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Important Note: I've UPPED THE RATING! It's now M, just to be safe for future chapters. If you want you can skip the last paragraph, then it's pretty much PG material lol.

Falling to Trapped

Vegeta sat down at the table and looking around noted the unusually good spread of food with a raised eyebrow, wondering what the occasion was. Looking over at the absent minded professor Vegeta noticed the man looked a little nervous about something. The girls had also been acting a little off the last couple of days but when he'd asked Bulma about it she'd just winked at him and told him he was paranoid. Then she'd started undressing and he'd forgotten all about pursuing the matter. Hearing humming Vegeta turned in his seat to watch Mrs. Briefs come in with a definite bounce to her step as well as other part of her anatomy, he smirked. Someone was happy, he thought as he watched her set down the last breakfast plate before taking a seat beside her husband.

"Where's Bulma?" The professor asked, clearing his throat as he stared at all the food that was in front of them. Thankfully young Vegeta was a growing young man and would eat over half of it, he thought with a small smile.

"She'll be right down." His wife replied, beaming at the men at her table with plenty of good will to spare. "She came down and then went back up to get something she forgot. She said to go ahead and start without her."

Already transferring food onto his plate Vegeta hadn't even considered waiting for the woman. If she was going to be late for breakfast then she deserved to have everything eaten before she got back. Probably had to fix her hair into something complicated or put some make up on, Vegeta thought cynically. She was like that.

They were busy loading their plates when moments later Bulma bounced in wearing jeans and a red shirt. She didn't look like she'd spent the last ten minutes in front of the mirror though. In fact she looked a bit frazzled. "Sorry I took so long." Bulma apologized, sliding into her seat. Not surprised to see Vegeta already eating she smiled brightly at her father. "I couldn't find something and I nearly tore my room apart looking for them."

"Did you find them, Sweetie?" Mrs. Briefs asked as she passed her daughter the eggs.

"Yeah. In the last place I looked of course." Bulma said with a good natured chuckle as she pulled an envelope out of her pocket and handed it across the table to her father. "These are for you and mom, Daddy. Happy Valentines Day!"

"Oh, you didn't have to do that, Baby." Mrs. Briefs gushed as she gave her daughter a one armed hug while her husband opened the envelope. "What are they, Dear?"

"They're tickets and reservations to that new hot springs in Soho." Bulma explained when her dad just kept studying the contents in the envelope rather then answering. "You and dad are going to spend Valentines Day in the Honeymoon suite and pamper yourselves selfishly."

Squealing with delight Mrs. Briefs jumped from her seat to hurry around the table to take the information from her husband, already babbling about all the things they were going to do while Dr. Briefs just looked a little shell shocked.

Watching all this Vegeta looked over at Bulma questioningly. What the hell was Valentines Day? Not that this sounded like a bad thing. With her parents out of the house...Yes, this could be very good for him, he thought to himself.

"Valentines Day is an Earth holiday, Vegeta." Bulma explained, not surprised to see that Vegeta had once again missed all the signs of the upcoming popular holiday. As commercial as the holiday was Vegeta was king when it came to ignoring everything that didn't have to do with him or fighting. "Basically it's a day for girls and guys to give their special someone something and celebrate being a couple. The day for lovers basically."

"You must have spent a lot of money on these, Bulma. You didn't have to go to so much trouble." Her father told her as he came around the table to give her cheek a kiss.

"Well I wanted the most special guy in my life to spend his Valentines Day with his special someone. Since I don't have a guy to lavish my attentions on you'll just have to have my good time for me." Bulma said with a wide smile, kissing her father's cheek in return. "Now you and Mom can have a great time without us kids underfoot." She added with a giggle, motioning to Vegeta and herself.

"Kids?" Vegeta repeated, eyes narrowing slightly. There were several things she'd just said that bothered him. The kid comment was unfortunately the only one he could call her on though.

"Yuppers." Bulma replied sweetly, a definite gleam in her eyes. "Vegeta will likely hole himself in his training all day and I'm going to be out all day anyway. We can survive without you guys for the weekend. Right, Vegeta?"

"Right." Was his tense response.

It didn't take Bulma long to help her mother pack the luggage needed and before noon the Briefs were on their way to the hot springs leaving behind Bulma and Vegeta who watched the car drive away from the lawn. Waving enthusiastically until her parents were out of sight Bulma finally lowered her hand, sticking both of them into her pockets. "Well they'll have lots of fun. Guess I'll head out too. See you tomorrow or whenever."

"What do you mean..see you tomorrow?" Vegeta said slowly, turning to face her with suspicion in his eyes.

