Cheater Envy
Chapter 2: Bulma's POV
Bulma heaved a sigh as she watched Yamacha walk away slumped over with the duffle she'd thrown at him over his shoulder.
She closed the door when he was at the end of the walk and turned inward toward the kitchen.
Walking in she saw Vegeta sitting at the table eating leftovers from the night before.
She walked right past him, not eve caring he was there and opened the fridge. Retrieving some food supplies, the young scientist set out to create a sandwich.
The whole time she could feel Vegeta watching her. She didn't know what he found so interesting on her back, but for some reason she found it amusing. In fact, as strange as it sounds, she felt lighter, happier, uplifted. It was like a huge dead weight was lifted off her shoulders. A dead weight named Yamacha.
She was so up lifted that when she was done with her sandwich she turned to face Vegeta who was still eating at the table.
"Enjoying the view?" she asked smirking a smirk she'd learned from Vegeta himself. She could tell it amused him that she was using it.
"You seem kind of upbeat for someone who just broke up with their mate."
Bulma scoffed.
"Like I'd actually have a family with that two timing, man whore." She said. "I feel sorry for the woman who ends up with him.
Vegeta smirked as he stood from the table and walked up to her.
"I could have told you he wasn't a real man." He said in a deep rough voice. Bulma blushed at how close he was. She looked up at him with a 'come hither' look.
"And a real man would be….?" She asked.
"Me." He explained. "Anyone who doesn't sleep around on a beautiful woman. Anyone who knows when they have a good thing going."
She smiled sexily.
"You know, princey, if I didn't know any better I'd think you were coming on to me." Bulma said low and breathily. "Good thing I know better." She winked at him as she slipped away sandwich in hand.
Vegeta stood there completely shocked.
"Princey?" he thought. "Coming on to her?" Vegeta grunted in annoyance. "That woman's even more insufferable when she's happy."
-xXx-
"I can't believe I just did that." Bulma thought as she looked down at the back yard from her office. "I actually flirted with Vegeta. I mean who wouldn't he's a pretty sexy guy. Bet he's big too." Bulma sat up straight, blinking rapidly, as she let what she just thought sink in. "Dear god, what's wrong with me? My hormones must be all out of whack."
Bulma sighed as she continued to look out at the back yard. Her eyes went wide as she looked out to see Vegeta in nothing but tight spandex shorts, training in the yard.
"Damn." She thought. "But why isn't he using the gravity chamber?" she thought for a moment, composing a list of possible answers, until it hit her. "Shit, I still haven't fixed it."
Shooting up out of her chair, she dashed out of the room and toward the yard.
-xXx-
Vegeta turned to look, when he heard the door open.
Bulma walked toward him, now dressed in tight black jeans and black t-shirt. That had a set of fangs on it and said 'Bite me'. He looked to her hand to see she was carrying a tool box.
"Hmp, look whose back on earth." Vegeta taunted.
"Sorry." She apologized rushing passed him and toward the gravity chamber.
As she rushed passed, Vegeta caught a glimps of what he thought was a blush. He then noticed that she was avoiding looking at him.
Before he knew it she had entered the chamber, but left the door open.
He shook the thoughts he had from his head and went back to training.
2 hours later
Vegeta had just finished training and had sat down on the grass to meditate when Bulma's voice rang out from inside the gravity chamber.
"Ow!" she yelled. "Son of a bitch!"
Vegeta stood from his sitting position and walked calmly toward the chamber. Half way there he stopped.
"What am I doing?" he thought. "I'm acting like I care about her."
Before he could continue his thoughts, Bulma appeared in the doorway holding her arm. She started walking toward him and without stopping walked right passed him saying; "Your stupid gravity chambers fixed." She grumbled as she rushed passed.
Vegeta watched her disappear into the house confused until the scent of blood hit his nose.
He turned on his heels and followed Bulma into the house. A hiss of pain came from her as he walked into the kitchen to see her with her arm in the sink.
Without thinking, he walked up behind her with an arm on either side of her pinning her to the counter, as he examined her arm over her shoulder.
Bulma gasped as she felt Vegeta press up against her back. She watched completely stunned as he reached around her and grabbed her arm, examining it.
