Date at the seaside
Sickly Sensations
Vegeta glided agily down to the man who was frantically trying to swim for his life; It was true the man really look to not be able to swim, in Vegeta's opinion it was just pathetic.
Smirking the prince looked down, just as Stanley disappeared below the surface of the water.
Bulma's head emerged from over the stonewall, as she looked the down the ten feet drop to her mate who was taunting the drowning person. She smiled as she noticed how sexy he looked with his tanned skin and dark spiky hair blowing gently on the breeze from the water.
He was certainly an upgrade from Yamcha; he had the look of a true prince with the appearance of a sex god and a warrior built into one.
Arrogantly Vegeta placed a hand in the water, he did not particularly want to get wet especially for this pathetic human; but he also didn't want to be blamed if the idiot did appear to drown.
Growling as he felt the mans greasy hair he pulled hard and fished the man clear from the water.
Sneering he evilly glared at the man as he spluttered salty water from his mouth gasping for air. His head still bleeding and the red blood trickling down his head onto his ruined pinstriped business outfit.
Bulma smirked, her man had really saved another's life, this was a certain improvement on what he would have done just a few weeks before, although he was no saint like Goku, Vegeta certainly knew how to save somebody with style. He wasn't being particularly gentle as he held the choking man above the water by his hair, but the prince had a special Royal air about him, even now he looked so sexy and calm he had the true look of a real prince.
Just as he did when he was sleeping, he had that arrogant haughtiness look that only a prince could have.
There was a faint groan come out from the unfortunate man just before the Saiyan prince cruelly pushed his head under the water holding it for a few seconds.
Bulma chuckled as the Saiyan yanked the man back up again and laughed mischievously before repeating the dunking.
After doing this several more times, the heiress finally decided to give the man a break before Vegeta killed him from fright. At the sound of his mate calling Vegeta looked up from his torture session and dropped the man back into the harbour before attentively looking up into Bulma's big blue eyes, the evil smirk he always reserved when fighting was clearly upon his features.
"Please…." The man begged, before hopelessly holding out an arm and frantically kicking to keep his head above the water.
The prince looked back down with a devious look in his eyes. "Is there a problem weakling?" he snorted just as the man flopped back into the water like a dying fish and tried to use his hands. Every move he took made a nasty spluttering noise as he swallowed mouthfuls of salty seawater.
"Can't… swim…"
Vegeta smirked then chuckled loudly folding his arms arrogantly across his chest, making it clear to the man that he was not going to help. "How unfortunate." He said sarcastically as he laughed once again.
"Please… I beg you…""I don't listen to beggars."
With that the prince glided back up to the pathway where Bulma had been watching his small torture session. He looked quite pleased with himself, as the man continued to splash frantically below them.
"You humans can't even swim." Vegeta sneered to Bulma, before she scowled at him. He just smirked as he sat back down onto the hard bench; the only sign of his cruel act was the slight wet patches on his expensive shorts. Bulma couldn't help but stare a little, as arrogant as he was he looked so darned hot.
A teenage boy ran up to the side of the harbour, with a large flotation device in his hand donning a red cap and a yellow t-shirt with LIFEGUARD printed upon the back.
Agilely he threw the float down to the stricken man, and then dived down from the wall into the water like on the Baywatch movies.
Bulma looked to Vegeta who began to laugh at the scene unfolding, before she quickly decided to lead him away.
Her stomach was fluttering like butterflies, and once again she was beginning to feel dizzy and light-headed. The only thing she could put it down to was the bright sunlight and the sheer heat upon them both. Paling slightly she took Vegeta's hand and walked him in the opposite direction that they had came.
"Woman are you okay?" Vegeta said finally after a couple of minutes walking in silence, stopping abruptly as he looked closely at the paleness of his mate; her hands had began to feel clammy and sweaty again and she looked, as though she were about to vomit her brains up.
Shaking her head, Bulma quickly placed a hand over her mouth before the horrid sensation of vomit burning in her throat came up to the surface. Rushing away she moved to the side of the harbour and promptly vomited all the ice cream into the water below.
Vegeta turned away in true Saiyan style as he winced at his mate heaving; it was one thing his tough guts could not tolerate and his strong sense of smell did not help things.
"Woman!" Vegeta barked; before she began puking loudly again this time a sob escaped her lips; and made the prince fight back the urge to approach her.
She did not reply as she held her head on the wall, and took some deep breaths of air.
The scene was making the prince feel slightly worried, how could she be so fine one moment and then violently sick the next? He really hoped that whatever it was, it wasn't contagious he had much training planned and he couldn't afford any time out.
He really had the urge to go up to his mate, and place her in a strong and shielding hug; she looked in a state, and he knew where they would have to go next.
"Shall I take you home Bulma?" Vegeta whispered quietly, as though the volume of his voice might cause her to feel ill again.
Bulma sniffled then wiped her nose with the back of her hand, how undignified must she look to the prince at this moment? She had just had her head over a wall vomiting like a drunk into the sea. Now she looked as though she were about to burst into tears, and her tummy really hurt.
One thing that Bulma disliked was being sick, she had hated it ever since being a small child usually when she was sick she'd burst into tears; it didn't help when her stomach was empty it hurt even more and the burning sensation at the back of her throat that just wouldn't go away.
Looking up she felt Vegeta wrap his arms around her waist, and then felt him nuzzle her cheek with his.
She involuntary snuggled closer to the warmth. "I'm not feeling well…" she murmured as she buried her head in his chest and allowed him to embrace her, it felt so much better being in his arms and knowing that he would protect her from anything, he was proving more and more that he cared about her and he was certainly showing an affectionate side today.
He snorted, "I know that woman, I plan on taking you home this moment." Bulma snuggled even further and refrained a smile as she felt his heartbeat under the t-shirt.
It was true at the moment all she wanted was to go home to her bed, drink some medicine and go to sleep then hopefully her tummy would stop plaguing her and she would not be sick anymore.
Bulma closed her eyes as she found herself feeling drowsy in the prince's arms, she let out a quiet yawn as she felt Vegeta lift up from the ground slowly and felt his grip around her tighten even more.
Bulma awoke to the sound of grass being cut outside, stifling a yawn she looked around and noticed she was still wearing her bikini and was in her bedroom; shocked that she had not woken during the journey home she looked at the clock and was even more surprised. It was nearly 5-30pm. She had been out for ages, yet dreams of the prince making love to her had been plaguing her for most of those hours; and she released a shiver as she recurred the dreams throughout her mind.
Vegeta was more than likely in the gravity room doing some additional training, sighing she realised that she had ruined the entire date and yet it had been such a beautiful day! They hadn't even had enough time to explore the beach and that romantic little cove her and her father had discovered a few years back. That was supposed to be the highlight of the day…
Struggling up onto her feet she absently felt her poorly tummy and to her disappointment felt it churn nastily again. Whatever was attacking her was sure not going in a hurry, blaming it on heat stroke she decided to push her other fear from her mind until she spoke to her best friend Chichi.
Bulma wrinkled her nose at the smell of vomit, it was on her clothes and she could smell it on her breath; deciding a nice hot shower might just do the trick she decided to go and find her mate before soaking herself and her worries.
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