Chapter 4
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Groaned as Bulma's head bobbed below him, giving him head with a flair he hadn't really expected her to have. Especially not while drunk. God…she was drunk. This was so incredibly wrong – a woman who was a whore of Frieza has to get drunk to bed him. Him! Vegeta the prince of the saiyans! He was better then Frieza wasn't he?
"Get off!" Vegeta shoved her away with will power he hadn't known he had…and kinda wished he didn't have.
"What?" Bulma slumped back against the couch and wiped her mouth. Vegeta reached for the bottle of vodka he'd left sitting on the table, he took a swig and coughed abruptly as it burnt a horrible tasting trail down his throat.
"Look, I appreciate what you want to do…and I'd like you to, really. But now while you're drunk." Vegeta refused to meet Bulma's eyes. Not bedding the woman while she was drunk was not because he felt sorry for her or was frightened that she wasn't in control and might freak out the morning after, no. He wasn't going to sleep with a woman who felt more comfortable around a sociopath like Frieza then him. The damned woman should have been begging him to take her – he'd saved her from a life of degradation with Frieza. All he wanted in return was a few nights in her company.
"This isn't about…morals is it?" Bulma slurred, frowning suspiciously. "'Cause you don't have any morals – Frieza said that monkeys don't have morals..." Bulma closed her eyes and chuckled, unable to continue her sentence because of some private joke. When she opened them the room rocked unsteadily, "Or at least those are the rumours…" She got on her knees and lent close to Vegeta's ear, "You're a monster, so they say…you're cruel and heartless…" Bulma paused and tiled her head as he turned to look at her,. "And of course the latest whisper is that your insatiable in bed, Eighteen cant wait to fuck you."
"So why are you so reluctant?" There was an uncomfortable pause in which Vegeta took another drink and blinked as the room blurred at of focus and then refocused, he glanced at the bottle and noticed that it was empty, with a toss of his arm he sent it flying away to smash into a wall. He'd never had this liquid before – it tasted foul but he didn't feel so uncomfortable around the drunken Bulma anymore.
"I spent my whole life playing whore to the lizard man and all his little buddies. I'm not eager to take up the role of slut again – I figure if I do you once you'll leave me alone. Frieza told me once that the first time he had me was the best time he'd ever had me – after that I got boring…"
"Would you please not mention that you slept him anymore tonight? I don't like the thought of that creep with his hands on you…and for the record I won't share you around…" Vegeta's face hardened as he realised he was sounding strangely possessive. But then Frieza had never allowed him to bed the women he wanted. Frieza had always sent women to him who he'd found repulsive. In a way he and Bulma had led similar lives, only she'd seen more of Frieza then he had. "You'd be mine…all mine."
"Well maybe I don't want to be anybodies." Bulma ran a hand through her hair and slumped back. "Look, the offer stands – I can fuck you tonight or you can wait until I'm sober when I'll probably have come to my senses and will find the thought of having sex with you…well…repulsive."
"Is there a reason why I disgust you so much?" Vegeta watched the small girl closely, finding himself fascinated that such a fragile creature had survived life with Frieza.
"I don't like saiyans." Bulma struggled to get the words out. "Frieza never liked saiyans…he was always telling me horrible things about you. I grew up hearing about how much he hated you guys and how glad he was when he destroyed your planet." Sensing that Vegeta wasn't exactly pleased wither words she hurriedly added, "It's not personal. I'm just used to thinking of you as an animal."
"An animal?" Vegeta wanted to be angry, but he couldn't. His usual self righteous rage wasn't rearing it's head as it should have been, instead he found himself reflecting on what life had been like for her with Frieza. Obviously she had been fairly sheltered – no doubt Frieza had kept her close to him since not only was she incredibly gorgeous but she was weak as a kitten. "Just remember Bulma, I saved you from a lifetime with Frieza. I saw how happy you were when he was dead – you can't tell me you're not grateful."
Bulma sighed. "I'm grateful, really. It's just that you're asking me to do the same thing for you that I did for Frieza – not much to be thankful for when you think about it."
Vegeta was silent, then he reached across and pulled Bulma closer to him, his midnight eyes boring into hers. "I'm not asking you to become my whore – I'm asking you to participate in a physical relationship with me."
"Is that what you call ordering me to your room and threatening to have me public killed if I didn't sleep with you?" Bulma frowned at him, the alcohol making her more changeable and snappy then usual.
"That was just some encouragement…I wouldn't have really killed you." Vegeta traced a hand down her face. "I'm the emperor now, you're supposed to be loyal to the empire, isn't that why Frieza bred you?"
Bulma shook her head. "You've got it all wrong, Vegeta." She pushed his hand away from her face, irritated at him. "The projects swore allegiance to Frieza, not to his empire. When you killed Frieza you set us free."
"So why didn't you leave if you're so free?" Vegeta persisted and stroked her face.
"I guess we're just too used to taking orders." Bulma sighed and closed her eyes as his hand softly traced her face, too tired to fight him off. Besides, he'd said he didn't want to fuck her while she was drunk. She could trust him not to take advantage.
"So was he good in bed?"
