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Chapter 5. Realization
A week pass, there were no more calls between them, something inside Bulma felt as if it was broken. She had decided to go with Chi chi to Vegeta-sei the day of the proclaim party, because customs control were less strict to her guests and because Chi chi was also invited and was dying to see Goku.
She need, for some reason to find Vegeta and talk to him, if she didn't she felt like she was going to drown in her distress. Although, she thought of going for all those reasons, but when she felt Vegeta-sei heat and was stuck with almost 1500 women more, she regretted it.
Vegeta watched as all the guest ships landed, and the guests started to get off; he had been on edge for two main reasons finding his red headed girl and the second not hearing from Bulma *Was he too harsh* he thought and scold himself, bo¿ut he wasn't going to call her.
-I really don't want to address you a queen- his father say as he accompany him in the hangar. He turned to see his son, and was surprised by his look. Vegeta's eyes seem to have a tint between green and blue and his body was cover in what it seems like a golden aura that made his son's dark hair waived wildly.
-She is here- his fathered asked and confirmed at the same time. Vegeta only nod and was about to move –I need you take control over yourself; you can't run down there as a child to look for her. You invited all this women; this is an intergalactic official publicized event. Imagine how it would look if you went down there and took your women dismissing the rest, the political implications that that will have-
Vegeta composed himself –You're right I don't know what came into me. I'll meet her at the party- he said in disbelief of his actions.
-Don't feel down, I have never seen a bond so strong, a longing so demanding- The king took him by the shoulder and walk with, almost pushing his son, whose feet seemed pinned to the ground.
Bulma has managed to get out of custom 3 hours later. Both women managed to meet Goku, who hugged them. He led Bulma to where the GR was settled and both of them disappeared into oblivion.
The beautiful scientist was feeling the hot of Vegeta-sei planet and change into a small black short and a really skimpy white top that she wore when she workout. It was too damn hot for anything else. Every saiyan man was aghast by the wonderful vision
Bulma was moving some boxes around -Better to check the refrigerating system first- she comment as she opened a small lid, then heard a small cracking sound, followed by a loud pop. A cloud of white dust fill the entire hangar, there was no visibility for almost 5 min. Bulma complained as she tried to remove some of the white dust from herself.
Vegeta felt like he was been torn apart, he could smell her everywhere, she was so near. Remembering his father's words he went to the GR hangar to see over Bulma's repairs. As he walk the smell became overwhelming and then he heard what sounded like an explosion and a white cloud of dust expanded all over the place overpowering his senses, then he felt a great relief that he couldn't smell her, this was exactly what he needed, his thoughts wonder he became worried, he tried not to run to see if Bulma wasn't injured, instead he flew at his maximum speed.
-That lucky bastard!-the cerulean hair girl exclaimed -I don't know how he manage to keep himself alive-
-Are you talking about me?-Vegeta said looking a very powdery Bulma.
-Yes- she said and all the people of the hangar gasp in horror at the way she was talking to prince Vegeta. –I didn't even touch any of the hoses of the refrigeration system and they collapse as a result of the high pressur eto which you have submitted them- she gave him a scolding look.
-It's your fault you said you build a machine for saiyan training, but established a ridiculous time of usage of 9 hours- Vegeta said crossing his arms over his chest and the woman only signal him a no with her head.
-Do you mind taking that out? - she added as she pointed the refrigerating system compressor and auxiliary tanks.
-Me?-Vegeta asked in disbelief while people looked at them.
-Yes, please- Bulma pressed the button of a capsule letting out a completely new system –Is better to install a new one than to repair that one- she looked at Vegeta who watched her with impossible big eyes –Is there a problem, your highness?- she question with snide in her tone.
Vegeta detached the system in one pull using only his left hand and throw to oblivion, trying to make a point, a point that Bulma didn't understood –See, not that hard, now put that in there so I can wire it. The saiyan prince opened his mouth several times, there was complete silence in the hangar as he lifted the damn thing and positioned in its right place. Then he saw how Bulma started to work –Where's Goku, shouldn't he be the one helping you or didn't you brought a maintenance crew?- he asked not masking his contempt, but Bulma was to into her task -Chi chi and Goku seemed pretty serious didn't want to interrupt them and my assistant unit is currently charging- she pointed to a wall where several robots were standing, she pressed a button an nothing happened –Can you turn my welding machine on?- Vegeta looked around to give the people of the hangar a "you better start working look" and then pressed the machine on.
For 15 minutes they didn't talk, he was enrapture by Bulma speed and the very small garment she was wearing, every time she stretch up he could almost see her breast -You think she's wearing a bra?- the prince overheard, he looked around and saw how every saiyan at the station were there as if they were watching a show. The prince walked to a watering station near the guy he noticed that made the comment, he took a glass of water, drank it and on his way back to the GR, gave the man a punch in the gut, all the other men gasp and begun to move around to look busy.
