The first night Bulma came, Vegeta was so stunned he didn't even think of turning her away. He had been mulling over the idea of taking her as partner. Then in her usual way, she'd plowed forward, disarmed him with her candour and taken the question out of his hands.
"You're attractive. I'm attractive." She sidled up to him and gently placed her hands on his abdomen. "I don't see why two attractive, available people can't take advantage of a situation."
Her hands then travelled up his chest and began messaging his neck. He could have cast her off. He'd intended to string things out until she was begging, not propositioning.
Still, there she was. She was covered in grease, clearly having come from working on some project or another. She smelled of oil, sweat and arousal. It was heady and he found himself pulling her closer.
Her utter abandon to the act was almost distracting. He was used to simply taking. Her inherent giving personality created a scenario he had not anticipated. It was almost addictive.
Then, when he was sure she would be a simpering mess after, she left. She took a beat to compose herself, and then she left. He stared after her as she dressed and walked out with out another word.
He tried to not seek her out in the months that followed. Yet, there was a newer sort of charge to their intersections. Everything was baited with acknowledged sexual tension, making it near impossible to ignore.
"Woman." She huffed angrily and looked up form the aircraft she'd been tinkering with. "A word."
"Sesame."
With that she returned her focus to the engine. He could see her self satisfied smirk. He waited a beat before hovering to be face to face. She continued her work as if he weren't there.
"You're very proud of that joke, aren't you?" She shrugged but gave no other response. "Repairs need to be made to the energy spheres. Not all of them are functioning."
"I'll get to it when I get to it."
He sneered. She lifted her head and levelled a challenging smirk his way. That encounter was entirely his doing, but he couldn't muster the desire to berate himself.
Their brief moments of intimacy, though distracting, where too enticing to ignore. Her difficult personality was only complimented by her intelligence. She seemed to know exactly how to entrap him into getting exactly what she wanted. What he was most frustrated to find was that he wanted it as well.
"Are you joining me tonight?" She looked up from the mechanics journal she was reading. "Woman?"
She looked up at him. Her eyes were glazed over and she was observing him like she did a malfunctioning machine. Finally she heaved a sigh and returned her focus to the booklet in her lap.
"I'm pregnant."
He considered this. It was a likely outcome of their activities. She'd never shown any concern of such an event.
"And?"
She shrugged and tossed the book aside. "I'm comfortable here."