Bulma woke in her own quarters to find Eighteen hovering over her, her eyes large and blue as they peered down at her.
"What?" She rubbed sleepily at her eyes and glanced at her clock – 6am. God her head hurt. She was immune to lots of things but not to hangovers, well, she almost was; although her altered genes could eliminate a hangover her head still felt fuzzy and rotten. Better then nothing though.
"Was Vegeta good in bed?" Eighteen jumped up off her bed and paced, her blonde hair bouncing. Bulma shut her eyes as it gleamed at her, seeming to mock her for her nausea. "I mean, I know you were really smashed last night but you must remember something?" Eighteen whirled and peered down at her hopefully.
"I…" Bulma could remember going to his apartment with the young saiyan…then she had a faint memory of Vegeta taking away the vodka and drinking it himself…then she remembered…oh god. She'd gone down on him. A saiyan! What the hell had she been thinking giving Vegeta head? Jesus she'd probably just encouraged him to keep following her around.
Burma shifted uncomfortably as she realise that despite her thoughts she wasn't quite as horrified as she should have been about sucking on Vegeta's…member. In fact, hazy as the memory was, she could remember that he had been quite well endowed. So well endowed that spending a night with him probably wouldn't have been as bad as it had seemed…
Shut up! Bulma mentally slapped herself. Don't think like that!
"I can't remember a damn thing…to tell you the truth I think I may have passed out." Bulma avoided Eighteens eyes. Aware of the suspicious look the other woman was aiming at her.
"He was that good?" The blonde tried to pry further but Bulma turned away and waved a hand at her.
"I didn't say that. I meant that I think I passed out as soon as I got there…I don't think we even slept together. " She abruptly changed the subject. "How did I get home? I don't remember getting here."
"You stumbled in here a few hours ago, still pretty smashed…but you did look all dishevelled so I assumed he had his way with you and sent you on your way." Eighteen pulled off her nightshirt and began dressing for the day. "You smelt like sex too. Well not sex…but you smelt like a man's…"
"Okay." Bulma forestalled her with a wave as she climbed out of bed. "Look – I may have done some things to him but I didn't fuck him." She wrenched off her clothes that reeked of alcohol and other vile substances and tossed them at the offending project. "Just leave it – I don't want to talk about what I did to him."
"Fine, fine." Eighteen shrugged but a small smile was playing over her lips. "By the way," She nonchalantly spoke over her shoulder. "Project 367 is back form Planet Cold. Apparently King Kold sent her here as a peace offering to Vegeta…the old fool's shit scared Vegeta's gonna attack and rip him to shreds."
"367? Chichi? I always knew that slimy bastard sent her to planet Cold! Damn Frieza and his little vendetta! How does she look?" Bulma tried to remember Chichi, it was hard but she could just remember Chichi the last time she had seen her, a small 10 year old with black hair in pigtails and wide black eyes. She'd been so cute. So cute that when Frieza had tried to sleep with the underage project, Bulma had managed to prevent it by sabotaging their night together. Of course Frieza had known it was her – so he'd done the only thing he could do to hurt Bulma mentally.
He'd sent Chichi away.
"She appears to be doing well." Chichi tossed Bulma some clean clothes and steered her into the bathroom as she spoke. "According to her she simply cooked and cleaned for Kold…his taste in woman runs to the pale and scaly and not to the pink and fleshy." With that Eighteen shoved her into shower compartment and waited patiently for Bulma to finish showering. When she emerged again and handed her a towel and kept talking. "I don't think Chichi realises just how lucky she is. She heard rumours about what Frieza had us doing, but she never knew for sure."
"Lucky for her." Bulma began dried and dressed herself quickly, then followed Eighteen as she led her into another room where a beautiful black haired young woman was sleeping. She looked oddly like a fairy tale princess – her skin was milky white, her hair was long, shiny and black and her lips were blood red.
"Wow…she's gotten so big…" Bulma smiled slightly, realising that the Chichi she remembered fondly had grown into a beautiful young woman. "How old is she now?"
"Fifteen or sixteen, I think," Eighteen shrugged as she watched the sleeping teen. "She's at that age where she thinks she all grown up and mature." The blond haired Eighteen chuckled. "It's so adorable, makes me almost wish I could have kids."
The tone of longing in Eighteens voice surprised Bulma. "Really?" She blinked in surprise. "I don't, but then neither of us ever will be able to thanks to Frieza genetic engineers." Bulma reached down and pulled the blanked up over the girl tighter.
"Too true." Eighteen wistfully tugged on Bulma's hand and they left the room silently. "So you didn't sleep with him huh?" She prodded Bulma as she closed the door behind her. "That's really unbelievable. I think you're lying to me."
"Come off it." Bulma led the way into the kitchen uni and slumped in one of their dining room chairs as she toyed with her hair nervously. "Anyway I said I don't think we slept together…I cant really remember what happened."
"Well, that's too bad." Eighteen sat down and handed Bulma a steaming cup of coffee. "I've heard some very good things from some of the professional ladies on board."
"Can we please not talk about it?" Bulma frowned at her friend and sipped her coffee. "So what happened to you after I left?" Bulma took another sip and made a face; Eighteen was not good in the kitchen. Even coffee was beyond her.
