CHAPTER 2
Bulma came out of the store's followed by at least five guys trailing after her carrying her purchases. She had them load them in the car, and then she left to go home.
On her way though she passed the ABC liquor store and decided tonight instead of thinking about her problems she'd drink them away. She'd never really drank more than a half a beer but tonight seemed like a good night to try and drown her sorrows.
She got two cases of beer and a whiskey, knowing she wouldn't be able to drink it all in one night. Oh well, I'll need some for tomorrow night.
When she got home she walked into the kitchen and saw Vegeta sitting at the table eating his dinner.
"Where have you been, Woman?" He asked in spite of himself.
"Does it matter." She opened the fridge put in one case of the beer and sat down with the other in front of her. She popped the top with a bottle opener and drank half of it in a sip. She glanced sideways at Vegeta.
"You want one?" she asked. No one should drink alone, I guess.
He stared at her blankly. "Uhm..." He had never seen the woman drink alcohol before. "Sure." He caught the bottle she tossed at him and opened it.
They sat there for several long minutes, not a word was spoken as each of them thought about the days events.
After they had consumed three beers each Bulma was considerably tipsy, but Vegeta's Saiya-jin metabolism wouldn't let him get drunk on three.
Bulma giggled and waved toward the refridgerater. "There's more in there."
He wasn't sure if he wanted to get drunk but he didn't tell her that as he went and got the other case out of the fridge.
She took one and handed it to him for him to open. She had drank about half of it when her sudden statement made him jump.
"You know, V-vegeta I've always like you." Her words were slurred but his Saiya-jin ears allowed him to understand her clearly. "You've always been there for me." She started giggling uncontrolably at that. "But you haven't always been there. Have you?"
"No." he stated, downing his own bottle.
"Well, you're here now. That's what matters."
They sat in silence for about half an hour before Bulma stood up and walked over to him. He barely had time to register the fact that she was wobbling considerably before she sat down in his lap. His hands came around her back and steadied her.
She stared into his eyes and cocked her head. "I have alway like you Vege."
She brought her lips down on his and he stood up abruptly, still holding her in his arms, her legs around his waist. Lust and some other emotion he didn't want to recognize surfaced in him as he made his way to her bedroom. He shut the door behind him and leaned on it. He didn't think she'd appreciate it if her parents came walking into the kitchen to see them like that.
"Woman, you don't want to do this," he growled softly at her.
She was nibbling on his earlobe and blowing lightly in his ear. He shuddered at this Saiya-jin-like attribute and growled low in his throat.
"But Vegeta, it is what I want." She kissed the sensitive spot below his ear and flicked her tongue against the soft skin. Since she was only a human she couldn't know that the spot she was now carresing with her tongue was the place Saiya-jins marked their mates.
"You're too...drunk." Passion overloaded his senses and he could barely think straight. But he reached down inside his reserves and managed to push her away from him enough to gasp for breath. He held her at arms length and stared at her for several moment's and then turned away from her.
She stumbled back without the support of his arms and fell onto the bed. She sighed up at the ceiling and tried to hold in the contents of her stomach.
"Oh Vegeta..." She sensed his presence at her feet and lifted her head slightly to look at him. "I need some sleep. Thanks for tonight." She put her head back down dimly aware that he was lifting her in his arms and laying her the right way on the bed. She slipped into unconsciousness even as she felt him press a light kiss against her lips.
Vegeta walked to his room beside hers and sighing made his way to the bathroom. He needed a cold shower, and he could use another one of those beers. He tried to use the cold water to wash away the memory of her tempting and hot in his arms.
After he'd finally got to only a semi-aroused state he got out and slung a towel around his waist. He padded down to the kitchen and saw the whiskey bottle in the fridge. He grabbed it and the last two beers and headed back up to his room. After he had finished all of the alcohol he had a sufficient enough buzz to fall asleep without any unwanted dreams.
Bulma woke up to the pounding of drums in her ears and cotton in her mouth. The sun shining through her window right in her eyes was no help either.
She crawled out of bed on her hands and knees and managed to crawl to the bathroom before losing the contents of her stomach. She groaned and pressed a shaky hand to her pounding head. Pain shot through her head when she stood up to look at herself in the mirror.
She shuddered at what she saw. Her mascara was running and her lipstick was smeared slightly, her eyes had bags underneath them and they were red and puffy.
No wondered Yamcha didn't want her. She was disgusting.
She wondered vaguely what had happened last night and how she'd gotten up to her room.
She took a quick shower and headed down to the kitchen. The clock told her it was ten, way to late for her. She usually got up with the sun because that was when Vegeta got up and that was when he wanted breakfast.
She wondered how he'd managed today. Her mother had probably gotten up to accomodate the arrogant Prince.
She fixed some orange juice and got some aspirin and went to lay on the couch. Her work could wait. She had a massive headache.
"Woman!" His voice bounced off the walls of her skull and sending slicing pains through her whole body.
"Shh." She tried to gesture slightly that she had a headache but he didn't know the effects alcohol had on humans so he just frowned at her from his seat on the couch. She didn't even bother to ask why he wasn't training.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he snapped.
"I have a terrible headache, Vegeta. So, please, be quiet today, hmm?" She sat down beside him on the couch and leaned her head back against the soft fabric.
"Sorry," he mumbled and went back to watching the show on TV.
"Vegeta?" she whispered, not wanting to break the wonderful silence but she was just to shocked not too. The one and only Saiya-jin no Ouji, saying sorry to her? It was unthinkable.
