Winning the Love of the Handsome Skater

Chapter Nine: Well-Hidden Secrets And Intriguing Facts

Bulma took a step back from the opened door as her brain registered the sight before her. She let out a soft stifled groan of sympathy as she regained her composure and rushed to her guest's side.

Who stood before her was none other than Vegeta Ouji himself. In the flesh and blood. Covered by it too. He had wounds torn open over his entire body. Blood was oozing mercilessly out of them, making his head spin from the blood loss. He had dark nasty bruises over his hands and legs. His clothes were utterly ragged and completely shattered. His eyes were dull and seemed like swimming behind his lids; he seemed like a blind man with open eyes, to be more precise.

His form was rested against the wall next to the door bell and he was now supporting himself with his hands to get inside the room.

"Want some-" He coughed up some blood; "-company?" He finished with his unsteady voice that seemed to tremble in its weakness. Bulma submerged the urge to shriek. She knew that the last thing he'd want right now was to hear her raised voice in his sensitive ears. She supported him back against the wall, pinning him to it while snaking her arm around his waist and pulling his left arm over her shoulder.

"What happened to you?" Bulma whispered huskily when she set her school-mate on the nearest bed. He looked directly to her eyes locking his gaze with hers for a moment. His blinking was slow, it seemed like every process in his body has been reduced to a far slower pace. It was so heart-clenching to see such an energetic person in such a condition. "Why do you look like this?"

"I got in a fight..." He spoke slowly, taking his time for his rib cage hurt even when he inhaled.

"Oh, really? I would've never guessed!" Her volume rose and his eyes clenched shut, his eye brows narrowing at her tone. Her voice resounded in his head, making his migraine grow ever more. Bulma realized her mistake and just narrowed her eyes dangerously at him. "Why and how did you get beaten up so badly?" She asked sympathetically, calling the house drones to come and help her bring him to the med wing.

She began cleaning his wounds with a small cotton ball soaked in flavin as sson as he set a thigh on that bed. Usually when she did the same with Yamcha, the poor low-life idiot would moan and groan until he turned blue in the face, but Vegeta, whose wounds were a few times worse than all Yamcha's ever had put together, did not even utter a sound. His eyes closed and his breathing slightly uneven, he waited patiently to have his body cleansed.

Bulma had the wonderful chance to admire his features and inspect his condition more carefully. His face's cuts were now clean and bandaged, she congratulated herself subtly. His clothes were completely changed to some of her father's old ones that hung on his body lifelessly as they were several sizes too wide or too big for him. She discovered traces from insertion of injections on his arm joint. Her eyes narrowed once again. Why wouldn't he tell her what happened to him!

"Why did you get so beaten up? Tell me." She demanded, leaving no place for refusal. His eyes were still closed as he answered.

"I owe you no explanation."

"Damn right you do. You're at my place, you have my bandages all over yourself and you are in no condition to walk yourself even to the exit. Now tell me." She continued to prod. Barely knowing her but still taking good guesses about it, the male could guess she'd continue until he did as she requested. More like demanded. Vegeta sighed an exasperated sigh. Did this woman ever give up?

"Let us just guess that your absent-minded ex of a boyfriend probably came up with the bright idea to set his little dirty friends out on me." He explained slowly. Man, what made the world revolve so fast all of a sudden? Even with his eyes closed he felt extremely nauseous. Damn those bastards! Let them pray to God he never found out who they were. Otherwise they'd just signed their wills.

"I thought you were working out." Her voice trailed off as she glanced him up and down. No matter the wounds he had, he was still gorgeous and the faint moonlight from the open window made his sharp features even more divine. He really did seem so unreal.

"I am working out." Vegeta defended, throwing her a heated death glare for even assuming otherwise. "How am I supposed to defend myself when they came at me from the back? I can be strong but they out powered me easily when my guard was down! How was I supposed to know someone was stalking me while I was returning from that let-us-all-eat-together party you decided to throw up?"

"So you had no chance?" Bulma's eyes sunk. How low... She never thought even Yamcha could fall that low. Vegeta sighed and looked away from her. He hated admitting defeat, but now the results were so obvious that saying all was just a minor scratch would be far more than a blatant lie. "How did you get out?"

"They grew tired of toying with me." He answered bitterly, still refusing to meet her eyes.

"What else did they do to you?" She continued to ask. She wanted to hear all of it. And from him, his mouth. Not just to make empty assumptions.