-How long do you think you need to repair the machine?-Vegeta asked as he grinned at the view of his men fear.
-I'm thinking 10 days- she bended over placing her feet at the sides of a tank, her precariously covered ass shaking in the air.
Vegeta breathed deeply –Is that the outfit you normally use to work?-
Bulma stopped. -God, no. But Vegeta-sei is too hot; I'm starting to consider working in a bikini- she said as she welded something.
Vegeta stood still for a moment almost in trance -Then, I should move the GR to my private hangar. I no longer need to supply energy manually-
-Is it cooler there?- She asked turning around the tank, this time he looked how her chest pressed against it.
-No- he answered with a stoical voice.
-Then I see no point- Bulma tried to get out from behind the tank but noticed she was stuck.
-Trust me there is a point; you just don't see it- Vegeta was trying to do his best to mask his annoyance.
-Fine- she said as she wiggled –But, help me out of here- Bulma extended her arms in the air and Vegeta's eye twitch but didn't move.
-My prince, I can help her- a saiyan man jumped from behind him very energetic, if looks could kill that saiyan man will have been as good as dead –Go to work- Vegeta answered him menacingly and went to aid the human girl. Bulma almost melted in Vegeta's touch, so close she could catch his scent and it was beginning to take her over the edge. The prince felt like if every muscle on his body was awakening, almost like it was screaming him to remember something. They gazed at each other, neither of them breathing; then they were interrupted by an odd, loud sound.
-What was that?- he ask intrigued, Bulma blushed –My stomach, I'm starving- But before I eat I should settled everything on your private hangar- she said as her stomach growled again.
-Woman, you are already as thin as a twig and as weak as you could get, let's eat; I'll order someone to transfer all of this- the prince made a gesture with his hand and two saiyans men nod at him.
-But I'm covered in this white powder I should bath and change first- her treacherous stomach growl in discomfort.
-That settles things. We're eating first- The saiyan prince said as he made a sign with her head, telling her to follow him.
-We? - She asked intrigued.
-Yes, I'm in a good mood. And also I need to get my mind off a particular subject- he said as he recalled he wanted to look for his red headed girl.
They were sitting at a dinner hall, golden plates, golden chandeliers, the table forged in some type of crystal and the chair plated in silver. Bulma was underdressed and felt horrible about it. A small battalion of people set the 40 feet table with a ton of plates. -How many people are we expecting-? Bulma asked looking at her clothes and feeling stressed.
-What you mean? - Vegeta tore a leg of giant bird and looked upon a very concerned Bulma -Eat- he instructed.
Bulma smiled at him in defeat. She took a piece of bread, a small portion of salad, cut in half a piece of what looked like broccoli and placed a small piece of meat. Her gigantic plate looked empty -You shouldn't be on a diet- Vegeta said as he engulfed a tremendous piece of octopus.
-I'm not!- she wailed and gave him a friendly push, Vegeta looked at her, any other living creature would have been punished by that action, but she made him remembered his red headed girl and thought that the action was a common trade on Earth. -I could behead you for that, but I'm going to do something far worse- he smirked and took Bulma's meat eating it in a go.
Bulma breathed heavily and puff -You asshole, I was going to eat that!- and like that he, also, ate her broccoli. She paused and then her laughter flooded the room.
King Vegeta watched over them, something in between intrigued and appalled by this woman behavior, but was even more shocked by his own son. After a few moments watching over them he sat down. Vegeta, promptly, stood from his seat and at this action Bulma jumped from hers.
-My King good evening- he bowed and Bulma mimic his bow.
The King then laughed -You know his toying with you- the older man said to her -Never in his life had he acted like this- and Vegeta laughed, his laughter lighting up something hot inside Bulma's body. -But it was nice watching her bounce of her sit in that shirt, don't you think father?- the king didn't respond he just looked down to his plate and Bulma squinted her eyes at the prince.
The three of them continue eating -Is this beautiful woman your future queen?- The king asked and Bulma almost choked, negating it vigorously with her head.
-Don't you consider my son a good catch?- the king asked her with a strong menacing voice.
Bulma laughed nervously -Is not that his not a good catch, King Vegeta. As hot as he may be- Bulma paused as Vegeta lifted his chin up in approval –It's just he has a very distinctive personality.- before the prince could felt extolled by Bulma's words she added -He tends to be self centered and annoying-
King Vegeta's eyes widened, he was about to put Bulma in her place when his son talk -I thought you were talking about me, not describing yourself, but if that the case you should add juvenile and conceited.-
Bulma roll her eyes, and then grinned -That's right, prince, keep talking and the time I spend repairing you GR will double- Vegeta responded her with a killer look.
