Chapter 11
Bulma looked intently at her computer screen, reading over the results of various tests and scans done on a sample of Vegeta's old armour.
She'd been in the lab for hours doing extensive research and running test after test on the composition of the damaged armour and torn black lycra bodysuit ever since she snagged them from the closet of Vegeta's room in the early afternoon.
The heiress had already concluded that the bodysuit would be easier to recreate since the materials needed to make it could already be found almost anywhere. The only challenge would be to try and strengthen the material so it could take extensive damage from strong attacks before finally giving way.
On the other hand….
"Dammit. I had a feeling this would be the result but I was kinda hoping for the opposite. The components that make up the armour don't exist on this planet." She released an annoyed sigh before crossing her arms and sitting back on her chair.
"Obviously the next step is to find similar materials that are close in composition to the originals so that I can combine them to make something that can be just as strong as this hunk of junk." She mused while poking the armour sitting on her desk.
Bulma looked at the clock mounted on the wall and her eyes bulged when she realised it was almost midnight.
"I've been here for almost twelve hours. Well, that's what happens when I lose myself in my work. Everything just fades into the background."
Her stomach chose that moment to remind her that she had skipped lunch and dinner. She looked down and placed a hand on her abdomen.
"Okay calm down. Let me just conduct a mass search for materials I can use as replacements then I'll feed you okay?"
She cracked her fingers and worked her magic on the keyboard. After setting the search up she stood up and stretched out her tired muscles, releasing a big yawn in the process.
"Food and then sleep. Sounds like a fantastic idea to me."
She turned off the lights and left her lab. Hopefully, the results would give her some good news in the morning when she came back. Once Bulma got to the kitchen, she quickly warmed up and ate the dinner her mother had left for her in the oven, washed it down with a glass of water and began the long trek to her room.
At this point, Bulma's level of awareness was practically non-existent. Which is why, on her way to her room in the dark hallway, she failed to notice a door being opened slowly before a hand shot out and grabbed her arm to drag her into the room.
She yelped at the move when she felt herself get pushed up against the now closed door. Before she could do anything else, a pair of lips crushed themselves on hers, kissing her breathless before pulling back a moment later. She heard a familiar chuckle, which quickly got her out of her semi-shocked state, and she spoke up to her would-be 'assailant'.
"Vegeta! Don't scare me like that! I almost had a heart attack, thinking some weirdo managed to sneak into the compound or something." She exclaimed with a frown on her face. Any more antics like that and she'd die before the androids showed up.
The Prince rolled his eyes at that statement. "Woman, last time I checked, your dwelling is equipped with some of the most efficient security systems around. Well, efficient by this planet's laughable standards anyway. It would take more than a random 'weirdo' to break into this place on his own."
Bulma gasped lightly when he suddenly pressed his body into hers, his face in the crook of her neck.
"In any case, that's not important right now. What I want to know is what were you doing in that lab of yours that had you locked away for hours on end."
She opened her mouth to tell him when she quickly decided against it. The armour would be a surprise.
'Yeah, it'll be like a wedding gift of sorts. Usually people give their husbands watches or dress up in sexy lingerie as a present. Not me, I take it further by making him rip-off alien space clothing.'
She bit her lip to keep from laughing that ridiculous train of thought. She quickly answered Vegeta's question before he got suspicious at her silence.
"If you must know, I was ordering the parts for your precious battle bots and working on my numerous other projects that needed my immediate attention. I think it's safe to say that I had a long day."
It wasn't entirely untrue but he didn't need to know that.
Vegeta breathed in her scent and slowly circled his hips on hers, making her breath hitch when she felt his arousal on her stomach.
"It sounds like you had a bit of a rough day woman. I think I have the perfect way to help you relax." He said in his husky baritone voice that never failed to make her shiver in delight.
He kissed her deeply while he gripped on the bottom of her thighs and lifted her up from the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held onto him as he led them to the bed.
She was planning to sleep but that idea had been tossed promptly out the window. She didn't mind though cause the next few hours proved to be well worth it.
A few weeks later…
"Bulma Briefs, you truly are one of a kind!" She beamed with excitement shining through her bright smile.
The mass search she'd conducted a while back had luckily bared some fruit. It had revealed that there were indeed a few materials on the planet that she could possibly use for her task. She had quickly procured all of the components and had begun testing for the combinations that gave the best results.