"Nothing." He said sternly, nearly making her believe it was true. But facts spoke louder and more sternly than him.

"What did you get injected?"

"Nothing."

"Vegeta!"

"Nothing!" He insisted, this time louder as her voice had been raised as well. Her pleading look, however, made his head turn away again.

"Please, Vegeta. You know you can tell me!"

"And just why do I know this, as you said it?" He threw her a venomous stare.

"Because you know I care." She said as-a-matter-of-factly. He looked at her and let his gaze linger over her worried features a bit. She was right. He knew she cared. He had no idea why, but she did. She wanted to help. She desperately wanted to push her nose further into his business. No matter how hard they fought, no matter how hard he tried to push away, in such situations she always got out with the upper hand.

"Heroin." He informed coldly.

"How much?" Did she ever stop? When would she be satisfied? The information-greedy little bitch...

"It doesn't matter."

"What? It 'doesn't matter'? Vegeta! You have a strong drug running in your blood and it doesn't matter?" She shook his shoulders making him groan in pain a little. His ribs, oh, his ribs...

"It is none of your concern, woman; go back to sleep or whatever you were doing before I got here. I'll leave in a few minutes. I need to shake myself off a little." He said and tried to stand up only to be pushed back down by a now furious Bulma.

"Leave? Are you mad? You're not leaving at least until tomorrow. You can't possibly get better so fast!"

"Woman, let me be! I'm fine! I'm going to be fine! Stop trying to worry about me, because it doesn't move me the bit in the first place!" He yelled at her, standing up to glare at her from a close proximity.

"Now you are the one that's lying and fooling around! Of course it moves you. I can see it in your eyes. When was the last time you let someone be nice with you? When was the last time you needed help of any kind? When was the last time you felt selfless concern by another human, not to mention of the opposite gender?" Her questions stung him at the remembrance of the last girl that had 'helped' him. He got such a help from her he was still regenerating from the damage she had inflicted upon him. Not to mention some of the mental wounds she had torn open would never heal, scars that would never disappear, engraved onto his consciousness...

"Forget it, woman. I'm going to do this my way..."

"You always do things your way, Vegeta. And look where it's got you! Beaten to a bloody pulp, and drugged till the point of nearly passing out out of pain and whatever! How much, Vegeta, tell me, now!"

"I won't!"

"Why not?" She bellowed back, tears springing to her eyes in the same instant. "Am I so unworthy of your trust? What's so wrong about me? What do I lack Juu has? Tell me!"

Vegeta shook his head dejectedly. He hated when it happened like this. It was not his first time at it. As such a famous figure among teenagers he had had a lot of fangirls. Fangirls that claimed they loved him from the bottom of their hearts, asking every now and then what did his girlfriend have they didn't... Such a pathetic display as they knew nothing about him as he knew nothing of them.

But now... Now it was a little bit different. Bulma, indeed, knew nothing of him, his background, his past. She knew nothing about him and what has happened to him. But she was so anxious to help, still offering her selfless behaviour to him. She wanted to know him, she wanted to be a part of his life, he knew it now, he could see it. She was genuinely worried about him, she was sincerely willing to offer all she could to his aid. The fact he felt that strange attraction to her did not help him any in pushing her away as he would do with any other female.

What he saw in her eyes was not pity for him. It was alarm for his welfare, a subtle plea to have knowledge of his misfortune, of his worries and problems that shone brightly in her eyes. She wanted to be there for him. She wanted to be the one he could know he could turn to whenever he needed an understanding person, someone who would never turn him down for such things, the improtant and significant things in life, the serious topics everyone spoke of so rarely.

He didn't need her to tell him that. He could see it. Vegeta Ouji was anything but stupid. He could read people better than anyone else; he could see all of those emotions in their eyes, by their gestures and their stances, all that they could do with body language... He understood every single small thing... But he was incapable of feeling most of the emotions himself... at least now, he was. After all of this that had happened to him...

She was ready to help, ready to be there for him... But the question was, was he ready to accept her help and compassion?...

"A lot..." He muttered.

"How much?" Her voice was shaking.

"Too much..."

"How much is 'too much!" She insisted stubbornly. He looked at the side. "Well? Answer me!" She urged impatiently.

"What if I refuse?" He dared her with a blurred glare.

"Look at you! You can't even think straight!"

"Damn right I can! I can even win this argument!" He reasoned, trying to sound as convincing as he could, but failing miserably when his head tilted back in exhaustion and the mist that had taken control of him all at once. Damn those drugs and those bastards...