"Oh, I met one of Vegeta's little minions and went back to his place. He wasn't much to look at but boy was this guy great in the sack." Eighteen looked smug and a sly little smile slipped across her beautiful lips. Bulma knew that smile – it meant Eighteen had had sex and enjoyed it. The blonde may have verged on being a nymphomaniac, but she had high expectations of her men.
"What was his name?" Bulma took another sip and made another grimace. "You did get his name right?" It was a viable question, sometimes project 18 would wander in not knowing who'd she'd slept with.
At the moment Eighteen just looked confused. "He told it to me, he did. It began with a 'K' it was Killen…or Kremlin…or Krellor…Krillot…something along those lines." Eighteen took a sip of her own coffee and spluttered, she quickly put it down and wiped the back of her hand against her mouth. "He was a saiyan…that I can remember because he had a cute sexy tail. Anyway we went back to his place, had some more drinks and then had a little fun. I'm meeting him again tonight." Eighteen burst into a grin, "I have a date! A date!"
"Yeah, but with a saiyan." Bulma made a face. Eighteen dating a saiyan? Has the world gone mad? "I always knew you'd settle down some day." Yeah right…
"Saiyans aren't as bad as Frieza made them out to be. Take my advice!" Eighteen shrugged. "Besides I'm just seeing him again – not marrying him. I might get tired of him or he might turn out to be married or something. Did you here about Deidre?" Eighteen swiftly changed the subject. "It turned out that Frank had like four other wives on four different planets. I tell you, never trust shape changer named 'Fred'…"
A knock on the door interrupted Eighteen and with a nasty look Bulma got up to answer it. Was it true that saiyan's weren't as bad as Frieza had said? But she'd heard so many disgusting things about them. Sigh Bulma opened the door and groaned when she came face to face Goku and an unknown short saiyan.
"Oh, what now? Huh?" Bulma stepped out of the way as they marched into the apartment, Goku's eyes shifted around the room as quickly checked for danger. It was so typical of saiyans. Frieza had always told her how shifty they were…Shut up! Bulma squashed her thoughts and pleasantly smiled at Goku as he moved his weight from foot to foot and looked uncomfortable. Obviously he was still new to being Vegeta's butt monkey and errand boy. Bulma was about to invite him to sit down when Eighteen barrelled past her and stood staring down at the little man.
"Kremlin!" Eighteen grinned down at him. "I didn't think I'd be seeing you so soon!"
"Ah…actually the name's Krillen." The short guy blushed. "But that's okay, you had a little to drink last night." Eighteen giggled girlishly and she steered him towards the couch, chatting to him a mile a minute. Bulma blinked, unable to believe her eyes as she saw Eighteen reduced to 'High School Crush' stage again. She'd never seen Eighteen so totally taken with a guy…it was strange. Strange and unpleasant.
"Wow…" Bulma shook her head, "That's weird. So what do you want?" Bulma held up an hand and stalled Goku before he could talk, "No wait," She drawled. "Let me guess." Bulma placed her hands on either side of the young saiyans head and made a show of trying to read Goku's mind. "Vegeta wants me to go to his room." She announced dryly.
Goku looked like an excited puppy, and seemed completely oblivious to Bulma's incredulous stare that he'd taken her sarcasm at face value. "Wow you're right!" He rubbed his head in a charmingly boyish way. "Are you psychic too?"
Bulma had opened her mouth to reply in the negative when the door to Chichi's room opened and she stumbled out looking dishevelled and sleepy. Her hair was ruffled and her face was still flushed fro sleep.
"Coffee…must…have…coffee…" She rubbed at her face and ignored everyone in the room and stumbled into the kitchen. When the door had swung closed behind her Bulma turned back to Goku to find the youngin' staring after her, his eyes as wide as saucers.
"She's really pretty." Goku made a purring noise as he stared after her. He breathed in a lungful of air through his nose and exhaled slowly. "Mmm, she smells like chocolate too…" The purring sound grew louder and Bulma shoved him hard to snap him out of it.
"Show a little restraint, Goku." She advised him in an undertone. "Look can we go? I'll introduce you to Chichi when we get back." Bulma dragged Goku through the doorway; the youngest of the saiyans still staring at the door that Chichi had disappeared into. It was hard to remember that Goku wasn't like the other saiyans. He'd grown up on the planet Earth and had been found by his brother when he was only ten years old or so. He was the one saiyan that Bulma knew anything about, and that was only because of what Frieza had told her. Apparently some kind of head trauma had scrambled Goku's saiyan programming and he wasn't quite as vicious as he should have been. Time with Vegeta and his gang of murderous planet pirates had changed that, but Goku was still sweeter then the average saiyan.
"Chichi…" Goku strained his neck to try and see her again as Bulma slammed the door shut behind them, sick to her stomach with all of the lovey dovey antics. She didn't understand physical desire or love – she'd never felt it and had been trained to view it as a weakness. No man or woman had yet been able to arouse anything other then contempt in her, and that included Frieza.
A/N - Oooh, so Vegeta wants Bulma in his room...is it finally time for some bedroom antics? > Maybe!