After countless trials and tribulations in her endeavours, keeping up with demands for the company, constantly upgrading the GR and its extras and many sleepless nights (no thanks to her insatiable mate and his ludicrous stamina), she'd finally managed to complete the first set of armour.
She stood back with her hands on her hips and admired her work. Her stance radiated with pride at the results of her labour.
"All that's left now is to have his highness test it out." She said to herself, her smile never leaving her face.
She walked to the monitor and typed in the code for the communicator in the GR. The screen flashed for a moment before a picture came up.
There, in all his glory was the Saiyan Prince, phasing in and out of view as he dodged attacks from the bots and the ki beams from the guns that lined the top of the room. She watched in awe as he moved almost effortlessly, his graceful, agile movements and remarkable speed captured her attention, almost making her forget what she wanted to say.
The bots came to a halt and the guns seized their fire. An indication that the monitor had come on. Bulma had installed that feature a couple of months ago when Vegeta had been unceremoniously attacked by one of the bots when he addressed her. That was one of the rare times she'd blushed in embarrassment from hearing him throw colourful words left, right and centre.
Vegeta turned to the screen to acknowledge whoever dared to interrupt him. When he saw the woman's face, he opened his mouth to tell her to get lost but she beat him to the punch.
"Hey Vegeta. I need you to come to the lab real quick. It's really important." He raised his eyebrow at her enlarged face. Normally he would scoff and ignore her but this time, he noticed a glint in her expressive eyes. What could possibly be so important that it couldn't wait for later.
Looks like he's about to find out.
"This better be worth it, woman." He grumbled at her, his scowl never leaving his face.
"Oh trust me, it is. Don't you worry." She winked at him before cutting transmission. Now the wait begins.
Bulma didn't wait too long though cause a few minutes later Vegeta came strolling into the lab, his posture screaming arrogance with his arms crossed and his head held high.
"Well? What is it that's so urgent that it couldn't wait until later?" He asked gruffly.
The heiress raised an eyebrow at that tone of voice and mirrored his stance.
"Why don't you lose the attitude and just be patient Vegeta?"
She rolled her eyes and dropped her arms to her sides.
"Honestly, you're just lucky I'm in a good mood so I'll let that slide. I called you here because I have a surprise for you."
She turned and lifted a large box from her desk. She faced him with a giddy smile on her face and handed him the parcel.
The Prince took the box from her with a frown on his face, hiding his amazement at the gesture. He shook it lightly and heard something bouncing around and narrowed his eyes in slight suspicion.
Bulma sighed silently and shook her head at him. Honestly, the man was too paranoid for his own good.
"Vegeta it's not going to bite you on your ass. Just open it."
He gave her a sharp glare before pulling off the lid. This time he wasn't so successful in hiding his shock. His eyes widened and his lips parted slightly after taking in the contents. He took them out of the box so he could inspect them properly.
It was a blue full bodysuit, white gloves and boots and armour. The design was slightly different to the standard design with gold ribbed straps instead of shoulder pads but otherwise, it was almost spot on.
"As I'm sure you've noticed, these designs stem from the old, damaged armour you wore when you came back from outer space." He nodded at her to continue.
"The bodysuit had been the first one I'd completed. It was relatively easy, using the same combination of materials that made up a lycra bodysuit, the only difference being that I'd added a very soft and flexible yet strong metal component to it that could absorb extreme heat and bounce back from excessive force before it would start taking serious damage. The gloves and boots are the same. Even with all that, the suit is as soft as a baby blanket." She spoke animatedly, her eyes alight with joy.
"The armour had proven to be a more complicated matter. The original components that made it up don't exist on this planet so I conducted a mass search to find suitable replacements and luckily a few came up. As soon as I got what I needed, I played around and came up with different results. Not all of them worked out so well."
She chuckled at a sudden memory of one such instance. "You should have seen my second attempt. It came out looking okay until I tried to pick it up. It felt like it weighed a thousand tons! I tried again but it just fell on the floor and that was the result."
She pointed to the formerly large crack on the floor on the far side of the lab. Vegeta couldn't help but release a snicker of his own, imagining the woman struggling with the faulty piece.
"In the end, my genius prevailed and here we are! This final product is just as pliable as the old one but the main and most important difference is that it's ten times more durable and can take a lot more damage than before. So what do you think?" Bulma felt like her cheeks were going to fall off with the way she was smiling so hard. But she couldn't help it, she was just so darn chuffed!
