegeta! Vegeta!" Mrs. Briefs knocked on the front door of the GR. "Can I come in?"
The soft humming inside stopped, along with the strong BOOMs created by the prince's rage. An almost naked Vegeta, sweat dripping on his tanned body, almost flew the door from its hinges. It was pretty clear that he was still angry.
"What is it, old woman?" he shouted.
"Vegeta, I know.."
"You know nothing, woman! I am sick and tired of you trying to help me! I need nobody's help! I should have never agreed with your stupid human ways! Now, I will do things Saiyan style! And nobody will stand in my way, or they will pay! I will have that daughter of yours even if she likes it or not. Nobody mocks me and gets away with it. "
"Vegeta!" Mrs. Briefs whined, scared by the look in the prince's eyes.
"Go away, woman." He added with unexpected gentleness. "Your daughter is my mate. I will not hurt her, as long as she obeys. Now bring me lunch, I did not have the chance to eat properly."
That being said, he shut the door in her face, leaving her still in a daze.
***
Night time:
Vegeta paced furiously through his room. It was five minutes past nine and there was no trace of that blasted woman! How dare she defy him like that? He had stopped his training early especially for her, and the little wrench ... He stormed out of his room, and flew through the corridors, blasting the door of Bulma's room. The woman was there, indeed, on the bed reading a book.
"What the." she muttered confused by the sudden appearance.
"How dare you disobey me?" He growled, his eyes narrowed in rage.
Before Bulma could express her indignation at the torn door and master-like attitude, Vegeta phased in front of her and the last thing she remembered was the prince's dark, cruel eyes before the darkness embraced her.
To my upset reviewer: Vegeta isn't off the hook yet! Hope you'll keep on reading and you'll review also when you like it!
BOND DISCUSSION: I don't believe in bonding - just imagine if they feel each other's pain and happiness, then poor Bulma must be in a constant agony as Vegeta keeps on hurting himself daily !
***
When Bulma woke up, the sun was up in the sky, the birds were happily singing and her head was killing her - it was, of course, a well-deserved hangover. She was so dizzy that, at first, she didn't realise where she was and wondered idly why the bed was not as soft as usual. Opening her eyes she also noticed that the sheets were not the usual ivory, instead a dark blue colour. Bulma raised her head carefully and took in her surroundings. That simple action led to a shocking conclusion: that was not her room! Even worse: this was Vegeta's bedroom!
Bulma opened her mouth, ready to let out blood curdling scream, but, as soon as the first shriek crossed the air, she regretted her decision. Rubbing her forehead, she registered in her mind at the 'mistakes-you-learn- from' rubric the following conclusion: Never scream when you have a hangover! Taking long breaths, Bulma decided to take in her current situation as calmly and rationally as possible, considering the circumstances.
Alone. Naked -she spotted her ripped shirt on the floor-. In Vegeta's room. In his bed. And clearly from the mess and the sheets and pillows thrown carelessly in every direction, there had been some serious activities going on the previous night. At least, that was the logical conclusion - last night was still a blur, she remembered nothing from the moment they left the restaurant.
Bulma winced, feeling dreadful. Gathering her last bits of strength, her body sore in a pleasant manner, and clad only in a sheet, she made her way to her bedroom, and tossing the Vegeta-and -sex smelling sheet as if it were plagued, she plunged into the cold water of the shower. She stood there until she turned blue from the cold, and after having shut the curtains down to stop the annoying and dizzying sunlight from coming in, she took an Aspirin and went to bed.
She woke up several hours later with a small recollection of what had happened - barely formed memories of having sex with the man she had been trying to put behind from some time now. Well, why the hell did she do that? She had been drunk before, but she had not slept with anyone because of it! She was lonely and disappointed, that much she realised. But, by Dende, Vegeta had no right to take advantage of her like that! But, then again, what could you expect from him? Him, and the smug _expression on his face! She could almost see it! He'll come and brag about it, and make fun of her! No fucking way! Not this time! Bulma Briefs is no victim! With that thought firmly setin her mind, Bulma decided it was high time to get up and face the prince.
