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She somehow made it down the stairs and stumbled back into her room, where she slammed her door and released a little scream.

How could things have gone so wrong?

One minute they are getting hot and heavy, the next he's flying off to escape her. Did he really have a problem with her having a few drinks?

She threw herself face-first onto her bed, smothering herself into her pillow.

Deep down, Bulma knew he had a point. She had more to drink than she intended to, and wasn't 100% coherent. But still!

She grumbled into her pillow, trying to stifle her tears. Now she was alone, the horniest she had ever been in her life, completely frustrated beyond belief.

She reached over for her phone. Maybe she could call someone…

After a pause she sighed and tossed her phone away. Who was she going to call? It's not like she had ever had any one night stands before. She was sure Yamcha would hurry over, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Not to mention he would probably leave her feeling even more frustrated.

Bulma rolled over to stare at the ceiling. She really messed this up. It seemed like Vegeta was actually into her- her stomach did a flip remembering the way his tongue felt against hers. Very into her.

And not only that, but it seemed like something about her drinking to get up the nerve to kiss him…hurt his feelings?

"Gods, woman. You almost had me fooled."

He didn't give her any time to explain herself before storming off. Did he think she was tricking him? Or joking around?

She tentatively reached down, fingers tracing the outside of her panties. She was soaked through.

Definitely not kidding around, Vegeta!

Fuck this.

She was still a bit wobbly from the drinks, but she managed to lean over to her bedside table and brutally yank the drawer open. She blindly felt around, balancing while laying on the bed. Aha!

"Old reliable." She smiled to herself, pulling out her rabbit-style vibrator. This gadget has come in handy after many a night in bed with Yamcha. It was pink, penis-shaped, and had a lovely little attachment to stimulate herself further.

She rolled back over to her side, yanking down her underwear with no delay. Her fingers did a cursory swipe between her lips; she was definitely wet enough to not worry about finding the lube.

Bulma placed the tip of the vibrator at her entrance and slowly began to slide it inside herself. She let out a soft groan when it was finally fully in, the soft, silicone nubs from the attachment brushing against her clit.

Her thumb knew the buttons to push: she clicked the buttons on the base of the vibrator a few times, and it powered on, immediately thrumming inside her. She rolled over onto her stomach, thrusting her hips down onto the toy for a better angle.

It pushed deeper inside, and the vibrations on her clit felt so fucking good. The sound wasn't subtle and filled up the room with a loud, droning hum. She closed her eyes, her hips gyrating mindlessly while she sought relief.

Her mind easily conjured all the right images: a shirtless body, warm muscles, soft hair, his wet tongue…

Her thumb quickly moved to send the toy's intensity into high gear. Her hips bucked and a little whimper escaped her. She was hitting just the right spot. She was so fucking close-

Suddenly there was silence.

Her battery died.

"Kami damn it!" She pulled the dead vibrator from between her legs with an unflattering squelch and threw it across the room.

She pulled her blanket over herself and prepared for a terrible night of sleep.

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He sat stone still on a rocky pillar. There wasn't a life form within miles.

In a burst of emotion, he had flung himself like a comet as far as he could to get away from the Earthling woman. He intended to release his frustrations out of the rocky desert outcroppings, but once he arrived, he couldn't find the flame of anger within him any longer.

Instead, he stared into the deep night sky. There were a few lanky clouds meandering through the sky, but otherwise, he had a view of hundreds of stars and a handful of planets as well. He knew some of those burning stars were long since extinguished, their light still finding a way to shine on this shithole planet.

Vegeta let himself fall backwards to rest on the stone, never releasing the stars from his vision. He lifted his arms up and rested his head on his hands. Maybe he'd get some rest after all.

He snorted to himself. Yeah, right.

Something had to be done about the Earthling woman.

He had thought…

His eyebrows furrowed and he scowled up at the twinkling sky.

He really thought that she had wanted him. Something inside him clenched.

Tch. She was just doing her usual routine of teasing him. They so often exchanged words like he would exchange blows in a battle, but this had been an unexpected tactic.

The woman obviously had no control of her senses if she had been drinking alcohol and was willing to go so far as to kiss him to harass him.

