Could they ever resist each other?
Vegeta was undeniably more tense and grumpy in the coming weeks. Since he had ended his very physical relationship with Bulma he had no release, no peace of mind. He could only train. As much as he tried to fool himself it simply wasn't enough. Not after a few weeks of passion. But the Saiyan royalty was far too proud to admit he may have harbored warm feelings for his house mate. Adoration. After his rejection she barely acknowledged him at all. Her cheerful disposition eventually returned but there was no fire lit in her eyes. At least, no longer for Vegeta. She smiled at him. She cooked food, she fixed the gravity room. But she never spent more than a few moments in his presence. Had he really disgusted her so?
Even Vegeta's most vicious goading couldn't spark an argument between the two. He glared at the dining room table as she placed a heaping plate of food in front of him. It smelled delicious but he scoffed. "It smells like shit. I'm sure it tastes like it too." Bulma was humming, barely listening as she tidied up the kitchen.
"My mom says she's more than happy to teach you to cook, Vegeta. You're smart and more than capable." Vegeta slammed his fist indignantly.
"Why should I have to cook? How have you forgotten that I am a being of royalty?"
"Vegeta, you're a guest in this house but you're not my royalty. I already do a lot for you." Those were normal fighting words but Bulma said them with a heavy air of indifference.
Vegeta stood in a fluid motion and quickly grabbed the woman's arm. His face in a pained frown, he glared at her. "We no longer have sex but you can at least treat me like- like-"
"A friend?" Vegeta dropped her tiny arm and just stared. "Are you asking to be my friend?" Vegeta snarled at this, backing away from Bulma all together.
"I'm not asking for anything except for you to stop acting like a moron." Vegeta had already bared too much. He wanted something from Bulma but he didn't know what. He not only missed the sex but... Her companionship as well? He had already established that he could never fulfill her expectations as a mate so the point was moot. He turned away from her, facing his food as she left the room.
Vegeta could sense it, she was off seeing some other hopeful mate, a piteous human. He had no interest in marrying her and playing husband but a seed of jealousy had taken root and blossomed in his gut. 'No sorry ningen bastard could hold a candle to me!' He thought sourly as he tossed the plate into the sink. He could never hold a candle to Kakarot and now he couldn't hold a candle to whoever he was. Vegeta had made a mistake getting mixed in with the blue haired woman, he was now more distraught and confused than ever before.
Later, after a particularly brutal training session Vegeta limped back inside to see Bulma freshening up and looking to be on her way out. He sneered at her as she fixed her makeup and smoothed out her dress. Navy. Short. He remembered it fondly, he remembered hiking it up soft, silky thighs... "Vegeta?" His dark eyes snapped to her direction, narrowed and annoyed. "I'll be just a little while, if you're wondering."
"Like I care. Stay gone." Bulma frowned at the sentence and turned and exited without a word. Vegeta just stared at the door for a long while as though she would come back. Minutes passed and he retreated to his bedroom. He laid on his bed and simply existed. He barely thought, just laid. What else was there to do. He glanced at a clock before he realized hours had past. Whole hours and yet he's never heard the door open and shut. "I'll be just a little while..."
Vegeta began to feel another fairly foreign feeling; fear. Bulma was not on time. A small woman out by herself, Vegeta knew there was a multitude of things that could've happened to her. He swallowed hard and ignored the morbid thoughts. He crept into the dark, undisturbed living room and waited. He tried to focus on her minuscule ki but he felt so disconnected from her as of late he couldn't locate it. "Shit.." he grumbled to himself. He paced the hallways. He sat on a chair. He simply waited. His dark eyes darted to the clock which now displayed '2:30 am'.
"Why am I here? I could be sleeping. Why do I insist on seeing that she made it home alright... How can I even care for that soft, weak, human?" 'Because she's weak. Because she needs you. Because she's always been there for you.' Vegeta's thoughts mocked him. Deep down, maybe he had all of the answers. His actions certainly said a lot about how he felt as he waited diligently for her.
Thunder groaned in the sky above Capsule Corp, sheets of rain hurdling onto the ceiling. Vegeta patiently waited, posted in front of the door. Finally, at around 3 am the door knob began to jiggle. Vegeta felt himself exhale as a very wet and frazzled Bulma stumbled through the door. "Tch" Vegeta rushed forward, bracing the petite woman's shoulders as he peered over her for injuries. After a few moments he realized Bulma was actually crying in addition to the rain. She was trembling- soaking wet and one of the sleeves of her dress was ripped and dangling precariously off her shoulder. Vegeta took off his dry tank top and draped it on the wet girl as he set her down.
