Bulma could barely breathe as she stared incredulously into Vegeta's intense gaze. She wasn't sure what to do next! What was there to say? Something like, 'oh hey - you're a better kisser than I ever dreamed about?'. No! Or how about, 'thank you for not killing my boyfriend?'. Definitely not!
And was Yamcha even still her boyfriend? He'd said aloud ... to the Saiyan Prince no less ...that the two of them were broken up. Not to mention that she'd agreed with that. Out loud! But the two of them had broken up and then made up so often, did it really count?
Vegeta slowly blinked and the young woman finally sucked in a deep breath, released for only a second. Not that he was actually holding her with his eyes or anything like that. It was just THAT intense.
As for her relationship status, maybe she should move it to 'single'. Vegeta certainly seemed to think she was!
She watched as he very slowly raised one arm, letting his hand come nearer and nearer to her cheek. The devastatingly drawn-out motion made her lungs seize up again. Bulma waited for the touch. Her eyelids fluttered as she leaned slightly forward, towards him as if he were truly magnetic.
But there was no touch.
Confused, feeling strangely shaky and ...empty? Bulma opened her blue eyes. Vegeta was still there, of course, staring intensely at her neck. Her neck? Bulma frowned, her neck was not her best attribute! His hand was mere centimeters from touching her. But not moving. She frowned sharply.
As if sensing her look, his dark eyes rose to meet her gaze.
Again, it was getting hard to breathe! Bulma swayed slightly.
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Vegeta was on edge. So very close to the edge of his control. Why did the woman not move? Had his kiss been lacking? Had he miscalculated somehow?
The Earth woman had made the offer, allowing him to kiss her. The Saiyan male had accepted. Now she had to judge if the kiss was worthy of continuing into courtship.
Tradition demanded a response!
If she rejected him here and now, he'd have to find someplace else on Earth to train. He scowled at the thought, then let his facial expression ease as he sensed the woman drawing back slightly. Vegeta knew his pride would not let him stay here if she had found his advances unworthy of her.
Unworthy. The scowl returned. She was an Earth woman and he was a Saiyan Prince! How could she not find his kiss worthy? She should be on her knees thanking him for accepting her original offer.
This was taking too long!
The building tension between them suddenly released as the woman sneezed unexpectedly. The Saiyan blinked, unsure.
"Geez, Vegeta." Bulma huffed and stepped back away from him. "You're a bit hard on the furnishings." He watched as she reached for a tissue and waved her hand at the dusty debris that had once been a wall in her home.
Not an acceptance. He narrowed his eyes at her. Still ...not a rejection. Just what was the woman playing at? She wasn't a coward, toying with a Saiyan like she was. However, could it be stupidity? Did she not realize that she'd brought him to the edge of his control?
"What do you want?" His voice was dark and husky with need. There. An open-ended question that did not violate Saiyan courtship rituals. Not infringing upon her choice.
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Bulma swallowed hard. What DID she want? Another damned kiss! No. No. Yamcha? Bulma groaned, right now she would be hard pressed to even remember that she had a boyfriend. Or did she still have him? She opened her mouth, and then snapped it closed.
The young woman put her hands down on the desk, trying to focus on the debris. Right before her eyes was a half-burned picture. Yamcha. Baseball bat slung over one shoulder. His other arm was wrapped around ...emptiness. Her image had been destroyed. Erased.
She giggled nervously.
Was that a metaphor? Was the universe trying to tell her something? She put her hand over the smiling image of a happy Yamcha, wincing.
It had been so long since the two of them could claim to have more happy days than arguing days. Perhaps it was time to let the relationship go.
But that didn't mean starting a new one! Bulma resolved to turn around, tell Vegeta off for destroying her wall, and to make him clean it up.
"I'll tell you one thing, mister Prince of all Saiyans!" She spun around, squeaked and then jumped backwards so that she was now basically sitting on the desk behind her.
Vegeta had moved closer and she'd not even realized!
He cocked one disdainful eyebrow at her. "Oh?" The word was infused with arrogance, guaranteed to rile her temper.
She watched as he held up his hand once more. And she sighed as she saw he was moving slowly again. What was going on? He'd kissed her within an inch of her life, tried to kill her maybe-former boyfriend and now acted as if she were plagued or diseased and he was afraid to touch her!
Temper flared deep within her and she reached out and grabbed his hand.
"There now tough guy. So hard to touch a defenseless little girl?" She sneered, ignoring the fact that she'd never been defenseless and was hardly a little girl anymore. Bulma had deliberately ignored her last few birthdays. Except for the presents of course!
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Vegeta stilled. Her words and actions did not match. Was this an Earth thing?
He blinked and looked at his hand. She'd touched him first. A clear signal from the female. She'd deemed his kiss acceptable and was willing to take the next step.
