From Warm to Hot
Vegeta's pitch black eyes flashed for a moment then went as cold and dangerous as black ice, his hand on the back of her neck tightening in a small demonstration of the effect of her words. Muscles tensing under her Bulma could feel him get his body under tight control so that it was as if he were preparing for battle even as he lay there so still, his eyes never leaving hers as they gazed at each other. "The real me, Onna? What makes you think you'd want to see the real me or that you haven't already? I can tell you that it would scare the hell out of you so quit talking nonsense. I have no desire to listen to your brainless chatter." Vegeta hissed, practically vibrating under her with fury as he yanked her hand off his cheek, keeping her wrist in his grasp as he fought back the need to push her away and leave her there till her pathetic human body gave out. He needed to stay because if he didn't that meant he wasn't strong enough, disciplined enough to handle this.
"I think the real Vegeta scares you more then it would scare me, Vegeta." Bulma shot back, looking down at him defiantly as she was not about to back down now that she'd opened the door to her bad ass Saiyan's head. "It scares you because it likes not having to kill people, it likes being treated nicely and even with affection whether you'll admit it or not. It likes not having to pretend to be evil or that you're without compassion, without a heart that feels like everyone else. You delude yourself into thinking there is no such thing as a good person living inside of you but there is and nothing you say is going to change that."
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"And what makes you think I'm not evil? These hands have been stained with the blood of millions, girl including all your friends." Vegeta growled out, flames erupting into his eyes as her words sliced through his skin like knives. She was suggesting that he was soft, that he only pretended to be strong which was a lie, a dirty lie. He was strong and powerful, a Saiyan prince that inspired fear and panic. He wasn't like her friends, he would never let himself become like them. He hadn't survived Freiza to end up laying around on this planet as this onna's toy while his ancestors looked down in shame. He would not submit to her and he would never let her seduce him into forgetting who and what he was. "My present goal in life is to see them stained with the blood of your precious Goku again only this time with his life's blood. I'm the most dangerous being you've every encountered and you're more of a brainless fool then I thought you were if you think otherwise. I'll even send you Goku's head after I've removed it from his body just to show you how weak I am." Vegeta sneered though her words continued to echo in his head no matter how he fought to drown them out. There were parts of him, weak parts of him he hadn't managed to kill yet which enjoyed the life he lived now but he would kill them, just like he would kill Kakorrot and then this whole filthy, idiot infested planet. He'd kill Goku's little brat, that annoying and mouthy bitch Goku had chained himself to and..Bulma. He'd blow the bitch up without a second thought. Even as voices called him a liar Vegeta assured himself that killing the vixen watching him so intently would be as easy as squashing a bug under his heel. Because he was a Saiyan prince and had no weaknesses or room for pity.
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"If you were evil...I wouldn't want you so much at the moment or care enough to have this argument." Bulma said softly and before he could stop her, even realize what she was going to do for that matter Bulma leaned down and gently pressed her lips against his. Feeling his body jerk in shock under her Bulma gently kissed him, noticing in some part of her mind that his grip on her wrist had loosened even though it was still tight in his grasp. He tasted like himself, dark, wicked with just a hint of something that pulled her deeper, made her want to explore more in the hopes of discovering more about it. He didn't kiss her back or do anything for that matter and it was as if she'd shocked him into compliance, being unable to push her away but with enough will to remain unmoved. Finally pulling away Bulma lifted her head slightly, opening her eyes to stare into his which were looking at her like they'd never seen her before. Perhaps they hadn't, not as a woman and one attracted to him at that though she knew she wasn't the first to look at him with desire. Of course up until now she'd never seen in him something worth going after other then a fine body and a challenge. Now she was seeing more, minute by minute she was seeing much more to him. Things that made her heart beat like a drum and her breath come in short gasps. "And feeling doesn't make you weak otherwise Goku wouldn't be able to beat me much less you. It's his love for others, his drive to protect us that makes him stronger then you and everyone else. Not the training or the blood but the heart. His heart is what makes him who he is. Just as you would be that much more powerful if you'd allow your heart to do more then just pump your blood through your man of steel body." Bulma added as she ducked her head to place her lips against his chest, directly over the heart he liked to pretend wasn't there.
