(A/N)- Here we go, Shout out to Mina, AKA listenserendipity for my first review .
Title: Not A Fairy Tale
Chapter 4: The day fate stepped in.
Things had been pretty quiet since the strange boy had come and gone. The warriors were busy training, and Bulma was busy serving Vegeta, rather she wanted it or not. Like clock work she heard the explosion, a few choice words, and she silently counted 1….2…..3….4….5….. The door to her lab flew off the hinges and the dark figure stepped in. Bulma didn't even look up from her work, but instead nonchantlantly said, "What can I do for you, your royal highness." "WOMAN! Fix my machine, your pathetic excuse for a Gravity Chamber has once again failed me, now fix it and make it better." Bulma rolled her eyes, this was the most exciting part of her day and secretly she looked forward to their arguments. "Vegeta I am busy you know…and" Vegeta picked up the delicate device she was working on and crushed it in the palm of his hand. "Look at that, your schedule just freed up." Bulma face turned a dark red and she could feel the steam coming from her ears, before she could retaliate the prince was on his way out the lab, without even looking back he demanded, "and while your at it, onna, bring me my lunch, I require nourishment." Bulma's mouth dropped wide open, she was speechless, something that rarely happened. She was about to go give him a piece of her mind when she heard down the corridors, "I'm waiting woman."
Bulma ripped off her lab coat to reveal short pair of jean shorts and a Capsule Corp. tank top. She stomped into the GR and was about to light a fire under the mighty prince's ass. She crashed through the first set of doors and was about to turn to break through the second, when she saw him through the big glass doors. He was wearing nothing but a pair of black shorts. His chiseled body was covered with sweat, and his tanned skin glistened with the light. The dark endless obsidian pits that were his eyes were so focused it looked as though he was burning down the GR just with a stare alone. Even though his body was statuesque and built to perfection, the warrior had a mastermind like grace that was rare of even dancers. He was fighting an invisible enemy and there was something beautiful about it. Bulma stared at him with total fascination. She blinked once, just once and he was gone. "You're drooling." A dark and smooth deep voice said from behind. Bulma's face turned bright red, she didn't need to look around, and she knew who it was. Slowly she swallowed and mustered up al of her strength to look him in his eyes, when she finally was face to face with him he had his arms crossed over his hard chest and was wearing his signature smirk. "I wasn't…." She started calmly yet with haste. "Of course not, you were just trying to catch flies, now enough of these interruptions fix my machine woman and than bring me lunch. I'll be in the shower…don't follow me in there," He leaned so close he was almost touching her ear with his lips, "I wouldn't want you to have a heart attack." Before Bulma could protest he was gone, and she was standing there, hot and bothered, but mostly hot. She shook her head and snapped out of it. That cocky arrogant, son of a bitch. How dare he?
She mumbled the whole time she was fixing the GR and than continued to mumble as she started his lunch. She sat the plates down on the table hoping to sneak away before he caught her off of her game again. She started to set the last plate down when she heard the chair move, only a fraction of an inch. Looking up she was staring into those dark obsidian pits. She blinked for a second, him never taking his gaze off of her, he opened his mouth, she knew he was going to say something, maybe even thank you, she could feel her heart beating out of her chest. He was finally going to be kind to her, maybe he was a changed man, it seemed like time froze as his mouth parted slightly and words began to form. Each syllable seemed to take a week to form, she could hear it, but she couldn't believe it, did he just say? Her heart fluttered she wanted to reach out to him. All she could muster was a look of utter confusion as he bored his eyes into her. "Soup's cold." Snap back into reality. WHAT? DID HE JUST WHAT? HOW DARE HIM. WHO THE HELL DOES HE THINK HE IS. Bulma continued to scream inward; unaware of how clueless she looked on the outside. "Damn woman….I must've broke her." Vegeta being the kind-hearted gentleman he was only wanted to save her, so he through the "cold" soup right into her face.
"AHHHHH". Bulma's head almost spun around and you could see the very devil leaping from her soul. "Vegeta, how dare you. I have been nothing but kind and good to you and this…this is how your repay me." The prince continued to eat….and to ignore her. She was fuming, never had she felt so mad, so much anger, so much…passion. No one had ever gotten her this riled up, she wanted to grab him around his big thick neck and choke him, than throw him down and fuck him on the kitchen table. She was about to do the first of the two for sure when the door opened. "Hey babe, umm humph. Hi Vegeta. What's up? You look upset you ok babe?" Bulma gave a frustrated yell and Yamcha backed towards the door, "I guess now is not a good time to tell you that…" He put his hand nervously behind his head and scratched, "That I can't make it tonight, you know with my training and all…" Bulma's eyes were daggers she started to stomp off towards the other door, while looking for something to throw at the two men in her kitchen, as she passed by Vegeta he stood up, he had quickly devoured the entire meal, gracefully and poised. Even though he ate fast, he had manners and was not as barbaric as his fellow Saiyin. Bulma was so angry that she almost forgot she was dripping wet still with broth from the soup, her curly hair was wet against her face and she looked like an exotic female warrior. Yamcha was staring hard at her shapely ass in the tight cut off shorts. Vegeta glared at the human and than looked Bulma up and down himself. He started to push past her, but stopped as soon as their bodies were lined up, just barely touching. He stared her directly in her light blue eyes, "Nice shirt." With that he took off towards the back door that Yamcha stood in front of. Quickly jumping out of the way Yamcha yelled, "What's your problem?" Vegeta smirked and slipped away into the GR. Bulma shook off the state of shock and thought, what a creep. I am just wearing my capsule corp. top, just a plain white tank… Bulma gasped and stared down at her soaked shirt. Sure enough she wasn't wearing a bra and her pert breasts were hard and at attention. And through her soaking, white, tank Vegeta could see every last detail.
(A/N)- Now things are getting a little more juicy, trust me they will be much juicer, be advised if this is your threshold that things will be much more detailed. Until than, peace be your journey.