"No, you can't! Look at yourself! Vegeta, please!" She begged sincerely.

"I told you, too much..."

"Tell me how much is too much!"

"300 milligrams..."

"W-what?... You're joking, right?"

"Calm down, woman... I'll be fine. I just need to sleep a little..."

"How is sleep to help you with that? Your blood has been majorly intoxicated, we must act upon it."

"No, we don't!" He grabbed her arm before she could leave to 'act upon it'. "Don't." He shook his head. The tears now slid down her cheeks. She tried her best to refrain herself from letting them furtherly do it.

"I can't let you just die on me, Vegeta!"

"You don't even know me, what do you care? How can you care?"

"How can I not care about someone dying in my house?" She tried to reason, but even his blurred gaze told her that in his drugged state as it was, he didn't feel really convinced by her words. How hard can it be to prove your point to someone that had been injected forcefully with 300 mg heroin? "It's just ... I don't know... It's a feeling... As if I was supposed to be here, with you... As if it was predestined or something... I hate such shit as much as you probably do. But... It's something I can't help... It's something about you... About us... That makes me believe that you do want me as much as I want you..."

"Stop it with the lovey-dovey shit, woman... I've grown tired of it for quite some time ahead..."

"No, Vegeta, there is no 'lovey-dovey shit' to what I say... That's what I mean, that's how I feel... I don't ask anything of you... You're not going to live much as it is, is it not?..."

"What? Woman, I am not going to die!" He rolled his eyes at her. She had already crossed him out of the list? So fast? And there he thought she believed in him. How foolish he was to assume that.

"But you said, 'too much'. How am I supposed to understand that?"

"Forget it. Go to sleep." He told her and gave her his back, laying his head down, instantly drifting off to a dreamless sleep.

Bulma sighed and made her way up the stairs to her bed. She had to take some rest, if anything. True, she didn't have school tomorrow, it was Saturday. But she had a lot to study. And if she wanted to continue her little quarrel with Vegeta, she'd have to be fresh.

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The lavender haired girl woke up a few hours later, around midnight, after hours of throwing around in the bed, kicking covers viciously as if they were her worst enemy and she found that her thoat was sore and dried. She needed a cup of water. Desperately.

Glancing out of her window for the first time that night, she noticed that the moon was full. She smiled slightly at it. The beauty of nature was always something she could admire for hours on end and not grow tired of it for a second long. How many nights had it been that she had stared at the moon endlessly when her parents were out? She had lost count of them. The moon had always been a part of her day, one way or another.

Her thoughts slowly drifted back to the teen that lay on her med bed, with so much heroin in his body and still breathing and living. How was it possible? If it really was so much, how was he still alive? Why wouldn't he want to tell her what happened to him? Was he ashamed of something? Surely, for the little time she'd known him, she knew that he had a pride twice taller than himself, probably. She knew his pride meant almost everything to him, but she was sure there was something else to it. She still had this anxious feeling fluttering around in her stomach...

As she ventured over to the kitchen, she noticed that the living room balcony door was slid open. Her eyes narrowed. The fact Vegeta had gone out for a midnight walk in his condition was bad enough, but the fact he left the door open was even worse. She growled out in a very un-lady-like manner and strolled over to the glass-door ready to slam it shut with malice to be envied for when she noticed he was still on the balcony. Her eyes narrowed further.

"Vegeta, what are you doing out there? Get inside this... instant..." Her voice died down as she noticed the furry object swirling behind Vegeta's back. It resembled an animal's tail suspiciously much. He turned around to face her only to have her gasp and take a big step back at the sight of his red gleaming eyes. He had a psychotic expression on his face and his fangs seemed longer than the last she'd seen them. She cowered back against the glass door that had somehow slid shut by itself. "Vegeta?..." She whispered scaredly, fear and dread bigger than ever before twisting her stomach into a tight knot.

He growled loudly at her and his tail erected straight upwards. Then he turned back around to daze off at the moon. He stared longingly at it for what seemed like eternity of silence to the girl.

To Bulma he resembled a warewolf. But she was sure he wasn't. Those animals were just a myth to scare children. But then again a human with a fuzzy tail was a very unlikely reality as well.

All of a sudden, Vegeta began gripping at his head. He tore all of his bandages away and began roaring loudly. Bulma swallowed dryly and just observed his ministrations that threw away all of her hard work to work over his wounds. To her biggest surprise, once the bandaging was gone, there were no traces of the wounds, cuts or even slight bruises. He seemed completely healed.

