Chapter 8

A few days had gone by and day by day Bulma started to feel better, although she was still pissed off with Diane and Vegeta. But at the same time she still wanted to confront Vegeta, all she needed was the right time. When it came to her and Vegeta they steered clear of each other very well ever since the huge fiasco. She saw him often in the backyard exercising and fighting with the air, the GR needed repairing but she just couldn't bring herself to fix it just yet. Surprisingly he wasn't bugging her about; he was avoiding her as much as she was him.

When it came to their son nothing really changed. She had Trunks most of the time, and every once in a while she would hand him over to Mrs. Briefs, who would hand him to Vegeta. When Bulma asked her mother why she would sometimes leave the boy with his father she said she felt bad for him and that he needed to see his son too.

Bulma and Trunks were playing in her bedroom, and ever since that kid learned how to walk he became a serious handful. They were attempting to play a game of tag and Bulma tapped her lavender haired prince on the head "You're it baby!" Trunks plastered a huge grin on his face and ran over to her. Bulma turned to jog away, but when she looked back at her son and saw how fast he was running she lost focus. The saiyan in him was becoming more evident every day, first he just learns how to walk and talk, and now he's as fast as a baby lion. Bulma tried to put some pep in her step to get away but before she could she felt a hard slap on the back of her thigh. "Ouch!' she screeched as she rubbed the back of her thigh. "Mommy it!" Trunks laughed running back towards her dresser, now slapping perfume bottles and pictured to the ground.

Bulma sighed at the revelation. Trunks was going to just get more and more out of control, he was a few months shy of his second birthday and the little 'slap' he just gave her stung as if an adult hit her. She laughed to herself as she pictured Trunks being her person bodyguard when he got older. Bulma walked over to her son who still stood at her dresser trying to destroy everything in his sight.

"No Trunks, don't touch", she scolded as she shook her finger in his face. At first he frowned and looked like he was about to cry but he just smiled and hugged her leg. Bulma felt the grin take over her face as she gently caressed her son's cheek.

"Cartoons?" she asked turning on her TV to nickelodeon. SpongeBob Squarepants was on instantly captivating Trunks attention. He ran towards the TV dropping onto his back, crossing his legs in the air as he watched the TV. Bulma shook her head and smiled, as she looked at the mess he left her with.

Bulma was straightening her dresser when she stumbled upon the paper that had Max's number scribbled on it. Bulma bit her bottom lip as she held the paper in her hands, staring at it. Should she call him? She was getting tired of not having another adult to spend some time with, and Max was a good guy. He was sweet and he seemed to have good conversation. What the hell? Why not? Bulma grabbed her cell phone from her purse and stepped into the hallway where she could have a little privacy but still able to keep an eye on her son.

Bulma felt her pals begin to moisten as she dialed the numbers onto the phones keypad. She couldn't help but wonder how he was going to react to her calling. Would he be upset that she waited so long? Would he even remember her? She wanted to hang up but it was too late, just as she was hoping to flip the phone closed she heard a voice coming through the earpiece…

"Hello"? A male voice answered.

"Uh, hi may I speak with Maximillian?"

"This is he, who may I ask is speaking?"

"Hey Max, its Bulma". Bulma closed her eyes feeling a wave of embarrassment come over her at her dorky choice of words; she felt her cheeks truing red.

"Oh, Bulma!" he started excitedly, "I was wondering if you forgot about me!". His voice was cheery and excited.

"Of course not, I've just been…busy. But I finally got some time freed up, so I said what the heck, let me give him a ring". Bulma rolled her eyes at how corny she was being.

"Well I'm glad you're free. Listen sweetie, I'd love to continue this face to face if that's alright with you?" he chuckled into the phone. His voice was really sexy, Hell he was sexy too!

"Sure", she answered, happy he couldn't see her blushing like a teenager.

Bulma looked at the clock hanging on her bedroom wall; it read 12:20pm. She and Max planned to meet up at her house around 8:45 tonight, just to hang out and talk. He was trying to get her to go out with him, but she declined she didn't want to leave Trunks alone with her mom.

She felt the nerves building in her as she thought about what would happen tonight. She wasn't looking for him to become her boyfriend or her sideline guy but it had been so long since she hung out with a guy that wasn't Vegeta. Almost as if it was on cue Bulma brought her mind back to Vegeta. It was still fairly early in the day and she decided she wanted to talk to him tonight, discuss the whole Diane topic and let him know that she was going to have male guest over.

She walked down the hallway and looked out of a window providing a view of the backyard. Vegeta was outside lying on the grass doing sit ups. Bulma rolled her eyes. Is this all he does? I mean come on he has 100% muscles and 0% fat. She walked back to her bedroom to find sleeping Trunks. She turned off her TV and laid him on her bed, shutting the door behind her. She went downstairs not really knowing what to expect from Vegeta, but she was determined to hear what he had to say.