"Stop that...whatever it is you want from me you won't get it." Vegeta said though his strength was even now weakening even as he willed it to remain strong against her wiles. Her tastes, her scent were threatening to consume him and her words..her words were echoing in his heads like one of those annoyingly catchy commercial jingles on the tv you couldn't get out of your head until another equally annoying one replaced it. She was wrong, she had to be wrong. Goku had simply had superior training or something that had made him more formidable, the idiot's family and stupidity in caring for people had nothing to do with it. Right? But then there was that idiot's the onna possibly be..no of course not, she was simply trying to trick him into falling into her trap. "And what would you know about strength? Even for a human you're weak."
"Just because I can't kick ass like you guys can doesn't make me weak. I'll have you know that there's a lot of things that I can do that none of you big, strong guys can even begin to understand much less pull off." Bulma said as she punched him in the shoulder, hating it more then anything when he called her weak. Even more then she hated being called woman like she was a thing rather then a person. "And at least I'm not afraid to feel."
"I'm afraid of no one and nothing." Vegeta said as he got up, Bulma rolling off him and onto her side out of an instinctive need not to go flying. Watching him get up and march off towards the mouth of the cave he'd created Bulma could only stare as he disappeared from view.
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Leaning against the rock wall at the mouth of the hole he'd made Vegeta was too busy brooding to even feel the cold. Muttering and cursing under his breath Vegeta damned Bulma to hell in every language he'd ever learned. She was the most exasperating, bitchy stuck up person he'd ever met and she delighted in playing around with his head. Were all women like this? He couldn't remember his mother and he'd spent most of his formative years with his father or his tutors who'd all been male. Come to think of it he'd spent next to no time with his mother or any females for that matter. His father had likely recognized them for the treacherous snakes that they were and had tried to protect his only son from them. Nothing but troubles, females and if not for the need of them to reproduce and take care of the off spring Vegeta thought men would have killed them off years ago. Women were absolutely useless except when it came to children and really he was almost lucky to have escaped being chained to one through an arranged marriage he would have likely been entered into had things gone differently. Since there were no females worthy enough to bear Saiyan children he would never have to worry about having to put up with any other female then the one at the end of the hole. Not that she wasn't trouble enough. Good God but he would have left a long time ago if it weren't for the fact that the thought of having to work for a living wasn't so distasteful and beneath him. Plus it was amusing to bug the onna and set her off on one of her tangents. It was always entertaining the way her eyes lit up and she seemed to light up the room with her temper alone. Never a dull moment when she was on a rampage. He'd imagine he'd be rid of her one of these days though when she married one of those idiots always coming by the house. Then she'd be gone and he'd..what would he do? Vegeta thought with a growing sense of not just uneasiness but worry. If she left him then what would his life be like? She wouldn't be around to fight with or fix his droids or to bitch at when he was in a bad mood. And none of those idiots were good enough for her for that matter. They thought they were all that in their business suits and fancy last names but none of them would last five seconds in a fight. They were likely after her father's company and her money to, either that or they were after her body and didn't give a damn whether she was dumb as a doornail or not. She wasn't and was likely the most intelligent female he knew not that that was saying much as females were generally annoying and useless things. Well if she tried to marry one of those useless humans he'd order her not to and that was that. She'd be upset and libel to marry the guy just to spite him but he could kill off the groom easily enough without even breaking a sweat. After all someone had to do it since the woman wouldn't know any better and her father certainly wasn't up to it. She was his responsibility and he would see to it that she remained where she was with him.
