Ahem DBZ is not mine, nor do I own any of the characters...Though I have delusions of someday buying it...But as for right now I am broke and can only afford to write about it... So don't sue me.

Cruel Games

Chapter 7

Something Jealous This Way Comes

Bulma rose with the sun with a yawn... She didn't usually wake this early, but her dreams had played enough games for now. Getting dressed, she went over the night before- The romantic dinner with Yamcha where he had asked for her forgiveness. Bulma's feelings on that subject were muddled at best. She was still angry at him for cheating on her, but she longed for the affection he could give her.

Vegeta, on the other hand seemed unwilling or unable to treat her with respect of any kind, much less care for her. Bulma squeezed her temples, trying to rub away an oncoming headache. Why can't I have any normal or decent men in my life?

Sighing, Bulma went to go start another day bent over her research.

Vegeta arrived at Capsule Corp. shortly after daybreak. Stalking through the halls, He was assuming the woman was still in bed, liking to sleep in. He ended up in the kitchen, naturally, and promptly ate all the available food he could find. He tried to come up with a reason that would justify him going to her quarters and investigating for any sign of the weakling Yamcha, but failed. He supposed he could go train in the GR until the opportunity of a kind presented itself. He couldn't allow the kind of abandon he wanted- he had to keep calm... This was only a whim he was following...

Vegeta headed for the GR, walking past the lab. On his way past, he glanced at the door. The woman had passed here recently, within the last few minutes... and something else, tickled his senses...But he couldn't pin it down. Before he could continue, Bulma opened the door and looked at him with wide eyes. For a moment the sight of her brought back the memories he had sought to avoid in a rush. He hesitated, then started to speak, knowing that he was staring...

"Woman... You need to restock your food supplies.,..."

Then he noticed it. What he couldn't put his finger on a moment before hit him now with a slap of reality. He snarled, unable to control his reaction.

It's faint, but it's there...His scent is on her!

Bulma was surprised when she saw Vegeta, he had given her a start, to be sure. So unexpected was he that she felt her heart skip a beat in her chest. She hadn't been this close to him since that morning when ...

He seemed lost for words, looking at her, staring deep into her eyes. She could almost see his thoughts play across his face as he remembered said morning. After mentioning absentmindedly her need to buy more food- doubtless he had eaten it all as soon as he got back- he stopped, eyes intense. She wondered what he could be thinking, and was about to ask, when his face transformed into a scowl. She caught a glint of bared fangs before he swiftly turned and huffed off, leaving her dumbfounded.

Now what was that all about?

Vegeta stormed into the GR, seething.

Why should this matter to him??!! He didn't have time for attachments! She's nothing but a weak human, this was nothing! Vegeta walked over to the control panel and keyed in 350 G's, the amount he was using when he left. The GR powered up and activated, pushing his feet into the floor with the extra gravity. He could tell that he wouldn't be able to train as long as he would like- He needed to build up his tolerance again.

No matter. He would train and push himself to the limit as always, and try to find some inner peace. He knew he should leave again, go back to his private jungle, but he couldn't bring himself to. Not now.

Later that night Bulma was in the kitchen making dinner, when Vegeta came in, done with the GR for the day. She was making beef sukiyaki, a known favorite of his. She watched him for a moment, wondering why he showed no interest in her food and going straight to the table and sat down.

She expected him to immediately demand she serve him, but instead he remained silent and continued to rummage through the fridge. Finally she broke the silence.

"Would you like some sukiyaki Vegeta?" She noticed he wouldn't meet her eyes, seeming grumpier than usual. He looked tan; He had been outside somewhere for the last couple weeks. He looked good, almost too good, and she knew how good he was...Which made it all the harder to concentrate on what she was doing.

"So where have you been? I noticed that you haven't been using the Gravity Room lately..."

No answer.

"Well excuse me for being polite, your majesty."

She knew it irritated him to no end when she taunted him like that.

She then tried to ignore him as she cooked the rest of her meal in silence. After it was all prepared, she sat down at the table, painfully aware of the sayain glaring across the table at her. After it was clear he wasn't going anywhere, she had had enough.

Being sexy only excuses him from so much...

She looked him right in the eye and demanded, "What!!!"

Vegeta didn't flinch. Maybe he wanted a fight...

"Woman-"

"It's Bulma!"

Vegeta snarled, but continued, "You have been with that weakling, Yamcha."

I was not a question. More like an accusation.

Bulma was shocked to say the least; A little that he could have known about her date and even more that he cared!

Could he really be bent out of shape because I'm considering Yamcha? Not likely...And how did he know?

"Vegeta, what's gotten into you?! Am I supposed to ask you first now if I want to see other people!? It's not like you were putting out 'commitment' vibes after, after..." She couldn't complete the thought, and left it hanging. She cursed herself for bringing it up, her cheeks growing hot.

"Besides, I haven't made up my mind about him yet. He apologized, and I'm just giving it a little time."

Vegeta seemed a little smug this, his anger slipping just a little, but only a little.