When Bulma made it outside she walked briskly towards Vegeta trying to look as neutral as possible; she didn't want to look like she had an attitude or anything. When she finally made her way to him, he sat up looking at her as if she was a stranger or something. Bulma bit her tongue and let out a deep breath.

"Vegeta?" she cleared her throat awaiting him to acknowledge her.

"What?" he barked.

"We need to talk."

"About?" he was doing his crunches all the while, not even giving her a second glance.

"About you and Diane", she sneered. Just saying that bitches name sent Bulma's blood pressure up. Vegeta stopped his sit up as he was in the 'up' position and brought his eyes to hers. He got up from the floor and stood in front of her. Bulma tried to hide her smile as she looked at him. It was always hilarious to her that he was at most two inches taller than her, but when she wore her heels she towered over him like a skyscraper.

"Why?" she asked. There was no anger in her voice, no sadness just pure curiosity.

"Why what?" he barked at her.

"Why were you messing around with her?" she shot back.

"I told you already idiot, I was not going to sleep with her.!" Vegeta clenched his fist and grit his teeth; this topic was getting very old with him.

"Then explain please!" Bulma screamed in his face. Vegeta took a step closer to her, his rock hard chest pushing her back a little.

"She came to me begging me like child to fuck her", he said darkly. Bulma folded her arms and raised her brow in suspicion.

"She had her body wrapped around you…naked."

"As I said before woman, I had no interest in her. She came to me, the only reason I didn't kick her ass out from the jump was because I found it amusing".

"So… it's amusing that your son's mother's best friend was trying to sleep with you? I'm not buying it". Bulma turned her face in disgust at her last statement. Vegeta closed the tiny gap between them; she felt his breath on her face as he replied.

"Why are you pestering me? I told you, your friend was trying to sleep with me.!" he growled.

"Do you think of me so low that I would have sex with a woman you shared a close friendship with?" Bulma could see the fury building behind his eyes. Bulma tried to back away but he snatched her arm into his grip and pulled her so close their noses were touching.

"There is no honor in that! As my first born son's mother I will respect you, no matter the terms of our relationship." He squeezed her arm tighter causing Bulma to whelp in pain.

"I lay down my honor for no one. I am a Prince of a superior warrior race; I don't need to sleep with every woman that happens to cross my path!" Bulma shook in fear as the pain in her arm started to go numb.

"Vegeta please", she whined. He let go of her arm tossing her back. When Bulma landed on the floor she looked up at Vegeta and felt guilt over take her. How could she have been so stupid? She tried to reach for Vegeta, but he smacked her hand away and continued on his rant.

"I think for myself, and I live to please only myself, fuck you and your tramp 'friend'", He stormed off towards the guest house. Bulma stared at his back in disbelief how could she not see it before. Vegeta was an asshole by all means, but why would he sleep with Diane? He could care less about any one; he never paid another woman any mind. He stayed to himself. Bulma quickly got to her feet tried to catch up to him.

Before he could get into the mini house and slam the door on her she grabbed his shoulder.

"Wait!" Bulma pleaded. Vegeta growled and pulled his shoulder from her grasp, he was holding everything in him back from slapping the skin off of her.

"Don't touch me!" he warned.

"I just wanted to apologize, I'm sorry", Bulma spoke quietly, embarrassed. Vegeta looked her over a moment, the heat in his eyes fading. Slowly a smirk replaced his scowl. This could only mean that she's going to let it go.

"Hn. You should be". Her eyes shot open and she couldn't believe he had a smile on his face. Bulma hardened her expression.

"But don't and make yourself a victim Vegeta". He squinted his eyes at her and brought his face close to hers.

"Entertaining that whores antics was irresponsible and foolish, but I am only guilty of showing mercy, because I could have easily snapped her fucking neck." Bulma started in his eyes, gazing into his pitch black orbs. As bland and frightening as they were they fit him so well. Vegeta was extremely handsome, especially when he was upset. She hadn't been this close to him in a while. She noticed all the things she loved about him were still there untouched his skin was still as clear and smooth, his hair still as healthy and thick, his body still chiseled and fit, his terrible attitude still burning strong, oozing his bad boy sex appeal.

Vegeta caught her staring into his face like she was under a trance, he smiled to himself because he knew that look, and he'd seen it a hundred times before. He could smell the arousal coming off of her, and truthfully as bad as she was holding back, he was even worse. But he decided to play hard to get, she'd break soon enough.

"What are you still doing here?" he growled. Bulma broke her gaze as she felt the electricity zip through her veins. Only Vegeta could make her angry one minute and in heat the next. She tried to drive out the thoughts of their past 'experiences' as she replied.