"Woman..." She managed to decipher in the midst of his growling and animalistic roaring. He seemed like he was agonizing... or something very close to it. Maybe he was resisting... But what could he be resisting? And why? "Get away! Run! Now!" He barked out his orders, as soon as he finished his voice into a growl again.

Then it clicked. Maybe he was really a warewolf. Whatever kind of animal he was, the full moon had him transforming, probably. And her presence there got in his way, or maybe... Hope drove her restless heart moving a beat faster than before. Maybe he was worried about her welfare. She had little time to let the thought entertain her. She had to hurry and get out of there before he got out of control. Later she would discus with him what they were going to do about his 'little' problem.

She tried to pull the door but it was stuck. She pulled harder but it still stubbornly refused to open. Bulma inserted all of her body-weight along with all the power she possessed in her body to move the damned sliding door. But she just couldn't seem to manage it. Vegeta was slowly approaching her. His teeth had grown even more and fur was starting to cover his hands and limbs as he slowly crouched over towards her in a vicious manner, as a predator would play with his prey once it was surely up the sleeve. She pushed down a cry and felt a tinge of relief once the door - finally! - slid open, granting her access in the last possible second. She ran inside and armed herself with a prod from the fireplace in a swift movement.

The idea of hitting Vegeta, even though he didn't look like himself the least, made her heart clench, but fear was stronger than any other emotion that was racing within her at the same moment. Safety and survival always came first. The law of the jungle pretty much worked for the situation she found herself in - survival of the fittest.

The changing Vegeta jumped into the room and began hitting various objects on his way towards her, slamming them against the wall, turning them to tiny dust in the process. Bulma gulped and tried to get a firmer hold on her weapon. Her hands were shaking violently.

Before she could blink, the large humanoid had clawed the prod out of her grasp with just as much as a simple flick of his wrist and was now leaning in to strike her too. She shrunk back against the wall and began whimpering. She could not understand how Vegeta could let himself do this... Was she really going to die like this?

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Goku glanced worriedly out of the opened kitchen window. There was still no trace of Vegeta whatsoever. And the moon up in the sky was full tonight. He frowned intensely. He hoped his long-time friend was away from people. There was no telling what could happen because of his refusal to remove his... additional organ.

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Bulma swallowed frequently as she refused exit to any more tears. Her eyes were therefore tightly squeezed shut and she was praying under her breath. She was praying for access to Heaven if she had to die tonight, she prayed she had done nothing wrong during her stay on Earth, but most of all, she prayed for Vegeta to come back to himself. For the little time she'd know him, she wanted to live to see more of him... To befried him, to be there for him! She wanted to know what it was like to really feel such an interest for someone of the opposite gender than you. But maybe she wouldn't have the chance to? As she guessed her prayers would pass by unheard by God - as ever - she uttered the name that had been on her tongue for such a long time, as if it was a charm or a magical mantra that would protect her even in the darkest hours; as if it was the one thing that granted access to everything and anything in the world...

"Vegeta..." Her weak voice whimpered just as the changing teen was about to strike her down.

The animal stopped instantly, it's paw still in mid air. It looked at the cowering female at its front and grunted. It slowly pulled away from her, making her emit a heavy sigh of relief, but her frame still tense as her guard did not go off. All of a sudden he pulled away completely and gripped at his head again, beginning to writhe around in pain, both physical and mental as it appeared. His growls made her shrink back again. She hated to hear him like this, even if his voice was completely altered. She watched in awe as he began to slowly change back. His hands were hairless again, his feet - also, in a matter of seconds. The tail that swung around playfully behind his back being the last remaining thing of his animality, hinting what horrid things could happen to him.

His eyes, onyx deep pools, shone at her again as their gazes locked. He looked at her with desperation. And... regret? Was that his attempt at an apologetic look?... All of a sudden he collapsed against the floor, but Bulma was fast to go by his side and catch him before he collided painfully with the marble flooring.

The girl dragged him towards the nearest bed and set him down onto it, taking some covers out of a cupboard, pulling them completely over him. She looked at his face. There were truly no traces of the monstrosities that had just happened to him in front of her bare eyes. His face now looked calm and relaxed, in contrast of what he usually wore as a quite successful mask in front of everybody. The tail had snaked around his waist, below his shirt, going back to its stealth mode. She narrowed her eyes at it. And to her biggest surprise, it moved in the same moment.

