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Chapter 3
The night was warm and quiet, and after a long day of training, the only thing Vegeta wished for was to sleep. He was dozing in his bed when the sound of a door opening and closening put him in Firefly mood. He rapidly sat in his bed, to only be thrown aside by the image of the woman standing in front of his bed. Bulma was wearing a black lace see thru dress that ended right before her tights start, underneath she was wearing a black panty, and her chest was naked under the thin fabric. Her blue curled hair was widely marking her face. She sensually put her knees on the edge of the bed and starting crawling towards the astonish Saiyan. Slowly she pushed his naked chest, letting him feel her warm and soft hands, and then she positioned herself over him. The light of the moon was hitting her white complexion and rose lips, making her look like a vision.
She pushes her body down, painfully slowly until she knows touching that of the Saiyan prince. He could feel her warm breath on his face, and her lips trembling in anticipation.
-Woman, what are you doing?- His voice sounded too soft and weak for his liking, but his body was unable to fight back to her advances.
A sweet smell surrounded the room, intoxicating all his scenes, he knew this scent, it was the same she had the night before while she was touching herself, but this time it was stronger, sweeter, more endearing.
-Vegeta- his name sounded glorious in her mouth.
-Vegeta, I want you- He felt the rose of her plum lips to his.
And then…
He woke up, suddenly jumping from his bed. 'What the fuck?'…
His body was all covered in a cold sweat, his hands were shaking, and his member was painfully erected and pressed against his pants.
'That was a dream' he felt disgusted and ashamed of himself. He knew the woman was trouble; he was aware that since the first time he saw her in Namek, she was stubborn, noisy and annoying, but this, invading his dream in such a vulgar way. That was more that he could tolerate.
This is entirely her fault; she is always walking around almost naked, with that carefree attitude of her, like screaming to the world, fuck me!. He was mad, he knew deep down he was partially responsible for this, he had neglected hid body all his life, and know this one was reacting with the female in the nearest proximity. Maybe he should have fucked all that whores in the planets he had conquered. All his comrades under Frieza's order had done so, but not, he was too proud to pay for it, or even force himself into the low-class females. 'Damn this' He was Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans, and he was not going to let his primitive instinct control him, not the less fail into an unworthy heartling spell.
A cold shower and hard training had to make it for him.
Bulma wake up early, fully rested and refreshed, she was glad for once to wake up at a decent time. She took her time around making herself ready for the day. She chooses to be relaxed, wearing a light purple strapped summer dress that ended above her knees, she decided to go natural, letting her curls flow down and not putting make up, just moisturizing her face.
She made it to the kitchen in perfect time for breakfast.
-Good morning Darling, you look beautiful today. But the handsome boy had skyped breakfast again, and he is training since before the sunshine.
Bulma rolled her eyes in response to her mother worry.
-He is a grown up man mother, no need to worry about his royal ass.
-Maybe you should call him darling; he needs to eat- Bulma could not contain her surprise in front of his father showing concern about the Saiyan.
-Alright, I will be going to the gravity room in a while to install some upgrades. I will bring him some food.
Bulma finished her breakfast calmly, while her mom was babbling some nonsense about how handsome and hard working Vegeta is.
Before she finished, her mom had prepared a tray with a ridiculous amount of food for the prince; this has to weight at least 10 pounds, she carry the tray outside, with her right elbow she could barely deactivate the gravity machine from the outside.
-Fuck, she heard while the door was opening.
She walked inside, just to face a half naked, angered and sweaty Saiyan.
-What do you want?!-
-Well, first of all, I am bringing you food, and second I came to upgrade the gravity machine, so why don't you eat while I do my work?- Her answer was quick, wishing to avoid confrontations, and it works because his eyes lay rapidly in the tray on food.
He took the food and seat on the floor, looking at the woman working on the control panel, she was so focused that did not even realize the interest the Saiyan was putting on her.
'She is not than bad, as long as she is not using the strange paints on her face, or talking.' He gulped as his thought, getting a piece of sausage stuck in his throat. He had to punch his chest several times to be able to swallow it.
Suddenly the woman laugh inundates the room; it was not common to see the prince other than training and argue, so just to see his stick with food as an average person was cute and charming.
'What I was thinking, she is not then bad? she is the worse!' He bites into his food violently giving her a deadly glare. She smiled warmly at him, making the Saiyan super uncomfortable.
He finished his food, just to notice the woman standing next to one of the walls.
-If you finish, you better leave- He said drily, she was a distraction, and he needed to get back at his training.
-Well, your majesty, I haven't finished, but I can not reach the cooling panel- She pointed with her finger to a panel that was above her for about 2 feets.
-How useless- He protested, standing up and walking towards her.
She was about to reply to his insults when two big and strong hands envolved her tiny waist, pulling all her body up. She contains her breath in surprise at the gesture of the Saiyan, even more, when he sat her in one of his shoulders and kept a hand on the side of her body to provide her with balance. She was astonish looking down at him. He was so soft a careful that she was in total disbelieve.