"Well you'll be training all day and I'm going out. I definitely won't be around for supper and I don't know exactly when I'll get back. Don't worry, I'll leave the phone book out for you so that you can order take out. Heaven forbid you try to cook." Bulma teased with a smirk, enjoying as she watched him try to hide the fact that her words were aggravating the hell out of him. Oh well, that was the idea, she thought with an inner smile. She had plans for her Saiyan prince and so far everything was going the way she wanted it to.

"And where do you think you're going?" Vegeta asked silkily, his eyes flashing slightly as his mind raced. He couldn't think of anything she might possibly be doing that would result in her being gone that long. Plus, she'd said that Valentines Day was supposed to be a day for lovers. Shouldn't she be trying to spend the day with him? Not that he'd have let her but that was beside the point.

"I said I was going out. I have plans for this evening that require me to look my very best." Bulma said with a chuckle, fluttering her lashes at him teasingly. "Come dinnertime I'm going to be quite a bit poorer but looking like I'm worth every yen. My salon is going to love me today, I guarantee it."

"What sort of plans do you think you have, Woman?" Vegeta demanded to know as he walked closer, getting into her personal space as his dark eyes drilled into hers. "Seems to me that you should be staying here."

"I don't see how my plans are any of your business." Bulma informed him, not intimidated in the least as she stared back at him. "And why would I need to stay here? It's Valentines Day after all. Not a day to sit at home or work on repairing all the damage you cause on a daily basis, Vegeta. It's a day to enjoy yourself."

"You're mine." Vegeta informed her, his voice harsher then he'd intended.

"No, I'm not. At least not in a way that means I should be spending this holiday with you." Bulma fibbed as she pulled out her right hand to poke her finger into his rock hard chest. "This is a day for lovers and last time I checked you don't love me and you aren't my boyfriend either. Therefore you don't have any claim on me, even today, pal. Why? Do you want me to spend today with you?"

Eyes pretty much slits now Vegeta had to use most of his control not to strangle her. She was trying to manipulate him and he wasn't going to stand for it. He wasn't going to fall for any of her foolish little verbal traps either. "If you want to go I certainly see no reason to stop you." Was his cold response before he turned on his heels and headed off to his training area, completely unaware that he had in fact just walked right into her trap and closed the door behind him.

"So who's the lucky guy, Bulma?" Maiza asked as she looked over at her former high school chum as they sat side by side for their manicures. "I haven't seen you around with anyone lately. Then again, maybe this mystery guy is the reason I haven't seen you in forever." She added with a teasing wink.

"Well you could say that." Bulma said with a faint smirk, picturing just how much of her time was now spent fixing things since Vegeta had come to live with them. He kept her busy but not in the way Maiza was talking about. "He's a bit of a reluctant fish I'm trying to land, actually."

"Do I know him?" Maiza asked with interest, wondering what sort of guy wouldn't want to be landed by Bulma Briefs. The girl was filthy rich after all and quite beautiful. She was also pretty opinionated and bossy but most of the guys in high school had just taken that as a challenge. A challenge none of them had been able to handle, Maiza silently added to herself.

"Not that I know of." Bulma answered truthfully. As far as she knew Maiza had only seen Vegeta from a distance. He was always rude to people so she never really went out of her way to introduce him to anyone. Especially not someone like Maiza who'd go running away in terror in under a minute.

"Well you'll certainly knock him to his knees tonight, Miss. Briefs." The manicurist assured her client. The girl was stunning to begin with but once they'd gotten done with her this mystery man would be lucky not to swallow his tongue.

"Oh, that's the plan." Bulma assured them with a wink. "He has no idea just what he's in store for. He'll never know what hit him."

