It had been three months.
The air had gotten colder and the days shorter. Though nothing had seemed to change for the blue haired genius ever since that eventful night. She tossed and turned in her bed, each night, her mind occupied with recalling every word, action and movement of that day. Each scene plays into her mind over and over and over.
How could something so brilliant end up in such a painful despair? The heavy burden of lonesomeness had taken over her soul.
It had been three months since Vegeta had left.
This wasn't the first time Vegeta had unexpectedly vanished into thin air. He would often fly into the depths of space, leaving everything and everyone behind. Though, this time was distracally different. Bulma used to have no opinion on his previous disappearing and reappearing acts ever so often.
However, on the night before he had left her, a connection was made, almost like a confession. They have finally explored their own curiosities of each other, of what was obvious in the previous moments they have known each other.
It started with a few glances, but soon in turn grew into flirtatious spites,then into borderline eroctic arguments in the early hours of the morning. They both secretly loved the tension between their little battles that create such a heat that they have come to crave.
Then Vegeta's next "attack" revolutionized their relationship forever.
"I'd fuck that pride outta your mouth, woman."
Bulma instantly gushed from excitement but she kept her jaw tight and stood her ground. "You really want me to believe that while you can't even achieve super saiyan?" She chuckled in his face. She leaned against the kitchen counter with a sneering.
Bulma continued, "How long has it been since Goku did it?" She laughed harder this time watching his face wince at her bringing up his somewhat rival.
"Don't you ever compare the prince of all saiyans to that excuse of a fighter!" Vegeta barked at her, following her to the counter, pinning her down into place.
Their lips were inches apart. Their heat was rising as they were so close. Bulma decided to speak one last time.
"Was, the prince of all saiyans."
Vegeta clicked his tongue and pulled back away from her, walking out of the kitchen to his bedroom. Bulma instantly regretted her actions and followed him to his room. His quick speed was quite shocking as she dashed to keep up.
"Vegeta." Bulma whispered softly. She stood in front of him as he sat on his bed, looking down. "Look, I didn't mean to offend-"
Bulma was cut off as Vegeta grabbed her waist and slammed her down onto the bed. He stole kisses and he swiftly removes his shirt and throws it out of the way. It slammed with a bang onto the wall.
"Ve-geta!" Bulma moaned as he massaged her breast thoroughly, as if he had been starved of her for so long. He was going to do everything he ever wanted to do to her.
He moved his tongue up her neck, tasting her fresh sweat. He had ambushed her, how could she have not seen it coming?
She felt the pressure of his hard-on in between her thighs and thrusted up to him more. Her mind was numb, full of lust and love. Finally, after so long, her greed for him would be satisfied.
Vegeta rose above her and stared her down, her breasts were full, spilling out, as she held them up to her chest.
"How ironic to see the wretch so meek beneath me." Vegeta smirked in pride. He desired her profusely and seeing her exposed with a stubborn blush made his heart swell with…
With what? That can't be it. Vegeta does not have the capacity to.. Love.
Suddenly, he stopped. He moved to the edge of the bed and began thinking.
This time there was no trick. Bulma had sat up against him, pressing her nude body up to his back. Though, he did not respond. It was silent until she spoke.
"Are you alright?" Her voice was calm and unjudging. Her past fiery tone a few minutes before was gone and Vegeta felt even stranger.
He won't accept this…. But the warmth that Bulma rubbed onto his body somehow enticed him back to reality.
They looked into each other's eyes, an entirely different feeling was brought upon them. There was no sexual tension or anger or spitefulness. There was only desire, beauty, and love.
Vegeta scooped Bulma into his arms and plopped back onto his bed, her back was against his chest as he slowly groped anywhere he could grab.
They did not speak another word that night, but Bulma was not upset about this. That night they had connected in more ways that sex could have ever done. They had drifted off to sleep in each other's presence.
About 5 hours later, Vegeta woke up. He was shocked at first to see that the blue haired human was nude and spooning against his shirtless body.
He slivered away from her and stood from the bed, finding his shirt before exiting the bedroom. His mind began recalling the events of last night. Surprisingly, he wasn't hungry, and the gravity room didn't seem as demanding as he would have remembered.
All he could think about was the image of Bulma and the feeling that her body felt on his skin and the effect that it brought on his mind. It wasn't just a natural lust, it was different, and he hated that.
He then knew he needed to get away.
He had made a mistake and dabbled in an affair with a human.
There was nothing that would keep him from becoming more powerful.
Nothing, No one.
After he had changed into his battle suit, he blasted into the sky. In truth, he didn't know if he would come back. Though, the plan for now was to isolate himself and focus on becoming Super Saiyan.
That's all he wanted in his life. Right?
Although, for every day, for three months now. He still thought of his feisty blue hair woman.