He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. It had been more years than he could count since someone had touched him like that. He could barely remember the touch of another person that didn't intend to draw blood.

Vegeta couldn't be sure why he was dwelling on it. Why was he letting this bother him? He had been isolated for so long. He longed for and craved his solitude.

But the way she stared at him…

When she sat right on the edge of the table, it felt like she had truly seen him. It was an odd feeling. A little uncomfortable, but it also caused a warm, almost burning feeling in his chest.

She had such big, beautiful eyes. They looked a bit like the Earth's ocean, and still, something about them made his stomach twist and yearn for home.

The image of her softly watching him with her eyes, hair, and dress all as blue as the sky was going to be burned in his mind. The feeling of her smooth, warm thighs around his waist was going to keep him awake at night. Her delicious lips opening while she took control, swirling her tongue inside his mouth was going to haunt him forever.

He groaned to himself, frustrated with his sudden erection.

Vegeta needed to rein himself in. He should have trusted his instincts when they told him to stay away from the woman. She was doing something to him and he needed to regain control.

The stars glimmered overhead, and his mind lit a path from his place here on this floating rock all the way back to his dead home planet. It was so far away. He knew he was born alone, and he'd die alone. So he may as well live alone.

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She was groggy, and extremely grumpy, but she hoped coffee would cure her.

Bulma poured herself a steaming mug, listening out for anyone who may enter the kitchen. She was half-expecting a grouchy saiyan to come stomping in, but she hadn't heard him return last night, and truth be told, he was probably going to avoid her after all this.

Ugh. What a pain.

Her mother serenely entered the room, looking the same as usual. "Good morning, sweetie. How was your date with Vegeta dear?"

She groaned at her mother, slamming her ass down into a seat at the kitchen table. She nursed her mug between her hands. "It was a shit show."

"Tsk tsk, Bulma, you know better than to use that language!" she chided her daughter. She then gently sat herself down in the chair across from her. "Tell me everything. Did he reject you? Maybe most saiyans don't like us Earth women-"

Bulma interrupted, "No, Mom! It wasn't…it wasn't exactly like that." She trailed off, trying to find her words. "It was going really well. But I was nervous. I was afraid I was going to mess it up, or I'd chicken out before asking if it was really a date."

Her mother nodded, reaching out to grasp her hand. Bulma tried to smile before continuing. "So, you know how I get sometimes when I'm nervous…I threw back some drinks." Her mother raised an eyebrow. "I had a few too many drinks. I just needed something to give me a boost of confidence!"

She pushed her mug out of the way and smacked her face down on the table with a thud. "I'm such an idiot, Mom."

"There, there, sweetie, it'll be alright…" Panchy patted her hand again. After a few moments of silence, she added, "Now keep going, I need to know how you screwed it up."

"Ugh!" She sat back up, glaring at her. "I made my move, okay? I decided, screw it, he's hot as hell and I wanted to know if he was into me! So I sat on his lap and I kissed him!"

"Ooooooh!" Panchy squealed, delighted. "And then what?!"

"Well, I'm assuming my mouth tasted like a lot of alcohol, and when he realized I was drunk, he flew off like a big baby!"

"Ohhhhh…I see." Her mother pulled her hand back. "So what's the problem?"

"He thinks I- I tricked him, or something!" She felt her palm smack her own forehead. "He thinks I'm messing with him!"

Panchy stood and gave her a pat on the shoulder. "Well, go show him you're not!"

"I don't think it's that easy, Mom."

She smiled down at her. "I think it is. I'm proud of him for doing what he did."

"You're what?!" Bulma shrieked. "Proud of him? He left me high and dry, he embarrassed me!"

"I think he's a true gentleman for not taking advantage of my beautiful daughter." She leaned down and gave her a peck on the forehead. "You know, for a genius, you can really be a little…not smart, sometimes. But I love you, sweetie." She walked off, leaving Bulma gaping in shock at the table alone. "Oh, and clear this up soon, I'm trying to see some grandbabies within the next few years!"

Bulma choked on air as she watched her mother disappear.

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