He grinned darkly as his gaze turned devastatingly upon her.
Bulma's blue eyes went very, very wide.
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"Oh no you ..." Was all she was able to manage.
It was as if her touch had set him free. With movements so fast she couldn't follow them, Vegeta invaded her personal space once more. His hands moved to her knees and pushed them apart as he stepped in between her thighs as she sat on the desk.
Before she could protest, though, his hands had moved to cup her rear end and she squeaked. But had no where to escape as the warrior pulled her inexorably toward him, bringing her flush with his own hard body.
Her mouth opened to tell him where to jump off, but found his mouth blocking hers. A groan escaped her as she felt herself being thoroughly kissed within an inch of her life.
Had she called that first kiss hot? Seemed she needed to redefine the term!
A breathy moan floated in the air and Bulma felt her skin go hot with embarrassment. That was her carrying on like that! Something stirred within her, something incredibly needy and empty. Something she hadn't felt in a long time. Something so basic that she hadn't even realized it was missing, and had been for years. Feeling guilty about Yamcha, Bulma tried to close her thighs.
Only to find the Saiyan Prince's hips blocking her. She only managed to lock her feet behind him, bringing the delicious pressure closer to where she needed it most.
No, no, no, no! This was wrong! Inner Bulma whimpered. But ...hadn't the Z fighter broken up with her? Inner Bulma faded as Vegeta came up for air and suddenly ripped the front of her dress from collarbone on down to her waist.
Shocked. Bulma didn't know what to do! And in those few precious moments, Vegeta surged ahead, his hands slipping inside the dress to find soft, exposed skin.
She arched her neck sharply and moaned even louder.
Hands settled on her bra, cupping the weight of her bosom as she felt his breath on the long expanse of her exposed neck.
Thumbs flicked against the peaks of her breasts and she squirmed against him, feeling the pressure from his own body's response rocking slightly against her heated core. He definitely wanted to be there. And ...Bulma shuddered with heated need. She wanted him there. Yes. Yes, she did.
Her hands cupped his shoulders as she arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands. But it also took her mouth away from his.
Vegeta growled in protest. Making Bulma smile with delight.
His hands moved around to her back, leaving her chest feeling achy and needy. He jerked her closer once more.
She laughed with utter delight.
Then Vegeta bit her.
The sharp ache stunned her as she groaned. But it didn't hurt too badly. Bulma looked down at what she could see of his head, where he had his teeth in the ultra soft skin at the base of her neck. Right above her pulse.
Saiyan's were rough. Bulma sighed, tightening her legs around his hips. She frowned slightly. Why had he stopped moving?
As quickly as it had started, it was over. Bulma yelped as he tore himself away from her. Blinking at the sudden change, the young woman groaned. "Vegeta?"
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The Saiyan Prince glared at her as if it were all her fault. And it was, he decided frantically. She'd initiated the courtship ritual of his people! It was all her fault!
"Vegeta?" Her voice was husky, the need to continue was evident in her tone. The need. For him.
He actually stepped toward her for a second before he managed to stop. He scowled. "I will not apologize." His voice was gravelly and rough, his pride unbending.
Vegeta watched as Bulma straightened up with as much dignity as she could muster. She slid from the desk to stand on her feet and clutched the front of her dress together. "I don't recall asking you to apologize."
The Saiyan paused. Did she not realize he'd breached the traditions? He'd bitten her for goodness sakes! A sign of clear domination in the relationship. Something no Saiyan female would have accepted on the first day of courtship!
Until after the mating the woman was dominate. Always. But once she'd taken him into her bed then it changed. Then she was the mate and he was the male. But now? Now he was the seeker and she was the one deciding his worth.
He frowned. Then again, they couldn't move on to the next phase of courtship. The fighting. Bulma was an Earth female and not even a fighter. Vegeta scowled darkly. Tradition didn't have an answer for this!
Bulma stalked up to him while he was lost in thought. She slapped him.
He watched, incredulously as she cradled her stinging hand, her bottom lip poking out. "That hurt!" She whined.
No it hadn't. Vegeta's scowl disappeared as he sighed. This wasn't going to work. She was too far from being a Saiyan female. Yet ...his eyes fell to the long line of flesh that her torn dress couldn't hide.
The Saiyan's nostrils flared. Phermones. Hers. She wanted him. And suddenly his palms were itching. But ...he couldn't move on from the Saiyan traditions. "I bit you." The words fell like hard bricks to the earth as he gritted his teeth and pointed out the obvious.
Bulma shrugged slightly, feeling the sting and pull from that bite. Glancing down at it she looked over at a still-standing wall with a mirror. She checked out the bite and realized he hadn't broken the skin, but there would be a very dark bruise. A very dark bruise. One that would show. She frowned slightly, more upset that it thrilled her than she was about the actual bruise.
