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Chapter 5: Breaking Point.

Bulma woke up the next mourning from the bright rays of the sun. It was a sunny day, with nearly no clouds in the sky. She got out of bed and stretched. She walked to the bathroom, but did not turn on the light because of the two windows in the bathroom kept it well lit. Meanwhile Vegeta had gotten up and walked downstairs. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed a few pieces of toast and the carton of orange juice. Drinking up the carton he headed out the door. As he was walking to the Gravity room, he heard the shower go on. Turning around, he saw a figure behind the shades, it was Bulma. Still looking, Bulma began taking off her shirt, revealing the figure of her breasts. Once Vegeta saw this, that feeling came back, but this time it was more extreme than ever. Then the figure bent over and took off it's underwear, revealing the underwear's figure behind the shades. Now that feeling inside of Vegeta grew even stronger, he couldn't move, he was paralyzed, and all he could do was stare. The figure turned around and walked into the shower, and the figure was gone. Vegeta, who was still stunned, was just able to turn around and walk to the Gravity room, but the feeling hadn't subsided, it was stronger than ever and Vegeta couldn't help it.

Bulma had finished her shower and had gotten back in her room to get dressed. Since it was a warm day, she put on a skirt and a sleeveless blue top that covered only what it had to. Under, she had put on a bathing suit, because later in the day she was going to work on her tan. Going down stairs, she headed for the outside garden where she would pick a few tomatoes and have a tomato sandwich. She had sort of slept in and it was closer to lunch than breakfast. Going back into the kitchen, she chopped up the tomatoes and had put them between a piece of bread and some mayonnaise. She put it on a disposable paper plate and headed out for the yard where she would eventually sun tan.

Back in the gravity room, Vegeta had gotten quite hot, and had removed his shirt revealing his body. He had been training all mourning with no stopping and decided to take a break for an hour so he could train better in the afternoon. Bulma had finished her sandwich and had taken off her tank top and skirt. She lied back on the lawn chair and put her arms at her side so she would tan equally. Vegeta had gotten out of the gravity room, and expecting Bulma to be in either the kitchen or the living room, he went out back to use the back door to avoid her.

Bulma had fallen asleep, with an alarm clock next to her, so she could wake up without being burned. Vegeta made his way to the back and headed to the door, when suddenly he froze. There she was, just laying there, her figure was almost bare, and the tiny bathing suit was only really covering up what it had to. Vegeta couldn't move she paralyzed him. That feeling, which he had just suppressed from earlier, had returned, and this time it was worse than ever. It made his knees weak and wobbly. He felt like he does after 48 hours of straight training. He had noticed that he began to bulge in his lower extremities, but he couldn't help that.

After two minutes had gone by, he was still stunned. But just as he was about to drop to a knee because of her beauty, RING!! The alarm went off. Vegeta was able to muster enough strength to shoot out of there like a bullet. When Bulma hit the alarm to shut up, she had noticed something weird. It was like that sixth sense, like when you know your being watched, but it was beyond that, like she had been just been. She shook her head and got up. Vegeta landed by the kitchen, and had opened the door to it. Walking in he sat down by the table and instead of eating he put his elbows on the table and had put his head between his hands.

"That feeling, I can't get rid of it, it is overpowering me, it is getting the best of me, and I can't help it," he said almost out of breath. "Why is she doing this to me?" he said as he looked down at his bulge. He got up and headed back to the gravity chamber where he could at least stay in solitude. While he was walking there, Bulma, who had put on her skirt and top back on, had walked around the corner. While walking, she was stopped. She looked over to the Saiyan prince walking by. With his shirt off, and his body gleaming because of the sweat meeting the sun, that feeling had overwhelmed her. She looked down at the slight bulge in his seat shorts. This overwhelmed her, and she this time was the paralyzed one. Vegeta finally made it back to the gravity room, and Bulma was able to lose her paralyzed state.

Later that afternoon:

Bulma had changed her cloths and was now in a dress that rode halfway up her leg. Vegeta had stayed in the Gravity room and trained hard all day. Bulma was in the well-cooled living room, watching a soap opera. It was getting dark, and the large refrigerator was running low on food to eat. She decided that if she was going to eat, and if the saiyan prince were going to eat, she would have to find something in the large freezer, kept in the basement. She walked down the stairs and opened the freezer; there was nothing but a large turkey. She decided that with her new cooking machine that her mom made her dad make, she could get this turkey on the table. Her mom made her dad make this machine so she could cook faster for Vegeta; she loved to watch him eat.