-Wait, Bulma, was it?- the king asked and both of them turn to face him - As in Briefs?- the cerulean head nod in confirmation cutting another piece of meat. –Can believe I'm sitting next to you. The minister of defense told me he placed an order for an upgrade of Vegeta-sei shields 6 months ago and that we're currently in the waitlist- he added this time inquisitively.
-Sorry about that- Bulma laughed -My department is not logistics and programming, I'm more into research and administration- she took a spoon out something that looked like pudding and wrinkled her nose putting it aside. The king's eyes still on the girl as if she was in the spot-But- she slowly added -Since I'm here, I could check it out with your minister if he's free for a meeting-
The king waved and a girl nodded -The appointment is been arranged- he said and Bulma gave him a polite smile.
After a half an hour, Bulma was more than done with eating and doing small talk - May I be excused?- she asked
-You barely ate anything- the king appointed. -Trust me; I ate more than my share. Honestly I want to do some light walking to digest it.- Bulma gave a melting smile and the king beamed at her as he approved her leaving with his hand.
-I could show her around- a male sayain in formal armor reply and Bulma beamed at him liking the proposal. Vegeta stopped eating, something about that idea made feel uncomfortable -I'll do it- the prince said glaring at the other man, who responded with a bow. *That was odd* the King thought but nodded.
Bulma was walking aimlessly, she stopped and leaned over a rail, she looked up and saw two half moons -This pace is hellish hot, but that view is stunning- Vegeta appreciate the comment and mesmerized in the impossible curves of the woman *Yes, the view is definitely stunning* he thought and the little voice scolded him making him remember his beautiful red headed.
-Vegeta, I need to thank you- she said biting her lip, that action for some reason drive him crazy, his body unwittingly got closer to her, he wanted to reach to her but stopped himself -For what?- he asked scolding himself yet another time.
-The last time we talk you said something harsh to me- she said; he reminisced about his last conversation *Right, she's mad* he thought - I needed to hear them. Truth to be told, I do need to grow up, and thinking things over, that doesn't need mean that I'm going to lose myself in the process. I'm just going to have more in my plate. I'll still have my freedom; it will just be of a different kind. You know what I mean?-
The saiyan prince looked away to hide his smile -I actually do- he said as he hold the rail. Bulma felt something warm going inside her chest, his word made her happy -Enough about me. Let's focus on you- she coughed -How's queen hunting going?- she needed to change the subject quickly and make him mad if possible.
-Very good, matter of fact, I smelled her today- he said proudly, he really was in a good mood.
Bulma was confused, she looked into space -Is that a slang? - she question without thinking and Vegeta gave him a puzzle look -You know, what are you trying to say with "You smelled her"- didn't sound romantic at all Bulma thought.
-That!- he said -I was overseeing the party's guests arrivals and I smelled her, didn't get to looked at her, but I know my red headed girl is here- he said confidently, that only seemed to confuse Bulma more.
-If you didn't get to see it, how could you possibly know she's red headed, by her smell alone? - she asked disconcerted by the possibility.
-No, that would be silly- he replied with a stern look.
-That's silly! - She said mockingly -Then pleased illustrate me, how you know the color of her hair?- she added using the same tone. Vegeta stood still a few moments -So? - She quizzed him again. Reluctantly he started to answer -I met her-
And the Bulma remembered that all of the women of her party list were invited to this party, that's why she had agreed to flight in a conventional spaceship because a lot of her friends were going. -At my birthday party?- she asked bluntly and he nodded. The only red headed girl she knew was Olive from human resources and she wasn't that pretty.
-Red head and purple eyes- he added. *That's definitely not Olive* Bulma thought -How did you meet this girl? - Bulma was very intrigue, she felt like she had a void in her stomach and her heart cringed, she hated this girl, this woman that could make Vegeta's eye sparkle.
-She stole my drink- he said and Bulma's eyes widened in alarm -Best sex I ever had- he added with a big, proud smile.
Bulma screamed inside her head, she try to calmed herself *Bulma your thinking this too much, this girl is not you* the little voice in her head spoke –How, how many woman you bed that night?- she stuttered will talking.
The price looked at her in disbelief –One- he paused. -Who do you take me for? - He grunted at her.
*Kudos Bulma, for been the best sex* the little voice in her head said proudly *Are you crazy, do you know what this means!* Bulma yelled at herself in her mind.
Wait maybe is not me, an idea crossed her mind – Are… are you smelling her right know? - she asked in a low voice.
-No- he answered -Thanks to you. That explosion disturbed my sense of smell- he said turning to her -Right know all I can smell is that obnoxious metallic scent- and Bulma started walking. -Where are you going? - He asked following her.