It unsnaked from Vegeta's waist and brushed against her bare kneecap. She giggled and it took it as a hint of enjoyment and urge to continue it's adventure into getting to know the female creature. Then it travelled up to her wrist and pulled her closer to its owner. The female looked at Vegeta's face for any trace of entertainment written over it and found none. Bulma was quite positive he was still sound asleep. Did that mean the little thing had a mind of its own? Or maybe that was just when he was unconscious? She could't wait for next morning. She had a million questions running through her head like an express train, and knowing so much, she was sure Vegeta would have no other choice but to answer them...

She rested her head against his chest, snuggling closer to him under the covers, the tail stroking her cheeks as she drifted to sleep...

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The girl woke up to the rays of sunlight penetrating through the thin curtains in the living-room. She looked at her surroundings, memories of the previous night instantly flooding her head mercilessly like a waterfall. Vegeta's transformation, his tail... Her head snapped up when she realized he was no where to be seen. She was about to panic when he entered the premise with a glass of water in his hand. He scowled down on her and sat on the couch where he could still find place to seat himself.

"As much as I really hate to say this, we need to talk..." He sighed deeply in obvious defeat. The girl next to him gave him an examining look. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the cup in his hands. He needed her full concentration about this as it was one of the most serious topics he could discus with anyone, and he hated doing it for it meant someone else had revealed his secret. "Do you mind?" He finally snapped after the fifth minute she spent looking from his fingers to his face and back to the water.

"Are you going to drink that?" She questioned, reminding him awfully much of a person he didn't really want to remember about at that moment. Stupid Kakarott, he cursed mentally. Rolling his eyes he shoved the cup in her grasp and waited for her to down it before continuing.

"Are you listening now?" She nodded curtly, affirming convincingly.

"Will you do the explaining yourself, or do you need me to question and bug the life out of you until I get all the information I want?" Bulma said. Rolling his eyes in aggravation again, the male by her retorted sarcastically,

"I'm not a two year-old, thank you very much." He paused for a moment, forming his words neatly before continuing. "What you saw yesterday I needn't tell you that you were not supposed to see, nor that it should never leave this room or house. Right?" He cleared his statements up to the moment. A curt nod made him continue as if he was reciting a report in the military. "Now, I think all you need to know about this is that I will personally take care you never get involved into it ever again, so you should be calm and easy-going as ever." He stood up, startling her. Where was he going? She hadn't heard anything significant yet! "Now, if you'd excuse me, and even if you don't, I have to get back at my house and get back to my life." With a mocking bow he was about to leave when Bulma made a fast turn around him, blocking his way out of the room.

"You're not going anywhere until I have heard everything!" Vegeta growled lowly at her statement. Did she just always had to be this nosy?

"No, I'm not! I am leaving right now! I want to get back to my own bed and sleep over the whole thing. My body is still trying to work those chemicals over..." He groaned in pain as he felt another painful rip through his stomach. Damn those bastards to hell and even after it! Oh, they'd pay dearly. He'd find out who they were, even if it was the last thing he'd ever do!

"Trying to pull the easy way out by your stubbornness will definitely not work this time, Vegeta, and I'll tell you why." She stepped closer to him. "I know enough to have people, a lot of people, on your back for that pretty little thing you have." She tucked up his shirt and gently ran her finger over the furry object that made a barely visible shiver course through his whole being before he pulled away roughly and hissed a 'Traitor!' to his tail.

"Are you trying to blackmail me?" He hissed. She shrugged.

"I'm just giving you more convincing reasons to make you answer my questions, that's all. Curiousity killed the cat, they say." She smiled sweetly as she took a step towards him again. He smirked down at her and bent over slightly to have his soft lips brush over her earlobe, reminding her what wonders he could do with them.

"Curiousity will kill the lavender haired wench as well." He chuckled and before she knew it, he was around her and about to make a fast exit. She swirled around and chased after him down the stairs as he jumped over four at a time. She took three, but before he could run away - she put all her hopes up not to land flat on her face- she jumped off the last eight stairs and - to her luck - she clinged to Vegeta's back in the last moment, knocking him off balance face-forward. Yet before he could crash against the floor in a very painful impact, his hands extended in front of him and he sprung up his upper body, throwing her lightly off his back.

Bulma collided with the floor with her back first with a light 'oof!' and she stared at the ceiling breathing rapidly as Vegeta glared at her with his head turned to the side so he could keep an eye on her for any other bright ideas such as the last one. Sheesh, she really did catch him off-guard. So much for the woman being predictive.