"Why do you cry? What's happened?" He waited with baited breath as Bulma struggled to compose herself. No matter how hard she tried her breath wouldn't stop hitching.
"I've been seeing someone. He-H took me back to his place and suggested we have sex but... It just... It didn't feel right. I didn't want to have sex with- Not you!" Vegeta stared, his dark eyes saucer wide. Bulma's sudden pledge of loyalty baffled and winded him. Bulma flicked a few stray tears from her blotchy face. "I know, stupid right?" Vegeta said nothing as he stared at the wet woman in front of him. "He just... He had had a bit to drink and he got a little rough, that's al-" Vegeta's voice cut into Bulma's dismissal.
"It's not all. What'd he do to you?" Bulma hugged her self tightly, fiddling with her busted dress strap. "Nothing, really. He just got a little rough and tugged on my dress. It's okay, I'm okay." Vegeta glared, his face hard and set.
"I.. I won't be seeing him anymore." That point Vegeta had concluded himself. In a quick motion before he rethought it he crushed Bulma to him in an embrace.
"It takes a creature of no honor to try to force their way with you. On your word I'll kill him." Bulma felt her face grow hot. Vegeta was offering to kill for her. Bulma pulled apart from the embrace and searched the alien for a shred of hope.
"Vegeta, I don't want to have sex with anyone but you. Not Yamcha- not anyone!" Vegeta stared down at the girl, clearly unsure of what to think or feel. "This has to mean... I, I love you. It's not just sex, I find you interesting. I tried so hard to distance myself from you but it's no use. When you show just a glimpse of yourself... I'm fascinated. You fascinate me. I want to spend my time with you, love you, make you happy Vegeta... I know it was only sex for you but I had-"
"Stop." There was a deep emotion in Vegeta's words that Bulma couldn't quite place. "Do not speak for me." Bulma couldn't tell exactly where the conversation was gonna go. "Onna, on my home planet mates were determined by strength and skill, and cunning. These things made for good mating circumstances. Many mates came to agreements and great understandings but love... Was few and far between." He grabbed Bulma's tiny wrist in a gentle but firm grip. "I've never experienced 'love' before. I can't even fathom it." Bulma felt her heart begin to break. She watched the Saiyan as he struggled to compose his words. "But I don't want other men to touch you. I don't want you to be hurt. I want you to always be okay, to always be here." Bulma felt her stomach flip as the man leaned in to kiss her, a passionate kiss full of feeling different than any time they had had sex. Vegeta pulled apart, his face pleading. "I turn you away because I don't see how I can measure to the human ideal of a mate. But I can try."
Bulma laid her head on his strong chest with her eyes closed in bliss. Vegeta squeezed her back and rested his chin on her head. "Bulma-" He breathed. "I can show you better than I could ever put to words." In a quick motion he had scooped the wet girl in a bridal style hold. They were in her bedroom once again and he gently pulled his damp tank top off of her. Staring into Vegeta's eyes, Bulma removed her dress and continued undressing. Vegeta was naked in a smooth instant and he was looking down on Bulma's naked body. "Let me take you." Vegeta's voice was husky with want and many other emotions. Bulma thought back to the first time they had ever had sex. 'Do you want this.' It seemed so different now. It was like a whole new proposition. Bulma nodded dumbly and Vegeta slowly descended on her.
He pulled her into a sitting position and she gasped slight as she felt him inside her. She felt so warm. It was as if the same energy flowed through them both. Vegeta pressed her body closed to his as he held her, making love as though he'd lose her. Bulma had never felt anything like it. It was the most intimate with someone she had ever felt, even Yamcha. Perhaps what she and Vegeta had done before was sex, but this was actually mating. No performances, it was a soft and sacred act driven by emotion not lust. Bulma closed her eyes and let the sensation take her somewhere she'd never been.
That was lucky number eight, the eighth time they'd had sex. Points didn't matter. The score didn't matter. Vegeta had taken and accepted Bulma as his mate. They were bonded and for a brief moment in time, they were one. Vegeta laid beside a satisfied and sleeping Bulma with a smirk. Perhaps he had underestimated himself. Perhaps he was capable of far more than he'd ever imagined. Vegeta could mate a human and be the same Vegeta he'd always been, it'd just take work. He had laid everything out in the open and she had accepted. He had bared everything he had. He bared more than he ever knew he could. And everything, yet again, was about to change.
A.N: What could POSSIBLY change things even more?