-I'm tired- she said as she walk -And I want to take a bath- she added speeding up –I see, but I should probably show you where my hangar is- Vegeta said, Bulma stopped, she just needed some time to think, a moment to deliberate at the thought that this prince wanted to find her to make her his queen, and she couldn't handle that shit right now, not after his father announcement.
- You're right- she laughed sheepishly and followed the prince in silence, she was nervous but it all started to wash away as she stared at man in front; she stared at his broad shoulders, how the definition of his muscles were enticing her under his uniform, then she looked at his tail, how it hang out around his lean and powerful waist, something inside her started to waking up, she started to rub her tights against each other, she bit her lower lip and her hand started reaching to his tail *I want to touch it, I want it touching me, wrapped around me* her breath became heavy but her trance dissolved an inch away when his tail twitch and he turned around.
-Woman, what the hell are you doing?- Vegeta scolded her with a stern look.
Bulma was freaking out, she made a mental note to kick herself later -I'm a scientist, I just wanted to inspect your tail- she answered quickly, putting on her best apologetic face and Vegeta sighed placing his hand on his nasal bone pressing it slightly -Of course you were, you're the only person crazy enough to do that- he said trying to calm his displeasure -Woman, you can't do that, you could get kill for that, out tail is a very personal thing, we don't go around touching people with it or letting anyone petted. Are we clear? - he gave him a severe look and she nodded, but now she was puzzle *But he touched me very intimately with it* she scream at her head, then she started to remember how his tail felt playing over her breasts, making her nipples erect and the cloth of her current bra started to feel uncomfortable, she wanted to be touch there, to soothe them; she shook her hand to try to get the feeling out of her mind *It was not the only place his tail touch* a little voice recall her and her body begun to remembered the waves of pleasure, how he made her cum.
Vegeta stiffened, he almost looked like he was sniffing the air and Bulma panicked, he turned around but Bulma was gone. He looked around a little to see if he could find her *that was rude* he thought, but was distracted by the sweet smell that was calling him and he grinned *it was late, he could look for her, she was definitely calling for him* a little voice in his head encourage him. Then, the saiyan prince decided to take a detour to the section of the castle were his guests had been placed as a warm feeling burn him inside.
Bulma ran like her life depend on it, because to her it did, she took several shortcuts and manage to get to her room, opened the door as she literally roll to get in it, Chi chi wasn't anywhere to be found.
-I'm doomed- she ran to the bathroom and started to fill the tub, the panic coursing through her veins as she took small box of incense, that she used for Pilates, and light it up, then she throw to the running water half of the content of her bath salts and three peppermint bath bombs and she got in the tub with her clothes still on, before anything had time to dissolve in the water -Please let it work!- she pleaded -I just need time to think, to plan something to get him to understand he's crazy or to make my heart warm to the idea- she submerged herself in the water.
-What are you doing?- the King asked Vegeta as he placed himself in front of him.
-Just taking a stroll- the prince said looking behind his father.
-Really? - his father asked sarcastically -It would better if you "stroll" after the party in two days. In the meantime, why don't you "stroll" elsewhere- the King paused -At this hour, your room seems like a fitting place to "stroll"- his father gave him a warning smile.
He was about to say something when he gave his fathered a confused look, followed by a disappointed one. Like that he turn around and begun to walk to his quarters *Gone* he thought feeling a little down *I was so close, but why did the smelled disappeared?* he question himself in his mind *probably because of the explosion* Vegeta sighed *His girl was out there ready for him and he couldn't get to her. I think not smelling her right now is for the best. Just two more days*
His father looked as his son walked away, feeling a little baffled by his lack of fight. But he shrugged his shoulders and also walked to his own quarters; he had only got closer to this area because he sensed his son ki's and thought he wasn't up to any good.
Vegeta sank naked in his bed, after a long cold bath. He wanted to smell her, but couldn't and that made him uneasy. In the meantime, Bulma panicked in her bathroom, 2 hours on her tub and she was beginning to wrinkle. With her heart in her hand she got out of the tub, dried herself up, tided a robe around her and went out to the bedroom. She screamed when she listened to voices.
-Are you alright? - Chi chi asked. And Bulma started breathing again.
-Goku- Bulma smiled- How do I smell? - She asked and Chi chi frowned. -I was cover in refrigerant powder that smelled gross, I just want to know if I manage to take it off- she excused herself making Chi chi smiled and Goku got closer to sniff her.
-You smell good, like chocolate and mint, actually you're making feel kind of hungry- Goku laugh.
-Do I smell like me? - She questioned trying to cover her worries.
Goku sniff her again –No, sorry, not at all. But you smell good –he tried to assure her and Bulma beamed at him.
**Will continue in chapter 6