Bulma lifted the twenty-pound bird and headed upstairs slowly. She made it to the kitchen and took off the rapping around it. She opened the machine door, that resembled a microwave, and popped the turkey in. she typed in the word 'turkey' and the machine weighed it. The machine put up the word 'turkey' and '21 lbs 7 ounces' and then '15 minutes'. Bulma pressed start and ant the machine glowed brightly from within. She walked back to the living room and sat down to read her book. The Gravity room had turned off sense she last checked and noticed the shower was on up stairs. "I think he's avoiding me," Bulma said in a mysterious voice. About 15 minutes later, the machine turned off and the smell of the cooked bird filled the house. Bulma walked to the kitchen, and with her poking utensils, she opened the machine and picked it up. Laying it on a plate, she used a knife and cut the bird to pieces, separating the wings, the breasts, and the legs.

Vegeta smelt the turkey from up stairs and couldn't resist, he had to go down stairs and eat it. He walked downstairs slowly, not to seem that he was rushing and found his way into the kitchen. He entered the kitchen, but to his dismay, the turkey wasn't there, using his nose, he sniffed out the turkey. Like a drug dog, he made his way to the dining room where Bulma was sitting, already eating a helping of it. Vegeta stopped at the door, not knowing whether or not he should enter. Bulma looked up and saw him at the door just staring in. "Well are you going to stand there all day, or are you going to come over here and eat some turkey?" Bulma said to him.

Vegeta, without responding, walked in, but he slowed with every step, because the closer he got to her, the more that feeling built up. He finally made it to the chair directly across from her, but farthest away. "Do you want leg or breast?" Bulma said down the table. Vegeta fell out of his chair. Sitting back up quickly, he realized she meant the turkey.

"Uhh…a little of both," he said back quietly. Bulma smiled and got up, grabbing two large breast pieced and one large leg. She walked down the table not knowing how much this hurt Vegeta, making him weaker with that feeling. She bent over and placed the plate in front of him. Vegeta could see straight down her shirt.

'She has got to be doing this on purpose,' he said to himself as he again bulged from under the table. She smiled at him, which made his feeling and erection larger. She turned around and went to the other side of the table. Bulma though was not the only person experiencing this feeling, the closer she got, the more she felt it, she was better at hiding it than him. She sat back down and began eating again. They finished around the same time and both headed for the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, Bulma began doing the dishes as Vegeta began drinking some milk.

"How was dinner Vegeta, did you like it?" Bulma said to the prince, as he tried to escape her.

"If you are looking for gratitude over dinner, it won't come from me, the only reason why I ate that was because I was hungry and it seemed edible!" Vegeta said sternly to Bulma.

Bulma's eyes filled with rage as she broke a dish in the sink and turned around to yell back at him, "Why you stupid son of a bitch! I am finally nice enough to make you something, trying to keep us from this arguing and you spit it back in my face. How Dare you!" she shot at him.

"How dare ME! How dare ME! I am the Saiyan prince and it should be a privilege to serve me…" she cut him off.

"Now who is sounding like a broken record? It is the same damn thing over, and over, and over again. I am getting fed up with this attitude!" she yelled back at him.

"Watch it! I am this close to blow…" again she cut him off.

"Blowing my head off, that's right Vegeta, blow my head off, come over here and do it right now! You won't! Do you want to know why? Because your all talk, that's all you are, you don't have the balls t…" she stopped speaking as the raging Vegeta grabbed her right arm with his left and had grabbed the back of her hair with his right hand. His Eyes were blood shot red, his breathing had increased and he began to growl slightly. His grip has tight, and for the first time sense Namek, she was scared of him. His breath was hot, and all he did was stare at her. With neither of them having shoes on, Vegeta, without his hair, was about an inch taller. Bulma stared back into his fiery eyes and then without warning…Vegeta reached his breaking point; he pulled her head towards his and his towards her and their lips met in the middle.