"And... We're good!" She said with a smile as she stepped away to admire her work. The communicator she had worked so hard on was now implemented in the GR. "Whenever we have a chance, we'll shoot you out in space and see how far these things work."
Vegeta stared down at the newly addition to his training room. While he was annoyed that she had interrupted his training, he was more annoyed that she added a new way for her to interrupt him in the future. He noticed how excited she was, he didn't feel like ruining it with his comments. Instead, he decided to cross his arms over his chest and listen to her go over all of the fancy specs.
Watching her, he noticed the way her hair bounced with her head as she moved it as she talked. Her lips had a coat of something glossy that a small part of him wondered what it tasted like. He noticed her eyes were full of excitement, her courage showing through with the eye contact she was making.
It had been a week now since he had first gotten a taste of this woman. Just being near her like this was difficult. Hell, if he wanted to, he could grab her up now and get what he wanted. They were all alone and no one but her would dare step into his training room. He knew she was fully healed as well, so what was it that was stopping him?
He knew full well that she wanted him as well. Her eyes felt a flirtatious glint when they were alone, yet she didn't ask him for more. The woman was not someone who was used, she enjoyed being the one who dominated. They were so much alike it hurt. He knew she wouldn't beg him, he didn't need her to. He felt like he could be on his knees, begging her himself. But there was no way he would do that. No way would his pride allow him to let a human have this much control of him.
Having her this close was difficult for him. The fact that she made him this hungry for her completely infuriated him. Their roles should have been swapped yet here he was, feeling the way he did. Though a week had seemed forever as it already was, he wasn't ready to succumb to her. He was stronger than that.
"Well, I think I'm done here." Bulma told him, snapping him from his thoughts. She wore a smile as she looked at him, one of her hands resting on her hips. "Anything else broken that needs fixed?" She asked him, almost like she was asking for an excuse to stay.
He turned away from her, his arms crossing against his chest. "No. Now leave so I can get back to my training. I've lost enough time because of you."
Her shoulders fell for a moment before she wore a frown. "You know, you really need to learn how to at least say thank you or show some sort of appreciation." She told him angered, spinning on her heel. Stomping out of the room, she grumbled all the way out.
Was he actually serious? She just couldn't believe it! The man frustrated her beyond belief! It had been one week since she had gotten to see what he had to offer. One week of building frustrated that she just wanted to get out. She literally had thrown herself at him every chance she got! He just would not take a hint!
No man had been able to resist her charms, what in the hell made Vegeta any different? Did she really have to throw herself naked at him? Did she need to literally need to tell him that she wanted him inside her again? Why couldn't he just take the damn hint?
She was very frustrated.
Heading straight for her room, she didn't waste any time passing by her parents. Going to her bathroom, she found herself standing right in front of her mirror. She stared at her reflection, wondering what could be wrong with her appearance. Was she really not good enough? She was gorgeous!
Vegeta had no tastes, that was all there was to it! Maybe she really needed to up her step. Make herself so good looking that not even Vegeta could resist her.
She turned away from her mirror and headed straight for her closet. She had enough outfits to cover nearly all occasions. In her past, she had dressed to impress Yamcha many times. Yamcha was easy, Vegeta would be a bit more of a challenge. She looked through her shirts, wondering which one would be able to do the trick.
Remembering the chilly weather, she noticed the small selection of sweaters she owned. Stepping over, she picked through them. Finding one that was a bit larger on her, she found herself smirking. This one would definitely do the trick. A pair of leggings would go nice with this one. She was sure she had matching boots if she needed to chase him outside.
Getting changed quickly, she found herself standing in front of her mirror once more. She was a genius. This sweater v-neck left little imagination when it came to her chest. Her cleavage was out, almost like it was begging to be noticed. Looking at her neck, her fingers brushed against the bite mark that was once there from their last heated encounter. While it was mostly healed, you could still see the outline on her pale skin.
While she thought the mark was strange at first, wondering why he had bitten her so hard in the first place... She now could only be reminded of what Vegeta had given her that day. Now when she saw the mark, she felt herself getting hot all over again. But she wasn't here to beg for another round. She was here to make Vegeta beg.