***
On the other hand, Vegeta was in an unusually good mood: he was so close to having it all. All he needed was to defeat Kakarrot, and things would be as they should. He was pleased with himself; the mate he had chosen was perfect indeed, and his son was old enough to start training. As he repeated his katas across the GR, he couldn't stop himself from smirking. He hadn't had such good sex in years and the image of Bulma, exhausted and sound asleep, her back pressed tightly against his chest was priceless indeed. He had really enjoyed teaching her some of the tricks he knew and she had proved to be a very talented student and a very sensual indeed. He had been a fool not to take her completely from day one.
Snickering to himself, he wondered if he should set up a schedule for her to train - as the dawn approached, she had been having some problems in keeping up with him and when he left for his usual training sessions, she was so exhausted that she didn't even stir. Yeah, who knew Earth methods could lead to such good results !
***
Vegeta entered the kitchen, still smirking and dropped himself in one of the chairs around the kitchen table.
"Well, hello dear!" Mrs. Briefs cheeped. "How was your date?"
"Fine, woman, just fine." He answered trying to sound as grudgingly as ever.
"I am so happy to hear that!" Bulma's mother exclaimed clapping her hands together. "I was sure you two would solve your problems in no time!"
The smooth conversation was interrupted by Bulma's entry. She was dressed impeccably, wearing a perfect make-up and had her hair beautifully arranged.
Vegeta was displeased when he noticed that she wore a scarf around the neck which covered his mark.
"Hello, mother!" she said in a calm voice.
"Why, hello dear! Did you sleep well?" Mrs Briefs inquired in a "mother- knows-everything" tone.
"There was a little insect that bothered me. Except that, I had a very good night." She affirmed flatly, still ignoring Vegeta.
Mrs. Briefs was not the most perceiving person ever, but even she realised that there was an aversion form his daughter's part against Vegeta. So she decided to make a quick exit, to let the couple discuss their problems alone.
"That's very good, hun. Got to go, I must bring lunch to your father. You know how he is when he starts working in that lab of his!" and with that Mrs Briefs exited the room, so pleased with herself for finding such a good excuse, that she forgot to actually take the food tray with her.
Bulma walked to the fridge and grabbed a Coke, offering Vegeta a wonderful view of her bottom as she bent to pick up the bottle. Then, she calmly sat in a chair, opened the bottle and, not bothering to use a glass, started drinking the coke. She wondered if she should pick up something stronger - a whisky would be good - to help her forget. Ever since she woke up, she had been remembering bits of the past night, which had become now crystal clear. Then again alcohol had brought her into her current situation.
Meanwhile, Vegeta was scrutinising her closely. It was clear that she was ignoring him, in fact pretending to. What the hell was wrong with her?
Vegeta started to get angry - she was not supposed to behave like that! Females were unpredictable indeed, he was quite happy that only a few of them became warriors!
But this was no ordinary female, she was his mate, and she would behave properly! "What the hell is wrong with you woman? He growled.
Bulma looked at him and faked surprise.
"Excuse me?"
"I said" he emphasised on his words "what the hell is wrong with you?"
"Nothing is wrong with me, maybe you should ask yourself what is wrong with you!" She answered sarcastically. "Not that I would care, anyway!"
"Hmph. Anyway, I expect you to move into my room today. Be there when I finish my afternoon training!" he barked his orders.
"Vegeta don't be silly" Bulma laughed in his face "Why should I move in with you of all people?"
"Woman, don't try my patience! Are you going to deny our fucking sessions from last night?"
"Oh, Vegeta, really I never knew you to be the romantic kind! Guess what: I have my needs, too! You were just convenient . just a quick lay. Though I must say, it was also a pity fuck! Poor prince, no kingdom, no future, second best! You did give me a wonderful son, that much I could do for you! One would guess you are old enough to have heard of one night stands!" Bulma finished triumphantly. Payback was sweet indeed.. And, surprisingly, Vegeta actually looked hurt. Well, now the bastard knew how she felt when he carelessly stepped on her heart!
'What did she just say?' Vegeta's mind struggled to fully understand what this seditious young female was telling him. 'Pity fuck? Just a quick lay? Who the fuck did she think she was? She should feel honoured that he had chosen her! The stupid bitch was going to pay dearly!'