He was a good head and a half taller then her and she could feel the heat from his body, radiating into hers. His warm moist breath fanned out on her neck and ear, right in that special place that drove her crazy.
Vegeta examined the long bloody cut running from her elbow to the middle of her forearm. Grabbing a dish towel off the counter next to the sink, he wet it and began to clean her wound gently.
She flinched at the stinging sensation that the water caused.
"Oh my god." She thought. "What is he doing? He's so genle."
Bulma suddenly became aware that Vegeta was no longer behind her. She looked down at her arm to see it had stopped bleeding. She turned around, so her back was to the sink, only to run into Vegeta who was standing there holding a roll of bandages.
Without a word said, he set to work bandaging her arm. The whole time he stood in front of her, she couldn't stop starring at his naked chest. It was kind of hard not to though, being that it was starring her in the face.
He may be a jerk, but he definitely had the body of a god. Tan bronze skin pulled taught around firm tight pecks, abs, bicepts, and tricepts. God, she could get lost in his arms.
A deep throaty chuckle pulled her out of her thoughts. She blinked to find Vegeta had finished her arm and was now watching her stare at him.
"Enjoying the view?" Vegeta asked with the same smirk she used before. She scowled as her own move was thrown back at her. She watched him speechless for a moment. She then smirked as a plan formed in her mind.
"Actually, yea." She replied. Vegeta blinked at her, completely thrown off. "What? You didn't know, princey." She continued. "You're pretty hot." She smirked as she turned on her heels. As she walked out she held her arm up over her head. "Nice patch job, by the way."
Vegeta watched her go, his mouth hanging wide open.
"That's the second time today that she's done that." Vegeta thought. "Every time I see her she gets more and more insufferable."
-xXx-
Bulma poked her head out of her room late that night. It was about midnight and she was completely famished.
"I knew I shouldn't have skipped dinner." She thought.
With one last peek around the dark hallway, Bulma stepped out of her room clad in a skimpy black spaghetti strapped tank top, black boy shorts that said 'smack that' across the butt in blue, and blue knee socks with black stripes at the top. Her hair was straightened and down.
Quietly, Bulma crept down stairs toward the kitchen, silently praying that she didn't run into a certain raven haired Sayian prince. Especially since she was barely wearing anything, because she was too lazy to change before coming down.
Once in the kitchen, Bulma made her way to the fridge, where she opened it and peaked her head inside. A chill seemed to run up her spine as she was bent over looking into the fridge. But since she was near the fridge, she just brushed it off.
A pair of deep charcoal eyes starred down at the young scientist from the far dark corner of the room. Stealthily, the owner of the eyes walked up behind the young woman. He could see the shiver run up her spine. He smirked.
"Smack that?" Vegeta said in a deep, rumbling voice. Startled, Bulma jumped wacking her head on the top of the fridge.
"Damn it." She grunted as she turned around. Her pain was forgotten though, when she looked up to see the owner of the voice. She blushed a deep red as she realized what he had said. Vegeta smirked as he stepped closer to her. "Um, what are you doing?" Bulma asked shyly as Vegeta got close enough to lean over her ear.
"Do you know how insufferable you are?" he whispered in said ear. Bulma stood unmoving and speechless. "You know you impressed me today." He said still hovering over her ear. "Twice, in one day, you've managed to leave me speechless." He smirked as he lifted his head up and over hers. He moved his one hand from above her where he had placed it in order to lean over her, and moved it to rest on her lower back. She gasped silently at the heated touch. Vegeta used the moment to yank Bulma forward and into his firm muscular chest. She looked up and into his eyes to see a deep firery passion in them.
Her eyes widened in surprise as she watched him get closer and closer. He captured her lips in a soft kiss, never giving her the chance to respond before his hand slipped from the small of her back, to the apex of her thighs. Her eyes went wider as she gasped/squeaked at the sudden contact. She fell forward, landing on his chest, and grabbing at his wife beater tightly. Bulma broke their lip contact to lay her head on his chest, gasping and panting as he moved his fingers roughly through her folds, through the fabric of her boy shorts.
Vegeta moved his other hand and smacked her ass roughly making her jump in surprise. She starred up at him appauled. Vegeta chuckled.
