I Thought you Cared
Chapter 2
Bulma grumbled as she turned a screwdriver. Her previous attire was gone, replaced with dark blue baggy pants and a long sleeved top in the same colour. Her hair was dry and held back from her face with a white head band. Her nicely manicured hands were full of grease and grime as were the clothes she wore. She preferred to do the work herself, it usually kept her mind occupied and off of the problems in her life. Today though, it just wasn't giving her the satisfaction she desired. With a curse she threw the screwdriver to the other side of the room and grabbed the bottle of water to her side and chugged down a quarter of the small bottle. Placing it down again, Bulma sighed and leaned back on the table that held the bots she had been working on.
Bulma looked around the brightly lit room she was in. Various inventions of hers were on every available space presented almost like achievements and trophies. "I'm highly intelligent," she reasoned, speaking to herself, "I'm beautiful, I'm wealthy and if I do say so myself, I have a charming personality…so what's wrong with me?" This wasn't the first time she had neglected Yamcha for work reasons, but this was the first time that he didn't just leave her alone and go fool around with another woman.
Vegeta avoided one of his own blasts ricocheting from one of the bots Bulma had made for him the night before. He was in the Gravity Room training under a mere 200 times Earth's gravity, an easy work out for him. These bots were supposed to be more advanced then the ones her father had created for him. Not only did they ricochet back his blast, but they also made it stronger and faster each time they touched it. He had been avoiding this particular blast for a little bit, nearly avoiding it sometimes. Grudgingly he admitted that the bots were useful for building up his defence and speed. Scooting past the blast he decided to have a little fun and shot another blast at the same bot the previous one was going for. The blasts merged and hit the bot creating a small explosion, bouncing off it and creating a similar reaction from the next bot it hit.
Vegeta frowned and levitated down to the floor from his floating position, narrowly missing the blast as it hit the GR floor and went no further. He walked over to the first bot he broke which was laying on the ground, it's circuits exposed and obviously fried. A smirk formed as he nudged the bot with the toe of his white boots. "Silly fools," he said aloud, "they should know that no mere robot can compare to the power of the prince of all Saiyans. I suppose I should go tell the woman and see what she's making me for lunch at the same time." His internal clock was telling him that it was drawing close to meal time. He could really get used to three meals a day, compared to the one he was lucky to get from Frieza.
Stepping out from the GR he was making his way to the back door of Capsule Corp. when he noticed movement through the window in Bulma's workshop a few rooms down. He narrowed his eyes as he approached the outside door to it. If she was in there then that meant she wasn't in the kitchen preparing his lunch. Such insubordination would not go unpunished.
He walked through the automatic door to her workshop and right to where she was standing at the table against the opposite wall. Her back was to him and she gave no hint of realisation that he was there, she was too engrossed in her work. Vegeta looked her backside up and down for a moment trying to decide on a suitable punishment. Coming up with one he reached out and grabbed her hips.
Bulma yelped in surprise and fear at the sudden hands on her hips. She barely had time to register her emotions before she felt a sharp pain, not exactly unpleasant, on the back of her neck. Another shriek and her hand lifted to swat at the back of her neck. Finding nothing there and the hands gone from her hips she replaced them with her own and turned to face a smug looking Vegeta.
"You taste good, woman," he stated, making a show of running his tongue over his teeth.
"You bit me?" Bulma shouted, more of a statement then a question. Her eyes were wide with anger and her fingernails were digging into her hips. "And what exactly gives you the right to touch me, let alone bite me?"
Vegeta just smirked. "It's close to feeding time, woman."
"I'm not in the mood for your games, Vegeta!" She yelled at him, letting some of her frustration surface. "I will feed you when I want to and not a minute before. That doesn't give you the right to bite me!"
He crossed his arms and watched her face, not moving a muscle or blinking.
Bulma felt her cheeks get a little hot at the intense watch of the Saiyan prince. Those eyes could bore into her soul if they wanted to, she was sure of that, and extract every last painful memory to use against her. She stood her ground and glared back at him, unable to keep herself from thinking that as devilish as his eyes were, they were just as beautiful. She finally broke down and spoke, "what is it?"
"You're more ugly then usual," he stated, wrinkling his nose, "go clean the grease from your face and hands before you make my meal."
Bulma's mouth hung open for a second, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You insult me and boss me around, then expect me to make you food? You're incredible!" She turned back to the table where she was working expecting Vegeta to leave.
This was not the case as he grabbed her around the waist and threw her over his shoulder, secretly enjoying the view of her ass he got from next to his head. He started towards the door.
Bulma pounded small fists on his back, knowing he would barely feel it. "Let me go! You have no right to man handle me! Don't make me call security!"
Vegeta chuckled, "go ahead, it's been a while since I incinerated someone."
Bulma growled and crossed her arms. Fine, she would make his meal, but it'd be nothing short of inedible slop if she had anything to say about it.