The table which laid between them was suddenly flying through the air, only to shatter in small pieces as it hit the wall.
"You stupid bitch!" he shouted angrily, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her forcefully. "Who do you think you are?" He slammed her to the wall so powerfully that Bulma felt her entire body going into shock from the impact.
"I am a mere woman who wants to have nothing with you!" She yelled enraged. "Let me go! Haven't you hurt me enough? You sadistic, egocentric son of a bitch! What's the matter? You've had a taste of your own medicine and you find it bitter, don't you?
"Shut up! Shut up!" he growled frustrated, murder in his eyes
He let go of her shoulders, balling his hands into fists on either sides of his body and she was happy to have the soles of her feet fully connected with the ground. Vegeta was so angry that he unconsciously started to power up. Small objects started flying through the air and Bulma pressed herself tightly into the wall to protect herself form the growing heat.
"Listen here, because I am not going to repeat myself. You had your fun, now I am in charge. You are my mate and you will not disobey me. You will be in my room at 9 o'clock tonight, with all your belongings or you will be very sorry, Bulma, very sorry!" "No, I will not! I have my life and you are not in it! Have I made my..."
Bulma's yell was cut off by Vegeta's fist slamming into the wall, close to her head. Bulma's body went rigid. Had she been hit by that fist, she would have been dead. For Kami's sake, he made a hole in the wall so big that a person could cross into the next room! Vegeta's entire body was shaking, and he seemed to be fighting himself for control. Finally, he released his fist only to caress Bulma's cheek lightly. Then exited the kitchen, growling on his way out:
"Nine o'clock!"
***
Mrs. Briefs crossed her arms angrily. What was wrong with these kids? Both so stubborn and proud! Their shouts could be heard from the far end of the compound. As she approached the battle field she met a very angry Vegeta storming out through to the GR. Deciding to postpone the discussion for now, she headed towards the kitchen, where she found her only child angrily sweeping the floor and muttering something intelligible. The older lady took in her ruined kitchen quite calmly and asked in a tiny voice:
"Bulma-chan, have you had an argument with Vegeta again ? But he's such a good boy!"
"No, mom." Bulma replied letting the mop fall to the floor and heading still angry towards the door.
"He's not a good boy, he's a bad man." (I just love this line I wrote! )
*** Two hours later, Mrs. Briefs decided that it was safe to approach "the good boy". After having calmed down ( "The nerve of that prick! To order me to move with him!" [same as before, delete it or integrate it]), Bulma had gone to Trunk's room and mother and son were now happily building a logo house, while the prince was still training heavily in the GR.
"Vegeta! Vegeta!" Mrs. Briefs knocked on the front door of the GR. "Can I come in?"
The soft humming inside stopped, along with the strong BOOMs created by the prince's rage. An almost naked Vegeta, sweat dripping on his tanned body, almost flew the door from its hinges. It was pretty clear that he was still angry.
"What is it, old woman?" he shouted.
"Vegeta, I know.."
"You know nothing, woman! I am sick and tired of you trying to help me! I need nobody's help! I should have never agreed with your stupid human ways! Now, I will do things Saiyan style! And nobody will stand in my way, or they will pay! I will have that daughter of yours even if she likes it or not. Nobody mocks me and gets away with it. "
"Vegeta!" Mrs. Briefs whined, scared by the look in the prince's eyes.
"Go away, woman." He added with unexpected gentleness. "Your daughter is my mate. I will not hurt her, as long as she obeys. Now bring me lunch, I did not have the chance to eat properly."
That being said, he shut the door in her face, leaving her still in a daze.
***
Night time:
Vegeta paced furiously through his room. It was five minutes past nine and there was no trace of that blasted woman! How dare she defy him like that? He had stopped his training early especially for her, and the little wrench ... He stormed out of his room, and flew through the corridors, blasting the door of Bulma's room. The woman was there, indeed, on the bed reading a book.
"What the." she muttered confused by the sudden appearance.
"How dare you disobey me?" He growled, his eyes narrowed in rage.
Before Bulma could express her indignation at the torn door and master-like attitude, Vegeta phased in front of her and the last thing she remembered was the prince's dark, cruel eyes before the darkness embraced her.