The mangled pieces of metal and wire, once a sparring droid, hit the wall with a satisfying crunch. Dusting his hands off Vegeta studied the new dents in the wall and wished the wall was that stupid woman's head. How dare she just go off like that. She hadn't even come in to say good bye to him. He'd gone in for dinner to find a note by the phone with a brief good bye and take out numbers on it. Take out numbers, damn her to hell. Who did she think she was toying with here? He was the king of a planet, the greatest planet to ever exist in the history of all the universes. Purposely forgetting that said planet had been destroyed and his so called master race pretty much obliterated Vegeta continued to mentally rant. How dare she just go off, leaving him here alone while she went off and did who knows what. She was his property and she should damn well do what he told her to. He hadn't asked to get involved with her. She'd brought that on herself and it was time she realized the consequences of getting involved with him. She couldn't just cast him aside when it suited her. The way you do to her, a sly voice whispered in his ear. Forcefully pushing that thought out of his head, something he was quite used to concerning his conscience, Vegeta concentrated on the one key point. Bulma was out somewhere, possibly with another man. As he stood here some pathetic, weak human could be putting his hands on Bulma. HIS Bulma. Cracking his knuckles in agitation Vegeta looked around for something to break only to find that he'd already broken everything in the room. Even the tables and chair he kept in one corner for quick meals. Cursing in frustration Vegeta stopped when he realized he'd begun to pace. She'd reduced him to pacing, Vegeta thought in horror, fear running down his spine. A brainless, bossy human female had reduced him to pacing. Feeling decidedly dizzy all of a sudden Vegeta sat down hard on the concrete, fighting the urge to drop his head into his hands. When, by all the gods, had that idiotic hellion wormed her way so far through his defenses that he actually cared what she was doing. He was so full of anger, just like when she'd been hurt weeks ago by that bastard in the park. He'd never known bloodlust like that, even when it came for his need to destroy Freiza. That had been out of basic hatred and revenge. This was deeper, a more primal calling to the blood. Calling for the shedding of blood.
Drawing back his fist he slammed it into the floor, leaving a rather large hole through the concrete as he withdrew it. Not surprised that that had done nothing to calm him Vegeta got to his feet, a stubborn look coming into his eyes. He wasn't going to let that woman do this to him. He was a Saiyan, the last true example of the greatness that had been his race. He was not going to let himself be bothered by the doings of some human female. She had been nothing more then a distraction and it was time to treat her as such. From this moment forward she's nothing more then another servant, Vegeta told himself, crossing his arms in front of him. She'd provide him with his meals and training equipment but that was it. He wouldn't lay a hand on her unless it was necessary and even then only as a last resort. She was nothing to him. She was simply a piece of lint and he was brushing her from his sleeve, he decided with a nod, slowly relaxing as he pushed aside any thoughts that suggested he was only fooling himself. He would do it and there was nothing that stupid woman could do to change his mind. She'd made her bed and he had no intention of laying in it. Ever again.

Pumped up by his little mental speech and full of self assurance Vegeta practiced for another two hours before he headed for the shower. Washing up he left his dirty clothes in the hamper and with a towel secured around his waist stepped into the hallway and was about to reach for his door handle when his sensitive nose picked up on several foreign scents coming from his room. Pausing Vegeta inhaled deeply, trying to identify what he was smelling. Whatever it was it was a combination of smells that smelled...like paradise, Vegeta thought in confusion. He didn't know any of the scents but the strongest of them had his head swimming and it made him think of Bulma in a way he'd sworn not to think of anymore. Cursing under his breath Vegeta reached for the knob again and opened the door. Mrs. Briefs had probably put another girlie air freshener in his room was the last logical thought in his annoyed head as he stepped into his room. Coming to a dead halt in the doorway Vegeta stared at his room, specifically at his bed, in complete and total shock.

His normal sheets were gone, replaced by sexy looking black silk sheets that looked even more inviting thanks to the white candles that surrounded both sides of his bed, flickering invitingly. That alone would have given him pause but it was who was lounging on his bed that had him feeling every single brain cell in his head die a very happy death. Dressed in some peachy, nearly sheer nightgown that dipped low to display her breasts and ended barely mid thigh, Bulma watched him with a cat that got the cream smile. Her hair artfully tousled around a sexily made up face her ruby red lips beckoned him before she'd even opened her mouth. "I thought you'd never get here. I was starting to get cold." Bulma purred, sliding a hand down one thigh, enjoying the fact that his eyes followed the motion. "You should come over here and do something about that." She added as she raised a finger to beckon him forward. Come into my web said the spider to the fly, she thought wickedly.
Obeying without a thought Vegeta moved forward, standing at the foot of his bed as he started from her prettily painted toes up to her smooth, slightly tanned legs, to the silky material of her gown which so lovingly hugged her curves. Lingering on her breasts for several moments Vegeta's eyes slowly rose up to meet her eyes which were watching him intently, those knowing eyes that promised him heaven and more. Never taking his eyes off her Vegeta got onto the bed, on hands and knees as he moved towards her, his eyes predator dark, alight with flaming hot desire. A predator who'd found his perfect opponent and intended to thoroughly enjoy every moment of the battle to come. Arms open to welcome him Bulma propped herself up on the pillows, their noses practically touching as they stared, his weight on her lower body an exciting one. Not as exciting as the look in his eyes though, Bulma though with shivers running down her spine as she turned her head slightly to place butterfly kisses on his hard lips in a teasing motion. Not surprise that his response was to crush her lips against his in a fierce mating of mouths and tongues Bulma simply held on, curving her body against his so that they fit together perfectly. As if they were made to fit, Bulma thought, biting his lower lip in approval, knowing his preferences and moods well now. Wild need and deeper, scarier emotions flowed through their heated blood as hands raced across flesh, by turns stroking and digging in as passion consumed them both. Groans and moans filled the air as his towel was quickly removed while he simply ripped her gown down the front, in too much of a hurry to be bothered. His was all he could think as he lowered his head to taste the breasts arching up to meet his mouth. She was his.