Looking at her face, she wondered what she could do to it. She knew Vegeta didn't care much for make up, he preferred her natural look. At least, that was what she could assume. The man didn't really go out of his way to compliment her. Sighing, she dug around in her bag. Maybe some more lip gloss would do the trick? While she didnt have any pizza flavored one, she did have a strawberry flavored one. It was one of her favorites and maybe he would wonder what flavor it was.
The thought made her giggle as she coated her lips. She felt like a young girl in love. This was all new to her, going after a man who didn't cave easily. The challenge of it all made it exciting to her. She just hoped this would be enough to show him what she wanted.
Walking over to the large glass doors that lead to her patio, she stared out to the GR. Was he really going to train all day? Would she have to wait for him to finally take a break? That could take forever! She should have thought about this beforehand. Worst case, maybe she could convince him to let her inside? That was the place he had kissed her.
Biting at her lip, she groaned when remembering that feeling he left her with when he kissed her. The man had many skills and that was one of them. Just a kiss alone would satisfy her. She found herself feeling that much more confident.
Spinning around, she headed straight out of her room. Going down the stairs, she walked into the kitchen with some hope that he would be in there. Stepping inside, she noticed her mother was at the stove and her father was sitting at the table with a book one hand and his other on top of his cats head, the black feline sitting on his lap.
A grin formed when she noticed the Saiyan sitting next to her father. Her smile faltered when noticing how angry the other one looked. What happened? Did she miss something?
"Oh my! Bulma! You look stunning!" Her mother beamed, being the first to notice her. She looked her up and down, "What's the special occasion?"
Tearing her eyes from the scowling male, she smiled at her mother. With a shrug, she patted down the sweater. "Oh nothing really. It's been a while since I spazzed myself up. Just wanted to look nice is all."
Bunny grinned at her before her brows rose. "Oh! Before I forget! You have a guest!"
She looked confused, "A guest?" Who could possibly be here to see her? No one had called or messaged her in the last two days.
The blond woman nodded, "He's in the living room. I told him you'd be right down, he's been waiting for you."
By 'he' and Vegeta's change of mood, she could easily put the pieces together. She found her smile disappearing, her brows knitting together. Her mother shouldn't have left him inside. She then sighed, "I'll see what he wants then." Turning around, she tried to prepare herself for what emotions her 'guest' was about to put herself through.
Walking towards the living room, she found herself stopping at the entrance. Just as she had expected, Yamcha was sitting on her couch, one of her mother's magazines in his hands. "Yamcha."
The males eyes snapped from the article he had been reading to her, her appearance almost knocking him breathless. He set the book aside before standing up. His hands had immediately gone to the pockets of his leather jacket he was wearing. It was her favorite jacket. On the bright side, she noticed he didn't have any flowers with him. "Bulma..."
Her arms crossed over her chest, "I guess my threat just blew past you, huh?" She was sure if she asked Vegeta to take him out of the premises, she knew the prince would be happy to oblige.
Yamcha went on defense mood, his hands leaving his pockets and going out in front of him. "I just wanna talk. That's all." He promised her, "Even if it's just five minutes."
Her frown deepened, she just wanted him out of here. What else was there to say? Bringing up their past would just make her emotional, she knew she'd start yelling. She didn't want her family to have to listen to that. Finally she sighed. "We'll talk outside... Five minutes is all you'll get." She told him, unwilling to budge for any more.
Yamcha's shoulders fell in relief and he nodded. "That's fine, I'll take what I can get."
Spinning on her heel, she walked through the kitchen with him following closely behind. Glancing to the side, she noticed Vegeta's eyes were on her. She knew he wasn't looking at her for her outfit. He looked tense, she knew something was up as his food in front of him was left untouched. It was because of Yamcha. Why else would he be acting this way?
Feeling his stare, she headed outside away from any listening ears. The air was chilly, biting at her exposed skin. Going to the patio, she took a seat. Arms crossing once more, she watched Yamcha sit across from her. "Five minutes," She repeated to him.
The male nodded his head, his hands coming together to fidget. "Right. Well to start off... You look good." He noticed her outfit, leaving him only to stare.