"I'm giving you a rub down and you're upset that I smacked your ass?" Vegeta asked incredulously lightening up, on her. "Besides, it told me to." He continued referring to the phrase on the back of her underwear. She starred up at him in a daze and at a loss for words. Vegeta smirked again.
Without warning, Vegeta pushed up on her making her gasp in shock and pleasure. She looked up at him panting.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked.
"Because you intrigue me. You seem to complete me." He replied leaning in again to capture her lips. When he pulled away she starred into his eyes as if asking him if it were true.
Vegeta moved his hands from the apex of her thighs to under her knees where he lifted her to wrap her legs around his waist. She obliged and soon found herself making out with said prince as he carried her back up the stairs and toward her bedroom.
-xXx-
Bulma squeaked in surprise as she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her from behind. She hadn't even heard the shower door open.
"You weren't there this morning." Vegeta murmured into her neck.
"Of course not, I was in here." She replied, giggling as he tickled her neck. "I wanted to be clean and presentable." She finished. She could feel Vegeta's mouth curl into a smirk against her skin.
"You don't actually think you're going to get any work done today. Do you?" he asked.
"Excuse you?" she asked. "Does that mean you're not training today either?" Vegeta chuckled.
"One day won't kill me." He said. "Besides, I got a nice work out last night, a little repeat might actually qualify as training." Bulma burst into laughter.
"I'm sorry, but sex doesn't qualify as training no matter how you explain it." She said. Vegeta chuckled as he pulled her flush against him.
30 minutes later
Bulma sighed as she shuffled through the contents of the refridgorator. After last nights events she completely forgot about her hunger. Now, she was starving, famished even.
Fishing some eggs and ham out of the fridge, Bulma walked over to the stove top and lit the burner under the frying pan. Cracking a few eggs and then frying a few strips of ham with them.
Once she was done she scooped her food on a plate and then sat down at the table. Just as she sat down to eat Vegeta walked in.
"Pan." She said pointing over her shoulder. Vegeta walked over and scooped out what was left of the food then sat down at the table across from Bulma. Both ate in silence until Bulma finished and stood to put her plate in the sink. Before she could turn around a strong muscular body pressed her up against the counter….again. She smiled.
"You seemed to like this position don't you?" she asked. Vegeta chuckled.
"Only when it's you." Vegeta replied.
Bulma chuckled. "Good to know."
-xXx-
Later that Day
"Oh Kami! Oh! Oh! Right there! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
"Fuck woman!"
"Oh! Oh! Oh! OH! VEGETA!"
Vegeta collapsed exhausted on top of Bulma. Bulma rested her head on Vegeta's shoulder, taking in his deep musky scent.
"That was amazing." Bulma said still trying to catch her breath. Vegeta scoffed.
"Of course it was, woman. What else did you expect from royal Sayian blood. I bet that half wit, weakling could never make you fell this way." Bulma laughed.
"You're so arrogant." She laughed. "I love it."
"Ha, you're one to talk." Vegeta retorted.
Bulma chuckled as she wrapped her arms around Vegeta's neck and pulled him down for a deep passionate kiss. When they pulled apart Vegeta asked;
"Does this mean you're over Yamacha?" he asked. Bulma smirked, a smirk she learned from he himself.
"Yamacha who?" She replied sultrily. Vegeta smirked.
Bulma sat up as much as Vegeta would allow with him on top of her.
"Did you hear that?" she asked. "It sounded like foot steps."
"That half wit was watching us." He said. Bulma looked at him shocked. She blushed a deep shade of red. "Don't tell me you're embarrassed." He said.
"Well, no, but I don't think what we do is any of his business." She sighed. "How'd you know he was there?"
"His chi spiked when he saw us."
"What does that mean towards his reaction?" she asked.
"It means he was pissed."
Bulma smirked. "Serves him right. Now he knows I have a man whose a million times better then he is." Vegeta smirked back down at her.
"A million huh?"
"Yea, well I've only slept with you about five times and shared one meal with you since last night, so I really can't say anymore then that until further data can be collected." Bulma explained.
"Spoken like a true scientist."
A/N: Ok chapter 2. hope you like it. Please review, hopefully three will be up soon. I'm still debating on how I want to take it. If you have any ideas let me know.
-RED