The Prince took in her jovial appearance. She seemed immensely pleased with herself and the fruits of her labour. To be honest he was quite impressed with her and her work ethic. For all her moments of laziness, she really committed to a task once she set it and didn't stop until she was fully confident that she had completed it to the best of her abilities.
"You look satisfied with the outcome, woman. Although I do commend you on successfully replicating the armour, I'd have to test it before I can give you a proper assessment."
She hummed in assent. That's why she called him here in the first place. "You're welcome to try it out. I wanted to know how it would withstand actual force in battle situations."
He nodded sharply at those words. "I'll let you know how well it does….or doesn't work." He smirked at the glare she sent him before leaving the lab to test his armour out.
"Sometimes I really wonder why I even bother with him." She muttered under her breath.
She looked around at her lab and took in the mess.
'It looks like a bomb went off in here.'
Bulma cleaned everything up before heading for the residential area of the compound. It was still afternoon so she decided to give herself a break. She definitely deserved it.
Vegeta was walking down the hallway on the way to his room to clean up after finishing his evening meal.
He had spent the rest of his time in the chamber after his surprising encounter with the woman. Of all the things she could've said or done, that certainly wasn't what he had in mind.
After he had donned his new attire, he trained much harder than he usually did. His moves and attacks, no matter how hard he tried, could not do any significant damage. It seemed the only thing that would do the trick would be lethal blows. Truly, the woman had outdone herself this time.
He entered his room, placed everything in his closet neatly and was about to enter the bathroom when his sensitive hearing picked up the sound of the woman's shower running.
A smirk slowly graced his face as an idea suddenly crossed his mind.
'Why not join her?'
The Prince made his way to her room and silently entered the bathroom. He felt his temperature rise when he spotted her sleek silhouette through the curtain. He quickly stripped and made his way into the shower.
Bulma was rinsing the conditioner from her hair when she felt her hackles rise on the back of her neck. Before she could react, she found herself pressed against the wall, her back to the perpetrator's front. There could only be one person who would do this.
"Vegeta! Would it kill you to knock or something before you just barge in unannounced?!"
He merely laughed in response and kissed a trail up her neck to her ear.
"Now where would the fun in that be, hm?" He whispered before catching her lobe with his teeth and pulling slightly.
She shook her head at his teasing, trying to clear her head of the fog that was building up.
"You and I clearly have different understandings on the concept of fun."
"That may be true. But..." Bulma gasped when he abruptly turned her around and swallowed a whimper when she saw the predatory look in his eyes.
"I'm sure that this is something we can both agree on as being fun, don't you think?" He maintained eye contact as he ground his hips against hers, smirking deviously at the hitch in her breath.
"Either way, that's not the only reason why I'm here. I actually came here to tell you about the armour you made." Her eyes flashed with interest and anticipation.
He slowly ran the tips of his fingers up and down her thighs, relishing the shiver she gave at the feeling.
"I must say that it worked quite well. It seemed that your efforts weren't for nothing after all. I commend you, woman."
The Prince then ran one of his hands up the inside of her thigh, watching her face the entire time.
"So I thought it best that I come and reward you for your efforts. And what better way than to…"
He trailed off just as he reached the source of her mouth-watering scent that's permeating the air and slowly dragged his index finger up her slit.
Bulma closed her eyes and sighed softly when she felt Vegeta's finger slide up her lips. He lightly pinched her clit which made her jump slightly and snap her eyes open to look at him. That was what he was looking for as he brought his coated finger to his sinfully full lips and sucked the wetness from it, causing her to whimper at the sight.
Vegeta grinned seductively at her before leaning his head down and kissing her softly at first, then with more urgency as the passion grew between them. He broke the kiss to lick and suck a trail down her neck. He looked at her mark and felt his blood boil at the sight.
'Mine.' He growled in his mind as he bit her again, just enough to not break the skin but rather to reiterate what she was to him, and suck on the scarred flesh.
The blue haired beauty moaned lightly when she felt him caress his mark with his tongue.
'Who knew that mark would end up being so sensitive?'
She felt him move down her body when her back arched off of the wall and she panted heavily as he alternated between pinching her oversensitive nipples and lavishing them with his hot mouth. The Prince stood to his full height, grabbed a handful of her and pulled her head back so he could kiss her again, his tongue swirling with hers in a dance as old as time.