"I'm sorry. It's just that it looked completely different you know? But now that it's all cleared up…"she stopped to bring her gaze back into his eyes. He groaned and took a step back from her, his face read annoyance, but on the inside he was the complete opposite. She was right where he wanted her.

"You're weak, and foolish. Extremely dense, and you call yourself a scientist, give me a break." Another thing she loved, his witty remarks. It felt just like old times, Bulma felt her heart began to beat a little faster.

"What are you still doing here woman? Fuck off!" he hollered. Before he could make another move Bulma leaped forward crashing her lips against his. Vegeta smiled against her mouth, just as he expected. He never understood why but sometimes Bulma would turn into a fiend for him, but he wasn't complaining. He wanted her just as much, for some odd reason.

As she pressed her body into his Vegeta stopped thinking so much and brought his own body to life; pulling Bulma into him deeper. She felt him begin to kiss her back passionately as she wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair. Still thick and silky, like I remembered. Bulma felt as Vegeta reached down scooping her thighs into his palms raising her from the floor. He stood with his back facing the door as he kicked it open so he could walk backwards with her in his hands towards his bed.

He dropped himself back on the bed so Bulma was straddling him, breaking their kiss momentarily. Bulma took the opportunity to slide her shirt over her head and unsnap her bra. Vegeta felt his heart skip a beat when he caught glance of her bare chest. She was the most beautiful woman he ever came across; every time he saw her undressed she left him breathless. Bulma felt him hardening against her womanhood which she could feel getting wetter by the moment. Vegeta must have smelled her juices because the next thing she knew re rolled onto of her pulling her jeans from her legs. Vegeta gently slid her panties off her body and let his eyes roam over her curvaceous body. It had been a nice little while since he got to indulge himself.

Bulma felt the pulsating between her legs, and it was driving her crazy. She loved starting slow but her body felt like it was in withdrawal, she needed her fix, and she needed it fast. She reached up and gabbed his forearms into her tiny hands trying to pull him forward so he could be directly on top of her. Vegeta took the hint; he enjoyed playing around with her, and teasing her a bit, but today was not the time for it. He was sexually frustrated and the only woman brave enough and strong enough to engulf him in a love spell was underneath him begging for him to take her. He quickly slid his shorts off and positioned himself at her entrance. Bulma let out a soft moan when she felt his erection poking against her clitoris.

Bulma threw her head back as she felt the pleasure surge through her body leaving her heart with these tingly sensations. Vegeta noticed her hands clenching the sheets for dear life. He smirked to himself and leaned down to kiss again this time more gently. He couldn't help himself one minute of tormenting her was all he wanted; he broke this kiss and smirked wickedly down at her. He slid on of his fingers down her thigh meeting her womanhood. Bulma's muscles tightened a little at the contact. Vegeta began to roll his finger softly over her clitoris causing Bulma's legs to quiver. She brought her hands over his back and dug her nails into his skin. He licked the curvatures of her ear and whispered…

"Beg me" Bulma swallowed hard as the pleasure she was feeling was swarming her. She tried to speak but only soft moans would escape her lips. Vegeta devilishly shook his head in disapproval, and slid two fingers inside her causing her to cry out.

"No good", he whispered in her ear, taking the lobe in his mouth. Bulma felt like she was about to lose her mind, her body was aching for a release and he was denying her. She gave in to her bodies wants.

"Please," she moaned, "Vegeta…please" the sound from her voice was shaking with anticipation.

"I want you, please I –", before she could continue she felt Vegeta thrust himself into her. Bulma dug her nails deeper into his back as she screamed at the top of her lungs in ecstasy. It had been so long since she was last intimate; she could felt his dick widening her back out. Vegeta dropped his head into the crook of her neck and started to suck on her neck.

With every thrust he began to go faster and faster, harder and harder each time. Bulma felt her eyes roll in the back of her head as the pleasure became too much for her to handle. A few moments later she gently bit down on his shoulder trying to muffle her cries of pleasure as she climaxed. Almost a second later Bulma felt Vegeta thrust deep into her one more time, his body tensing on top of her and clenching the sheets tightly in his fist. He let out a deep groan finally climaxing himself, and he dropped his bodily lazily on top of hers.

They both lay their panting trying to catch their breaths, staring at the white ceiling. Once Bulma was able to steady her breathing it was like the lust that came over her and controlled her body had vanished. She felt like she was being released from a captor as she looked to her side to see Vegeta still panting trying to catch his own breath. It finally hit her conscious mind as to what just happened. Bulma brought her hands to her head in shock and confusion. Shaking her head as if she were trying to wake herself up from a dream, she looked over at the clock that lay on the nightstand. 8:30pm, Oh shit!