"What, woman?" he said gruffly. He hoped she wouldn't start in on him about being nice. He'd only said sorry because he knew she must have been in terrible pain if she hadn't lashed out at him for being so mean.
"Nevermind." She didn't want to start an argument, and bringing up the fact that he'd just been nice would definetly start one.
She leaned over and laid her head in his lap hoping he wouldn't throw her off. She needed his touch, although she'd never admit it to him.
Her eyes were closed, and Vegeta found himself staring at her perfect features. His eyes wandered over her face then beyond that to her silky blue hair, then even futher to gaze at her soft round curves. Her clothes couldn't hide the fact that she was perfect.
"Vegeta?" she whispered still keeping her eyes closed.
He grunted in response, to stunned by his reaction to her nearness to utter a syllable.
"Lay here with me please. My head hurts so much. And I'm still tired." She didn't think he'd actually decide to stay. She only asked because she was so tired and he was the only one she felt safe with now. In her sleep filled brain he was the only comfort she had against the feelings of sadness that threatened to wash over her when she was alone.
She couldn't be thinking straight. Why was she asking him this? What the Saiya-jin didn't understand was why he'd felt inclined to do just that. He blinked a few times then figured it couldn't hurt to take a nap, since he did feel pretty sleepy.
He didn't understand though, why he was going to sleep with her. He'd spent his whole first months here trying to avoid her. He'd hated her for bringing him back from the dead. When he'd been dead it didn't matter that he didn't like himself. Or the power obsessed person he'd become. He also couldn't deal with the way he'd died, crying. But when he was dead it didn't matter.
But even after he'd tried to kill her he'd been included in the wish for life. Why? Why didn't she hate him? He knew they fought alot, which was part of the reasons why he was attracted to her. She wasn't afraid of him. Everyone else was. Which was just the way he liked it. But he saw himself in her. Arrogant, self-sufficient, a princess in her own right.
He stood up taking her with him and made his way up to her room. After he put her down on the bed he slid in beside her and pulled her back to him. She fit perfectly in the circle of his arms and he groaned aloud when he realized what her nearness did to him.
He sighed and closed his eyes. He willed himself to ignore it and drifted off to sleep. He'd woken up that morning with his own kind of hang-over. He was more tired than normal and couldn't even think to do any sufficient training so he gave up on that. That must be why he couldn't refuse her. She'd asked him to sleep with her and he didn't want to say no. Although, sleeping was the farthest thing on his mind. He needed it. He needed to be with her. Although he couldn't fathom why. He didn't want to search those feelings, so he shied away from the thought.
Bulma slipped off into sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She was exhausted, and not even the warmth of Vegeta behind her could make her stay awake.
Bulma woke up first. She gently twisted around to face the sleeping Prince and was shocked by what she saw. His face was devoid of any of the worry-lines she saw when he was awake. He looked like a little boy when he was sleeping and she realized this was what attracted her about him. He needed someone and she wanted it to be her. He needed someone to take away the loneliness inside of him that she'd sensed the first day he'd stayed with her here at Caps. Corp.
His eyes fluttered open and he frowned at her.
"Baka, woman. What are you staring at?" His voice was low and rough from sleep. But she thought it very sexy. She smiled, but then she thought his voice was sexy in his normal tone, deep and so beautiful. Just like him.
"Nothing, Vegeta." She slid closer to him and pressed her lips to his cheek, he tensed up as she knew he would. But he was just going to have to get over that.
All of a sudden desire entered his sleep fogged brain when she pressed herself to his body. He tensed up against the sudden urge to make love to her. But the woman seemed determined to make him falter.
Her mouth trailed down to the spot behind his ear. Instictively she knew that this part of him was one of the places that made him moan when she touched him there.
She reached over and behind him to stroke his tail. She was totally unaware however of the effect this would have on him and was startled when he growled low in his throat and flipped her on her back.
He stradled her hips and held her wrists above her head with one hand and his other hand trailed up her hip to settle in the curve of her small waist. He leaned down to capture her lips with his in a passionate kiss. His tail was intirely to sensitive for that kind of foreplay.
"Vegeta?" She whispered his name as his lips pressed against hers and parted them slightly when his tongue delved into her mouth to find hers.
Fire shot through her as his mouth blazed a path to the spot underneath her ear even as he wondered if that part of a human was sensitive, too. Bulma could have no way of knowing it but a small bite mark here would mark her as his forever. At least, it would have on Vegeta-sei.
She gasped when his tongue flicked out to stroke her skin. Vegeta smirked. So it was sensitive. He pressed his lips against her neck and bared his teeth. She squirmed under him slightly though and that small movement brought him back to his senses.
You were not about to do that! he berated himself for almost making a huge mistake. This was about primitive needs. Not the desire to be with her forever. Bulma was just there and he hadn't been with a woman since coming to this backwater planet. He did NOT want a mate.
She ran her fingernails down his back and arched up into him. She didn't know what she wanted from him exactly but she knew she couldn't stand it that he'd stopped.
She felt him shift and slide off of her.
"Vegeta?" He was facing the door so she had to talk to his back.
"You don't want this. You just broke up with that weakling, but if I know you you'll be right back with him in a week." She wondered if she detected a hint of sadness in his voice.
He turned around and glared at her and she decided her ears must have been playing tricks on her.
"Bu-" She didn't know what to say to him. She hadn't planned on going back to Yamcha but then again she never did. But somehow she did always end up going right back out with him.
He smirked and walked out of her room and, she couldn't help feeling, out of her life.