Bulma moaned into the kiss as Vegeta wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her closer, their wet skin helping her slide her body on his. Not one for being idle, she put a hand on his chest and slowly ran it down, intending to give him the same pleasure he gave her when he grabbed both her hands and placed them behind her back. He pressed his body onto hers, effectively trapping her hands against the wall behind her.
She looked up at him in surprise at the sudden move. He snickered at her expression.
"Usually I don't mind you making such bold moves, but for now you're just going to have to relax and keep still. Understand?"
Well damn if that didn't just kick her libido up a notch.
She nodded her agreement, partially wanting to wipe the smug look off his face. "Perfect." He whispered before plunging two fingers up her tight pussy and burying his face in the crook of her neck to suck on her mark.
Bulma threw her head back and moaned wantonly as Vegeta fucked her with his fingers. He curled them in a come-hither motion and pushed his palm directly onto her clit, hitting both of her spots at the same time, sending her into overdrive. She swiveled her hips in time with his thrusts and felt the familiar tightening at the bottom of her abdomen. She started gasping consistently, standing just over the edge. Just a bit more….
The bastard stopped and pulled his fingers out just before she fell over the edge.
The heiress cursed in frustration before the sound was swallowed by the kiss of a very amused Saiyan Prince. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it before releasing and biting her top lip.
"Tch. Such a dirty mouth Bulma. Where are your manners?"
"Fuck you!" She growled at him.
"Oh you will soon enough." He replied with a wicked laugh. Honestly, angering the woman never failed to entertain him.
She was about to snap back at him when he thrust his fingers back into her hot depths and picked up at the exact same pace as before. Bulma loudly moaned her pleasure, her head leaned back against the wall. Vegeta placed open mouthed kisses on her exposed throat and increased his speed. She gasped for air a few times before falling over the edge.
"Vegeta!" She screamed as her orgasm washed over her.
The Prince wasted no time, quickly gripping the back of her thighs, lifting her off the ground and pushed her back against the wall as he roughly thrust into her. Bulma moaned and wrapped her legs around his hips as he fucked her. She raked her nails down his back and buried her face in his neck to hide her smile at his responding groan.
She vaguely remembered something important…
"V-Vegeta, how do I mark you? What do I have to do?" She whispered in his ear.
She felt him place one of his hands on the back of her head and push it to the area between his neck and shoulder.
"Bite down on the spot I directed you to. Do it as hard as you can manage." He groaned out.
Bulma licked on the spot before biting down hard and breaking the skin, surprised at the faintly sweet taste of his blood. She felt him still for a moment before he released a deep growl and fucked her harder than before.
The Prince put a hand between their bodies and quickly rubbed on her clit, trying to get her to fall again. Kami knew he couldn't back much longer. The blue haired siren moaned softly and wrapped her arms around his neck. She clenched her inner muscles around him and whispered his name as she fell over the edge once more.
At the soft sound of his name on her lips, Vegeta thrust into her a few more times before stilling completely, growling his release into her neck.
They both panted heavily, just content to stand and let the lingering pleasure flow away slowly and peacefully. A moment later, Bulma leaned back and looked at her handiwork.
"Oh yeah, anyone can definitely tell you've been bitten alright. It doesn't look as clean as mine though, more like a teething puppy just gnawed on your skin." She said to him.
She held her hand out and gathered some lukewarm water in her hand and rinsed off the excess blood.
Vegeta chuckled at her silly comparison.
"It doesn't matter. With your blunt teeth it was to be expected. You may have to do it one or two more times to ensure it scars properly."
They basked in the comfortable silence before it was broken by Bulma's giggles.
"If I had known that would've been my reward for making you new armour then I should've made it a lot sooner."
Vegeta placed her back on her feet and looked at her with an amused smirk. "Shut up woman." He said before kissing her softly.
If she'd blinked, she would've missed an unknown emotion flashing in his eyes before he hid it again when he kissed her.
'I love you Vegeta.' The heiress placed her hand over his heart and smiled against his lips.
Author's Note: Did anyone order a glass of lemonade? No? Okay that was lame, I'm sorry lol.
Well I thoroughly enjoyed writing this chapter. The ideas were just pouring out of my ears for this one. I'm really happy with the way it turned out. I hope you guys like it.
As always, thank you to RoyalBlueRoses and Becky L. Sly for your reviews. Virtual hugs to both of you . Please R and R. Until next time my dudes! RR18