Bulma still couldn't believe it. Stuck in a cramped spaceship in the lap of the strange young man she had taken into her home.
"Are you taking me to your home now?" She asked pleasantly. The initial shock was wearing off. Vegeta smiled weakly. He stroked her hair with one hand as he slowly scanned the interior. He quickly noticed the white pair of gloves that had been thrown disdainly on the floor. Squeezing Bulma's soft body closer to his own hard chest he bent over to retrieve his gloves and put them on with a certain regal flair that Bulma noted.
"Well don't you look just like a prince now," Bulma giggled. Vegeta cocked his head to one side and raised his gloved hand until he gently tweaked her chin. He brought her closer and kissed her again.
"Vegeta, what are you doing?" she laughed a little before wrapping her arms around him in return. "Want to have a little fun? Mmm, but we shouldn't be fooling around, what if my parents caught us?"
Vegeta growled softly in what Bulma decided must have been a laugh. She smiled. Somehow they just understood one another.
They kissed softly, enjoying the chaste feeling of only their lips. It felt good. But when Bulma slipped her tongue to play with his own, Vegeta nearly lost control and began to buck wildly against her. The effort was too much for the cramped quarters of the spaceship.
"Hey stop that! Ow!" Bulma yelled as a few controls jabbed into her back. Vegeta immediately stopped though his breath remained erratic and heavy. He eyed her heavily. "I'm sorry Vegeta, I just don't think that's going to work in here," Bulma said sweetly while gently rubbing his neck. This seemed to calm him. He purred and closed his eyes. "Just like a cat," Bulma thought to herself.
She couldn't deny the qualities of speed and strength within him. It felt pent up and this frightened her a little because she was completely unaware of the extent of his abilities. After all, he could even fly.
Over the past few weeks Bulma had come to appreciate his handsomeness as well. A carved face. Eyes that focused with an intensity that belied intelligence. His hair was strange but interesting and she had come to like it. He was young and incredibally curious. Sometimes serious but she couldn't help but notice that she seemed to have an incredible effect on him. Perhaps it was simply her being a woman. She suspected that there weren't many of those where ever he was from.
Which reminded her…."Where are we going Veggie head?" Bulma asked again.
Vegeta drew back a little and growled harshly, baring his teeth ever so slightly. He barked at her in a long angry stream of words which ended distinctly with the word "woman." Bulma smirked and messed up his hair which made him growl louder.
"Well I have a right to know don't I?"
Vegeta looked dark furrowing his heavy brows. He spat at the word "Frieza" as if it tasted bad. He shook his head slowly.
"Is Frieza bad?" Bulma asked innocently. She felt a pang of concern. Vegeta seemed to be drawing further and further into himself since they got into the capsule. He looked angry and she realized he was shaking slightly. Bulma rested a hand on his shoulder to calm him. He looked up at her and she understood that he was afraid.
"But why do we have to go there?" She gripped his shoulder harder. Vegeta only looked down at the small space between them. "No, Vegeta, tell me. Is this going to be dangerous?" she asked while attempting to shake him out of his reverie, but his body was so solid that she couldn't force it to move. Bulma's stomach tightened and felt as if it were rising.
But she quickly realized this wasn't from fear alone. Bulma turned away from Vegeta to look out the window to see vapors rushing by them. They were descending into an atmosphere that had the vaguest tint of orange.
"Where are we, Vegeta?"
But Vegeta wouldn't answer her. His entire body was tense and his eyes remained closed.
The capsule gained speed and Bulma saw the flames of atmospheric entry flicker about the edges of the small window. They hit the earth with an alarming impact but Bulma found she wasn't thrown against the walls of the ship. Vegeta held her tightly against himself and had braced for the landing. He almost silently sighed into her hair.
The door opened slowly but the smoke had not yet cleared. Strange figures appeared in the mists. Bulma curled into Vegeta's protective arms. But there was a coldness to them now.