"Why are you still resisting?"

"Why are you so annoying?" He growled a question back at her.

"What's your problem?"

"What's your business with mine?"

"I'm curious!" Bulma answered truthfully, sitting up next to him as he had pulled himself to rest his back against the nearest wall. "I told you! I won't tell anyone! It's not like I speak seriously with the guys from the gang. They don't really like talking serious..." She started. He gave her a suspicious look. She sighed in defeat. "Whatever! Never mind then! Don't trust me and die in your lonliness, never getting to know what it is to have a friend! Can you even pronounce the word, Vegeta?" She was about to get up when his tail grabbed her by the wrist. She sat back down looking interestedly at it.

"You damned traitor!" Vegeta hissed louder this time, making his tail reteat to its base at his waist again.

"Well?" She urged him.

"Well what?" He snapped back. "What do you want to know so badly? Speak!" He demanded loudly. Her face beamed at him and her 360 degree change ot attitude towards him made his onyx orbs roll. Stupid woman, stupid tail, stupid world, stupid everything!

"For starters, why do you have that tail? When did you get it? What does it do? And I think I'm quite positive by now it has a mind of its own, or something like that. Why were you so berserk last night? What happened to you? Why does it happen and when?" She shot her questions without taking a breath all the while. She looked at him as he blinked dumbly at her. He knew she was good at talking, but shoot! Did she babble a lot when she set her mind into it. She was about to question whether she had to repeat from the beginning when he spoke and cut her short.

"The tail I have had since I have known myself. I have no idea where it came from or why I have it. It's mine since I've known myself as I said. I have no idea what it does, except for the transformation. It doesn't have a mind of its own, but I haven't figured how to control it yet. The only thing that stupid thing serves me is to turn me into a giant predator that could be related to a huge ape at full moon. Usually, I have more self-control and stop the process before it has even begun or don't look at the moon for that matter, but the drug in my body yesterday weakened my senses and I barely sustained the raw urge to spill blood, be it yours or anyone else's. Every month at full moon my body tries to change whenever my eyes spot the full moon in the sky. Over the years I have learnt to submerge the urge to kill and destroy. Is that enough of information for you!" Bulma was completely shocked at what he stated as if it was something you saw or heard on regular every day basis. He did sound like being a warewolf. She voiced her opinion.

"Years? So much time? Being a warewolf?" Vegeta rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Not a warewolf, woman! Were you even listeneing to what I said? Don't piss me off any more than I already am! And, yes, years! As I have said, I have it since birth, so I had to control myself. Any other questions?" The way he asked he left no room for such. But then Bulma's face betrayed a huge grin. She sat between his bent legs making him glare harder at her.

"And what about the way you shivered earlier, eh?" He paled slightly. She noticed? Damn her! Her prying hands reached for his belt to have her paws on his tail, but he quickly dodged her, bolting back on his legs before she could so much as blink in confusion.

"That is something that you will pay with a finger of yours if you so much as touch it that way again." He threatened and sounded deadly serious about it and was about to leave when her voice that had already started to seriously walk on his nerves stopped him in his tracks.

"Why?" She didn't wait for him to answer. She pulled herself on her tiptoes so her breath would tickle his neck as he was still taller than her, never minding the fact he was not from the people you could label as 'tall'. "If you ask me, I think it was quite an enjoyable sensation for you, was it not?" She kissed his neck that he just realized had been stiff from the uncomfortable position on the couch he had been forced to take. "Does touching that tail of yours make you feel... pleasure of a greater degree?" Her voice was low and seductive.

Vegeta growled and pulled away from her before she could work her black magic over him any more. His onyx eyes glared at him as he was now on the main door frame and made his way storming out of the huge compound turning around just once to see Bulma mouthing a 'Your secret's safe with me' before he threw himself over the fence that separated the two driveways of their neighbouring houses.

Stomping angrily towards his solace and aiming for his comfortable kind-sized bed, Vegeta cursed all women in the world for their ways and a most particular one for being such a goddamn smart ass and too damn observant for her own good. As he reached his room he smirked upon entering. Now who did she remind you of?

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A/N: Four in the morning... Need sleep... Tell me what you think, please! As you noticed, when you review it really does make me write faster... So, the more you review, the faster I write. You may like reading and be too lazy to review... but then I will, too, enjoy writing but be too lazy to.