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Pleased at the thoughts it took Vegeta several minutes to comprehend how that sounded. Damn it all but it sounded like he actually cared about the onna..in that way. But that was absolutely insane, unthinkable. He didn't care for her. He didn't even particularly like her. So maybe she'd stirred him up slightly with the sight of her barely clothed body and the feel of her against him with every one of her lush curves pressed against..damn it what the hell was he thinking? So she was nice looking that didn't mean he wanted her or even desired her. He'd just..all right so he'd responded physically to her touch but for God sakes it had been a long time since he'd been with any female and his body was bound to respond to a nearly naked woman even if said woman was the constant thorn in his side known as the woman he lived with. Not my choice of course but by necessity. Suddenly realizing that he kept stealing glances towards the flickering lights of the fired Vegeta mentally cursed himself for even wanting to go back in there for even a moment. There was nothing and no one of importance in there. A mental image of what she'd looked like without her outer wear popped into his mind and Vegeta couldn't seem to shake it even as he called himself a fool a hundred times over. Damn it why wouldn't she get out of his head? He'd never had these sorts of thoughts about..well maybe a few but...that didn't mean anything and nothing would ever come out of it. It wasn't like she was irresistible or anything. But she'd said she wanted him, had kissed him even though he'd been mad and harsh with her. She'd looked at him with those beautiful eyes with desire and need so that all he'd wanted to do was stare into those eyes and drown in them. To run his hands over her body and show her just what kind of a man he was. Damn it but he wanted her. Seeing no course but to admit it Vegeta realized that she'd gotten under his skin and now he was stuck with an itch that was only intensifying the longer he stood there. Knowing that she was only a few moments away and his for the taking was slowly driving his crazy. He wanted to take her more then he wanted to draw his next breath. Now what the hell was he suppose to do?
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Bulma, wrapped in blankets and curled up into a ball on the blanket Vegeta had spread out had decided to concentrate on a technique Gohan had once told her about. He'd said that if you concentrated on getting warm and imagined your blood pumping through your body from vessel to vessel you'd get warmer faster as your blood sped up. She didn't know if it would work but it was worth a shot. After trying for around two minutes Bulma had pretty much given up on the blood vessel thing. Vegeta had been gone for an hour and she was beginning to think that maybe he'd decided to leave her there. As for the whole blood thing first of all it wasn't a pretty image and secondly she didn't know quite what to picture which rather defeated the purpose of the exercise. Sighing Bulma curled up into a tighter ball and tried to think of a hot day in the sun and gradually moved on to thinking of warm things which was working pretty good till she started to think of Vegeta. The resulting thoughts certainly heated up her blood but had the unfortunate side effect of getting her a little too hot and bothered in other areas. At the point where she was considering screaming in frustration and anger Bulma heard the sound of something ringing. Latching onto any distraction Bulma soon found the source of the sound to be a communicator in Vegeta's jacket pocket. "Hello?" Bulma said into the phone.
"Bulma, sweetie! Is that you?" Came her father's voice, Bulma relaxing at the sound of her favorite guy in the whole wide world. At least here was one man she could always count on and didn't make her want to pull her hair out in frustration.
"Yeah it's me, Daddy. Vegeta found me no problem but we're stuck here till the ship's fixed or we have better weather." Bulma said with a sigh, her mind starting to fill with images of being stuck here with Vegeta for several days. Talk about cruel and unusual punishment. "You and mom can rest easy though because there's nothing to worry about."
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"So Vegeta is there with you, honey? That's a relief. I know he'll take good care of my little girl for me until you both get back. Could you put him on so that I can thank him, Bulma? I know he likely didn't appreciate being dragged away from his training to go looking for you, especially in the weather you're likely in." Mr. Briefs said with a smile imagining that Vegeta wasn't a happy camper at all. That boy was never happy unless he was blasting things.
"Well he's not right here, per say." Bulma said as she looked in the direction Vegeta had gone with a frown before putting cheer into her voice to disguise her worry from her dad. He didn't need to worry just yet and she didn't want him to do something stupid like come after her himself. "He went out to look some things over and make sure we're all secure for the night. I'll tell him you called and give him your thanks." Hearing the sound of footsteps Bulma turned her head to see Vegeta walking into the room giving off a strange aura that had Bulma swallowing audibly. She had no idea why but she had the strangest urge to run.