-Hurry woman, I have not the whole day to carry you around.- He was obviously mad at his gesture, wondering why in hell had he help her, instead of ordering her to get a lather.
She was trying to work hard as she could, but the firm hand on her hip was incredibly distracting, she could feel the warmth even above the fabric, and her mind was wondering how would it feel to have such steady hand touching her further.
-I'm done- she informed after few minutes, lamenting not being able to extend the contact.
He slowly moved his hands down to her waist, intentionally feeling her figure under the garments, she was so small and soft, that he has to fight the urge to keep running his hands around, he put her down slowly. She had that smell, similar to the one in his dream, but much fainter. 'Do I imagine this?, maybe he was more affected by the dream that he cared to accept.'
She turned around slowly, just to find him standing there, uncomfortable near. His unexpressive face jut makes him look more attractive. She had never analyzed his features from so near, but now she was able to see how well formed and beautiful his lips are. His nose was high and well define, and his eyes were so dark and intriguing. Involuntarily she wet her lips and bite them provocatively; she just wanted to jump over him and melt in his mouth.
-Are you done?- Against his voice had become weak, and he despised that. The woman was acting in a provocative way, and he could feel how his body was about to betray him. But he would not allow it, even if he has to kill her.
Like a punch in her face, his question brought her out of her thought.
-Well not, I need a tool from the lab but is pretty heavy, and I will finish faster if you help me to carry it.- She tried to sound as natural as possible, but her hands were a little shaky.
Vegeta started to walk in the direction of the door. -Move woman; I do not have all the day.-
To make the situation more displeasing, Vegeta felt the ki of the weakling on the house, a suddenly a rage started to build inside him. He unreasonable hated that human with all his gut and had just absented himself of killing him because he knows the woman would stop providing training equipment if he did so. 'He better do not interrupt the fixing of the machine.'
They both walked into the home, and Bulma found her boyfriend waiting for her at the entrance of the kitchen.
-Yamcha! I was not expecting you so early. Bulma detailed him; he was extremely well dressed, with a magnificent bouquet of red roses in her hands.
-B, I was waiting to do this later, but I can not wait for it anymore. He extended the roses that she hesitantly received and then got on his knees.
Vegeta was watching confused at the situation, but soon could feel the changes in the ki and smell on the woman, she was panicking, and her face had become pale as rice. Without understanding why, his body became in the attacking mood, even thou he knew that pathetic human would never harm the female.
Bulma could not breathe, looking at Yamcha pull out a box out of his pocket " Oh please no, stop," 'why here, why now, why in front of Vegeta?'
-Bulma Brief, Will you give me the honor to be my wife?- His face was so radiant, so full of hope.
-I.. I..- Bulma tried to held herself together, but everything was moving around, she could not breathe properly. She felt her body weakening, and suddenly, everything went black.
Vegeta saw her body collapsing in slow motion, and the weakling trying to reach for her, but by insisting he moved faster, and caught her in the hair, pulling her weak and unconscious body against his chest. He was terribly enraged for a not apparent reason, and his protective instincts had fire up.
Yamcha was looking at the men with disbelieve. He was holding Bulma like a doll against him, and he looks terribly territorial. Yamcha tried to reach for her, but he walked back and stressed his grip around the woman.
-Get out- His voice was soft, but not calm, he sounded an looked terrible threatening.
-Vegeta she is my…
-I said, Get out!- suddenly the Saiyan Ki flared, making the floor of the house tremble. His eyes were clouded, and his face twisted in a murderous expression.
Yamcha felt his whole body tremble; Vegeta's ki was getting strong every second. He knew he had no chance against the Saiyan, so he backed up a few steps.
Vegeta walked past him, as if he were not there, and carrying the woman in his arms, made it out of the kitchen.
'What had just happened.' 'Is it something going one between those 2?, no Bulma will never do that.'
-Oh my, what happened?- Miss Brief entered the kitchen running.
Yamcha told everything to the blonde woman, expecting for her side on this fight.
-Oh my-my, I guess my little girl was just overwhelmed, You do not worry Yamuchi, she will be ok. And that handsome boy, He has such a passionate temperament. But you do not worry boy, I will call you once she feels better- Obviously Miss Brief had a certain favoritism for the Saiyan, but she was not about to let Yamcha know, she always liked the boy, but she was not sure he was the right one for her little girl.
Yamcha looked at the woman in total disbelieve 'Has all this family gone crazy.' It was like everybody was under some spell, how come he could not be next to his girl while she was unconscious?.
The woman pushed him back to the front door, ensuring him that she would call back. Yamcha just stared at the door closing in his face with total disbelief. He ha put his heart out there in the open, and no one had cared, they had just disrespected him.
Bunny was super excited, maybe a bit of jealousy is all the handsome Saiyan needed to realize the feeling he had for her daughter. Oh, she was so excited, and despite feeling sorry for Yamcha, she knew he was not the man the make her daughter happy.
-End of champet_
Well, that is all today, but prepare yourself for some real action and lemon in the next champter.