She wasn't impressed, only left wishing she had grabbed her coat. She wore this for Vegeta and only him. "If you came her just because of that-"
"No!" Yamcha's eyes snapped back up to hers as he interrupted her. "Sorry... I just... I came to say I'm sorry. About the last time we spoke." He explained, his hand going to the back of his neck. "I thought really hard about what we said to each other and I wanted you to know that I'm sorry."
If he thought just those two words were enough for her to come crawling back, he was wrong. Her frown remained, "Okay."
His eyes dropped, "I shouldn't have been as accusing as I had been. I should have trusted you from the first time you said nothing was going on." He explained with a sigh. "Because of the way I acted, you ended up falling for the guy."
She paused, her lips pressing tight. If it hadn't been for Yamcha's jealousy, she wouldn't be where she was. She could only find herself willing to listen to him, words couldn't really form.
He finally looked up at her, "I understand that you don't want to get back together. I get it but it doesn't make this any easier. I miss you Bulma. I forgot how lonely I was before I met you."
Her chest tightened, her hands had formed into small fists. She refused to back down from his stare. She wasn't going to fall for this, not again.
Yamcha groaned, "If Vegeta has your heart now, at least I know you're too smart to let him take advantage of you..." He sighed, "Bulma, I don't want you to hate me. I don't want you to think bad every time you hear my name. We've been together for years. Should something like this really let all of that go to waste? I came here to apologize and hope that we could at least remain friends. I'm not here to try to get back together. I just miss you."
Her arms finally became uncrossed, she couldn't keep an angry expression if she wanted to. "Why did you ignore me for all of those weeks?" She finally asked, her brows coming together.
He sighed at her question, "You were right to assume the way you did..." He groaned as he hunched over. "I was hurt thinking you chose that guy over me. Seeing you refuse to leave his side made me so angry that I couldn't think straight." His hand went through his hair. "I met someone when I had gone to the bar. She was nothing compared to you but at that time, I needed something."
Her gasp was caught in her throat, "So you cheated on me?"
He nodded slowly, "I regretted it the moment I went through with it. I knew I wouldn't be able to look you in the eye. I figured word would get around and I wouldnt have a shot of returning. So that day I came back, I had hoped some amount of begging could earn your forgiveness. Then you brought up the chance of me cheating and I knew there would be no way back. Then I brought up Vegeta and you said you slept with him..."
It had been a lie at the time, a lot had changed since then.
"After I left, I realized there would be no way we could go back to the way we were before. I tried to cut you out of my life but I just cant. I care too much about you." He explained to her. "So I'm hoping we can move on and at least go back to being friends."
She sat there, the emotions rolling through her. Her eyes were wet yet she refused to let any tears roll. Though she had been so angry at him for what he had done, she couldn't help but wonder if she was any better. She had gone to the club hoping that she could find someone to hook up with to let her forget about Yamcha. Just unlike her ex, she failed to do so.
"I really like him..." She told him softly.
He nodded, "I know you do. I'm willing to accept that. While I don't agree with it, I'll accept it."
Her shoulders fell, her hands covered her face. She had missed him too. She missed having him over and hanging out with him. While she was no longer romantically interested in him, the offer of friendship was something she found herself wanting. "You cant fight with him anymore."
He continued to nod, his expression softening when seeing the tears stream down her face. "I don't think he really likes me. I won't be the one starting it at least." He told her with a light chuckle. When he arrived, he hadn't expected Vegeta to be standing outside of his training room. The look on his face was enough to get his point across.
The Saiyan had not wanted him here. The guy following him inside didn't make anything much better. He had stared him down as he spoke to her mother. Maybe it was their past that brought up the hatred but he wasn't so sure about that. He wondered if Bulma had anything to deal with it, wondering if she had affected the Saiyan that much.
He had gotten his answer when he left the kitchen with her, seeing how he watched her as they left. Honestly, he was surprised the male did not follow them out.
She laughed as she wiped her eyes, "Vegeta doesn't like anyone." She then sighed, "It might take a bit but I think we could try to be friends again. After everything we've been through, it shouldn't be too difficult."
He nodded, finally smiling once again. While he knew she had gotten over him, he knew it would take a while for him to see her as just a friend. If anything, if Vegeta decided to throw her away, he wanted to make sure she had someone she could go to. Even if he was second best, just being by her side was enough for him.