Walking over to where the onna sat, clutching blankets around her shoulders with one hand and talking into the communicator with the other Vegeta raised an eyebrow but assumed she was talking to one or both of her parents. With eyes intent with purpose Vegeta moved closer then circling around her sat down directly behind her, smirking slightly when he saw she was trying to look at him while pretending to ignore him. She wouldn't be ignoring him for long, Vegeta thought with a wolfish grin. After all she was only going to be getting what she asked for.
"What's that, Dad?" Bulma said as she realized that her father had been talking to her without a single word registering. What the hell was he doing, Bulma wondered as she resisted the need to squirm. He was just sitting there and it was as if every cell in her body was on red alert, expecting him to attack and wring her neck at any moment but he was barely making a sound much less moving. Then he did move and Bulma had to bite down on her lip to keep quiet when he yanked the blankets out of her grip and off her with one hand, pulling her into his lap with the other. Muffling a yelp Bulma fell back against his rock hard chest, his arms wrapping around her waist like bands of steel to make sure she stayed put. Vaguely hearing her father calling out to her ask if she was all right Bulma drew in a deep breath and brought the communicator to her ear. "Everything's fine, Dad. I..I just thought I saw something but it was just a weird shaped..rock. Sorry to worry you. How are things at home? Everything okay there?" Bulma asked, doing her best to ignore the man who was once again doing nothing but holding her. Damn him.
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Smirking and pleased that she'd managed to maintain her cool Vegeta lowered his head and began placing hot kisses along the width of her left shoulder before making his way up her neck, enjoying the way she instinctively moved her head to the side to make it easier for him. Listening to her try to hold a conversation with her father was nearly as amusing as teasing her. His hands moving to explore the soft skin of her stomach Vegeta nearly laughed when she attempted to turn a moan of pleasure into a cough. Nice effort but not good enough since he could hear her father demanding to know if she was hurt. Nearly jumping when he felt her dig her nails into his thigh he deduced that she was aware that she was being teased and didn't appreciate it not that that matter to him. Well it was just too bad for her. She was in his system and there was only one way to get her out of it. He'd satisfy his hunger and then go back to how it had been before. He would make her his for a time then when he was sick of her he'd cast her off and he wouldn't give her anotehr thought. He couldn't see how the plan could fail.
Not about to take this laying down though getting horizontal with him was an incredibly appealing thought Bulma decided two could play at this game. Putting the communicator in between her ear and her shoulder Bulma held it there and deliberately squirmed against him while she set her hands to work stroking his rather incredibly muscled thighs. Yummy, Bulma thought as she felt the tough muscles contract under her roving fingers. Or at least that's what she was thinking before his hands moved up to cup her breasts..then she wasn't thinking much of anything. With the hindsight that Vegeta was going to keep this up till he won her complete attention. That and there were just some things her Daddy was better left in the dark about. "Uhm, Daddy? I have to go." Bulma said as she bit back another moan as Vegeta's calloused and rough hands began top stroke her sensitive skin with more skill then she'd give him credit for. "Save on batteries and stuff. Love you and mom..bye!" Bulma said on a gasp and grabbing the communicator had it off and on the ground in a heart beat as Vegeta continued to torture her slowly and surely. "Why?" Bulma forced out as she arched against his touch, absently thinking that if he intended to leave her hanging she'd find a way to kill him.
"Do I need a reason?" Vegeta said with a smirk as he nipped her neck almost playfully.
"Right now? Nope." Bulma said with a sigh, her squirming finally convincing Vegeta to let her move in his arms so that she was facing him. Straddling him Bulma stared into those dark, unreadable eyes and decided to take the chance. Sliding her fingers though his hair Bulma pulled his head up to hers and proceeded to ravage his mouth, Vegeta right there with her as his arms flattened her against him before one hand moving to fiddle with her bra, tearing it when it was too annoying and he too impatient to keep trying. He was tired of playing and was more then ready to heat things up to a boil.
"Mine." Was all Vegeta said when he finally lifted his head, staring into her eyes with predator intent before he saw to it that they got horizontal and he went about seeing just what it would take to cure him of his need for a certain human onna.