"The weakling isn't worth your time. He will not be loyal to you. You would be better in not sharing his company." This was said through gritted teeth, his eyes intense and locked with hers.

Again Bulma was taken aback; Vegeta, of all people, giving me advice on my love life? What kind of sick nightmare is this??? He's really jealous! Can it be possible that Vegeta's becoming possessive of me? It was just the one time...

Bulma desperately wanted to know what was going on in that head of his. She decided to put him in his place. (Which is never a good idea)

"Vegeta, if you haven't noticed, I'm a woman with feelings, and I need someone to make me feel wanted, not just desirable." There, she had said it. What could he possibly say to that? She leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms, waiting for his answer.

"And when that weakling gets distracted and has his way with another female regardless of your "feelings"...What then? You know that once he has done it, he will do it again." Vegeta leaned back too, satisfied with his reply.

Bulma was blushing furiously now. He was so not supposed to have an answer!

Having nothing else to throw at him, she said rather loudly, "Then what do you suggest You're Majesty?"

Vegeta's response was so fast and sudden Bulma could do nothing to stop it. The table was tossed to the side (along with her sukiyaki) like so much garbage. Vegeta was all over her, having been pulled out of her chair and into his arms. All at once she was butter again (it was amazing what he could do to her!) and she closed her eyes as Vegeta's nibbling mouth made its way to her neck, down to where her shoulder started. The argument was forgotten, and there was only him. She felt his fangs as he set them against her flesh, and a thrill passed through her. She remembered the first time he had bit her, amid the throes of passion, and she remembered the intense pleasure it had elicited in her.

Vegeta had not planned on any of this happening. As he had decided before, he was going to wait until he could be sure of her intentions, or at least of the weakling Yamcha's. But then he had not planned on not being able to keep his eyes off her, as he drank in the sight of the body he so craved. Because he had had her before, it only made it worse. Then she had started talking, and not very pleasantly. He held his ground, even going as far to tell her the obvious- that Yamcha would only betray her trust again.

He threw the table aside when it became an obstacle between them, and while he crushed her to himself he wondered if this is what he wanted to do all along- Yes of course he had, and he thanked her subconsciously for giving him this opportunity.

He wanted to mark her, if not for his own need to, then for the fact that it would tell any others (Primarily Yamcha) that this woman was taken.

She said she was undecided... But the thought of another man touching her seemed so wrong that it made Vegeta growl deep in his throat.

He tasted her skin, then her blood as he bit down. Her gasp turned into a moan full of pain and pleasure. The taste of her nearly drove him wild, and he almost took her right there, in the kitchen. He resisted the urge, and instead savored her sweet taste, the scent of her. He made sure to mark her deep, so the ending result would be permanent, though only visible on close inspection. But for a few weeks...He smiled around his bite. There would be no doubt about it. Anyone who saw his mark and thought they still had a chance was a fool.

The embrace which seemed like an eternity in reality lasted only a few moments.

Bulma felt herself sliding back down into her seat with a numbness that made her seem unattached to the present. Through a daze she saw Vegeta standing over her, looking pleased with himself. The small trickle of blood down the side of his mouth only made him look more attractive. Then in an instant, he was gone. He had walked out while she was still in a daze. Her mind cleared of the euphoria a few moments later, and she looked around at the room. The table rested on it's side by the far wall, the sukiyaki splattered almost to the ceiling.

Now what just happened!!?? One minute he's glaring like he could eat me and the next...

Bulma rose from her chair, unsure what to do. A slight twinge of soreness from her shoulder caused her to wonder if the sayain had left any sort of mark.

Very possible, he bit harder this time...She thought bemusedly.

Not that she had been paying much attention to how hard he was biting her; just that he was biting her.

Bulma drifted upstairs to find a mirror, and was just entering her room when the phone rang. Forgetting about finding a mirror, Bulma picked it up.

"Moshi moshi," She said, still sounding a little dazed.

"Hi sweetie, it's me." Yamcha.

Bulma was totally unprepared, but she tried her best.

"Oh, hi Yamcha... What can I do for you?" Bulma cringed at her own words- they were not the best since he was probably going to ask her out on another date.

"I was thinking maybe you and I could meet for dinner again? Let's say tomorrow night?"

Of course. Bulma had been right, and thought maybe by tomorrow she could stand to go out with him again. She agreed, set a time, and he said goodnight. She noticed that he never wanted to talk on the phone, but since she hadn't had any other boyfriends, she was used to it.

She was till hungry, but now she was more tired. Bulma went to her closet and picked out a nightie and removed her clothes. She noticed blood on her blouse and gasped, realizing where it had come from. Dropping her nightie, she ran to the bathroom almost naked, and looked in the mirror.

Vegeta smiled as he heard her screamed curse all the way from his quarters.

Wow! What could possible come into play with this new development!

While Bulma and Vegeta sort out their feelings, what interesting plot development could transpire when Yamcha is thrust into this catalyst???

(Seriously, if you have any ideas, let me know :p)

Just kidding!!!!! I know what happens, so relax!

Sylex