And deep inside, she was ecstatic that the big bad villain was upset that he'd hurt her even slightly. What reservations she had melted. He couldn't be all bad if he cared about the fact that he'd bruised her, right?
"Well now." Bulma cocked her head slightly. "Want to bite the other side?"
Vegeta's eyes bulged slightly and she laughed as she rose up on tiptoes, putting her hands on his shoulders. "Or should I give you a matching one?"
The Saiyan stared at her, unsure. She smiled back at him, letting him know with her gaze that she wasn't angry.
"Woman ..." The word was long and dragged out, a warning.
She smiled, not having been serious about marking his neck. Just wanting to ease his obvious embarrassment.
So it was with shock that she watched as Vegeta undid some of his armor and slowly pulled it off over his head. Her breath caught at the sight of his bare chest. All those muscles! And the shoulders went on forever!
A scar on one shoulder made her frown as she reached out tentatively and traced the line of the old wound.
Something in Vegeta loosened. She may not be Saiyan, but she was showing proper respect for battle scars like a true warrior woman should. Perhaps she was the best choice after all. And being this close to her he could look down the long tear in her dress and see the peek-a-boo that her breasts were playing with him, even with them all covered in ridiculous lace.
Bulma looked up at him and saw where his gaze had settled. Her face flamed. What in the world was she doing? All she'd asked for was a kiss, not ...not ...this!
Yet. While his gaze showed admiration for her curves, he wasn't grabbing. Wasn't pawing. No. She caught her breath. He was waiting for her! Who knew the Saiyan had a gentlemanly streak down deep inside!
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If the woman didn't touch him soon, Vegeta was sure he was going to tear the house apart. And maybe even the whole town. Why was she torturing him so?
Release him, or take him. Those were the only two choices a female Saiyan had. The fact that Bulma wasn't a Saiyan at all somehow slipped away from him as he sat on the edge of his control.
His whole body ached. It had been too long since he'd had a sexual release. Not to mention, the pressure of suddenly finding himself the last of the Royal lineage, and nearly the last of his entire species. And there was the question of an heir. A son.
This turquoise haired virago was toying with him. He growled. Then stopped, he'd bent traditions too far as it was. How could he have bitten her? But the scent of her skin had pulled and tugged at him, and the desire had been so great!
He watched, cautiously and viciously keeping his body in check despite the desire to pick the woman up and throw her on the nearest surface. He wanted to hunt and pounce. Take and conquer. Only supreme will power held him in check. Barely.
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Bulma smiled softly. A gentleman. A warrior and a gentleman. Who would have guessed? Not her.
She looked up into his gaze, and suddenly felt a little uneasy. There was violence in his eyes. Yet, he wasn't moving, not an inch.
Was he waiting on her? For what?
She stepped away from him and his nostrils flared, but he made no move to stop her. Bulma paused. He'd let her go. That fact alone thrilled her. He wasn't possessive and jealous over every little thing like Yamcha.
Knowing she could leave at any time, made Bulma want to stay. But how to let Vegeta know it was all okay? She shook her head slightly and felt the tug and pull of the bruise he'd left marking her skin. She smiled darkly.
Oh yes, that would work.
She stepped back up to the Saiyan Prince and reached up, tugging on his shoulder slightly. He didn't move and she frowned. Finally he grunted and bent his head toward her.
Bulma put one hand on his shoulder and the other on his head, pushing only a little to create some room at the spot where it mirrored her own neck.
She sensed that he'd stopped breathing. Smiling at the power she had over the big tough guy, she leaned in and licked the spot with her tongue.
Vegeta scowled, his muscles aching with the need to move, to possess.
Bulma laughed and opened her mouth, bringing her teeth down on his skin, scraping the flesh only barely. Not a bite.
He shivered. Power ran through her. Bulma bit down just barely enough to mark him slightly, not nearly like he had done to her though. Not even close.
She leaned back to smile up at him, and never made it.
Bulma screeched as suddenly she was thrown over one shoulder and then they were flying.
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Vegeta grinned darkly. The courtship was over. They'd done it ass-backwards, but it didn't really matter.
She'd bitten his neck. The neck he'd offered to her. They were now mates and she was through calling the shots. It was his turn now.
The intricate dance of submission and dominance was complete. During the courtship the women held all the cards and all the power. And even though she was supposed to bite him first, to show her power over him, and then offer up her own neck to his dominance ...well, it hardly mattered. They'd done it the wrong way around, but she'd accepted him.
And he wanted a son.
With that, he picked up his new bride and threw her over his shoulder to take her back to his room. Their room.
Now things were as they should be. He smiled at the screeching woman he was carrying and ran one hand down her backside.
He was going to get a son. Vegeta grinned darkly. And he was going to have fun doing it. How much better could it get?
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